The Indigo Spell (17 page)

Amelia slid the plate toward us. “Want some? We’ve got mozzarella sticks on the way.”

I declined. Even with my resolution to eat more, I drew the line at deep fryers. “Let’s
talk,” I said. “You’re supposed to tell me about the tattoos and this mysterious task
you have for me.”

Wade chuckled. “She gets down to business.”

“That’s my girl,” said Marcus. I could almost hear an unspoken
That’s why we need her for the cause.
He waited for our waitress, who was dressed like a cat, to bring the mozzarella sticks
and take our drink orders. At least, I think it was a waitress. Gender was a little
hard to determine under the mask.

“The tattoo process is simple,” Marcus said, once our privacy was back. “I told you
that the Alchemists are able to put Moroi compulsion in it, right? To limit communication . . .
and other things, if needed.”

I still didn’t know if I bought the idea of mind control in the tattoos, but I let
him go on.

“When Moroi help make the blood ink, the earth users put in the compulsion that prevents
you from discussing vampires. That earth magic is in harmony with the other three
physical elements: air, water, and fire. That harmony gives the tattoo its power.
Now, if you can get a hold of charmed ink and have a Moroi undo the earth magic in
it, that’ll shatter the bond with the other elements and kill any compulsion locked
in. Inject that ‘broken’ ink into your tattoo, and it breaks the harmony of your elements
as well—which in turn breaks any suggestions the Alchemists put in.”

Eddie and I stared.

“That’s ‘all’ I have to do?” I asked in disbelief.

“It’s easier than you might think,” said Amelia. “The hard part is . . . well, Marcus
added another part to the process. Not technically necessary . . . but helpful.”

We’d been here ten minutes, and I was already getting a headache. “You decided to
do some improvisation?”

The laughter that elicited from Marcus was just as infectious as before . . . except,
once again, the scene didn’t really warrant laughing. He paused, like he was waiting
for us to join in, and continued when we didn’t. “That’s one way of looking at it.
But she’s right—it’s helpful. Before I’ll let anyone do it, they have to perform a
task. Some task that involves directly going against the Alchemists.”

Eddie couldn’t hold back anymore. “What, like an initiation ritual?”

“More than that,” said Marcus. “I have a theory that doing something like that, something
that challenges all the training you’ve had, will weaken the compulsion a little.
Usually it’s something that involves infiltration and helps our cause. That weakening
makes it easier for the other ink to take effect. It’s also a good test. Deactivating
the tattoo doesn’t mean you’re ready to walk away. It doesn’t undo years of mental
conditioning. I try to find people who think they’re ready to rebel, but sometimes,
when they’re faced with actually taking action, they crack. Better to know sooner
rather than later, before we interfere with the tattoo.”

I turned toward Amelia and Wade. “And you’ve both done this? You did some dare, and
then your tattoos were deactivated?” They nodded in unison.

“We just have to seal it with indigo now.” Seeing my confusion, Wade explained, “Even
after breaking the elements in the tattoo, it can still be repaired. Someone could
forcibly re-ink and compel you. Tattooing over it with indigo ink makes sure you can
never be controlled again.”

“And here I thought yours was just a style choice,” I said to Marcus.

He absentmindedly traced the crescent pattern. “Oh, the design was. But the ink was
mandatory. It’s a special concoction that’s hard to get a hold of, and I have to go
down to a guy in Mexico to get it. I’m taking Amelia and Wade there in a couple weeks
to seal theirs. You could come too.”

I didn’t even acknowledge that crazy idea. “Seems like that blue ink would kind of
be a tip-off to the other Alchemists that something’s up.”

“Oh, we ran away from the Alchemists,” said Amelia. “We’re not part of them anymore.”

Once again, Eddie jumped in. “But you were just talking about infiltration. Why not
keep doing other covert tasks once you’ve broken the elements? Especially if it frees
you? Your tattoos look the same as Sydney’s right now. If you really think there’s
something suspicious going on, then work from the inside and hold off on sealing with
the indigo ink.”

“Too risky,” said Marcus. “You could slip up and say something that the tattoo wouldn’t
have let you before. Or, if you’re not cautious, they might catch you going off to
meet with others. Then you’ve got a date with re-education—where they could repair
the tattoo.”

“Seems like it’d be worth the risk for more information,” I said. “If you’re careful
enough.”

Marcus shook his head, no longer flippant. “I’ve known others who tried that. They
thought no one was on to them. They were wrong. We don’t make that mistake anymore.”
He touched his tattoo again. “This is the way we do it now. Complete your mission,
break the tattoo, leave the Alchemists, and get sealed. Then we work from the outside.
Also saves us from getting caught up in all the Alchemist routine and menial tasks.”

“So there are others?” I asked, picking up on what he’d said.

“Of course.” That amusement returned. “You didn’t think it was just the three of us,
did you?”

I honestly hadn’t known. “So this is what you’re offering me. A fairy tale about my
tattoo, if I just complete some traitorous mission for you.”

“I’m offering you freedom,” Marcus corrected. “And the ability to help Moroi and dhampirs
in a way that’s not part of some larger conspiracy. You can do it on your own terms.”

Eddie and I exchanged glances. “And speaking of conspiracy,” I said. “I’m guessing
this is the part where you tell me about the alleged Alchemist and Warrior connection—the
one you need me to prove.”

My sarcasm was lost on the threesome because they all grew excited. “Exactly,” said
Marcus. “Tell her, Wade.”

Wade finished off a chicken finger covered in ranch dressing and then leaned toward
us. “Just before I joined Marcus, I was assigned to the St. Louis facility. I worked
in operations, handling a lot of visitor access, giving tours . . . not the most interesting
work.”

I nodded. This, at least, was familiar territory. Being in the Alchemists meant taking
on all sorts of roles. Sometimes you destroyed Strigoi bodies. Sometimes you made
coffee for visiting officials. It was all part of the greater cause.

“I saw a lot of things. I mean, you can probably guess.” He looked troubled. “The
harsh attitudes. The rigid rules. Moroi visited, you know. I liked them. I was glad
we were helping them, even though everyone around me acted as though helping such
‘evil’ creatures was a terrible fate that we’d been forced into. I accepted this because,
you know, I figured what we’re told is true. Anyway, there was one week . . . I swear,
it was just nonstop Strigoi attacks all over the country. Just one of those things.
The guardians took out most of them, and field Alchemists were pretty busy covering
up. Even though most of it was taken care of, I just kept wondering about why we were
always dealing with the aftermath when we have so many resources. I mean, I didn’t
think we should start going after Strigoi, but it just seemed like there should be
a way to help the Moroi and guardians be more proactive. So . . . I mentioned it to
my supervisor.”

Marcus and Amelia wore deadly earnest expressions, and even I was hooked. “What happened?”
I asked softly.

Wade’s gaze looked off into the past. “I was chastised pretty bad. Over and over,
all my superiors kept telling me how wrong it was for me to even think things like
that about the Moroi, let alone talk about them. They didn’t send me to re-education,
but they suspended me for two weeks, and each day, I had to listen to lectures about
what a terrible person I was and how I was on the verge of corruption. By the end,
I believed them . . . until I met Marcus. He made me realize I didn’t have to be in
that life anymore.”

“So you left,” I said, suddenly feeling a little more kindly toward Marcus.

“Yes. But not before completing the mission Marcus gave me. I got a hold of the classified
visitor list.”

That
surprised me. The Alchemists were always hip deep in secrets. While most of our goings-on
were recorded diligently, there were some things that our elite leaders didn’t want
the rest of the society to know about. Again, all for the greater good. The classified
list would detail people allowed access—that the higher-ups wanted kept secret. It
wasn’t something the average Alchemist could see.

“You’re young,” I said. “You wouldn’t be allowed access to something like that.”

Wade snorted. “Of course not. That’s what made the task so difficult. Marcus doesn’t
have us do easy assignments. I had to do a lot of dangerous things—things that made
me glad to escape afterward. The list showed us the link to the Warriors.”

“Did it say ‘Top Secret Vampire Hunter Meeting’?” asked Eddie. Things like that, aside
from his deadly protective skills, were why I liked having him along.

Wade flushed at the jibe. “No. It was all coded, kind of. It didn’t list full names,
just initials. Even I couldn’t get the actual names. But one of the entries? Z. J.”

Marcus and his Merry Men all looked at me expectantly, as though that were supposed
to mean something to me. I glanced at Eddie again, but he was just as baffled.

“What’s that stand for?” I asked.

“Zebulon Jameson,” said Marcus. Once again, there was an expectation. When I didn’t
answer, Marcus turned disbelieving. “You were there with the Warriors. Don’t you remember
him? Master Jameson?”

I did, actually. He was one of the Warriors’ high officials, an intimidating man with
a salt-and-pepper beard who’d worn old-fashioned golden ceremonial robes.

“I never caught his first name,” I said. “But isn’t it kind of a leap to assume that’s
who Z. J. was? Maybe it was, I don’t know, Zachary Johnson.”

“Or Zeke Jones,” supplied Eddie.

The cat came by with a refill for Marcus’s lemonade, and I soon had proof that it
was a woman. “Thanks, love,” Marcus said, giving her a smile that nearly made her
swoon and drop the tray. When he turned back to us, he was all business. “That’s where
Sabrina comes in. Not long before Wade got the list, she overheard Master Jameson
talking to one of his cronies about an upcoming trip to St. Louis and how he was going
to find out about leads on some missing girl. The timing lines up.”

“It’s an awfully big coincidence,” I said. Yet even as I spoke, I was reminded of
something Sonya Karp always said about the world of Moroi and Alchemists:
There are no coincidences.

“What missing girl were they talking about?” asked Eddie carefully.

I met his eyes and immediately understood what he wasn’t saying. A missing girl that
the Warriors were interested in. There was one missing girl that the Moroi were very,
very interested in as well. And whom the Alchemists were determined to keep safe.
She was the reason I was stationed in Palm Springs in the first place. In fact, I
was pretending to be her sister.

Jill
.

I said nothing and focused on Marcus again.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, just that finding her would create a lot of problems for
the Moroi. The details aren’t important yet. First we have to prove the connection.”

Those details were immensely important to Eddie and me, but I wasn’t sure how much
Marcus and friends knew about Jill. I wasn’t about to show too much interest.

“And that’s what you want me to do?” I asked, recalling the arcade discussion. “How
would you like me to do that? Go visit Master Jameson and ask him?”

“Every visitor is recorded on video if they’re going through the secure access point,”
said Wade. “Even the top secret ones. All you have to do is steal a copy of that footage.
They store it all in their computers.”

These people had a very different idea than me of what “all you have to do” meant.

“I’m a field Alchemist in Palm Springs,” I reminded them. “I’m not a computer hacker.
I’m not even in St. Louis! How would I walk in and steal something?”

Marcus tilted his head to study me, allowing some of that golden hair to slip forward.
“It’s more of that resourceful vibe I get off you. Couldn’t you find some way to get
to St. Louis? Some reason to visit?”

“No! I’d have no . . .” I trailed off, flashing back to the wedding. Ian, with his
lovesick eyes, had invited me to visit him in St. Louis. He’d had the audacity to
use church services as a way to further his chances with me.

Marcus’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve already thought of something, haven’t you? Brilliant,
just like I thought.” Amelia looked mildly put out at hearing me complimented.

“It’d be a long shot,” I said.

“That’s kind of how we roll,” said Marcus.

I still wasn’t on board. “Look, I know someone there, but I’d have to get permission
to even go, which wouldn’t be easy.” I stared at each of them in turn. “You know how
it is. You were all in the Alchemists. You know we can’t just take vacations whenever
we want.”

Wade and Amelia actually had the grace to look embarrassed, but Marcus was undaunted.
“Can you let this chance pass? Even if you don’t want to join us or alter your tattoo,
just think about it. You saw the Warriors. You saw what they’re capable of. Can you
even imagine what could happen if they had access to Alchemist resources?”

“It’s all circumstantial,” argued the scientist in me.

“Sydney,” said Eddie.

I turned to him and saw something in his eyes I’d never expected to see: pleading.
He didn’t care about Alchemist conspiracies or Marcus’s Merry Men. What he cared about
was Jill, and he’d heard something that made him think she was in danger. That was
unacceptable in his world. He would do anything in his power to keep her safe, but
even he knew stealing information from the Alchemists was out of his league. It was
pretty much out of mine too, but he didn’t know that. He believed in me, and he was
silently begging me to help.