I let my hands drop. God, I was so tired. And my cord was starting to fade. A sure sign my body was weakening. But was it smart to return before I’d talked to Raoul? How vulnerable would that leave E.J.? On the other hand, Dave might need me back at the house. As I debated, I felt myself suddenly pushed — hard — back into physical.
I felt my back bow as the pain of rejoining hit. When I finally regained my breath I only had enough to say, “What the . . . ”
Vayl leaned over me. “Is everything all right?”
I shook my head, trying to clear it.
Raoul? What’s the word?
No answer.
Shit!
“Cam!” I yelled. Natchez came running into the kitchen, took one look at me kneeling by David, who still wasn’t breathing, and slapped a tear from his cheek. “Where’s Cam?” I demanded.
“Working on Grace.”
“Get him! Now!”
Natch was back in thirty seconds with the entire team in tow.
“CPR!” I snapped. “Now!”
Without a word Cam went to his knees and started chest compressions.
“I thought you said Raoul —” Cole began.
“I’m not leaving it up to him,” I growled. I bent down to give Dave some air.
The door flew open again and Cassandra ran into the room. “Jasmine, I can See again!” she cried. She looked like she’d prefer to remain in Curtainland.
I nodded, saving my breath for Dave.
“You have to leave!” Cassandra said, her voice shaking with barely checked emotion.
“What?”
“A vision. Terrible destruction. Mass murders. Black smoke from fire bombings. Thousands of innocents dead in the rubble. The Wizard will not be stopped unless you go for him now!”
I looked down at my brother, tears blinding me as I struggled to my feet. Jet took my place as Vayl led me out of the kitchen, into the guys’ room, where Cassandra had secreted the items she needed for her spell.
She’d explained earlier that it was based on my already heightened abilities to track
others
. So far the only way I could follow a trail was to find its source first. This spell would not only show me the source, it would impress the Wizard’s psychic scent on my brain so I could follow it if he moved to another location before we arrived.
Cassandra held out her hand for the ohm, which I was only too glad to get rid of. She took one of Bergman’s small hammers, broke open the plastic casing, and pulled from the wreckage a small white bone.
“What is that?” I asked, not even recognizing my own voice. I sounded like a robot. Yeah, somewhere along the line I’d switched to full automatic. There’d be hell to pay when I took back the reins. But until then I could at least do my job.
Cassandra said, “When you locate the Wizard, I believe you will notice he is missing part of a finger.”
I nodded. That would be the least of his worries when I found him.
Cole came in.
“Anything yet?” I asked him.
He shook his head.
Goddammit, Raoul,
do
something!
I turned my attention, such as it was, back to Cassandra. She’d laid the finger bone on the floor in the center of a circle of yellow powder. “Now, Jaz,” she said tightly. “Lean your head over the circle.”
I did as I was told, not much caring what came next. If she’d set the powder on fire and, by proximity, my hair, I wouldn’t have muttered a word of protest. Instead she sprinkled a sparkly white substance, like sugar only with bigger crystals, on top of the powder. At the same time she whispered a series of funky words.
“Ayada. Torenia. Terell avatam latem.”
The circle ignited into a sort of mini electric storm, with my head as the locus. Every time I breathed in or swallowed I tasted iron. My eyes felt gritty, and no matter how often I blinked, it seemed like an eyelash the size of a giant redwood was caught inside my contact lenses. My head began to throb, but I welcomed the pain. I deserved no less for what I’d done to my brother. No matter that he’d never have wanted his current existence. He was now lying dead on the kitchen floor because of me.
The storm ended suddenly, leaving me on all fours, panting like a dehydrated hound dog. But I had it. The scent of the Wizard. My lips drew back at its stench. A mix of bloated corpse, stagnant water, and really cheap aftershave. And I’d thought vampires were bad.
“I know where he is,” I said. I stood up, swayed dangerously, grabbed on to Vayl and Cole as they straightened me up again. “We’re going to need some wheels. And a couple more guns.”
The four of us went back into the kitchen.
“David!” Cassandra went to her knees beside my twin. Who was sitting up. Shaking hands. Not smiling. But not ripping anybody a new one either.
I stopped just inside the doorway, my hands clutching Vayl and Cole each by the forearm. Otherwise I definitely would have fallen. The relief took the juice completely out of my legs. But since Cassandra was doing my sobbing for me, I was able to stand dry-eyed. Waiting for his verdict.
He looked into my eyes and the room went silent. “I could never have done what you’ve done,” he finally said. “You’re an amazing woman. Thank you.”
I bobbed my head, pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t start blubbering. Because the next step would definitely be snot bubbles. And I so did not want to ruin this moment with snot bubbles. So I did it with work.
“I can’t even tell you how happy I am to have you back. But we have to go,” I told him. “Cassandra says if we don’t, the Wizard will go free.”
“You know where he is?” asked Cam as David’s face drained of the little color he’d regained at the mention of his former master.
“Yeah,” I said. “We’re taking the TV van.”
“Then you’ll have room for us,” said Jet, rising with the sort of try-to-stop-me purpose I’d learned early on not to fight against.
I shrugged and said, “Yeah, okay, whoever wants to come.”
“That would be all of us,” said Dave. He struggled to his feet. And rather than let him embarrass himself, Cam and Natchez gave him a hand. He looked around. “Where’s Grace? We’re going to need her too.”
“She’s been injured,” I said shortly, unwilling to take him on that guilt trip for the moment. We all knew better than to try to talk Dave out of coming with us. Still, it was easily the worst idea of all time. I needed him gone. Far away. Preferably in another time zone, where we could only speak via sat phone, our signals kissing cheeks as they met at a dish not unlike the one that sat atop the TV van.
Which gave me the brightest idea ever. Inside my head, Granny May grinned, nodded with approval, and said,
Finally
.
“I need you and Jet at the TV station,” I told Dave. “Right now it’s being manned by the two remaining reavers who were sent to take me out. You need to either get control of them, so they’ll obey your orders, or kill them and then figure out how to receive a live feed from the van and then transmit it out the tower. Just remember, if you do kill them, you’ll also have to contend with mahghul.” I described the little buggers and briefly explained my own showdown with them in front of the temple.
“It sounds as if you have a plan,” said Vayl.
I tried to contain my rising excitement, but as I continued to roll the idea around in my brain and couldn’t think of any huge stoppers, I couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Maybe,” I said. “Just maybe there’s a way we can save our asses while we accomplish this one. Bergman? We’re going to need your expertise, buddy. Looks like you’re really going to earn that vacation tonight.”
Fleeting look of fear. Then it was replaced by a new expression. Bergman and determination: I kind of thought they looked good on each other. He nodded sharply. “You’ve got me.”
“Cam, don’t you guys all carry first aid kits?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to need to fake an injury to my left hand.” He looked bewildered, but knew better than to ask questions while I was on a roll. As he left to get his supplies I spec-phoned Asha. “How’s it going on your end?” I asked.