A summoner portal.
The darkness exploded into brilliant white. Fishes rained out of the portal into the water, five feet long, silver blue, with blunt heads armored with bone plates. Their huge mouths gaped, flashing jagged bone teeth long enough to bite through my leg.
They fell into the water, and the swamp erupted. Dayglow green blood fountained to the surface. Chunks of plant matter and strange white flesh floated up and vanished as the fish snapped them up in a frenzy.
Alessandro tossed the flamethrower aside, straightened, and saw me. Surprise slapped his face. He turned, saw the guard impaled on the spike, and bared his teeth. “What happened?”
Marat climbed onto the walkway. “That’s it. That’s fucking it!”
All around us things moved. At the shore something slid into the water. On the left, far in the swamp, a sinuous thing stirred. I reached out with my magic and saw the Abyss moving, flowing toward us, like a glowing amoeba sensing its prey.
“Catalina?” Alessandro spun me around.
“There is a creature in this swamp,” I whispered, trying to track the enormous consciousness floating around us. “It’s everywhere. It’s coming. We have to go.”
“Get it!” Marat yelled at the fish creatures, banging his fist on the railing. “Get that fucker! Rip it all up, whatever it is!”
Alessandro grabbed my hand and sprinted down the metal walkway.
“Hey!” Marat roared.
We kept running. A moment later Marat’s heavy footsteps followed.
Chapter 10
As soon as the three of us made it to the main bridge leading to the PRP island, the security force sprang into action. We were surrounded and marched to safety by guards bristling with flamethrowers and giving the swamp ugly looks. The echoes of the mind in the mire had receded, but it didn’t make me feel any better.
Security deposited us at the main building, where a paramedic wrapped us in foil blankets despite the hundred-degree weather, ushered us into Marat’s office on the first floor, and promptly cut up Marat’s jeans. Small silver drops studded the summoner’s legs, embedded in his flesh.
Alessandro leaned over me, his hand on my shoulder, his face close to mine. To an outside observer, it would look like he was comforting me.
“What’s going on?” he murmured.
“There is an alien intelligence in the swamp. It’s telepathic.”
He took a second to come to terms with it. “Tell me about the spike.”
“Telekinetic, long-range, probably a Prime. He launched at least a dozen spikes, so he came prepared to kill us. I grabbed his mind, and he took off.”
Alessandro nodded and straightened, his eyes calculating.
If Marat had wanted to kill us, he wouldn’t have used a telekinetic. First, if something happened to us, he would be the obvious suspect. Second, if he was dumb enough to try to murder us, he could have just shot us and had his guards dump our corpses into the water, where the nightmare that lived in the Pit would finish us off. Third, the telekinetic made no move to save him. No, the telekinetic had to belong to Arkan.
The paramedic, a lean dark-haired white man in his thirties, got a set of tweezers and a bucket and sat on the floor. He plucked the first metal drop off Marat’s hairy calf. The summoner winced. The silver drop stretched and wiggled in the tweezers.
Alessandro took a step forward, caught the paramedic’s arm, and looked more closely at the wriggling thing. “A metal leech.”
He released the man’s arm and the paramedic dropped the leech into the bucket and wiped the blood off Marat’s leg. “One down.”
He didn’t seem rattled by pulling a metallic leech out of his employer’s leg.
“How many times have you done this?” I asked him.
“Don’t answer that,” Marat snapped.
“No, do answer that.” Despite being drenched in swamp water, Alessandro morphed into a Prime complete with crushing authority in his voice.
“Terrence,” Marat warned.
The paramedic looked from Marat to Alessandro and back to Marat again.
“I’m here as Lander Morton’s proxy.” Alessandro’s voice held no mercy. “For all intents and purposes, I am Lander Morton. I cut your paycheck. Answer her question.”
Terrence swallowed. “About seven or eight times. It happens if people fall in the water and survive.”
“How many people didn’t survive?” I asked.
The first responder opened his mouth, eyed Marat, and said, “Several.”
Loyalty. Victoria respected it. At this point she would acknowledge it, abandon verbal gymnastics, and crack his mind open. She would let him keep it, because loyalty deserved to be rewarded, but she would leave him curled into a ball on the floor sobbing. It would take him weeks to recover.
“I’ll be right back.” I got up, and left the room to retrieve the canvas sack from Rhino.
As I walked back from the car, voices floated down through the open door. I stopped to listen.
“. . . are you fucking her or something?” Marat growled. “Does Lander know? Because that old pisshead isn’t going to like that.”
“You’re alive because she asked me to save you. I would’ve let you drown.”
“So what? You want a medal?”
“I want you to answer her questions.”
“Because you’re fucking her, right?”
Alessandro’s voice dropped into a dangerous calm. “Say that again.”
“What the fuck are you going to do about it, Eurotrash?”
Something thudded.
“Hey!” Marat screamed and choked off.
Oh shit.
I stepped into the room. Terrence was on the floor, pressing himself against the wall on my right. Alessandro must’ve thrown him out of the way. Marat sat frozen in his chair, his eyes wide, trying not to breathe, because Alessandro leaned over him, one foot on the chair, holding a knife to Marat’s throat. The razor-sharp blade hovered a fraction of an inch from slicing Marat’s jugular. Magic, potent and vicious, splayed from Alessandro, coursing through the room, sparking with orange fire here and there. It wrapped around me and licked me, flashing its fangs, like a wolf who decided he wanted a pat. Goose bumps covered my arms.
Alessandro’s face was impassive. Marat had ripped open a portal without an arcane circle less than twenty minutes ago. He was either tapped out or close to it. Even if he’d been at full power, the sheer force of magic saturating the room would’ve terrified him. It was like a high-voltage wire dancing with a live current. But the look in Alessandro’s eyes was worse. He was looking at Marat as if the summoner wasn’t even human. An obstacle to be removed. A bug to be squished. Marat saw his death in Alessandro’s eyes, and it rendered him mute.
I walked over to them and put my hand on Alessandro’s right arm. “I leave you alone for a moment, and you’re killing people again.”
Marat swallowed.
“He’s still alive,” the Artisan said.
“He’s crude, but he didn’t kill Felix. He’s just a loud asshole.” I slid my hand to his wrist and gently pushed his hand away from Marat’s throat.
Alessandro looked at Marat and hurled the knife backward without looking. It bit into the wall an inch from Terrence’s head.
“Leave,” Alessandro said.
The first responder jumped up and scrambled out of the room.
Alessandro uncoiled from the chair, walked over to the door, shut it, and leaned on it. Marat watched him like he was a rabid tiger. I needed to redirect his attention, or I wouldn’t get anywhere.
“Marat,” I called.
He tore his gaze away from Alessandro and glanced at me.
“The last summoner we fought produced a swarm of flying ticks with long scorpion tails and big mouths. I believe you designate them as a Class VII summon.”