“No, he crossed them, but his buddies were locked out-for a while, at least. Then I heard someone undoing them. It was our kind of magic. I thought it was you.”
“Why on earth would I do that?”
“Then some other shaman did.” The accusing tone in my voice provided no need for elaboration.
“Stop this. Art and Abigail aren’t out doing what you think. They certainly wouldn’t break the wards so gentry could attack you. You think they’re out in your neighborhood right now? One of the gentry must have done it. You were probably distracted.”
“Have you lost all faith in me? All you keep saying tonight is that I’m wrong, that I’m mistaken. Roland, I know what shamanic magic feels like. Just like I know what gentry magic feels like, especially considering-as you keep pointing out-I use it all the time.”
I’m not sure which part of my tirade did it, but I could tell he was done with the conversation. There was something weary in his face that made him look older than he was. “I’m not going to stand out here in the dark and argue with you, Eugenie. All I can ask is that if you can’t control yourself for my sake, then think of your mother. Otherwise, do what you want.”
“Roland…”
But he was already walking away into the night, and as I watched the man I’d always regarded as my father leave, I uneasily wondered whose daughter I truly was.
Chapter Twenty
Tim surfaced the next morning after some liaison or another, and I decided not to mention that our wards had been broken. He handled my array of paranormal activities fairly good-naturedly, but that was largely because they usually didn’t follow me home. So, I called the witch who’d originally laid the wards and asked her to come back and discreetly redo them, scheduling a time when I knew Tim would be out.
After that it was off to the first shamanic job I’d had in a while, fighting a nixie who’d taken up residence in some poor family’s swimming pool. The ease with which I dispatched her was a bit alarming. Earlier in the year, Dorian and I had fought off a group of them that Jasmine had sent. Dorian had done the fighting, and at the time, they’d seemed overwhelming. Now, with my magic becoming more and more instinctual, fighting a water creature like this was ridiculously simple. Admittedly, I still banished her the old-fashioned way, not wanting to rely on magic more than I had to. I didn’t agree with Roland about its use-though my fight with him still stung-but it was exhilarating recalling how easily I’d fought the water elemental. If I could only summon water creatures like Jasmine could, my life would be easier still.
And speaking of Jasmine, I summoned Volusian away from her later that evening. I was going to the Thorn Land shortly and felt confident that she wouldn’t get knocked up before then. Well, I hoped so, at least.
Volusian appeared in the darkest corner of my bedroom, scaring off one of the cats that had been sleeping on my bed. “My mistress calls,” he said in his monotone.
“I have a job for you.”
“Of course.”
“I need you to go to Yellow River and check out the house of a shaman there. Do not let him see you-or sense you, if you can help it.” My vibe from Art was that while he could fight Otherworldly creatures, he didn’t possess the same sensitivity I did.
“And what would my mistress like me to do once I am there?”
“Look around. Tell me if there’s anything suspicious going on-particularly in regard to any gentry girls. Make sense?”
Volusian’s look was scathing. “Certainly it makes sense. Do not confuse me with the other underlings who serve you.”
Once he had the address, he disappeared in that way of his, and I sighed. It might be worth enslaving another minion destined for the Underworld. It was easy enough for me, particularly if I got one who wasn’t too strong. I didn’t have a huge amount of respect for Volusian, but he’d been right about one thing. He was so powerful that his skills were better suited to protection and battle. A lesser spirit would suffice for all these errands I seemed to be sending him on lately.
That was a thought for another day. For now, it was back to the Thorn Land. I planned on spending the night there since I wanted to get an early start on our demon hunting. Kiyo had said he’d come at sunrise, and I didn’t want to miss a moment of being with him.
When I arrived at my castle, I was a bit surprised to see a party going on. Well, not a true party, but Shaya, Rurik, and a few of the other head servants were hanging out in one of the parlors, drinking wine and laughing. Girard was still around and had joined them. Even Ysabel was there, looking happy for a change. None of them seemed to have expected me that night and most leapt up like naughty children. Shaya started to stammer something like an apology, but I silenced her with a gesture.
“No, no. Keep having fun.” I somehow always thought of them as utilitarian fixtures around here, but of course, they were only human-well, figuratively speaking-and entitled to their downtime.
After a few uneasy moments, they settled back down, and Rurik offered me a glass of wine. I shook my head. “You know,” he said, “that your minion disappeared.”
“Yeah, I know. I sent him on a task.”
“I doubled the guards on her when I heard.”
“Good. Let’s hope she’s managed to keep her clothes on in this short of time.”
“You should have killed her,” Ysabel noted darkly.
I ignored that and turned away, leaving them to their party. “I’m going to check on her myself.”
The bedroom Shaya had assigned Jasmine was one floor up and very cleverly chosen-not that I’d expect any less from Shaya. It was spacious and furnished but not so large that the guards within couldn’t see her most of the time-the bathroom excluded. The room’s one window was only a tiny slit, too small for anyone to get out of. Four guards stood on duty outside and four within. To my relief, Jasmine simply lay on her bed, reading one of the books I’d sent. Girard’s new cuffs had a longer, thinner chain that gave her much more range of motion but was packed with iron. Those blue-gray eyes looked up at my approach, but the rest of her didn’t move.
“Oh. You.”
I sat down on a narrow wicker bench and sent the guards outside with a curt nod. “I came to check on you.”
“Right. Because you care so much.”
“I do. Well, kind of.”
“The only things you care about are having the heir yourself and forcing me to get rid of your monsters.”
“Demons,” I corrected. “And believe me, the last thing I want is to have the heir.”
“I heard the guards talking. They said you’ve been hanging out with Dorian a lot. Why else would you do that? No one else would rather have our father’s grandson. Well, except Aeson.” A grimace fell over her face at the mention of her old lover.
“Dorian’s just my friend, something you’ll understand when you’re older.” Oh, Eugenie, you are such a hypocrite. “And you’re better off without Aeson.”
Her eyes returned to her book. “I loved Aeson. You have no idea what love is.”
“Oh, I do. I know that it’s the best high and the worst hurt all at the same time-not to mention confusing as hell.”
Jasmine looked back at me, still sullen but with a new sort of consideration. “What do you want? Are you just here to babysit me until that fucking imp comes back? God, I hate him.”
I started to tell her to watch her language and then decided there was no point. “I came to tell you we’re going to take out those demons tomorrow.”
“At gunpoint.”
“I don’t have a choice. They’re terrorizing people. How can you not understand how serious that is?”
She shrugged with her typical apathy and pushed some of that long blond hair out of her face. “Your problem. Not mine.” Self-centered brat. She frowned for a moment, though. “Are they still taking girls?” She sounded almost concerned. Almost.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t know if this group’s connected or not. I actually think there are humans involved.”