She waited for a response and didnt get one. Good. I also have pictures of the portable air conditioner you set up beneath the housethats another crime, by the way, putting anything underground, but I imagine you know thatto fake sudden changes in temperature. One of my hidden cameras caught you breaking the mirrors, and another one very clearly shows you and Mrs. Darnell discussing your crimes.
Mr. and Mrs. Darnell looked guilty. Their childrenCassie and Curtis, how cutelooked confused. Chess directed her next comments to them.
I have two Orders of Relinquishment here. You two are going to be taken to the Church with your parents, but when they go to prison youll be moving in with another family member or, failing that, a home will be found for you. Youll be safe there.
She could only hope that last line was true. It hadnt been for her. None of those homes shed been sent to had been safe, or at least not more than a couple of them.
But that was a long time ago. That was before the Church was really settled. That was a mistake; she was an anomaly, or something, and it mattered only in her memories.
Because the Church had saved her. Theyd taken her out of that life and given her a new one. The Church had found her and made her into something real.
The two children looked at each other, looked at Chess, looked at their parents. What was the expression on their faces? Shock, curiosity? Chess couldnt quite read it.
She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them again. Shit, she didnt usually have problems like this from her pills. And no way had she gotten a bad batch; Lex had given her those, and Lex might be in charge of the Downside gang in direct opposition to the one Chesss Chesss everything worked for, but Lex wouldnt try to do her any harm. She knew that. Lex was her friend.
So what the fuck?
Her eyes itched, too; she raised her hand to rub at them. Struggled to raise it. In fact, shed been sitting still for a few minutes, hadnt she? Without moving.
The room started to rock around her, as if she and the Darnells sat on the deck of a ship in stormy waters. Nausea slithered through her stomach, up her throat.
Her skin tingled. Not her skin, actually. Her tattoosrunes and sigils inscribed into her skin with magic-imbued ink by the Churchtingled. The way they always did in the presence of ghostsor in the presence of magic.
It took forever to turn her head to the left, on a neck that felt like it was being squeezed by strong, hard hands she couldnt see. Who was Fuck, someone was casting some kind of spell on her. Who was it, what was it?
She couldnt tell, couldnt see well enough to tell. Just a shape, a spot of darker shadow in the long hallway. But whatever it wasit felt like a man, she had enough presence of mind to know thatit was powerful, it was strong, and it was about to beat her.
Something inside her struggled. The noise of the Darnells shouting faded, as if a stiff wind had come up and was blowing them all away. The adult Darnells yelling, cackling; the young Darnells panicked and confused.
And over it all words of power seeping into her consciousness, spoken in a deep smooth voice like smoked glass. Smoked glass with jagged edges; she would cut herself on them, theyd slice into her skin and her blood would spill out onto the floor, staining the carpet the Darnells couldnt pay for. Staining everything except her soul: That was filthy enough already, covered with grime and pain that would never go away, no matter how many pills she took or lines she snorted. She deserved to be punished for that. Deserved to die for it.
But she didnt want to. Not just because she was afraid of the City of Eternity, either. As her breath came shorter and shallower, as the black edge around her vision thickened until she could see only tiny spots of the room, all she could think about was Terrible. The only man in the world who made her feel like she was okay, like she could be happy. The only one who understood her. The only one who loved her.
The only one, period.
She would not leave him. She refused to leave him.
His face grew in her mind: black hair pomaded into a rockabilly DA, thick heavy muttonchops, the face shed once thought was ugly and now couldnt understand why or how shed ever thought that. Because every scar showed how strong he was, those hard dark eyes thawed just for her, the heavy brow smoothed when he looked at her and it all added up to Terrible, and she was not going to let some shithead scam artists and their rent-a-witch steal her from him. Hed expect her to fight. Hed expect her to win, too.
Moving her lips hurt. She forced herself to do it anyway. Arkrandia arkrandia, bellarum bellarum, dishager dishager, arkrandia arkrandia, bellarum bellarum
The Banishing words started to come faster, stronger. Not much, and her vision still hadnt cleared, but she could feel it. Something was building inside herpower was building inside herand it was chasing away the choking fog of the dark spell.
She kept chanting, her voice creaky and rough, scraping against her throat, while she made her stiff fingers move. She needed to get into her bag; she had goats blood in there, cobwebs and chunks of snake. If she could find a piece of iron to grab, it would help.
The witch loomed over her, his large body giving off the faint smell of sweat and cheap aftershave.
Were her feet on the floor? She thought they were, was pretty sure they were, and she guessed it didnt matter if they werent, because she had to try anyway. She started to stand, her legs shaking and hurting beneath her.
The witch hit her, knocked her back. Fucker. That wasnt even a good punch; it was a wimpy little bitch slap. Now she was getting pissed. Who the hell did he think he was, this soft bag of shit in a shiny-cheap black tent and a pair of dorky-looking loafers? He thought he could come in to one of her cases, attack her?
Bullshit he could.
More anger, to make her even stronger. She was finding it now, that pit of rage deep inside her, the hatred for everyone, for everything theyd done to her. The hatred for herself that never seemed to end, would never end, would never lessen. It was there, and she needed it, and she took it and used it to clench her right hand into a fist, a good strong one. Shed never been too bad at fightingnot with her upbringingbut Terrible had shown her some new stuff, taught her how to do it, where to hit.
So she wasnt worried at all when she pushed herself up and punched him with all her might. And she had something nobody else hador at least nobody who wasnt a trained witch whod put some real thought into physical self-defense, which her opponent obviously hadnt.
She pushed her power into that fist, all of her energy, the anger and pain and everything else, and felt it reverberate when it hit him. Good. That gave her more strength, more will to fight.
Unfortunately, seeing her bounce back seemed to give the Darnells the will to fight, too. As she drew her fist to have another go, her energy returning in a rush as the spell was interrupted, an arm wrapped itself around her neck, yanked her against a well-padded chest.
Where the fuck was the fucking Squad? Yes, the whole thing had probably taken much less time than it felt like it had, but they should be there
The witch dropped his shoulder, ready to hit her again. To hit her properly this time, while Mr. Darnell held her defenseless. Nice.
And, nope, she wasnt going to let them do that.