Kieran leaned back again. “You’ll start with the basics, both in fighting and magic. You’re a type of Necromancer in your basic skill set, so you’ll learn rudimentary skills you would’ve been taught years ago had your initial assessment been legit. Once you’re set on the basics, we’ll decide on additional training.”
I nodded slowly. I did need the help. Even when it came to non-magical combat. Sure, I had a couple of years of martial arts training and a couple months of boxing, picked up when someone offered a poor girl some classes out of pity, but I hadn’t kept up the practice. If danger came my way right now, I was totally vulnerable. The kids wouldn’t tell me to push back on this one since it was in my best interest.
I blew out a breath. “Fine. But I’m not taking that car.”
“Your vehicle is a rust box waiting to die. If you need to get out of a situation fast, peddling the ground like Fred Flintstone won’t be conducive to staying alive.”
I arched one of my eyebrows indignantly. “I’ll have you know that that Honda is way more reliable than a BMW. It runs just fine, thank you very much, and it’s near impossible to kill.”
“How about speed? How many minutes does it take to get up to sixty? How much coughing and shaking does it do at a hundred?”
I gritted my teeth. Plenty of minutes and lots of shaking.
“And how does a BMW stand up to something like a Ferrari?” I asked. “Or are you telling me Valens’s car isn’t faster than the Beemer?”
Kieran shifted and his eyes glimmered. “My father has many cars, and some of them are faster, yes. But my father won’t be the one following you.” His expression turned somber and a vicious gleam replaced the amusement in his eyes. “He’ll leave that to his minions. Whom I will need to make disappear before they can tell him of your efforts. I would like to avoid that. Listen, Alexis…” He braced his hands on his knees. “You must know this is a fragile and precarious situation. It’s dangerous, to say the least. If you run into trouble, I’ll need to know about it immediately. Immediately. Do you understand?”
I nodded, the weight of the situation pressing on my shoulders.
“I will protect you, but we won’t be together at all times,” he went on. “I have cultivated a presence in certain areas of my father’s government that I need to maintain until the last possible moment. This is just the first step in a dangerous journey. I can’t let it interrupt my overall goal. If at all possible, I’d like you to get my mother across the Line without him knowing how it was done.”
I widened my eyes with the realization that Kieran wanted to free his mother, but he wouldn’t stop there. He intended to tear down his father. The Demigod in front of me sought vengeance against another Demigod, and if I fulfilled my task, I’d likely be the spark to ignite the war. A war that would be fought on home soil.
My breathing increased as anxiety pooled in my gut. What had I gotten myself into?
4
Alexis
“I’d better let all the spirits go, then,” I said, my mind suddenly churning. As they said: in for a penny, in for a pound. “Your father has at least one other spirit trapped—the teen in the government building—but I’d bet there are more. If I let them all go, he won’t be able to pin down an actual motive. Well, other than someone wanting to release the spirits. That, or he’ll suspect his spirit-trapping person decided to take the job and shove it.”
Kieran watched me silently, his face blank. Zorn’s head turned slowly, now watching me, too. They didn’t seem amused.
“You already thought of that, huh?” I nodded and pretended like I was back to looking over the contract. “Give me a break. I’m just getting up to speed.”
But once my mind started churning, I couldn’t stop it. My gaze drifted to the side as I thought on the situation.
“The girl in the government building didn’t do anything truly heinous, just lashed out in teen rage. Magical people do things like that all the time. Why did he single her out, I wonder? Oh! Maybe something about that girl struck a personal chord with Valens. That might be the tie-in. And if he did go after her for personal reasons, there must be others. Many others. Valens isn’t exactly an easygoing guy, as your mother found out the hard way.”
I cleared my throat. I should probably rein it in a little.
“I only saw a few ghosts in the government building,” I went on, “and, of those, only the girl seemed put out, so he can’t be storing them all there. I’ll need to find his little strongholds. If the spirit trapper has to continually strengthen them—which he probably does since the girl in the government building said he stops in periodically—there can’t be that many. He’d run out of energy.” I ripped my gaze to Kieran before pointing at him. “We could take down the prison walls when you’re in a meeting with Valens. That would give you a strong alibi. You’d be in the clear.” I chewed on my lip. “Of course, Valens’s people are excellent at solving unsolvable crimes. My last assessment, the scene at the magical showcase, and the ghosts I talked to in the government building lobby—it won’t take him long to find me, even if you run interference. I have an awful lot of breadcrumbs littered around. I’ll need witness protection…if there is such a thing from Valens.”
“No one will implicate you. I’ll ensure it,” Kieran said, and that vicious gleam in his eyes flashed at me. I shivered, knowing he wasn’t lying when he said Demigods were ruthless.
I shrugged. “That’s if any of this has merit. It’s all assumption so far.”
Zorn huffed and glanced downward.
Before I could defend myself with the obvious—I’d told them I didn’t have any real experience—Kieran spoke.
“Getting back to what you said earlier, no, we hadn’t thought of letting all the spirits go at once, because…” He shook his head and a smile blossomed. “Because all of this is utterly foreign. You talk about ghosts as if they’re as normal as roses in spring. I still haven’t totally acclimated to the idea of my mother being trapped in the world of the living. I only found out because a high priestess arranged for a Ghost Whisperer’s entertainment as thanks for my keeping silent on…certain matters.” I felt my eyebrows lower. Man-whore. “I’d had no idea my mother wasn’t resting in peace. That she was somehow trapped. Since then, I’ve received very little information I could actually use. Certainly nothing to the extent of what you’ve just so easily laid out with barely a thought.” He was silent for a beat, looking at me with an unreadable expression.
My face heated. “It’s all guesswork at this point…” I mumbled.
“You continually blow my mind, Alexis. I’ve never met anyone like you. It’s…refreshing.”
I looked down at the contract, not seeing it. “Right. Well.” I opened the right drawer and extracted a pen. “First, I need to spend more time assessing the situation. The government building is a good place to start. I want to talk to that teen again. If I keep my head down and pretend I have a function there, I doubt anyone will notice me. I stay pretty invisible in the dual-society zones. I’m good at it.”