A Perfect Blood

sureness. “I’m going to sever your spinal cord in your sleep. You’re going to wake up with me bending over you, unable to move. And then I’m going to milk your blood for the next one hundred and sixty years like the animal you are. I’ll use you to wipe your species from the earth.”
    His threats were not going to happen, but I shivered anyway.
    He was too far down the corridor. I needed a better angle. Heart pounding, I quietly wedged myself out past the grate and rolled onto the floor. Flat on my stomach, I closed my eyes and whispered, “You’re going to have a hard time with that from jail.”
    “I could do it from jail.” His voice was introspective, casual. “I’d rather do it myself, though. The pleasure. You know.”
    “Rache!” Jenks shouted, and I rolled, invoking a circle as the shot echoed in the tunnel. The gold of my aura glowed in the dark. Smut crawled over it like a living patina, dimpled where the bullet had ricocheted off. Through the haze, I saw Eloy by the faint light of my circle. He was crouched with his gun pointed at me, a young man overflowing with fear, hate, and misplaced zeal. The smell of gunpowder hit me. Behind him, Jenks was white faced and struggling, stuck to the floor.
    “Son of a bastard,” I breathed, scared for Jenks. Arms out, I shifted the angle of my gun and pulled the trigger. I rolled as the pellet hit my circle and broke the amber wash. My heart pounded in the new darkness, but I heard only a disgusted grunt.
    “ Noli me tangere, bitch,” Eloy said, and my teeth clenched. Don’t touch me? Had I missed? “Anticharm gear. You think I’d do this without it? Your magic is useless.”
    “You know some Latin,” I said, my eyes searching for the barest hint of a glow, a glint. Anticharm gear wouldn’t stand up to repeated abuse. “I’m surprised they teach you that in the bunkers.”
    Eloy chuckled, and I shifted my aim higher. If I hit his face or hands, he’d go down for sure. “I didn’t grow up in a camp,” he said, and I adjusted my grip on my gun, beginning to sweat. “I’m from a very well-respected family. Most of us are. I went to the best schools, better than you. That’s why you’re going to fail. We’re smarter than you. You can’t help it.”
    His shoes scuffed, and I shot at the sound, rolling as his gun popped again. Little bits of concrete peppered me, and I clenched my teeth, not wanting to set a circle and light the tunnel again. Jenks was still down and vulnerable. Where the hell was everyone? Weren’t they looking for Eloy? Fingers moving, I reached to turn the radio back on to call for help. There was nothing. It was dead, and I thought of the two men running the radio. Had they been beaters or receivers? Had they left Glenn now that Eloy was on the run, planning on acquiring him themselves? They weren’t HAPA, were they? Damn it back to the Turn, it would explain a lot.
    “We are everywhere, at every level,” Eloy gloated, cementing the idea in my head.
    “You know what they say. Book smart, street stupid,” I said, one hand letting go of the gun, my fingers reaching inside my boot for the charm to paralyze someone. “How’s your elven?”
    “Jenks! Light him up!” I yelled, then put the butt of the pin between my teeth.
    It was a huge risk, but Jenks dusted, and in the faint glow, I found Eloy’s eyes. “Look at me, you bastard!” I said between my clenched teeth—then yanked the amulet to pull the pin.
    I was still connected to the line, and I sucked in my breath as something alien reached through me, pulling the line like a wind-whipped ribbon over my synapses with the sound of wicked, chiming laughter. It coated me in fear, and I fixed on Eloy’s eyes, hoping, praying, that Trent had done this right and I hadn’t just given Jenks’s location away.
    Eloy blinked, his expression going slack. And then he slowly collapsed, falling facedown on the cold cement.
    It worked! Adrenaline washed through me, and I waited, hardly breathing, my gun pointed at him, afraid to look away to see how Jenks was. Hot damn, it had worked, and he was down!
    I took a tense step forward, intentionally scuffing my shoes. Eloy didn’t move, slumped on the floor with his arm twisted at an awkward angle half under him. “Jenks?”
    “I’m okay! He’s down,” he said in disgust, and I flicked my gaze to him then back to Eloy. “His aura went passive. God-blessed mother moss wipe of a pixy. Flew right into it. It’s not