Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

covered the table’s surface. The scratches looked suspiciously like letters.
    I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above.
    MINE.
    Oh, that’s great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.
    I shoved the table. Who did he think he was, breaking into my apartment and vandalizing my furniture? I had never done that to him. I had never ruined any of his things.
    I went to shower and scrubbed myself clean.
    I mean, what the hell was I even supposed to do with this MINE thing? One moment he was shoving another woman under my nose, the next he’d decided we were back on and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t getting with the program. An old song surfaced in my memories.
Love is all you need.
Maybe, but in real life love was rarely all you got. Raphael and I also had pride, and guilt, and anger, jealousy and hurt feelings, and all of it was mixed into this giant Gordian knot. Untangling it seemed impossible.
    Smelly, ugly, stupid bouda moron. I should’ve emptied a jar of fleas in his car. It would’ve been good for a laugh. It wouldn’t solve anything, but it would make me feel better.
    I put on my clothes, sat down at the kitchen table, tried my carrot cake—it was delicious—and looked at MINE some more. This was so unlike Raphael. The echoes of his roar floated up from my memory. Raphael was subtle. He seduced and enticed, and he was really good at it. So good that I had fallen for him even though I had sworn that hell would freeze over before I let a bouda touch me. This was very much unlike him. Was he really that desperate to get me back?
    I wished I had been born in a different time. Somewhere in the past, before the magic, before the shapeshifters, when I could have just been a cop and done my job. When Raphael would have been a regular guy and I would have been a regular girl, and none of the complicated shapeshifter things would have gotten in the way. Or better yet, I wished the magic had never come. But that would mean that I wouldn’t have experienced the magic forest. I would be slower, blinder, deafer. Weaker. No, the magic was here to stay and so was the other me. I had suppressed her for so long, and now she had taken the wheel and was giggling maniacally as she drove me off the cliff.

    When I got to the office, Ascanio opened the door with an expression of profound alarm on his face. “Take me with you. Please. I’ll do anything.”
    I stepped inside the office and saw the source of his panic. It sat behind Kate’s desk. It had blond hair two shades lighter than mine, wore a blue T-shirt and a black skirt with layered ruffles, and looked to an outside observer like a cute teenage girl. And she was—at fourteen years old, Julie was cute and very much conscious of her position as Curran and Kate’s adopted child. Most of the time she was a perfect Pack princess, polite and poised—except when Derek, Kate’s sidekick, or Ascanio were in the room. Derek got frosty replies studded with spikes and if Ascanio was present, she turned into a foul-mouthed sarcastic devil.
    It was hard to be a teenage girl. I had been one and I didn’t care to repeat the experience.
    “Take me with you,” Ascanio begged.
    “He can’t go. He failed the test on the ‘Epic of Gilgamesh,’” Julie said, her voice iced over. “Kate told him to sit here and study it.”
    Ascanio turned to her and said a single derision-soaked word. “Snitch.”
    “Crybaby,” Julie said.
    “Harpy,” Ascanio said.
    Julie gave him a look of concentrated scorn. “Pussy.”
    Ascanio glared at her.
    Julie crossed her arms.
    “Where did Kate go?” I asked.
    “To the Mercenary Guild,” Julie said.
    Probably still trying to settle the dispute over who was going to be running the Guild. They had a bit of a power vacuum and Kate, as one of the veteran mercs, had seniority.
    “Did you pick up that check from the mechanic?” I asked. “For that woman’s vehicle?”
    “It’s on your desk.” Ascanio turned to Julie and mouthed, “Bitch.”
    Just couldn’t let it alone, could he?
    “Is it me or does it smell in here?” Julie waved her hand in front of her nose.
    Oh no, she didn’t. Accusing a shapeshifter of reeking was the ultimate insult.
    “You’re so dirty, Ascanio.” Julie grimaced. “Be careful, you might get fleas if you keep going this way.”
    Ascanio bared his teeth at her. “Be careful you don’t get lice. They’ll shave you bald.”
    Julie rolled