Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

scrape to be admitted into the clan, so I can be one of her girls and run her errands. That won’t be happening. And I think it’s cowardly of her to send you in for this talk. Enforcers didn’t work, neither will you, so I wonder what her next move is going to be. How many will she send?”
    “She didn’t send me,” Martina said. “My son did.”
    “Oh.”
    “Do you know what I do for the clan?” she asked.
    “No.”
    “I’m a licensed therapist,” she said. “I specialize in the areas of family therapy, anger and stress management, adolescent adjustment, and loss and grief counseling. I’m one of ten Pack counselors.”
    “I’m not in the Pack,” I told her.
    “I know.” She smiled. “This is a freebie.”
    “I don’t need therapy.” It sounded hypocritical the momentit left my mouth. “Okay, so maybe I do, but I don’t…I don’t know.”
    “This doesn’t have to be a therapy session,” she said. “This could be just the two of us talking. We could talk about Deb and Carrie and their conduct in your parking lot.”
    I stared at her. “How much did Ascanio tell you?”
    “He didn’t say anything about your past,” she said. “Except that you have had a hard time, and there was abuse and it was bouda-related. He did want me to go to Aunt B and explain to her that boudas couldn’t keep trespassing in your territory, because they would push you too far. In his words, ‘They’re trying to punk her in her own place.’ He’s worried you’ll kill someone.”
    “He’s right,” I told her.
    Martina took out a small recorder. “I made this for you.”
    She pressed the button. Aunt B’s voice sounded from the tiny speaker.
    “…I said to go over there and find out what they talked about. I said to be slick about it. Did I say to rough anybody up?”
    “No, ma’am,” Carrie said quietly.
    “So why would you take it upon yourselves to improvise?”
    “We thought…” Deb started and fell silent.
    “I wouldn’t do so much of that, if I were you, dear. When you think, you end up with broken bones. Besides, it makes me so happy when you let me do your thinking for you. You do want to make me happy, don’t you?”
    “Yes ma’am,” two female voices chorused.
    “I’ll explain things to you now, because I don’t want you to feel left out. You thought that because Andrea is beastkin, you could easily dominate her. Andrea is a survivor. Never underestimate that. She learned to kill, she trained for it, and she’s had practice. You fight for fun and dominance. She fights every battle as if it’s for her life. If you attack her, she will pull you apart like a badly sewn dress. Andrea also understands how the forces that uphold human law work. And we all know how important that is, don’t we?”
    Another chorus. “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Do you understand now why she would be an asset to the clan?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    I was an asset. That was news to me.
    “I don’t care if she is beastkin, elephant, or platypus, we need her. She’s like a pine. She won’t bend, she will only break. I’ve spent months trying to convince her that joining us was in her best interests and the two of you decided to throw a wrench into my plans.”
    “I’m so sorry,” Carrie said.
    “Me, too,” Deb echoed.
    “Go away and do try to stay away from me for a day or two, yes?”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    The door closed. A terrible screech followed, the sound of metal being tortured.
    “It was a very nice bookend,” Martina’s voice said.
    “Well, now it’s a very nice piece of junk,” Aunt B said.
    I glanced at Martina. “Was that an owl?” It was one of a gorgeous pair of bookends, metal and finished in pale bronze, with large amber Swarovski crystals for the eyes. Aunt B used them on her desk to keep the files from falling out of the file holder.
    Martina stopped the recording and nodded. “She squeezed one in her hand. If you crushed a jelly doughnut in your fist, and the filling spilled out? That’s what it looked like.” She pushed the button.
    “Did Ascanio say what Andrea and Raphael spoke about?” Aunt B asked.
    “No. He did bring Rebecca there.”
    The recorder fell silent.
    Aunt B sighed. “Why is it that we sacrifice and work so hard to keep our children from making our mistakes, and they insist on ignoring everything we say?”
    “Probably because they are our children and at their age we ignored our parents also.”
    Aunt B sighed again. “Are you going to see