Inked

not caring, staring around wildly. I didn’t see anyone and went into a crouch, expecting another attack. But it didn’t come, and slowly the truth dawned. The wards made from the wolves Grayshadow butchered had been thorough in their revenge. The only thing they’d left of him was a spreading pattern of blood on the ice.
    Okay , I thought dizzily. Now we’re even .

13
    “GET it off!”
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Caleb told me, trying to look sympathetic. He failed miserably.
    “Then get me someone who damn well can!”
    “I don’t know why you’re upset,” he said, flicking a finger at the tiny beast currently roasting my elbow. “That’s an expensive ward you’ve acquired.”
    “I haven’t acquired it! I don’t even know why it’s working again! It cut out on me last night, just when I needed the damn thing, and now—”
    “It’s a talisman, Lia. It expended most of its store of magic energy and needed to recharge.”
    “That doesn’t explain why it won’t leave !”
    “It appears that stunning it caused it to reset. It now believes you to be its owner. That’s probably why it fought for you as long as its power lasted.”
    “If it thinks I’m its master, why won’t it turn loose when I tell it to?”
    He shrugged. “How would I know? It’s your ward.”
    The door flew open and Hargrove bustled in with his usual air of having ten other places he needed to be. I really wished he’d find one of them. I so didn’t feel up to this today.
    Caleb, the coward, slipped out behind the boss’s back as he picked up my chart. He let the silence drag out while he stared at it. “The good news is that the docs say the battle used up my excess magic,” I told him, not able to take the suspense. “So, uh, no more flying staffs. Or anything.”
    “Sanjay is running a pool in the pharmacy,” Hargrove said after a moment. “They’re taking bets on which bones you’ll break in a given week.”
    “Really? What’s the pot?” He looked up, eyes narrowing. I should have remembered; the guy had no sense of humor. “Look, I know I disobeyed your orders,” I began, fully prepared to grovel. But I didn’t get the chance.
    “Which orders would those be?”
    “The ones about not leaving the base?”
    “That was between you and the doctor. The only command I gave was for you to report if any of this had to do with the Corps. Did it?”
    “Uh, no.”
    “That is what Sebastian Arnou said, when he called on me this morning. As I informed him, Were politics are of little concern to me. I have enough trouble keeping up with our own.”
    I blinked. “Um. Sir? It almost sounds like maybe I’m not being fired?”
    Hargrove rubbed his eyes. “I knew your father when he was in the service,” he said abruptly. “He was impetuous, headstrong and occasionally reckless. He was also the best commanding officer I ever had. It would be well for the Corps if you managed to survive long enough to emulate him.”
    “Yes, sir.” I tried really hard to keep the silly grin trying to break out over my face under control. I couldn’t believe I was getting off this easy.
    “Oh, and by the way,” Hargrove paused halfway out the door. “Mage Beckett has requested to be reassigned to combat duty.”
    I frowned. “Why would he do that? He was one of our best instructors.”
    “He said he needed the rest.” Hargrove smiled, and it was vicious. “You’ll be taking over his trainees as soon as you recover.”
    Cyrus limped in a few moments later, while I was still reeling from the shock. He’d brought flowers, which I took as a good sign. He usually forgets stuff like that, although oil changes on my Harley are done like clockwork.
    “So I guess I’m forgiven?” I asked, as he leaned over for a kiss.
    “It will be at least a week until that happens. This is merely an injury-related time-out in my being pissed off at you.” He settled himself gingerly in a chair, his own injured leg stretched out in front of him.
    “Come to think of it,” I told him, “I don’t know what I have to apologize for.”
    “How about knocking me unconscious? Again?”
    “I didn’t have a lot of time for a discussion.”
    “And to think I used to dislike arguing with my girlfriends. Of course, that was before I encountered your method of ending a conversation.”
    I sighed. “Fine. No more numb sticks.” Caleb had taken mine anyway.
    “And as long as we’re on the subject, what about taking on Grayshadow