Kate Daniels 05.5 - Magic Gifts

"We have a child to save."

Chapter Ten
     
    I knew that something was wrong by the look on the face of the werewolf who had opened the door to the Pack's safe house. The Pack owned several properties in the city, and after we were done clapping and cheering at the sight of Ghastek's complete an utter failure, Curran and I had made a beeline for the nearest one to wash the undead nastiness off. The magic had fallen and the technology once again reasserted its grip on the world, and Curran was eager to trade the cart for a Pack Jeep.
    A male werewolf had opened the door and his eyes had that particular look to them that meant some catastrophe had happened.
    "What is it?" Curran growled.
    The werewolf licked his lips.
    "Out with it," Curran said.
    "Andrea Nash has been seen in the city, interviewing business owners."
    "She is frequently in the city," I said. "And interviewing is her job. She is investigating some murders for the Pack." Which I would look into as soon as we got Roderick out of that damned necklace.
    The werewolf took a small step back. "She's doing it in her beastkin shape."
    "Come again?"
    "She's walking around in her beastkin shape. And some clothes."
    All unaffiliated shapeshifters within the Pack's borders were required to present themselves to the Pack within three days. Until now, the Pack was able to successfully ignore the fact that Andrea was a shapeshifter, mostly because Curran made a very public point of ignoring it and nobody cared to bring it up.
    Well, he couldn't ignore it any longer. Andrea pretty much made sure of that.
    It made no sense. Andrea almost never used her beastkin shape. In fact, she pretended to be human most of the time. Going out in her fur and claws for her would be equivalent to me taking off my clothes and parading through the city naked.
    Something had happened. Something really bad.
    I looked at Curran. "I guess we better go back to the office."

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    I walked through the office doors carrying a vampire's head smeared in green sunblock. I had picked it up after the draugr had punted it out of the ward zone. It was beginning to smell and needed to be buried in ice ASAP.
    Andrea sat at her desk. She was wearing her beastkin shape, a perfect meld of human and hyena. It was the shape that could get her killed. Andrea's father was a hyenawere, an animal who turned into a human. That made her beastkin and many older shapeshifters would want to murder her on sight.
    Want would be the operative ward. Andrea could take care of herself, I would help her, and Curran has made it plain that this was a prejudice he would not tolerate. He was waiting outside now in a parking lot a block away. I had asked him to give us a few minutes.
    Andrea's feet were on the table. Her T-shirt was torn, her pants were in tatters, and a mess of blood and tissue stained both. She wiggled her clawed toes at me.
    "Hey."
    "Hey!" Andrea raised her hand. There was a bottle in it. She was drinking.
    I went into the kitchen, got a ceramic dish from under the sink, and deposited my vampire head. Then I came back, shrugged out of my sword sheath, and sat in the chair.
    "What are you drinking?"
    "Georgia Peach Iced Tea. Want some?" Andrea shook the bottle at me.
    "Sure." I sipped it. FIRE. "What the hell is in this?"
    "Vodka, gin, rum, sweet and sour, and peach schnapps. Lots of peach schnapps."
    I've never seen her drink before. "Do you actually get a buzz from this?"
    "Sort of. It lasts for about thirty seconds or so and then I need another gulp."
    I tried to think. Derek was back at the Keep, but I was pretty sure Ascanio should have reported to the office this morning. "Where is the bane of my existence?"
    "In the shower, freshening up."
    Damn it all to hell. "Oh God, who did Ascanio screw now?"
    "No, no, he's covered in blood."
    "Oh good." Wait a minute. "The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us."
    "Tell me about." Andrea eyed me. "Not going to mention my beastkin appearance?"
    "I like it. The torn pants and gore-stained T-shirt is a nice touch."
    She pointed her foot at me. "I was thinking of painting my claws a nice shade of pink."
    Those claws were three inches long. "That would take a lot of nail polish. What about some golden hoops in the ears instead?"
    Andrea grinned, baring a row of sharp fangs. "It's a definite possibility."
    Okay, you know what, screw this. "What happened?"
    "I saw Raphael this morning. I'd called him last night, because