Kate Daniels 06 - Gunmetal Magic

Jackals looking for their research on Anubis’s weaknesses. They took it very seriously. Half of the Clan was digging up information. They said that in ancient Egypt, when Anubis was still human, silver was virtually unknown. The Egyptians started getting it later, through imports, and even then it was highly prized. There was no reason he would know how silver affected shapeshifters from personal experience. Roman said that he would likely retreat to the old Anapa body if he was threatened. Clan Jackal trailed us. His ego was so colossal, he didn’t view them as a threat.”
    “He didn’t even notice them,” I told him.
    “The hardest part was talking Doolittle into that emergency open-heart surgery. He really didn’t want to do it. We argued for hours. He thought you wouldn’t survive.” Raphael swallowed. He looked sick.
    “What’s the matter with you? Is it the poison?”
    “I just realized you died on me twice.” Raphael rolled to his feet and staggered off.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I need a minute.”
    He stumbled into the bushes and I heard him vomit.
    A shadow came over me. Roman sat on a log next to me. He was carrying something long and wrapped in plastic.
    “Nice guy,” Roman said. “An asshole, but he loves you.”
    “I love him, too.” I petted his hand. “Thank you for everything. I had fun.”
    “I had fun, too.” He grinned. “Look what I got.” He pulled the plastic back. The Bone Staff.
    “You got it?”
    He nodded. “Spent an hour digging through that clay. Worth every minute.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you around. You call if you need anything, yes?”
    “Yes,” I agreed. “You call me, too. I owe you some help. As long as I don’t have to sacrifice any babies, I’ll be there.”
    “I’ll count on it.”
    He walked off and Raphael took his place, rinsing his mouth with water from a canteen. Around us, the shapeshifters were herding the snake people into a group. I was covered in mud, blood, and swampy muck. Raphael looked even worse,his hair smeared with gore. I really wanted to go back home, take a shower, and sleep for a year.
    “Help me off the log?” I asked him.
    “No. We’re going to get you a nice stretcher and carry you down to the boats.”
    “I’m okay to walk. My chest hurts a little, but I can make it.”
    “You are certifiable,” he told me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag.
    “What’s this?”
    “I swore that if we made it through today, I would do this.” Raphael pulled a small plastic box out of the bag and got down on his knees in the mud.
    This was crazy.
    He opened the box. A white engagement ring with a band shaped like a beast’s paw lay on a small velvet pillow, with a beautiful sapphire clasped in its tiny white claws.
    “I’m fucked up,” he said. “I have many faults. But I promise if you marry me, I will love you and take care of you for the rest of our lives.”
    I stared at him.
    “If you put up with me, I will put up with whatever you can throw my way,” he said. “Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.”
    I knew I had to say something.
    “If you kill her with this after everything I’ve done,” Doolittle said behind me. “You will never leave this swamp.”
    Raphael searched my face, anxious. “Andi?”
    “Yes,” I told him. “In sickness and in health, poor, rich, I don’t care.”
    He was still looking at me, as if he hadn’t heard.
    “Yes, Raphael.” I laughed or cried, I wasn’t sure. “Yes.”
    “Put the ring on her, you fool,” Doolittle said.
    Raphael slipped the ring on my finger and I hugged him.
    “I’d kiss you,” Raphael said. “But I need to brush my teeth and I’m covered in blood.”
    “I don’t care,” I told him. “Kiss me anyway.”

EPILOGUE

    My Pack admittance ceremony was held on Tuesday in the Pack’s main gathering place, a large room deep below the Keep, where the terraced ground sloped in “steps” toward the stage with the metal fire pit. I’d heard Kate describe it before, but I had never seen it. I thought about dressing up, but it seemed kind of pointless. Whichever outfit I wore, I would still be me and that’s what really counted.
    A few minutes before ten p.m., Martina knocked on the door to the small room where I was asked to wait. “It’s time.”
    I followed her down the stairs, lower and lower. I had no idea the Keep went that deep