Kate Daniels 06 - Gunmetal Magic

back, and Dagfinn was one of them.
    The world blinked. The magic vanished, snuffed out like a candle by a draft. A mixed blessing: as long as the magic was down, the necklace wouldn’t constrict Roderick’s neck any further, but we couldn’t see Håkon without it.
    Voron, my adoptive father, had always warned me that friends would make me soft. When you cared about people, you forged a bond, and that bond made you predictable. Friends weren’t for me. Greg, my now-dead guardian, took that a step further and added lovers to that ban. When you loved someone, your enemies would use it against you.
    Neither of them had predicted that being in love and being loved in return made you value your life much higher. I liked my life. I had a lot to lose now.
    Curran emerged from the door, pulled the bag off his hand,and tossed it into the garbage can we kept up here for the times we ate outside. He walked in complete silence, like a tiger stalking through the forest, quiet and confident. I liked to watch him, provided he didn’t know about it. His ego was threatening the ozone layer as it was.
    Curran sat next to me and put his left arm around my shoulders and kissed me. There was a slightly possessive edge to the kiss.
    “Through the Guild and no.”
    “Hmm?” he asked.
    “You were about to ask how I know Dagfinn and if we were ever more than friends. We never were friends, actually. I got suckered by the Guild into bringing him in twice. He was wanted for unpaid fines and destruction of property.”
    Curran grimaced. “No, it never crossed my mind that you’d be with Dagfinn. He’s an undisciplined idiot. Give me some credit. I know you better than that.”
    I shrugged and leaned closer against him. “This is fucked up.”
    “Yes, it is. Can you think of any other way to find Ivar?”
    “No. Maybe Doolittle can try removing the collar during tech?”
    Curran shook his head. “I asked. He says it will kill the boy. He says we have thirty-six to forty-eight hours, depending on how long the magic lasts. There is a good chance the next magic wave will be the boy’s last.”
    Two days before Roderick with his owlish eyes died, choked to death.
    “Do you remember a few years ago a detachment of PAD disappeared? Eleven cops, armed to the teeth? It was in the papers?”
    “Yes.”
    “That was Håkon.”
    “Is that his name?”
    I nodded. “I didn’t say it in front of Dagfinn so he wouldn’t freak out. Whoever we take will die. If we don’t take anybody, the boy will die.”
    “We explain it and ask for volunteers.” Curran drew me closer. “Those are the choices we make.”
    “I’m tired of those lousy choices.” If you put all the people I’d killed together, their blood would make a lake. I was wading through it and I had no desire to make it any deeper.
    We sat next to each other, touching.
    If Curran asked for volunteers, the Pack would cough some up. I would have to look at their faces, I would witness their deaths, and then I would have to tell their families about it, assuming I survived. Assuming Curran survived.
    The thought pissed me off. We’d do it. There was a child on the other end of that equation, so yes, we would grit our teeth and do it. But it made me so mad. I could’ve strangled Aurellia if I got my hands on her. She knew what the collar did, and she had deliberately chosen between her husband and her son.
    “Can Håkon be killed?” Curran asked.
    “No. The Cherokees have tried for years. All they can do is contain him on that hill. If he’s destroyed, he just reassembles himself.” I growled. “I don’t want to do this.”
    “I know,” he said.
    “Do you think less of me?”
    “No.” Curran stroked my back. “Like I said, these are the choices we make, and sometimes every choice is bad, and then you sit by yourself and remember all the horrible shit you had to do and have done, and you deal with it. It will eat you alive if you let it.”
    I straightened and touched his cheek. “Well, you don’t have to sit by yourself anymore. We’ll sit together.”
    He caught my hand and kissed it. His eyes turned dark. His fingers curved into a fist. He looked predatory. “I wish I could rewind back to that second and crush her skull before she put the necklace on the kid.”
    “I know. I wish there was a way to get to her.”
    He looked at me. “I thought about it. If we approached Forney’s house at night…”
    “Curran, we can’t break into the house of the DA. The