On the Prowl

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    It was high noon, chosen because the trolls and vamps would be asleep. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be security, of course, but after several years on the payroll, I knew Gerald’s as well as anyone. Which probably explained why my palms were sweating.
    “He uses booby traps in daytime,” I told the rest of the team. “Bad ones.”
    Heidar translated for Tanet, who nodded before transforming into his alter ego and bounding over the chain-link fence. A few flaps of his powerful wings took him up to the second story, and a heave and a wiggle forced his considerable bulk through a window. Unfortunately, he didn’t bother to open it first.
    So much for the element of surprise.
    “What’s he doing?” I asked.
    Heidar gave me a sardonic look while breaking open the lock on the front gate. “Why do you think your father sent him with us?”
    I preceded him through the fence and up a cracked concrete sidewalk. “To help?”
    “He wants the rune, Claire. I saw it on his face when you were telling him about how we met. Your brother is here to get it for him.”
    I sighed. It didn’t surprise me. The week I’d spent with my new relatives had been both very strange and eerily familiar. Strange because the family seemed genuinely happy to have me around, a sensation I’d never had growing up. Familiar because, despite the otherworldly surroundings, the plotting and scheming had been exactly the same as I’d heard every day as a child. This time it was Fey politics instead of human, but it gave me an identical queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Politics had led Father to try to sell me to the Fey, made the family declare me a murderer, and caused the Svarestri to try to kill me on sight. I hated politics.
    “What would happen if the Dark Fey got the rune?” I asked, after Heidar kicked in the front door. The sound of splintering wood made me wince, but it made no sense to try to sneak around when we could hear the crashes a 1,200-pound dragon made as it tore through the place.
    “I don’t know. The Dark King would persuade your father to give it up sooner or later, in exchange for more lands, a higher title….” He shrugged. “Whatever it took. What he would do with it afterward…I don’t know,” he repeated. He didn’t look happy about the prospect.
    Unlike Tanet, we headed directly to the lower levels, but all we encountered on the way down was peeling paint and dusty stairs. I didn’t see any vamps, but that didn’t mean much. If any were powerful enough to be awake, they’d be waiting for us below, well out of the sun.
    At the bottom, the light switch didn’t work, which meant that the loading area would have been completely dark except that Heidar was glowing like some otherworldly lantern. I’d asked him why he glowed in the human world and not in the Fey, but the answer was really long and complicated, and I’d fallen asleep in the middle of it. So it remained a mystery. But for once, I was grateful for it.
    We made our way across the room easily, unimpeded by the usual jumble of pallets, boxes, and packing material that tended to be strewn around. I finally managed to find the button to operate the loading door, but as with the light switch, it didn’t work. Heidar manually forced the thing up its tracks, letting in enough sunlight to illuminate the whole room. Not that there was much to see.
    I’d never seen the place so clean. The only signs that anyone had ever run a business here were a stenciled logo on the wall for a 1950s-era beer company and a broken pallet. It looked like Gerald’s was out of business.
    Heidar walked over to where the podium had rested when not in use and managed to pull down the platform. There was nothing on top. The bolts that had once held the giant dragon’s head sat empty and, like everything else around us, were covered in dust.
    Heidar looked around, his face getting unhappier by the minute. “I don’t like this, Claire. It feels too much like a—”
    “Trap?”
    Heidar spun around at the voice, but I just stiffened. I didn’t need to look to know who’d spoken. Heidar tensed, remembering Seb’s face from the last time we’d all been here together, but I knew there was nothing he could do. The posse was already fanning out around the room, half of them mages, half well-armed humans.
    “I can’t drain them all,” I told him as Seb walked over. The mages would have trouble getting magic to work with me in the room, but