On the Prowl

then, they didn’t really need it. The guns most of them were holding would work just fine.
    “I know.”
    Seb stopped in front of us, a cautious few yards away. His suit was a light, summer-weight khaki that did nothing for his sallow complexion. It looked hot, or maybe he was more nervous than he was letting on.
    I realized that I hadn’t heard anything from upstairs in a while, and wondered where Tanet was. If he’d encountered Seb’s people, we would certainly have heard the commotion. At least I hoped so. I eyed the mages, but since I didn’t know more than a couple of them, I had no way to tell if their power had recently taken a drain. Like enough to kill a young dragon.
    Seb’s eyes were on Heidar with a speculative gleam. “Claire always did attract unusual friends.” He glanced at me. “That roommate of yours came to see me shortly after you disappeared. She seemed to think I might be involved.” He smiled. “Of course, I was able to claim quite honestly that I’d had nothing to do with it!”
    “Not for lack of trying.”
    He shrugged. “You gave me little choice. Had you gone to Faerie years ago as planned, we would never have quarreled.” He looked back at Heidar. “She can be stubborn.”
    I was about to demand if Seb thought “quarrel” really covered our relationship, when Heidar spoke. “I’ve noticed.” I turned to look at him, but he didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were on Seb, and he was smiling. “Do you have it?”
    Sebastian nodded. “I thought one of you would be by eventually.” He pulled a hand out of his pocket, something clutched in his fist. “I had this place warded, so I’d know when you showed up.”
    “Matthew told you I tried to persuade him to sell it ahead of the auction.”
    “And that he refused. A good businessman always holds out for the best price.”
    Heidar smiled gently. “And what is your price?”
    “What do you think?” Seb shot a glance in my direction and opened his hand. My vision seemed to narrow to the point where all I could see was the small gray rune stone sitting in his sweaty palm. All I could hear was Heidar’s voice, telling me how important it was, how whoever had it could make a bid to rule all Faerie. Politics, I thought numbly. Had that been what all this was about? Getting me to trust him enough to come back here with him, so he could make his deal?
    “Let me see if I understand,” Heidar was saying. “I give you Claire, and I walk out of here with the rune—just like that?”
    “I’ve no wish to make an enemy of the Fey,” Seb told him, probably truthfully. “The family would like to do more business in Faerie, not less. This could be the start of a lucrative arrangement between us.” He glanced at me again. “I could demand more for the stone, but I’d prefer to make a goodwill gesture. Give me Claire, and we’ll part friends.”
    Heidar looked upward suddenly, for no reason I could see. “You know,” he said slowly, “I really don’t think we will.”
    I’m still not entirely sure the order of what happened next. At almost the same time, Tanet dropped out of the sky into the middle of the circle of mages, Heidar stabbed Seb in the neck and the rune went flying. It hit the deck near Tanet’s huge front paw, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy eating one mage, while using another as a club with which to beat several more. The humans started firing at him, but the bullets had no more effect on dragon scales than the Fey arrows had done. I didn’t wait for them to remember about me, but flung myself at the stone. I got my fingertips on it, but with too much force, flipping it across the concrete.
    It landed almost on top of a mage’s foot. He had been working with several others to try to get a net spell going, but at sight of the stone he stopped chanting and grabbed it, a look of disbelief spreading over his features. It looked like Seb hadn’t bothered to tell anyone what he was planning to give away.
    I reached for the man’s magic and pulled with everything I had. I forgot that we weren’t in Faerie anymore, forgot that that much force wasn’t necessary against a human. He screamed and dropped to his knees, then collapsed and rolled down the loading ramp, the rune still clutched in his fist. I started for him, but hadn’t made even a single step when a wave of magic slammed into me like a tidal wave, a raging torrent of it that threatened to bury me under its sheer volume.
    I went