Tricked

service he’s done you .
    Oh, I’m well aware. But Coyote and I arranged it all beforehand .
    No. I mean there will be something else , she said.
    I doubt it. I was very careful in our negotiation to specify the limitations of my service .
    That may be so, Siodhachan. All I am saying is that tricksters have a way of working around deals. Be on your guard .
    I will. Thank you for playing your part .
    Through my binoculars, I saw the Morrigan give a half shrug in the rain. It was amusing. More amusing still will be bringing the news to Brighid .
    She may be delighted to hear of my death , I pointed out. She was less than pleased when I refused to become her consort .
    A rich, throaty laugh bubbled out of the Morrigan. Yes. I remember .
    What will you do with Fragarach? I asked.
    I will return it to Manannan Mac Lir. He will be surprised, I think, and then he will spend a year reminiscing about the elder days when we forged such things .
    Any chance I could get it back after that?
    None , the Morrigan said, her tone firm. Even the tiny brains of the thunder gods would figure that one out . No, you must give it up to secure your safety. And you still have the other .
    Yes, that’s true , I said. Moralltach, the Great Fury, couldn’t cut through armor and shields, but it killed with a single blow. I had watched it work its magic on Thor. Still, it wasn’t as sweet as Fragarach. I would miss that sword, but the Morrigan was right. Giving it up was the only way to convince people I was truly gone.
    Something in the Morrigan’s posture changed, and I was suddenly grateful that I was still up on the water tower and she was far enough away that I needed binoculars to see her well.
    Come here, Siodhachan . Her voice in my head changed its tenor, turning all husky and chocolate, like a late-night DJ’s.
    Um … why?
    I have just killed a god. I want to celebrate with sex in the mud and the blood and the rain .
    That’s when it clicked in my head: What had changed was that when we had shagged a couple of months ago—at length, and at her insistence—she had performed some bindings in a proto-Celtic language that had healed my demon-chewed ear. She could have easily bound her mind to mine at the same time—and clearly, the evidence proved she had. I was less than anxious to give her another opportunity to perform such shenanigans. Wow. That’s tempting , I said, but I need to go meet Coyote when he re-spawns .
    Oh. So soon? Are you sure? Her left hand drifted over her body, drawing my attention to it. The Morrigan can beat a succubus when she wants to, in terms of stimulating desire in men. I knew this because my iron amulet protected me completely from succubi but only blunted whatever Horndog Lust Ray she was pointing at me now. Without the amulet, I’d already be her willing slave. As it was, I barely held on to my mental faculties; physically I was extremely attracted, much to my embarrassment and discomfort. Some people might like them, but I, for one, am no fan of boners in the rain.
    I am sorry , I lied, but I am bound. You could always make a gift of yourself to one of the mortals here .
    They never last long , the Morrigan said morosely.
    So have ten or more. Twenty if you want. You can suck ’em dry like those little juice pouches and toss ’em away , I said, then winced at the imagery. I felt a brief stab of guilt, but I rationalized it by reminding myself that I’d be the juice pouch if I didn’t distract her.
    Mmmm. Twenty men in the mud. Sounds delicious . Her lust stopped focusing on me and began to broadcast like the call of a siren. I sighed in relief.
    You’re welcome. See you later , I said, then muttered an inadequate apology to the men who’d be arriving shortly to please the Morrigan. They’d not walk away unscathed, and some of them would probably get drawn into the investigation of what happened out there to Atticus O’Sullivan. Since this was murder on federal land, the FBI would be getting involved. There would be lots of tracks and evidence to pursue in all that mud, especially after the Morrigan had her fun with all the men she lured into the rain, and it would look like the mob or a cult had decided to execute me. That thought was actually kind of fabulous.
    Leaving the binoculars behind, I bound my shape to an owl and flew south to my hotel. It’s not pleasant flying in rain like that, but I had to get out of there. Once safely in my room, I greeted my wolfhound, Oberon, who’d