The blood sat inert in the small plastic dish. I hadn't slept much the night before, and I had spent all morning trying to get a sample of shapeshifter blood to respond to my magic. 'YOUR BLOOD AND ERRA'S BLOOD ARE BASICALLY the same,' Doolittle told me. 'You're still going through with the Julie thing?'

At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep.' Kind of cute when sleeping, all claws and teeth when awake.' 'It's not.' I leaned into him and he put his arm around me. She had Jennifer's lean, long body and pale hair. 'And if I am very lucky, I won't have to kill her.' 'I don't even have a body to bury,' she said. We sat for a long time, looking out at the base swarming with cops.

Ha! 'Remember how I asked you to get the information from that navigator who fainted and you blew me off? Go screw yourself.'Ī lone figure sat away from the bonfires, hugging her knees. 'Rowena came to visit you this morning,' Ghastek said. Hard to celebrate when visions of your kid in a hospital bed keep floating through your head. 'Nothing like a great tragedy to make you appreciate life,' I told him. Here we are celebrating, when all we've done is return things to normal.' 'Three days ago I bet none of these people would have found a cause to throw a party. Ghastek came walking toward me, carrying a plate. Smiling faces, lots of food, the hum of excited conversation. The MSDU lost forty people the rest had been herded into an underground bunker-the Keepers didn't want to waste the ammunition. The Keepers had brought as many of their members as they could muster.

The law enforcement agencies were none too happy with our impromptu cookout, but given that we had just cracked their best fortress like a walnut, they didn't make any waves. We all knew that the next morning the alliance would fracture and old rivalries would rear their heads, but for one evening, we celebrated and watched the cops and the MSDU from neighboring cities try to sort out the wreckage. Mages, the People, witches, and shapeshifters reveled in the simple glory of being alive. Food appeared as if out of thin air, bonfires flared here and there, and a couple of Calydonian boars had been carved into chunks for a barbecue. THE MAGIC ELITE OF Atlanta celebrated, right outside the fallen MSDU headquarters.

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