Flirt

The power hit Ellen’s circle and shattered it. I could suddenly feel Jean-Claude and knew that he was closer than two hours away. Every co

But it was Jacob who was yelling, “You stupid bitch. You didn’t just shield her from her people; you cut me off from ours. They were captured hours ago.” He hit Ellen hard enough that her body spun and lay still on the ground. He screamed his rage to the stars.

Ilsa Be

Jacob called out to Be

“I do, she’s perfect.”

“Then transfer the rest of the funds.”

“I will once my wife is safely home.”

“Three of my men are captured. One of my men is dead; the other is lost to me, and I just hit Ellen harder than I’ve ever hit a woman before. Make the damn call now.” There was an edge of a growl in his voice.

Be

Jacob used his own phone to check on that. He nodded. “It’s in the account. Take your wife home.”

They started walking out between the silent watching dead. He was talking to her. “It’s all right, Ilsa. Don’t be afraid.”

“You have your money,” I said.

“Yes,” Jacob said.

“She will rot, Jacob. Even with this much power she won’t hold together. She can’t, because she’s a zombie and no matter how good she looks now, it won’t last.”

“You’re sure of that?”

“Absolutely, and how do you think a man like Tony Be

“He’ll go to the cops,” Nicky said.

“Or he’ll hire someone else expensive to hunt you down, and he’ll kill my flirty boys if he can’t have his flirty girl.”

“What are you asking me?”

“I’m asking you not to interfere, that’s it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Something symmetrical.”

“Symmetrical,” he said, and then I watched as understanding crossed his face in the moonlight.

“Very,” I said.

He looked past the waiting dead to Be

“Stand near me, both of you. Zombies aren’t particularly smart.”

Nicky moved close to me, and I offered him my hand. Jacob picked up Ellen’s unconscious body and joined us. I spoke to the dead. “Kill him.”

There was a moment when they all looked at us, a moment when I felt them hesitate, and then I pointed toward Be

He yelled, “Mr. Leon, what’s happening? What are they doing?”

Jacob called out, “It’s symmetry, Be

Then Be

One zombie grabbed at Jacob’s pants leg. “Back up,” I said, and it bowed low to the ground, crawling back to the feeding frenzy that had become Silas’s body.

I offered Jacob my other hand, and he took it, balancing Ellen’s body in his arms. I stood there in the midst of the dead I had raised, and the living they were eating. I stood there holding on to the two werelions, and it was to keep them safer, but it was also because I needed to hold on to something warm and alive. I needed to be reminded that I wasn’t just this.

When all the bodies were eaten they turned to me, and I watched, and felt that there was more home in them. There was something in there now that hadn’t been there before they tasted flesh. There are things that wait in the dark, that wait for a chance to find a body that they can walk around in, things that were never human. Sometimes you can feel them on the edge of your mind, the shadows that flit out of the corners of your eyes, and aren’t there if you look directly at them. The dead that stood there in the moonlight with blood decorating their mouths held the shadows in their eyes. I could finally see what hid just out of sight, just out of thought, and I knew that I could keep the dead. I could keep them animated. They could be the begi

Nicky squeezed my hand and whispered, “Something’s in there now.”

“Their eyes,” Jacob whispered, “there’s something in their eyes.”

“I see it.”

“What is it?” Nicky asked.

“Shadows,” I said, and then I spoke loud, in that ringing voice that you use in ritual. “All of you, hear me, go back to your graves. Lie down and be what you were. Rest, and walk no more.”

Their eyes flickered almost like a television that wasn’t quite on station, like two cha

“Tell me you brought salt,” I said, voice low and even.

“ Be

“Fine,” I said. I knelt, very carefully, keeping my eyes on the zombies the way I did when I was on the judo mat. You never take your eyes off your opponent because if you do they can rush you. I knelt and found the blade I’d dropped into the grave dirt. The blade still had Silas’s blood on it. Salt would have been good, but I had steel, and grave dirt, and power. It would be enough, because it would have to be.

I stood up, slowly, deliberately, and called my necromancy. I called it in a way I hadn’t before. I called it to use against the shadows in their eyes, the shadows that were promising me power, glory, conquest. Just let us stay, it seemed to whisper. Just let us stay and we will give you the world. I had a moment to envision a world where the dead truly walked, and moved at my will, but I knew better. I could see it in their eyes. I had animated the dead, but I hadn’t filled their eyes with dark power, or had I? Something about them eating human flesh without a circle of power had caused this, and I remembered the third reason for putting up a circle of power before raising the dead. It kept things out. It kept the shadows away.

I’d been arrogant, and I prayed for forgiveness for that particular sin. I was heartily sorry for it. Killing Be

There was another moment of that eye flicker.

I put power into the words, all the power I had, and willed it to work. I called the dead to me. I called them with the power that had made my dog rise from the grave when I was fourteen. I called them to me with the power that had put a suicidal professor in my dorm room in college. I called them with that part of me that made vampires hover around me like I was the last light in all the darkness. I called the dead to me, and bade them to rest and walk no more.