The Bitter Seed of Magic

‘They think she was trying to kidnap you,’ Fi

‘Kidnap me?’ I said, taken aback. ‘Why the hell would my lawyerwant to do that?’

‘Du

‘Did you see anything?’ I frowned at Fi

He shook his head. ‘Sorry, I was out of it too.’

‘I know I’m right, Ge

‘There’s been no Betweenin the Tower for the last forty-odd years, not since MacCúailnge, the Old Do

‘I heard that!’ Sylvia bristled. ‘And I know what I saw.’

I checked my watch. I was supposed to be seeing the Raven Master now. Maybe Victoria Harrier would turn round and come back when she discovered I was missing. Trouble was, after my little mind-order, Victoria Harrier would probably sit there for ages, waiting for me to get out of the car—or until someone insisted she check.

‘How long has the car been gone?’ I asked, shooting a frustrated look at the closed gate.

‘Five, ten minutes at the most,’ Ricou said.

Which probably wasn’t enough time for anyone to have discovered that I wasn’t in the car. But as my mind started catching up with what they were saying, I decided maybe I should figure out if Victoria Harrier really had been trying to kidnap me before she did discover I was missing. She was Malik’s layer, but he hadn’t picked her, nor had Sanguine Lifestyles, she’d chosen to represent me herself because of the curse and—

‘My lawyer said she was working for the Lady Meriel,’ I said, shooting Ricou a questioning look.

He rocked back on his heels. ‘Nah, she’s having you on. The Lady wouldn’t work with a witch. She thinks they’re incompetent. Not only that: if she wanted to snatch you, then I’d be the one doing it.’

‘Which isn’t exactly a resounding vote of confidence in you,’ I pointed out.

‘He’s right, Gen,’ Fi

‘But, Ana, her daughter-in-law, she’s a water faeling,’ I said, still doubtful.

Ricou gave his high clicking laugh. ‘Ana hates all of London’s fae. She’d have no more to do with any of us than those religious nuts, the Soulers. Blossom told you what the Old Do

‘Exactly,’ Sylvia huffed. ‘I bet she’s resurrected the Tower’s Betweenjust to spit on the Old Do

‘But if she’s faeling that’s not possible, is it?’ I asked. ‘She wouldn’t have enough power.’

‘Gosh, Ge

‘Sorry, Sylvia,’ I said, ‘I really am grateful, but after what Bandana—sorry, Algernon—tried to do, you can’t blame me for being a bit wary.’

‘Mother ordered them all back into their trees after yesterday,’ she sniffed, and stuck her chin in the air, only slightly mollified.

Relief ran through me: they definitely wouldn’t be lurking around me any more. ‘So, let’s say Victoria Harrier is up to something, and that it doesn’t involve the fae, or at least no fae other than her daughter-in-law.’ I stripped off my jacket and snagged my top. ‘Anybody got any ideas—’

Fi

I leapt up to go to him, but Ricou grabbed me round the waist, stopping me. ‘Might be better if you leave him be, luv.’

‘But he’s hurt,’ I said.

‘Well, it’s his own bloomin’ fault,’ Ricou said, without much sympathy. ‘He should’ve kept his horns under wraps.’

‘I was trying to break the Chastity spell,’ Fi

Ricou gave his high clicking laugh. ‘With a bit of slippy slippy? Pull the other one, mate.’

‘Sex is how you break the spell,’ Fi

‘Yeah, but only if you’re the one keyed to the spell,’ Ricou corrected him.

‘I’m sorry, Gen.’ Fi

‘Obviously not, mate,’ Ricou said in a reproving tone.

I gaped at them both, stu

‘That’s about right, luv,’ Ricou said. ‘’Course, if whoever it is dies, then the spell’ll disappear on its own.’

I ground my teeth. If I found out who was keyed to the Chastity spell, then their dying was going to be a serious option. And if it was Tavish’s idea and not the Morrígan’s … his precious computers were toast.

Ricou tapped my shoulder. ‘Mind if I have a butcher’s?’ He looked over his dark glasses and winked at me. ‘Professional interest, of course.’

‘What?’ I said still furious.

‘The spell. I want to look at it.’

‘Sure, why not,’ I snapped and yanked my top up. Fi

‘Don’t mind him,’ Ricou said as he bent and peered at my stomach. ‘It’s the after-effects of the spell; a nasty reminder to keep his … handsto himself whenever he looks at you. It’ll wear off in a while.’

I frowned sceptically at Fi

‘He’s the one who tried getting happy with it.’ Ricou licked his finger and touched it to the handprint, making me flinch. He stuck his finger in his mouth, then nodded. ‘Thought so. Ci

‘Enlighten me,’ I said flatly.

‘You add ci

‘Hell’s thorns,’ Fi

A rustling noise like a high wind through the trees whistled around us and Sylvia’s eyes snapped open. ‘Ge

I jerked round to find three of the large high-top police vans the trolls used driving down the road, sirens off, but their blue lights flashing, drawing the attention of the crowd. The vans stopped, the back doors opened and Detective Sergeant Hugh Munro of the Metropolitan Police’s Magic and Murder squad jumped nimbly out of the first. Behind him were two female police constables, both witches. Eight more uniformed police constables—all trolls—jumped out of the second and third vans and all of them strode towards us.

The hair at the nape of my neck prickled with prescience—not that I have any precognition skills, but I watch the movies occasionally. This looked too much like where the police corner the bad guys and catch them. I stifled the urge to run. We weren’t the bad guys.

‘Ge