Gameboard of the Gods (Age of X #1)(110)
Author: Richelle Mead

He still held high hopes of getting her onto the counter and wasn’t really picky about which way she faced. But when he tried to move her in that direction, she pushed back, her hands resting on his chest to keep him pinned against the wall. Maybe this was part of what “intimidating” meant. It reminded him a little uneasily of Mae’s dominance, and he hoped this would have a happier outcome.

It didn’t.

He had Katrin’s underwear partway off when he felt the wire against his neck.

The kissing also abruptly stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the ferociously passionate look on her face had simply become ferocious. He tried to speak, but the words were choked off as the wire bit into his flesh. With a strength born out of sheer terror, he pushed back against her and managed to momentarily escape the wire. Katrin surged toward him again with remarkable strength, but he dodged in a way that kept his neck from strangulation. He managed to wriggle away and grabbed the first weapon he could find: a ceramic vase filled with freesias. With no thoughts of chivalry, he swung it toward her and managed to clip the side of her head. It slowed her for a moment, and then, improbably, she came at him again and hardly seemed fazed at all.

Ironically, he found he was the one backed up against the counter. He swung the vase again, managing to keep a small distance between him and that wire while he frantically tried to figure out what to do. Offense wasn’t really his style, but staying on the defense didn’t seem like it would get him anywhere. He advanced forward as he wielded the vase, allowing him a little progress until she knocked it out of his hands. It fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. He kicked out at her and managed to hit her leg, but much like the vase, it only seemed to annoy her.

Those small delays allowed him a little movement, however, and he was able to reach the door. Unlocking it took long enough that she was able to grab his arm and jerk him backward. His other hand held on to the doorknob firmly, and for a moment, he felt like he’d be ripped in half. He pulled away and managed to open the door, shoving it into her as he did so. It threw her off, so that she missed when she tried to grab his shoulder. Shouting for help, he made it into the hall and had another split-second decision to make.

To his right was the way he’d come, and at the far end of the hall, he knew there had to be employees working. To his left, not very far at all, was a glass door leading outside. He didn’t know where it went, but surely it would go somewhere with people and safety. That was the way he chose.

But when he reached it, he found that it was locked. He couldn’t find any obvious way to open it, and the delay cost him. Katrin caught him by the shoulder this time and jerked him away from the door. Unexpected pain shot through him at her touch, like several blades scratching his flesh. Snarling, she lunged toward him with the wire, but it wasn’t an ideal weapon for a moving target. When he dodged again, she dropped the wire and pulled out a shiny black knife from somewhere in that tight dress.

“Shit.”

The long hall beyond her offered freedom, but he couldn’t figure out how to get past her. The best he could do was awkward hitting and dodging that slowed her a little but in no way seemed capable of stopping or even tiring her. She appeared to be evenly matched in strength with him, which was equally frustrating. At one point, they got tangled in each other and fell to the ground, rolling around in a way that was not at all like what he’d originally imagined when coming downstairs. Her hand raked down his back, causing more of that pain. If her nails were that bad, he couldn’t imagine what the dagger would do.

He finally kicked her off enough that he could crawl into a nearby storage closet. He shoved the door in her face and held it shut with his entire body while he groped for a light. When he found it, he could barely believe how the world had f**ked him over today. The glass door he’d wanted to open had had a lock, and this one, which he needed to stay closed, had none. There was nothing he could do but try to hold it closed with his own weight. On the other side, Katrin turned the knob and pushed hard against the door, making it open a few centimeters before Justin was able to throw himself back against it. With one hand, he fumbled for his ego but couldn’t really get out a message while trying to hold the door.

Well, now what? asked Horatio.

Justin was about to say he was open to suggestions when he realized Horatio was talking to Magnus. In all the time he’d carried them in his head, the ravens had never conversed with just each other. It added to what was already a maddeningly surreal situation.

We have to do something, said Magnus.

What, claw her eyes out? Horatio sounded incredulous. We can’t directly intervene. We aren’t even technically supposed to be here until he’s sworn.

Well, it’ll never happen if he’s dead, will it? And we only need to assist, not intervene.

Katrin launched herself at the door and must have had a running start. It pushed open more than it had during her previous efforts, and it took Justin several seconds to fight against her and slam it shut again.

Okay, said Horatio reluctantly. What do you have in mind?

You stay here, was Magnus’s bizarre response.

And then, suddenly, Justin felt a searing pain and the sensation of having something ripped out of his skull.

CHAPTER 30

THE RAMBLINGS OF A MADMAN

Tessa might not have understood the big picture of what Justin and Mae were involved in, but she knew enough about genetics and the RUNA to realize the implications of what Mae’s mother had revealed. That kind of research was unheard of in Panama, and Tessa was honestly surprised that Mae had handled it as well as she had. But maybe that had been for the benefit of her mother, whom Tessa found even more terrifying than her own.

Regardless, Tessa had decided it was best for her to clear out in case Mae needed time to herself. Tessa didn’t mind going back out anyway. Once she’d adapted to the weirdness of being in a city where everyone looked alike, her natural curiosity took over. She was fascinated by a group of people who’d clung to their identity so fiercely, they’d been willing to risk the consequences of Mephistopheles and Cain. Even now, after years of progress, they still maintained their separation from the rest of the country while simultaneously being fiercely loyal.

Most people mistook her for an ordinary Gemman plebeian. There were a handful of others like her on the streets—seeing as their hotel was the only plebeian-friendly one—and most Nordics took them in stride. Mae had explained that farther outside the city, they’d find more prejudice. Here, no one paid much attention to Tessa as she wandered into shops that were still open. She even stopped in a café and bought a pastry stuffed with lingonberries. She’d never heard of lingonberries, but Nordics seemed to love them. Munching on it, she eventually made her way back to the park across from the hotel to listen to the band. A group of people chatting nearby described the music as “Norwegian fusion folk synth.” Tessa had no idea what that was but decided the whole scene would be worth filming for her class’s documentary—presuming she was ever allowed back to school.