Into the Woods: Tales from the Hollows and Beyond(19)
Author: Kim Harrison

"Mistress witch," Pierce said, his tone terse as we neared the ground floor, my steps barely keeping up with his. "I’d respectfully ask that I might commune a line through you." He glanced at me, shocking me again with how blue his eyes were. "To help make our escape. If there were another way, I would use it."

I slid my hand into his, gripping it firmly. "Pull on a line." He shot a bewildered look at me and I shouted, "Commune with the ever-after!"

My breath hissed in as he did, and I squeezed his hand to tell him it was okay. Power burned like ice as we found the first floor, and I felt my tongue tingle. Pierce gathered himself, and with a shout, a head-sized sphere of ever-after enveloped his free hand.

That came through me, I thought in wonder, even as we continued to head for the doors.

Pierce threw the ball. The witch waiting for us yelped and dove for the floor. Green power edged in red and black hit the glass doors, spreading out like slime. A boom shook the air and almost sent me falling. Glass pushed outward in a silent cascade.

"Are you well, Miss Rachel?" Pierce said earnestly when my ears recovered.

I looked up as he steadied me with his grip tight on my elbow. For an instant we stood, focused on each other, linked by way of the line and our need to escape. My inner ear pulsed from the blast. Behind me, shouts started to make sense. Past the shattered doors came the sound of traffic and the crisp cold of a winter night. The witch on the floor looked up from around her fallen hair, shocked. "Wow," I said, and Pierce’s concern eased.

Satisfied I had my balance, he let go of my elbow but kept our fingers entwined. "Allow me, mistress witch," he said gallantly, escorting me through the broken glass.

"Hey! Stop!" someone called. My pulse raced, and knowing my mom was going to "give me Jesse" when she found out, I nevertheless stepped elegantly over the jagged remnants of the door and onto the salted sidewalk.

"A moment," Pierce said, turning, and I felt another strong pull through me when he ran two fingers across both the lintel and threshold of the wide doors and a green sheet of ever-after swam up from the frozen slush sidewalk to seal everyone inside. "Now we may depart," he said exuberantly, the light shining out from the I.S. offices showing his good mood. "Perhaps a carriage is in order," he said, whistling as if he had grown up in Cincy, but he had watched Robbie do the same thing. "I fear we should make an unpleasant haste. The ward won’t last long. And we must stay holding hands until then."

I grinned. When he was excited, he didn’t stop to think what he was saying and was charmingly elegant. "Maybe we should walk a few blocks so they don’t know what cab we take?" I suggested. "Otherwise they’ll just radio ahead."

Pierce’s brow creased, and he waved away the cab that had pulled up. "Like the music from the boxes?" he said, and I nodded. It was close enough.

"Then we walk," he said. With a last wave to the angry I.S. officers behind the green-tinted sheet of ever-after, he tightened his grip on my fingers, and we strode down the sidewalk.

My pulse was fast and I felt breathless. I’d never done anything like this before, and I felt alive. For the first time in my freaking life, I felt alive-the adrenaline making me light and airy and my steps long and sure. The snow drifted down peacefully, and I wished that I could do this forever-walk with a man’s hand in mine, happy and pleasantly warm with this alive feeling running through me. He wasn’t much taller than me, and our steps were closely matched.

I glanced behind us at the retreating I.S. building, then shyly at Pierce, but his attention was on the buildings and storefront displays. I eyed the colored lights and the happy people walking in the snow with last-minute solstice and Christmas shoppers finding a final, perfect gift.

"No beggars," he whispered.

"Well, a few," I said, abruptly seeing the street in an entirely different way. "But they’re probably at the square, partying."

Pierce pulled our joined fingers up, mine almost blue from the cold. "I can’t keep communing with-ah, pulling a line through you," he said softly. "I’m not one born in the woods to be afraid of an owl, yet to save that child with only my fists I expect is a fool’s errand. Do you know . . ." He hesitated, attention flicking from a truck slushing past and back to me. "Do you know a witchy woman or man I might procure ley line charms from?"

"Oh!" I said brightly, determined to keep up with him though my chest was starting to hurt. Of course he’d need something, seeing as he couldn’t tap a line himself. "The university’s bookstore has an entire floor of ley line stuff. I’m sure they’ll have something."

"Magic studies? In the university?" he asked, and I nodded, my free arm swinging. But a frown creased his brow, and leaning to me, he whispered, "I would prefer a smaller shop if you know of it. I don’t have even a stick to barter with or a . . . card of credit," he added hesitantly, as if knowing he hadn’t gotten the words in the right order.

My eyes widened. "I don’t have much money either. Cab fare, is all."

Pierce took a deep breath and exhaled. "No matter. I will suitably impress upon the proprietor my desperate need." His chin rose and a defiant gleam entered his eyes as we continued forward. "I will beg. If they are honorable, they will help."

Beg, eh? I thought, fully believing he would get down on his knees before the night manager at the university bookstore, who would promptly throw him out, not pleased to be working on the solstice. "I’ve a better idea," I said, praying my mom would go for it. My dad’s stuff was in the attic. I knew my mom wouldn’t be happy, but the worst thing she could do was say no. Edging us to the curb, I searched for a cab. "I’ll take you home," I said, leaning into the street in the universal language of cabbies. "You can look over my dad’s old ley line stuff. He worked for the I.S. He probably has something."

Pierce drew me back from the curb, and I blinked at him, surprised. His expression was pinched as he stood in the puddle of streetlight and falling snow, elegant in his long coat and shiny new boots. "Miss Rachel, no. I’m not of a mind to endanger you anymore. I’ll escort you home, then go alone to the university. If there are learned men there, they will assist me."

I winced, imagining all Pierce would find right now would be half-drunk students and solstice parties. "Good God, Pierce," I said, when a passing cab saw us standing there and did a U-bangy. "I’m the one that got you involved. Lighten up."