Gunmetal Magic (Kate Daniels #5.5)(124)
Author: Ilona Andrews

The draugr dipped its head toward the blood. Magic pulsed from the runes. The creature let out a long sound halfway between a sigh and a growl.

Ghastek’s vampire moved to stand next to me.

The undead swiveled to the bloodsucker. “You bring me dead meat?”

“No. Dead meat guards me. Dead meat has no power over the ale. If you want to talk to dead meat, that’s between you and it.”

The draugr rose above the basin, shoulders hunched over. “Dead meat speaks?”

Ghastek shifted the vampire another step.

“I wouldn’t,” I told him.

The vamp halted. “Who are you?”

Would it kill him not to screw with my thing?

The draugr leaned on the stone. “I’m Håkon, son of Eivind. My father was a jarl and his father before him was one. The blood ale calls to me. Who are you, meat, that you interrupt my feeding?”

“I’m Ghastek Sedlak, Master of the Dead.”

The draugr’s mouth gaped wider. The creature rocked back and forth. “Dróttinn of the dead. I am dead. Do you style yourself my master too, little dead meat?”

Full stop. “Don’t answer that. Your ale is getting cold, Håkon. Have a taste.”

The runes in my hand cooled. The undead took a step toward me, then turned, as if drawn by a magnet, dropped on his knees and drank deeply, sucking up the blood in long greedy swallows.

“How did you come to be here?” Ghastek asked.

Damn it all to hell.

The draugr turned its unblinking eyes to the vampire and raised his head from the blood for a moment. “We came for gold.”

“All the way from Norseland?”

The draugr shook its head and drank.

“Kate,” Ghastek said. “Make him talk. Please.”

How do I get myself into these things? I gripped the runes. The draugr ducked down, trying to lick the blood, got within two inches of the red surface and stopped.

“From Vinland. The north skrælingar brought us gold to trade for weapons. They told us they bartered with the southern tribes for it. They said the southern skrælingar were soft. They were farmers, they said. Our seers had scryed the source of the gold, in the hills, not far from the coast. We took two ships and went looking for it.”

“Did you find the gold?” Ghastek asked.

The draugr reared back, his teeth on display. “We found woods, and giant birds, and skrælingar magic. We were retreating when a skræling arrow found me.”

“Is that why you rose? To punish the native tribe?” Ghastek asked.

He just wouldn’t stop talking.

The draugr’s clawed hands scratched the stone of the basin. Magic snapped from him, flaring like a foul banner. The hair on the back of my neck rose.

“To punish them? No. I rose to punish the ingrate dogs who threw me into a hole in the ground like a common thrall. Not one of them bothered to even place a stone to mark my grave. I killed some of them and ate their flesh, but a few still lived. I’ve searched for them, but I can’t find them.”

“You can’t find them, because they’ve been dead for a thousand years,” I told him. Damn it. Now Ghastek had me doing it.

The wrinkled mask of the draugr’s face twisted in derision. “So you say.”

Ghastek’s vamp leaned forward. “If you’re so powerful, why don’t you just leave?”

“He can’t. The Cherokee wards are locking him in. No more questions.”

“In that case—”

I brought my fist down on the vamp’s bald head. God, that felt good.

The vamp whipped around, glaring at me in outrage.

“Shut up,” I told him and turned to the draugr. “Blood ale, undead. If you want any more, you will grant me my boon.”

The draugr rose, slowly. His fur mantle closed about him. Cold spread from him. My breath turned into a wisp of vapor.

“Ask.”

“How do I find Ivar the Dwarf?”

“He lives in a hidden valley,” the draugr said. “Travel to Highlands and find Cliffside Lake. At the north edge of the lake, you will see a trail leading you to the mountain scarred by lightning. Make the offering of gold, silver, and iron, and the dwarf will permit you to enter.”

I released the runes and backed away. “The blood ale is yours.”

“It’s grown cold.”

I kept backing up.

Magic accreted around the draugr like a second cloak. “I do not want it. I want my blood hot.”

Mayday, mayday. “That’s not the deal we made.”

I passed the stick guarding the road.

“I make deals and I break them.”

The wooden stick between us shivered in the ground.

“There is no escape, meat.”

The cocoon of the draugr’s magic burst with icy fury, snapping at me with dark fingers. The stick shot from the ground and pierced the draugr’s head.

I ran.

Behind me a wail of pure fury tore through the forest and Ghastek’s voice barked, “Secure the creature!”

Magic exploded with mind-numbing intensity. My eyes watered. The breath in my lungs turned into a clump of ice. The path veered right. As I took the turn at a breakneck speed, I saw the draugr, towering over the trees, a mantle of dark magic streaming from his shoulders as he ripped a vampire in half with his colossal hands.

“I have your scent,” the giant roared. “You won’t escape!”

The translucent flood of magic crested the edge of the glade and rolled down, chasing me.

The forest turned into a blurry smudge of green. I flew, jumping over the roots. Weeds slapped me.

The harsh stench of rot filled my mouth. Around me the trees groaned, as if pulled upright by an invisible hand. My throat burned.

I could almost see the road through the shrubs.

The path turned left and I leaped straight down, praying the old injury to my left knee wouldn’t flare up. The brush snapped under my weight and I tore down the slope, squeezing every last drop of speed out of my body.

A deep roar shook the ground.

No way to dodge, no direction to take but down.

A shadow fell over me. I threw myself forward. I rolled once, twice, catching a glimpse of a colossal clawed hand raking the forest behind me, flipped to my feet, and burst onto the road.

The pillar loomed to my right. I sprinted to it.

The air whistled. Something large crashed on the road ahead of me, bounced, and sprung to its feet. Ghastek’s vampire. Deep gashes scoured its flanks, oozing thick undead blood onto the sunblock. It looked like it had gone through a shredder.