Chapter 17
“Well shit,” I muttered as we trotted down the steps of Enforcer’s Guild HQ. “That was a total bust.”
“Not a total bust,” Fenris argued, holding up a little silk bag of powder between his thumb and forefinger – the sample we’d threatened out of Widler and Vance. “We got this, didn’t we?”
I sighed. “True… but I was hoping the suspect would have been more helpful.” She wasn’t, not even remotely.
When the guards had brought her into the interrogation room, she’d been limp and glassy-eyed, her body trembling from withdrawal.
Hearing about it from Widler and Crew Foreman Vance had been one thing, but seeing it was another, and it shocked the questions right out of me at first. Not that it had mattered – she couldn’t seem to remember much of anything except that she’d gotten the drug from human dealers hanging around the border where Shiftertown and Downtown met.
Part of me itched to go downtown – the slums and the Black Market were located there, and if ever there was a likely place to find drug dealers that was it.
But the other part of me wanted to get this drug to Com and Noria, so they could get it analyzed along with the cerebust I’d given them earlier.
“Oh well. At least we managed to get one of these.” I held my wrist up to the light and grinned as my Enforcer bracelet gleamed. I was happy to have that little bronze shield back on my arm again, even if half the Guild did hate me right now. It meant my life was one step closer to normal.
Fenris grinned. “True. Guess it pays to be the Chief Mage’s apprentice.” The grin faded as he noticed we were approaching my steambike. “No. Not happening. I’m calling a cab.”
“Not yet you aren’t. We’ve got one more place to visit.”
Fenris groaned.
By the time I parked the bike outside Comenius’s shop, Fenris’s tan was tinged with green. “Don’t worry,” I said, gingerly patting him on the shoulder – I didn’t want him to hurl all over Com’s storefront. “Comenius’ll fix you right up.”
The shop was crowded, Comenius working double-time by himself to service the customers, so Fenris and I hung off to the side while we waited for the rush to subside.
Nearly half an hour passed before everyone finally filed out of the store.
By that time Fenris’s nausea had passed, and he was across the room rifling through a basket of handmade bath salts.
“Hmm.” He sniffed it. “Very interesting. You’ve infused these crystals with basil, chamomile, and cloud wort. I imagine the user would feel relaxed, their mind free of clutter, after bathing with these.”
Comenius smiled at Fenris as he came around the counter.
“That’s why that particular blend is called ‘Calming Focus’.
” He embraced me, and I inhaled his woodsy, herbal scent as his strong arms wrapped around me.
“Naya.” He beamed down at me. “I’m still getting used to the fact that you’re a free woman again. ”
I grinned. “Business seems to be good,” I remarked, looking around the shop. The shelves normally filled with amulets and charms were practically empty. “There a new trend going around?”
“People have been buying protection amulets and warding charms,” he said, looking suddenly uncomfortable. “In response to all the panic being spread by the Herald regarding shifters.”
“Comenius!” Noria burst into the shop, her red curls flying wild around her wide-eyed, freckled face.
Her left cheek was smudged with grease, and she wore a pair of coveralls and black gloves on her hands, indicating that she’d been working on something mechanical.
“You’ll never believe what happened in Shiftertown this morning!
Some humans –” She stopped short at the sight of me, hesitation crossing her face. “Oh, hey, Naya and, umm, Wolf-guy –”
“Fenris,” Fenris corrected her mildly. She continued to stare at him, uncertainty warring with the excitement and fear in her eyes.
“Go on,” I encouraged, my voice casual despite the cold pit of dread hollowing out my stomach. “What happened in Shiftertown?”
Guilt flashed across Noria’s face. “Some humans decided to go and riot in the Shiftertown Square,” she said. “They came with bats and swords and stuff, and started bashing in windows and looting stores.”
“Fuck.” I collapsed into one of the chairs in the sitting area, overwhelmed. Humans buying magic protection and looting shifter stores… “We’re looking at civil war if something isn’t done.”
Comenius sighed. “That doesn’t necessarily surprise me.”
I glanced up at him. “Why?”
Noria flopped down into the chair across from me. “Com did some divination magic last night, and as usual it gave us a lot more questions than answers.” She rolled her eyes. “But according to him, the tea leaves point to a shit-stirrer in the works.”
“I believe the term I used was ‘provocateur’,” Comenius corrected mildly. “But nonetheless, I’m afraid it’s true. Someone behind the scenes is stirring up this trouble, and it seems their objective is to create strife between humans and shifters.”
I frowned. “Who would want to do that?”
We all turned to look at Fenris at the same time, our brows arched. He took a step back, palms up. “What?”
“I don’t mean to state the obvious here, but –” Noria started.
“The Mage’s Guild would definitely have motive,” I finished for her. “Or at least someone in it. If humans and shifters are united against them, they’d have a harder time controlling us, and we might even be able to overthrow them.”
“That’s outrageous.” Fenris drew himself up, and in that moment he looked a lot like the Chief Mage. “The Mage’s Guild would have much less harmful ways of ensuring obedience. We need the residents of the city to co-exist peacefully in order for everything to continue running smoothly.”
“We?” Noria’s eyes narrowed, and she slowly stood up. “You know, I’ve never heard a shifter refer to himself as ‘we’ in conjunction with mages. Most shifters hate mages.”
Fenris’s yellow gaze hardened. “I am not most shifters.”
Normally I would have told Noria to back off, since Fenris was a friend, but something about her words struck a chord with me.
“Still,” I interjected, “you have to admit it’s a little strange that your loyalties seem to lie more with the mages, than with your own people.
Don’t you have a clan, or at the very least a family, who deserves your loyalty more? ”
Fenris glared imperiously down at me, and my heart shrank a little – he’d never looked at me like that before. “Lord Iannis is the only family I have,” he said stiffly. “I don’t have anyone else, not that my past is any business of yours.”
By Magorah, I felt like the biggest fool in the world. “Fenris, I –”
“It doesn’t seem as though you have any more need of me.” Fenris bowed to us all. “I’m going to catch a cab back to the palace, where I can be more useful. Good day to you all.”
The bell on the door jangled as Fenris left the shop, and my heart sank straight into my shoes.
“I think I just won the award for biggest asshole of the year,” I muttered.
Noria frowned. “I don’t know, Naya,” she said. “He’s clearly hiding something.”
“And who are we to judge him for his secrets?” Comenius laid a hand on Noria’s shoulder, and she looked up at him with a startled expression on her face.
His voice was gentle, but his clear blue eyes were stern, filled with that ageless wisdom that tended to grace magic users.
“We all have them buried in our past, and Fenris is entitled not to share his secrets if he doesn’t want to, just as the rest of us are.
” His gaze swept over me as well. I wondered if there was a spell that would enable me to sink through the cracks in the wooden floor, and if so, why I hadn’t learned it by now.
I ran a hand through my hair, and pain jabbed at my scalp as my fingers caught on some of the more unruly curls. “You’re right, Com. I shouldn’t have pried.”
Noria’s scowl returned. “I don’t think it’s wrong to be suspicious, especially since he’s allied with the enemy.”
I sighed. “It’s not as black-and-white as that, Noria. Actions speak louder than words, and Fenris has been nothing but helpful to me.”
Noria bit her bottom lip. “Maybe now, but when the time comes –”
I held up a hand, suddenly weary of all the “us against them” talk for the first time in my life.
Couldn’t we all get along, instead of constantly going at each other’s throats?
“Look, this isn’t really why we came here,” I told her, pulling out the little bag of drugs.
“The Enforcer’s Guild took in a deer shifter who was super high off something that smells a lot like anticium – a hallucinogenic if I remember correctly.
” I handed it to Noria, deciding not to mention the more gruesome details – there was no need for them to know.
“I was thinking maybe your mage friend could compare it to the other sample and see if it was tampered with in the same way.”
“Oh, that’s right!” Noria’s eyes lit up as she took the bag. “Elnos says he’s totally cracked the code on how these dealers are sneaking silver into their drugs.”
“Really?” I sat up straight. “How?”
Noria frowned. “I don’t totally understand how it works, but he basically said he isolated some really rare derivative from a plant that only grows in certain countries in Faricia.
Tribal warriors use it to cover up poisons, so they can’t be detected by the shifter slaves who have to taste and drink everything before their masters will touch it. ”
“Kalois!” Comenius exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “I remember reading about it before – it’s a tropical flower. Brilliant! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”
My grin widened. “Aww, c’mon, Com, you can’t fit everything you’ve learned in that head of yours.” I jumped to my feet. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get your mage friend so he can present his findings to the Chief Mage!”
“Umm, yeah, about that.” Noria shrank back in her seat. “He doesn’t exactly want to.”
I scowled. “Why not?”
“Well, to be honest he doesn’t really want to draw the Chief Mage’s attention toward our magitech experiments, and I have to agree with him.” Noria folded her arms.
I arched an eyebrow. “Magitech?”
“Yeah. You know, magic plus technology equals magitech.” Excitement lit her eyes again.
“Speaking of magitech, the Herald and the Academy have partnered to sponsor a contest for magitech inventions. Whoever comes up with the best new technology will win a hundred gold coins!” She rubbed her hands together.
“I’ve already come up with that jammer, so it shouldn’t be too hard to create something that’ll do the job. Elnos and I are so going to win.”
“I would be careful who you tell that to,” Comenius warned. “If you come up with something the Mage’s Guild doesn’t approve of, they wouldn’t hesitate to come down on you and Elnos, especially if you started making a profit off it.”
Noria shrugged. “Eh, I’m not worried. We’re just gonna make a prototype so we can earn the prize money. I’m more than happy to let the bigwigs worry about bringing it to mass market.”
The gleam in her eye suggested that she hadn’t completely discounted the idea of capitalizing on the invention herself, but I decided not to press, and instead brought the conversation back on topic.
“Noria, if I get the Chief Mage to agree to grant Elnos amnesty in exchange for the information, do you think he would come?”
Noria blinked. “I don’t see why not. But do you really think you can do it?”
I stood up and shrugged my jacket back on. “I dunno. But I’m definitely gonna give it a shot.”