Mari's eyes narrowed. "You mean a dream demon hijacked my subject to give you a nightmare? My mystickal signature was all over her. And some tool just ignored that?"
Chapter 22
Bowen put his hand on her shoulder. "He might no' have seen it, Mari."
"Anyone immersed in magick of this sort would have seen it. That really pisses me off. I'm supposed to be the most powerful witch, and my spell got owned in two weeks."
Think... think.
Control - never had Conrad needed it more; never had he been more in danger of losing it completely.
Wait... "Witch, if you don't do something about this, everyone will think they can overturn your spells at will. Who would pay you for spells that don't take?"
MacRieve growled, just as Mariketa said, "You think I can't see what you're doing? Unfortunately, it's working."
"You canna think of this!" MacRieve snapped.
Mariketa cast the Lykae a troubled glance, then told Conrad, "Vampire, understand that I've never done this on a human. And another problem - I don't even have her body. I'd need to scry for the location of it, again while I'm doing everything else!"
"She's fading." Conrad raked his fingers through his hair. "Time's running out! What do we have to lose?"
MacRieve said, "She could come back wrong."
Conrad met his eyes. "I'll do what's necessary if she does."
"It's no' only that," the Lykae said. "Mari can enthrall herself in the mirror. Her eyes will incinerate anything that comes between her and her reflection, and she'll get stuck in an eternal trance. I feel for you, vampire, but I will no' allow her to put herself at risk."
"Sebastian saved your life - and he spared you from an unspeakable fate. You owe him a debt."
MacRieve's gaze flickered over Mariketa and changed color with some fierce emotion. Hardening his expression, he turned to Conrad. "No' a debt like this."
Mariketa turned to Néomi on the cot. "Would you want this, honey? A mortal life?"
When she nodded weakly, Mariketa stood and crossed to MacRieve. Gazing up at him, the witch said, "I think I can do this. I have to try. I mean, look at the vampire."
Néomi had just gone unconscious - Conrad knew he appeared on the razor's edge when MacRieve scowled.
"We're running out of time," Conrad grated.
Mariketa pulled MacRieve farther to the side. "You said that if I married you, you would never get in the way of my career. This is spectacularly getting in my career's way. Do you know how good this would look on my résumé?"
"I also promised your parents and your coven that I would no' let you get lost in the mirror again. You're no' ready yet, lass! It's too soon after... that last time."
"Bowen, this has sat ill with me since I did the spell on Néomi. And I know you hate Cade, but he and his brother did save my life. He's been calling for my help with this. If I save Néomi, I'll be able to repay my debt to them." She took one of his hands in both of hers. "Just believe in me. I can do this. I feel like I can." When he clenched his jaw, evidently a sign of defeat, she smiled. "Will you get my Big-Spell gloves?"
Muttering in Gaelic, he scuffed back into the mirror.
While MacRieve was gone, the witch told Conrad, "The cost is going to be high, vampire. I'm gonna need ten mil for this one. I accept real estate, stones, or bullion. Or stock certificates from the twenties that are exponentially undervalued. And you have to vow to the Lore to pay it, since we don't have time for contracts."
"Agreed, ten million," he answered easily. "I vow to the Lore to pay it. But you must agree to keep this secret. If the demons know, they will only come after her again."
"I'm bound by the mercenary code to keep our dealings confidential," she said, but she was clearly troubled, conflicted about hiding this from her demon friend, a demon who'd apparently saved her life.
"Good, then. For the record, witch, I think you can do this, too."
Her expression briefly turned grim. "Just be ready to make hard choices, Conrad, in case I can't."
Still surly, MacRieve returned with a strange pair of fingerless gloves. The palms looked to be lined with some kind of bendable mirror.
As Mariketa donned them, she took a deep breath, seeming to shake off her disquiet. She told Conrad, "I like Néomi - I'd have tried this for half that amount."
"I love Néomi - I'd have paid anything you could dream up."
"Oh, snap! Live and learn, eh? Okay, one vampire's Bride brought back from the grave." She slapped her gloved hands and rubbed them together. "Let's put the fun back in funeral!"
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Mariketa faced the mirror, tilting her head. "This is the first time I've really looked at my reflection in months." To the Lykae, she said, "No wonder you love me. Could I be any cuter?"
"You will no' charm me from my apprehension, so doona bother," MacRieve said. "You're tae pull back if you feel anything amiss. Do you ken?"
She nodded. "Got it. Now, I need two mirrors standing on both sides of me, stat."
Conrad eased away from Néomi. "The broken mirrors on this wall are all there is."
"Grab them. Bring them to me."
He ripped a sizable shard from the wall in the studio. Blood from his fingers ran along the edges as he shoved the jagged tip through the wood floor until it stood upright. "Will this work?"
Gazing at his blood, she absently said, "It'll have to. Do the second one."
He repeated the process. As she continued staring at the blood, her eyes went wide as if with realization, before they narrowed on the streak.