“Curran?” Derek called.
“We got it.” With a low growl, Curran let go of me, looking as if it physically hurt him to step away.
“He has the worst timing,” I said. “Always.”
“It’s his superpower.” Curran grimaced. “We have to stop anyway. I don’t want you to regret this later. And I don’t want your head to explode.”
“Really? You’re so good that my head would explode?”
It took him a moment. His expression changed from intense to speculative. “It’s a possibility. I’m not a doctor, but Doolittle says it could happen.”
“That’s a lot of expectation to live up to.”
“I exceed expectations.”
So modest, too.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked.
“No. I want to go to the Guild and then I want to find Eduardo.” And kick his kidnapper’s ass out of this city.
He pulled a bag from under my bed. “Your gear. I had Derek stop by the house.”
I eased the bag open and saw my belt, my throwing knives, my old beat-up jeans, and a bag with the strange dirty glass we had found by Eduardo’s car. “I love you.”
He squeezed me to him, kissed my forehead, and breathed in the scent of my hair. The relief was so plain in the way he touched me.
“It’s okay,” I told him.
“I know.” His voice was quiet. “I will always be there. I will walk across the whole planet if I have to.”
I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’ll meet you halfway.”
A couple of minutes later we emerged into the waiting room. Derek was slouching against a wall. Julie sat next to Ascanio. The same Ascanio who’d told her I might end up paralyzed or with amnesia and that I wanted to go home to die.
Julie saw me and jumped to her feet. Ascanio grabbed her hand, trying to hold her back.
Amnesia, huh. Well, let’s see how it plays out.
“I don’t know who you are,” I told him. “But don’t touch my kid.”
Surprise slapped his face. He let go and Julie hugged me. I hugged her back.
“Are you okay?” Julie asked.
“I’m okay.” I told her. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you. You got it?”
“I got it.” She nodded. We’d talk about it more later when we weren’t in front of other people. Some things were better discussed in private.
Curran was moving and I walked next to him. We had to get the hell out of the Keep as soon as we could.
Derek and Julie fell in behind us. Ascanio chased me. “Kate! It’s me.”
“‘Me’ is a terrible name,” I told him. “You should aim for at least three letters.”
“Ascanio! You have to remember me.”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“It’s not fair!” he declared.
“Yes, make it all about you,” Julie told him.
Ascanio stopped. “I will make you remember me!” he called.
The four of us kept going.
“You do remember him?” Julie whispered.
“Of course, I remember him.”
She snickered.
“Where is Barabas?” Curran asked.
“He said he would be at the Guild in case we decided to attend their meeting,” Derek said. “He packed us a care package. It’s in my car.”
“Good,” Curran said.
“We’ll need to stop by the Steel Horse to pick up the Clerk,” I added. Walking into the Guild with the Clerk would be like sucker-punching Bob right in the gut.
“Did you get a look at the giant?” I asked Julie.
“Yes.”
“What color was the magic of the corpse?”
“Bronze,” she said. “Just like the Tahoe.”
That’s what I thought. “Let’s talk more in the car.”
We opened the big doors. Six people barred our way. I recognized two. The Beast Lord’s personal guard.
Curran didn’t even slow down.
“Um . . .” one of the men said.
“Move,” Curran said.
They moved. We headed down the hallway. A petite woman turned the corner and rushed toward us, adjusting her large glasses. Dali. Hey, I recognized her. Score one for me.
“Wait.” Dali blocked our path. “Kate, you’re walking?”
“Yes.” And kicking.
“Can you tell me what’s going on? I know that whatever you’re doing is connected to the Pack, but Jim is ducking me.”