Touch the Dark by Karen Chance Page B

alive, with the implication being that the former was preferable.”
    The blond’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Do not presume to put words in the mouth of the Circle! You don’t understand the danger. Only the Circle can protect her, and protect others from her.” For the first time he looked directly at me, and the snarl on his face would have bared fangs if he’d been a vamp. As it was, it told me I had another enemy to worry about. His gaze flicked over me like a whip, and he didn’t seem to like what he saw. “She has been allowed to mature unschooled, cut off from everyone who could have taught her control. It is a recipe for disaster.”
    I met those narrowed green eyes and something that looked almost like fear crossed over them for a second. His hand moved to the knife in a sheath on his wrist, and for a moment, I actually thought he was going to throw it at me. Rafe must have thought so, too, for he tensed, but the Consul’s voice cut in before anyone could move. “The Silver Circle was once great, Pritkin. Do you tell us that you cannot protect one of your own merely because she roams beyond the fold? Have you become so weak?”
    His face darkened with anger and his hand continued to fondle the knife, although it stayed in its little leather holder. I looked into those crystalline green eyes and suddenly the picture came together. I knew who, or at least what, he was. The Silver Circle was said to have a group of mages who were trained in combat techniques, both human and magical, who enforced their will. The mages at Tony’s had been scared to death of them because they were authorized to kill rogue magic users on sight. Mages who pissed off the Circle weren’t allowed ever to use magic again; if they did and were discovered, it was a death sentence. But why had the Silver Circle sent a freaking war mage after me? Most people even in the magical community treat clairvoyants like shysters with no more ability than a Halloween witch; we don’t even register on the radar for them. But the fact that there are a lot of con artists doesn’t mean that some of us aren’t real. I wondered if the Circle had finally come to that conclusion, too, and decided to start eliminating rivals to their power, beginning with me. It sounded like my kind of luck.
    If the mage attacked me while I was under the Senate’s protection, I was pretty sure they could kill him and get away with it. Even the Silver Circle couldn’t protest the death of one of their members if he’d brought it on himself. The odds were good, then, that he wouldn’t kill me, but I still sent Tomas a glare. He could have given back my gun once we’d arrived. It wasn’t like I could hurt any of the Senate with it, even if I was crazy enough to try, and it would have been a comfort. Especially if he’d planned on letting war mages come in armed to the teeth.
    â€œShe already bears our greatest ward. She drew strength from all of us tonight; it was not only your vampire who saved her!”
    â€œNo, it was a joint effort, as this entire enterprise must be,” GQ cut in smoothly. I was surprised that anyone dared to speak for the Consul, but no one challenged him or even seemed to find it odd. Maybe the Senate was a democratic bunch, but if so, they’d be the first vamps I knew who fit that category. The hierarchy at Tony’s was based on strength, with “might makes right” pretty much the only rule. The other families were the same, as far as I knew. The Senate ruled because they were strong enough to scare even vamps like Tony, which meant the redhead couldn’t be as harmless as he looked, or they’d have eaten him alive years ago.
    To my surprise, GQ acknowledged that I was in the room instead of simply talking about me like I was a stick of furniture. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Louis-César,” he said and executed a damn good