I glanced at Mircea, who looked grave but didn't comment. «Tell us about the second vision, dulceata.»
I nodded, trying to ignore the fact that my little tarot cards had been even more on the ball than usual. I decided not to mention it. Louis-Cesar had said the name wasn't important, and I didn't want them taken away. «Fine, but I don't understand it, either. Normally I See what once happened or what's about to happen, but it's like watching TV. I observe, and that's it.»
«But not lately.»
I shifted uncomfortably. I hadn't had time to process what had been happening yet myself, so how could I explain it to someone else? «It's been… different in the last day or so. I don't know why. Maybe because I was in someone else's body when I shifted the second time. That's never happened before.»
«You never possessed anyone before tonight?» It was Pritkin's voice, and it was laced with skepticism. I wanted to ignore him, but I also wanted to know what was going on.
«No. I don't know how I did it, but when Billy Joe slammed into me…»
«Billy Joe is your familiar's name?»
«I don't have a familiar,» I snapped. «Once and for all, I'm not a witch, okay? I am not a demon; I am not the freaking bogeyman! I'm a clairvoyant. Do you know what that is?!»
Maybe it was because I lost my temper, or maybe the bracelet remembered him and held a grudge. But without warning, twin knives, looking as gaseous and insubstantial as Billy after a wild night out, appeared in front of me and flew straight at him. They didn't look real—it was more like light had been carved into shapes—but they worked well enough. I didn't mean to hurt him, but the bracelet apparently thought otherwise, for the daggers plunged deeply into his chest. He screamed and I instinctively shrank back. The daggers came with me, flying back across the room to disappear into the bracelet.
«I'm sorry!» I watched, appalled, as two bright red wounds bloomed on his chest. «I didn't know it would do that!» I looked at the thing on my wrist in shock. It shouldn't have been able to harm a mage, but it had sliced through his shields like they weren't there.
«Where did you get it?» Mircea looked at my bracelet with interest.
«I, uh, sort of found it, recently.»
«It deserted the dark mage for her!» Pritkin's voice had roughened with pain, and he was looking at me with hate. I really couldn't blame him this time. «Dark weapons are fickle; they always go to the greatest source of power, in order to increase their own.» He grimaced and dropped to his knees. «She is dangerous, evil!»
Pritkin's chest, as messed up as if he'd been hit with real weapons, was gushing blood. I stared at him in horror, not quite believing what I'd done. I didn't like him, but killing him had definitely not been any part of my plan. He tore open his shirt and dragged in a lungful of air. He let it out slowly, muttering something. Within a few seconds, the gashes in his chest began to close over. So much for being all for the humans—he healed as fast as a vamp.
His lip curled. «So, sybil, you say you are human. Yet you wield a dark weapon, one that steals power from its opponents and turns it against them. Dark witches fight for you, and this night I saw you do something even a dark mage could not have done. The Black Circle itself does not have the power to steal someone's body, much less that of a mage who was warded against such things!» He grabbed the door latch and hauled himself to his feet.
«I didn't steal—»
He cut me off with a savage gesture. «But I have seen something similar before, a creature who takes others' lives and uses them for its own.» He tried to push past Tomas but didn't get anywhere. That seemed to piss him off, and he shouted at me over Tomas' shoulder. «It is the darkest of magic, only available to the vilest of demons! The Circle was right to send me to you. They knew I would realize what you really are. How many lives have you stolen, sibyl?! How many murders has it taken to sustain your miserable existence?»
I stood up, and Louis-Cesar didn't try to stop me. «My name is Cassie Palmer! I have a birth certificate to prove it. I don't go around stealing bodies. I am not a freaking demon!» I looked at Mircea, who was watching the whole scene like most people would a particularly entertaining movie. «Why do I have to keep saying that?»
He shrugged. «I have been saying it for years, dulceata, and no one believes me.»
Pritkin took advantage of my momentary distraction to have a fit. Out of nowhere, his bevy of magical knives came streaming right at me. I wasn't expecting the attack and stood there like an idiot, with my mouth hanging open. Tomas moved like lightning but caught only two of the weapons. Two more dodged around his flailing arms to zero in on me. I didn't have time to think, much less do anything to protect myself. I felt my ward flare but didn't know if it could deal with enchanted weapons. A second later, I still didn't, because the knives were sticking out of the golem's torso, vibrating with the impact. I stared at it in incomprehension, until it dawned on me that Pritkin must have forgotten to withdraw his order for it to protect me. He bellowed for it to move out of the way, but by then Tomas had grabbed him.