Fate's Edge

you, m’lady.”
    She smiled back. “You’re welcome, m’lord.”
    If he didn’t have to leave, he could’ve asked her to share a meal with him, and she would say yes. Kaldar checked the hint of a smile hiding in her eyes. She would definitely say yes, then he would get her to say yes to a night together, and it would be a lot of fun for them both. Unfortunately, he wasn’t his own man at the moment.
    “So what’s next?” Kaminski asked.
    “Next, I’ll go hunting,” Kaldar said.
    Fifteen minutes later, Kaldar finished with the pleasantries, shook the hands, thanked and was thanked, and finally headed to his wyvern, waiting for him on the edge of town. Addicts in the Weird didn’t use meth pipes, which meant the West Egyptians were right. The thieves must have come from the Edge or the Broken. Almost four months had passed since he had visited either place. The hop back across the boundary was long overdue.
    Of the three people involved, the picklock had to be his best bet. A man with a gift like that wouldn’t stay idle for long. Somewhere, somehow, that man had left a trail. All Kaldar had to do was find it.
    He couldn’t wait to meet the talented bastard.
     
    THE fallen tree still blocked the road. Audrey sighed, put her parking brake on, and started up the mountain. The evening sky sifted gray drizzle onto the forest. Soon June would come and with it heat and crystalline blue skies, but for now the world was still damp, its colors, except for the brilliant green, muted. A far cry from Florida. Traveling through the Weird meant crossing four countries, impossible without a wyvern. She had flown from Seattle into Orlando instead. The plane had landed late, and they pulled the job off that night, but when they had driven to Jacksonville, she got to see the sunrise through the windshield of a stolen car. It started as a pale glow of purple and red near the horizon, just over the smooth expanse of silvery ocean, then, suddenly, it bloomed across the sky, pink and orange and yellow, a riot of color, huge and shocking. If it had a sound, it would’ve deafened everyone on the road.
    Audrey sighed. She wished she could’ve stayed longer, but common sense had won. Every moment in Florida put her in danger. Besides, seeing Alex again was like ripping off a scab. He hadn’t changed, not even a little. Same sneer, same hollow eyes, same junkie-contempt for everyone and everything. She abandoned Dad—no, Seamus , since he hardly was her father anymore—and Alex to their scheme and took the first available plane from Jacksonville. Ended up with a six-hour layover in Atlanta, just like everyone else. She was pretty sure that if you died in the South, you’d have a layover in Atlanta before you reached the afterlife. But now, almost fifteen hours later, she was finally home.
    The pyramid had been a hell of a challenge. Complex locks weren’t a problem, but three doors had heavy bars. Lifting a bar by magic felt harder than lifting her own weight. The three reinforced doors had nearly drained her dry, but she had done it. It was over now, and she was living the first day of the rest of her life. Free life.
    Audrey conquered the fallen tree, crossed the clearing, and knocked on the door of Gnome’s house. A rough growl answered. “Come in!”
    Audrey tried the door handle. Locked again. A little test, huh. She put her palm against the keyhole, and the door clicked. Audrey opened the door, wiped her feet on the little rug, and went inside. Gnome sat in his chair. His thick eyebrows furrowed as she approached. Audrey took a seat across from him, reached into her bag, and pulled out a bottle of AleSmith Speedway Stout. She set the bottle on the table.
    “Thank you for feeding Ling for me while I was gone.”
    “No trouble. All she needed was a cup of cat food.” Gnome shrugged his huge shoulders. “The little beast hates me, you know.”
    “No, she’s just weary. She’s been beat up by life,” Audrey said.
    “Haven’t we all?” Gnome took the bottle by the top and turned it, this way and that. “That’s some talent you’ve got there.”
    “It comes in handy.” What was he getting at? If there was a job offer on the end of this conversation, she’d turn it down flat.
    “Did your talent have something to do with this urgent business you left on?”
    Audrey nodded.
    “I thought you got a legal job in the Broken.”
    “I did. It was a special one-time thing. For the family.”
    “Family,