Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance

that had been using an artificial shield because no way were mine up to this kind of stress. I’d almost gotten myself killed, and that had been without a war mage to incapacitate—one who I couldn’t knock out, even were that physically possible, because then his shields would go and we’d both die. The same was true if Pritkin’s “distraction” made him lose his concentration.
    “Tell me, in your head, do these plans actually sound like they’re going to work?” I asked.
    Richardson made a huffing sound that might have been a laugh. “Just do it!” Pritkin snapped.
    I ignored him. I wasn’t going to risk getting fried if we were going to MAGIC. Because, yes, it was the mages’ stronghold, but it also happened to be the vampires’. And while the Consul didn’t like me much, she saw me as a potentially useful tool—and in vamp terms, that was better than affection. By now, Casanova would have informed the Senate that I’d been taken, and none of them was exactly slow on the uptake. Richardson might get more than he bargained for when we arrived at MAGIC.
    Since I couldn’t very well tell Pritkin that without also alerting Richardson, I used the time to begin calculating what the Consul was going to demand for saving my life. No way was I getting this for free, even if it benefited her, too. That wasn’t how the game was played.
    A few moments later, Richardson started maneuvering us toward the side of the line again. I braced myself for what was usually the bumpiest part of the ride, which turned out to be a good thing. Because we hadn’t even started to exit when something smashed into his shields, shuddering them all around us.
    For a split second I thought it was another flare until a weirdly distorted face appeared in front of me. It was bathed in jumping blue light, like a photograph taken underwater, and was squashed into the mage’s shields as if pressed against a glass bubble. But the wild blond hair and furious green eyes were the same as ever.
    Shit.
    The mage stared at Pritkin for a startled second, apparently as shocked as I was, and then he scowled and jerked us hard to the left. We bounced off a thick band of power running along the side of the line and ricocheted back the other way. As we passed Pritkin, who was trying to pull up from a dive toward where we had just been, Richardson threw a spell that exploded against my partner’s shields like a bomb blast.
    I screamed, knowing what it meant if Pritkin’s shields failed. But before the blast even cleared, he plowed into us again, hard enough to almost force us out of the line. Unfortunately, Richardson recovered quickly and hit back, bouncing Pritkin’s bubble of protection so far into the distance that it was lost from sight among the jumping blue maelstrom.
    “Pritkin! Get out of here!” I yelled, the need for subtlety over. I received no reply. I really hoped that, for once, he’d been sensible and retreated. He was at a serious disadvantage otherwise. He couldn’t hit Richardson hard enough to risk rupturing his shields and killing us both, but the mage could attack him with impunity.
    Make that mages. A flicker of movement caught my eye and I glanced behind us to see a dozen or more ripples in the energy stream, like sharks slicing through water. And off to the left, something dark appeared against all that jumping color. I deliberately didn’t look directly at it in case I tipped Richardson off. He didn’t see it, but apparently one of the mages following us did. A bolt of energy—red instead of blue—flashed past to explode against Pritkin’s shields.
    “No!” Richardson yelled. “Not inside the line!”
    Nobody paid him any attention. Two more bursts screamed by us moments later, barely missing Pritkin, who dodged out of the way at the last second. Leaving the spells to burst against the river of power below.
    I didn’t see what they did—we were moving too fast and were almost immediately beyond them—but I felt