“Have more lawn clippings,” Catcher said, handing her the drink. “You’re getting hangry again.”
She just growled.
“Although I don’t disagree with the sentiment,” Ethan said, walking over to squeeze Mallory’s shoulder, “we’ve got the complete text now, and two of the best damn sorcerers in the country, if not the world. You can do it, and we are at your disposal.”
It was the Master in him, the leader in him, that filled his voice with confidence. And I hoped he was right.
“In the meantime,” my grandfather said, “is there any chance we can reason with it?” It was precisely the kind of tack he’d prefer. “It can think, communicate, right?”
“We can talk to it,” Catcher said. “But can we change its mind? That seems unlikely, especially if she’s got power over it.”
“And we know the fireball juju doesn’t work,” I said. “So what will?”
“The world’s largest bear trap?” Mallory asked. “Extra-large elephant gun? Freeze ray?”
“Excellent ideas, Wile E. Coyote.”
Mallory growled.
“Maybe you should switch her from kale to chocolate,” I suggested.
“Could we unmanifest him?” Jeff asked. “Turn him back into the Egregore?”
“Even if we could,” Mallory said, “we’d still be left with a very pissed-off Egregore, which puts us back to where we were yesterday—with too much magic in Chicago. We need to eradicate him completely.”
My grandfather’s phone rang, interrupting any follow-up questions.
“I really don’t want you to answer that,” I said, knowing what he’d be called about, what monster was awaiting us again.
“That’s the job,” he said, then rose and walked to a corner, spoke quietly into the phone. And when he came back, his expression was grim. “It’s back.”
• • •
It wasn’t just back. It was perched atop the Water Tower, according to the photos that were already making their way across the Web, from humans who’d been either unlucky enough to be downstairs when the dragon returned, or stupid enough to seek out the dragon so they could take pictures.
It hadn’t been the mayor who’d called my grandfather. It had been Arthur Jacobs, a detective and friend on the force. “Eighty percent of the city has been evacuated,” he said. “The mayor has ordered everyone who remains to shelter in place. The CPD is enforcing that order. She’s handing the ‘situation’ to the Guard.”
; “You think you were there so she could use your power?” my grandfather asked Mallory.
Mallory nodded. “Even with the power sink, she didn’t think she had enough power to manifest the Egregore.” She looked at me, eyes full of emotion. “And Merit was the incentive in case I didn’t play ball.”
I nodded. “She was working that theft magic pretty hard last night.”
She paused, blinked, then looked at me. “Did you Rick-Roll me?”
“Yeah,” I said. “To block out some of her chanting. You were sweating it out pretty bad. Did it help?”
She considered. “I think, yeah, a little.”
“Then sorry, not sorry.”
“So she gathered up all that energy, and waited for her moment to give the Egregore physical form—to manifest it into the dragon,” my grandfather said.
“Yeppers,” Mallory said.
“Magical Trojan horse to Egregore,” Ethan said. “And Egregore to dragon.”
“Pretty much,” Mallory said.