8

A couple of hours later we decided to give up. There were no real results on the APB yet, and we were all hungry. Clara was resting and we reconvened at Mike’s place with Chinese takeout.

“Okay. Seb, I can’t take on three fire giants on my own and neither can you,” I said over the debris.

“So…”

Kanesha shrugged. “Maybe we could get an angel or two to help. We can’t ask Freya while the Anansi thing’s still outstanding.”

As if that was a cue I felt a sudden shudder in reality. “Oh crap. Not now.”

“Anansi?” she asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know what he did this time, but…”

“Okay. I will find an angel or two,” Seb said, grimly. “And I will track them down. You deal with Anansi. It’s more important.”

I didn’t want to let him try to handle this without somebody to keep a leash on him. He was right, though. Anansi was more important.

That shudder in reality wasn’t ghosts getting out, though. I wasn’t sure what it was. It didn’t seem to have any immediate effect.

“I don’t know that I can deal with Anansi. It might be better to focus on beating up fire giants.”

Kanesha was sneaking prawn crackers under the table to the fyrhund. “She might be right.”

“We…”

I shook my head. “Seb. I know I’m right. Whatever Anansi just did, I can’t do anything about it until I know what it is. My sister’s on the case. My father’s on the case. Coyote’s on the case. Thruor’s on the case. They don’t need me.”

Persephone certainly hadn’t shown any sign of needing me. They could handle it. But the feeling of dread in my stomach grew.
Whatever Anansi had done, it was bad. It was very bad indeed. And I had no idea what it was or how to stop it.

It wasn’t just that I thought the fire giant thing would be easier.

It was that without something else to focus on I might go crazy thinking about a problem I couldn’t solve.

Or could I? Maybe once I knew what he’d done I’d have some ideas. In the mean time, there was vengeance.

No.

There was stopping them doing it to any other witches.