Derrick himself stood behind a grand mahogany desk, its surface coated in papers and maps and weapons. He was tall, commanding, his Mohawked hair burnt-red and his skin traced with scars.
“I didn’t mean to—” Tenn began, but Derrick cut him off.
“What do you mean, you didn’t mean to?” He stepped around the desk, hands clenched tight into fists. Small sparks flickered around his skin. “I felt your fucking magic all the way out here!”
Tenn wasn’t about to point out that none of them should be using magic and that Derrick was betraying his own orders, but he knew that the amount Derrick channeled wasn’t enough to give them away, and, frankly, Tenn didn’t think Derrick would appreciate the reminder.
“We were surrounded,” he said, lowering his eyes. “There were dozens of kravens. We wouldn’t have made it.”
“Then you should have died.”
Derrick’s voice was so terse, so fully void of emotion, that Tenn barely realized it sounded more like a command than anything else. It was a stab in the gut. Water churned over. You should have died, you should have died—your life is worth nothing, and neither is your death.
“I meant to,” he said. His words sounded small. “But Water took over.”
“The Spheres don’t control you. You control the Spheres.”
It was ironic, seeing as Fire users were notorious for the tempers their chosen Sphere gave them. But it was a phrase they’d all learned during training. It might not be true, but the meaning was clear: you didn’t give in. Ever.
“Not this time,” Tenn said. He looked up then, just in time to see something new flicker across Derrick’s features. Fear. “Water took over. It... I don’t know. It killed them. Every last one.”
“You aren’t that powerful,” Derrick said, his voice muted. It wasn’t a dig; it was fact.
Tenn didn’t have anything to say to that.
“I should have you killed for this,” Derrick said. He stood up straighter, as though taking more control of himself and the situation. “You jeopardized the safety of everyone in this troop. Because of you, we have lost the element of surprise.”
This outpost has been here for over a year. We lost that element a long time ago. But Tenn didn’t say that. Of course he didn’t say that. Outposts always changed locations. Keeping one in place had been a new tactic, decided by the higher-ups of Outer Chicago itself. If it was expected that base locations changed, having one stay put would be a surprise to the necromancers and the Howls. So long as it kept a low profile. So long as it wasn’t compromised.
“I’m sorry,” Tenn said.
“Tell that to your comrades who are going to die tomorrow.”
Tenn’s eyes shot up.
“Tomorrow?”
Derrick turned and walked back toward the desk.
“Our scouts have spotted them. The armies are moving. They will be here by sunrise.”
A lump of dread twisted in Tenn’s stomach.
“We need every fighter we have,” Derrick continued. “So I won’t kill you. Not tonight. I’ll let the necromancers do that in the morning.”
There wasn’t the slightest hint of humor or mockery in Derrick’s voice.
Tenn bowed his head and turned from the room.
It wasn’t until he was halfway down the stairs that he realized he hadn’t even mentioned that Michael was dead.
It didn’t matter. In the morning, thanks to him, they all would be.
THE RAIN TURNED to a drizzle as the night bore on. Tenn stood on the hotel roof, watching water pool and stream below. The hotel offered the best view in town—quite literally—and without magic to guide their sight, they needed all the vantage they could get. There was a small, guttering torch on the ground, the only source of light in the darkness. Beyond, everything was dark and sifting and slick with rain.
He knew that Derrick hadn’t sent him up here out of necessity. He was up here for punishment. Far from the glory of battle. And, being so high up, he’d be the first thing the necromancers could target.
Tenn turned at the sound of footsteps. Katherine. She’d been chosen as the other lookout, probably on some sort of probation because of him. He wondered if this was the worst of her punishment for not killing him in the field.
“We need to talk,” she said.
He didn’t answer, just tightened his grip on his staff and stared out into the dark. His stomach flipped over, and once more the thought flickered through his head, What is wrong with me?
“What happened out there—”
“There’s nothing more to talk about.”
“I wanted to thank you.”
Tenn’s internal tirade silenced. He turned to her. Firelight flickered over her face, but even in the shadows he could feel her eyes trained on him.
“What?”
“You saved my life. You avenged Michael’s death. So...thank you.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face and looked toward the darkness. “Don’t make me say it again.”
“I...”
But there wasn’t anything else for him to say. He hadn’t tried to save them. He hadn’t wanted to save them. Something else had taken control.
She sighed and walked over to the edge of the roof.
“Derrick is an asshole,” she said. She glanced at Tenn. “And I think he’s scared of you.”
He frowned. “What?”
She didn’t look at him, just kept staring out at the shifting rain and shadows.
“Everyone felt it. That much power... Hell, I was there, and even I don’t believe it.” She paused, took a breath. “It should have killed you.”
“I know.”
“What did it feel like?”
It wasn’t the question he expected.
“Honestly...it was terrible. I’ve never felt so much pain.”
She nodded to herself.
“Fire can be like that, sometimes. It burns through you. But it feels good, in a way. All that pain makes you feel alive. Even if it does nearly kill you.”
“Yeah.”
Except it wasn’t like that. Not really. Fire was about rage. Water just felt like drowning in misery. And delighting in it.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. Again, not the question he expected.
“Yeah.” His stomach rumbled with the thought. Derrick had sent him up here immediately after their meeting, and Earth was still ravenous. “Starving.”
“I’ll grab you something from the storeroom. I think they have Twinkies down there.”
She walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
He wanted to ask her something, anything. He wanted to talk, to have someone help him understand how the impossible had happened. Instead, he stayed silent. He knew she wouldn’t have any answers, and he didn’t want her thinking he was crazy as well as dangerous.
She left, the roof door slamming loudly behind her, and he went back to his watch.