“I didn’t use to!”

Anne fed Hermes while I (reluctantly) got in touch with Caldera. I wasn’t looking forward to the conversation, so I put the story in an e-mail in the slim hope that that way I wouldn’t have to tell her face to face. With that done, we settled down to breakfast.

I suppose if you’re not used to how my life works, the way I was acting probably seems pretty weird. I’d just had someone try to kill me and my response had been to call my friends over for dinner. If this had been some episode of a TV series, we’d have spent the night racing around interrogating people, having dramatic adventures, and trying to find the suspect in forty-five minutes plus commercial breaks.

There were two reasons I wasn’t doing that. First, on a strategic level, that’s not how conflicts between mages work. If you’re trying to catch a mage, the rule of thumb is that once he breaks contact, you’ve got one to five minutes to find him. After that, he’s gone. He’ll have gated away, and you’re not going to track him down without serious effort. Realistically, there wasn’t anything I, Anne, Luna, or Vari could have done to find my would-be assassin, and given what had happened last time, finding him probably wasn’t even that smart an idea in the first place. Caldera was the one with the resources to track him, and since that wasn’t going to happen quickly, it made more sense to get a good night’s sleep before calling her in.

The second reason was much simpler: I’d needed to recover. Having someone come that close to killing you is traumatic, especially when you hadn’t had time to prepare. I’d been in a state of mild shock last night, and all of the others had known it. That was why Luna and Vari had dropped everything to come over, and why Anne had stayed the night. I’ve been in this kind of situation enough times to know that when something like this happens to you, the best thing to do is hole up somewhere safe, try to relax, and spend your time doing safe, everyday things, like arguing about what to feed a blink fox. Soon Caldera would arrive and everything would start moving, and before long I’d probably be in danger again. But for now, we could rest.

“How’s the healing business going?” I asked Anne.

“It still feels weird thinking of it like that,” Anne said. “It’s okay, I think. I’m making enough money. Actually more than enough. But it still feels awkward charging people.”

“I thought you were only charging the ones who could afford it.”

“I am . . . well, I guess I’m not really the entrepreneur type. Though they do seem to treat me better than when I did it for free.”

“I noticed that too,” I said. “Back when I first took over the shop, I tried giving stuff away. Never seemed to turn out that well. I think people value something more if they pay for it.” I paused. “Are you still seeing Dr. Shirland?”