Into the Woods by Kim Harrison Read Free Book Online Page B

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    I shoved the flier into a pocket and took a deep breath. Being pretty shouldn’t make you a target. If they didn’t find her tonight, she probably wouldn’t be alive if and when they did. I wasn’t the only one using the power of the solstice to work strong magic, and it made me sick.
    A familiar figure captured my attention, and I smiled at Robbie in his new long coat. He had a hesitant, stop-and-go motion through the crowd as he tried not to bump anyone with the hot drinks. Besides the new coat, he now sported a thick wool hat, scarf, and a pair of matching mittens that my mom had made for him for the solstice. He was still in his thin shoes, though, and his face was red with cold.
    “Thanks,” I said when Robbie shuffled to a halt and handed me a paper and wax cup.
    “Good God it’s cold out here,” he said, setting his cup beside me on the planter and jamming his mittened hands into his armpits.
    I scooted closer to him, jostled by some guy. “You’ve been gone too long. Wimp.”
    “Brat.”
    A man in an orange security vest drifted past, the way opening for him like magic. I busied myself with my drink, not looking at him as the warm milk and chocolate slid down. The bottle of potion felt heavy in my pocket, like a guilty secret. “I forgot tapping into the communal will was illegal,” I whispered.
    Robbie guffawed, taking the top off his drink and eyeing me with his bird-bright eyes brilliant green in the strong electric lights that made the square bright as noon. “You want to go home?” he taunted. “Come to Portland with me right now? It’s freaking warmer.”
    He was getting me in trouble, but that’s what he did. He usually got me out of it, too. Usually. “I want to talk to Dad,” I said, wiggling my toes to feel how cold they were.
    “All right then.” He sipped his drink, turning to shield me from a gust of snow and wind that sent the crowd into loud exclamations. “Are you ready?”
    I eyed him in surprise. “I thought we’d find a nearby alley or something.”
    “The closer, the better. The more energy you can suck in, the longer the magic will last.”
    There was that, but a noise of disbelief came from me. “You really think no one’s going to notice a ghost taking shape?” It suddenly hit me I was stirring a white charm in a banned area to get into the I.S. This will look really good on my employment essay.
    Robbie gazed over the shorter people to the nearby circle. “I think you’ll be all right. He’s not going to be that substantial. And that’s assuming you do it right,” he added, teasing.
    “Shut up,” I said dryly, and I would’ve bobbed him but that he was drinking his hot chocolate.
    Marilyn Manson finished his . . . really odd version of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and the people surrounding the stage screamed for more.
    “They’re drawing names,” Robbie said, watching the circle instead of the stage.
    Excitement slithered through me, and as the crowd pressed closer, I levered myself back up onto the planter wall. No one would make me leave now for standing on it. Robbie moved so I could steady myself against his shoulder, and from the new vantage point, I watched the last of the names pulled from the informal cardboard box. I held my breath, both wanting to hear my name blared from the loudspeaker and dreading it.
    Another man with a city event vest put his head together with an official-looking woman with white earmuffs. The two spoke for a moment, her head bobbing. Then she took the wad of names and strode to the stage where Marilyn was blowing kisses and showing off his legs in black tights. The crowd turned like schooling fish, the noise growing as a path parted for her.
    “Can you see?” Robbie asked, and I nodded, bumping my knee against his back.
    A wave of expectation grew to make my fingertips tingle. With my back to that huge rock and high above everyone, I had a great view, and I watched the woman stand at the stage and peer up