Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [622]
“Your honor,” I said, turning only enough to give them my face but keeping most of me in Micah’s arms. The warmth and pulse of him helped me think. The whispers of the dead couldn’t push past the life of him. He had become my shield. “Your honor, I would love it if you would stop the arguing and let me raise Mr. Rose from the dead. But if that isn’t possible, can I at least put up the circle of protection? Mr. Salvia will still be able to question me, but I will not have to cling to Mr. Callahan quite so tightly.”
Micah whispered, “Aww.”
It made me smile, which probably didn’t help convince the judge I was serious, but it made me feel better.
“What does a protective circle have to do with why you are clinging to Mr. Callahan?” the judge asked.
“It’s hard to explain.”
“No one here is too terribly stupid, Marshal. Try us.” Maybe the judge was also getting impatient with everybody.
“The dead are crowding me. Burying myself against my assistant helps remind me of the living.”
“But you are alive, Marshal. Isn’t that enough?”
“Apparently not, your honor.”
“I have no objection to you putting up your circle of protection, Marshal.”
“I object,” Salvia said.
“On what grounds?” the judge asked.
“It is only another ploy to rush these proceedings.”
The judge sighed loud enough for all of us to hear it. “Mr. Salvia, I think these proceedings have been delayed enough tonight. We are all past worrying about them being rushed.” He looked at the watch on his wrist, one of those timepieces with glowing hands. “It is now after three in the morning. If we do not hurry this along, dawn will get here before the marshal gets to do her job. And we will have all wasted our night for nothing.” The judge looked at me. “Raise your circle, Marshal.”
The bag was on the ground where Micah had dropped it when he grabbed for me. I let loose of him enough to kneel by it. The moment I wasn’t pressed against him, that breathing, whispering presence was stronger. I was gaining strength from the dead, but they were also gaining something from me. I didn’t understand entirely what that something was, but we needed to stop it. The circle would do that.
The only thing we needed for the circle was the machete. I pulled it out, and the moment the blade bared in the moonlight, people gasped. I guess it was a big blade, but I liked big blades.
I laid the machete on top of the gym bag and shrugged out of the suit jacket. Micah took it from me without being asked. He’d never actually helped me at a zombie raising. I realized that when I’d told the lawyers and agents what was about to happen, I’d been telling him, too. Funny, he was such a big piece of my everyday life that I had forgotten that this other big piece was something he’d never seen. Did I take Micah for granted? I hoped not.
Removing the suit jacket had left my shoulder holster and gun very naked. With normal clients I might have kept the jacket on, because guns spooked people, but the clients were the FBI—they were okay around guns. Besides, the jacket was new and I didn’t want to get blood on it. I should have been cold in the autumn night, but the air was too full of magic. Since I was dealing with the dead the magic should have been cool, but tonight it was warm. Warm the way almost all other magic is warm.
Salvia said, “Do you need a gun to raise the dead?”
I guess even when working for the FBI there are still civilians to placate. I gave Salvia a look and couldn’t quite make it friendly. “I’m a federal marshal and a vampire executioner, Mr. Salvia. I don’t go anywhere unarmed.”
I picked up the machete in my right hand and was holding out my other arm when Micah grabbed my right wrist.
I looked at him. “What are you doing?” I asked, and I couldn’t keep the