Kiss and Spell

What I did find was a fire escape on the opposite side of the building from the entrance. It was a long way down, but it was a way out, and I couldn’t forget that Owen was still in danger. I watched over the edge for a while, making sure there weren’t any patrols, then I gathered my courage and stepped off the roof onto a fairly rickety metal ladder. These things had to be inspected regularly, right? Elves might own this building, but they’d still have to have a working fire escape, I was sure.



The ladder rattled and creaked alarmingly, but it remained firmly attached to the building. I had to stop and rest with my arm hooked around the ladder every so often because my fingers grew tired and numb from the death grip I had on each rung. When I finally stole a glance at the ground below—which I’d been avoiding doing—it was near enough to be in focus, much to my relief. I came to the end of the ladder and stepped cautiously onto the part that extended to reach the ground. It shot downward so quickly I had to bite back a squeal of fright that surely would have alerted the guards on the other side of the building. Then again, they’d have had to hear it over the pulsing sounds of disco music. In this neighborhood, I figured the guards would have their hands full persuading outsiders that this really wasn’t a nightclub too hot to have a sign advertising it.



After taking a moment to catch my bearings, I ran away from the building. I quickly became acutely aware that this was the real New York, not the sanitized only-in-the-movies version where I’d been imprisoned. The city was generally safer than its public image suggested, but it still wasn’t the sort of place where it was smart for a woman to walk alone at whatever after-dark time it was. It must have been very late—or, rather, early—because the streets were just about deserted.



Now I really wished I had a cell phone. Since everyone else had one, pay phones had become scarce. Not that I had any change for a pay phone. Or money or a MetroCard for the subway. Or keys to my apartment. I was pretty close to Fourteenth Street, so I supposed I could walk home across town and use the phone there to call the office. That was, assuming my roommates were home and would open the door to me—and then not call the police because I’d suddenly returned from having been missing. I wondered how long I’d been gone. The weather didn’t seem too different from when I’d left, and the clothes I’d been wearing in prison were appropriate for the temperature, though I’d have been a lot more comfortable with the coat I’d left in the bookstore when we’d fled.



I reached Fourteenth and was wondering if I could convince a cabbie to take me home and then wait for me to have one of my roommates bring money for the fare when a voice called out, “Is that you, doll? I’ve been following you for blocks.”



I screamed and jumped, terrified that some late-night lecher was taking advantage of my solitude, and then I saw the gargoyle alighting on top of a nearby sign. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Tears of joy sprang to my eyes. “Oh, Sam, thank goodness! I didn’t know what to do or where to go and I have to warn Merlin.” My voice was alarmingly wobbly, sounding like I might burst into tears at any moment.



He hopped over to a street sign closer to me and draped one leathery/stony wing around my shoulders. “There, there, sweetheart,” he crooned in his gravelly voice. “It’s okay. I got you. But where the hell have you been for the last week? We’ve been lookin’ everywhere.”



“A week? That’s all it’s been?” Then I pulled myself together and told him, “We were captured by the elves—all of us, all the ones who’ve gone missing. Owen was with me, and Earl and Perdita were there, too. Dan showed up recently, and I just found Rocky and Rollo. In that warehouse there’s a portal to the elven realms. That’s where they had us, and we were under a spell that made us think we were still in New York, but we didn’t know about magic, and it’s all very complicated. What I need to tell you is that Sylvester’s bringing through an army from the elven realms. At the moment, they’re busy dancing the night away, but I think it could still be a problem. And everyone else is still trapped in the elven lands because they can’t get through the wards to the portal, and Owen’s under attack. He was in trouble when I left, but I had to go.” I stopped, totally out of breath and drained now that I’d accomplished my mission to warn someone.



Sam patted my shoulder and nodded. “Well, it’s okay now, doll. Lemme call this one in, and then we’ll get you to a safe place.” He reached up a clawed hand to tap his ear, then gave a rapid-fire series of orders. I was so relieved and exhausted that I didn’t even register what he said. I was too focused on what I’d managed to do and what there still was to do. I couldn’t forget the last glimpse I’d had of Owen under attack.