Leon, Alessandro, Cornelius, and I took the north gate. Konstantin insisted on joining us, because, according to him, when Arkan finally knocked on our front door, he wanted to open it and say hello. We hadn’t seen him since last night. We may have seen him and didn’t know it was him, or he may have left. In any case, I couldn’t spare any time to worry about it. Babysitting Russian princes was not on the agenda for today.
Mom positioned herself in her crow’s nest at the main house. From there she had an opportunity to support both sides. Lilian went with her. My mother and Alessandro’s seemed to have found some common ground. Lilian and I hadn’t had an opportunity to really sit and talk, but she told me that her son was lucky, so I hoped it would go well.
Linus insisted on getting his mech out. We’d stored one of them in Grandma Frida’s motor pool since we moved in. None of us could pilot it, and he shouldn’t have piloted it either, not in his current condition. But we couldn’t ignore the possibility that once the fights at the gates broke out, Arkan could sneak some of his people over the walls in random spots. The mech was light and mobile, designed for rapid response, and Linus was hell-bent on using it.
The distant rumble of artillery fire rolled through the morning air. Too quiet to have come from the south gate.
“The PAC is at Connor’s house asking to borrow a cup of sugar,” Bern said into my earpiece.
“Shouldn’t you be drawing?” Leon asked me, mimicking my earlier tone exactly.
I looked at his feet. He glanced down. We were standing in an arcane circle. It would take me seconds to finish it. Grandmother Victoria and I worked on the design until almost midnight. It had to require a bare minimum of power. Neither one of us was happy with the power drain it would take to maintain it, but then we wouldn’t have to keep it up for long.
“Touché,” Leon said.
Cornelius strode into the pavilion. For some reason, the helmet and the vest made him look slightly ridiculous. It just didn’t suit him.
“Something is coming,” he said.
“Define ‘something,’” Leon said.
“Something large.”
“Summoner portal,” Bern said. “Nine hundred meters out from the north gate.”
They were just outside Alessandro’s blast area. As if they knew his range. Hmm.
“The portal has closed. Something is moving through the trees.”
“Something large?” Leon raised his eyebrows.
“Yes. Go to your tower.”
The stone floor under our feet reverberated. Cornelius turned and ran out.
A colossal shape burst from under the trees at the foot of the hill. It was the size of an elephant, its thick lavender hide streaked with purple splotches. No, not splotches, armor, heavy bony plates stretching into spikes. Bony shields covered its broad head, bearing two large horns. It was shaped like a rhino, armored like an ankylosaurus, and it was charging toward us like a bull.
The floor shook.
“Time to mosey.” Leon ran outside.
The beast thundered toward us, three pairs of small eyes gleaming in the skinfolds between the plates on its head.
“Brace!” I yelled and crouched down. I had no idea why I’d done that. It just felt right.
The arcane beast smashed into our gate with a deafening clang. The impact shuddered through the wall. Metal screeched.
I jumped to my feet and ran out onto the patio.
The creature slid to a stop in the parking lot, the wrecked gate stuck on its horns. It shook its head side to side. The gate went flying.
With one hit, it reduced our wall to nothing.
The beast bellowed and tore down the driveway toward the main house.
A short figure walked out from under the oaks and directly into the monster’s path.
The beast bounded forward.
Cornelius raised his hand. His voice snapped in my earpiece. “Stop.”
The dino-rhino braked with all six paws. He slid forward, comically landing on his butt, picked himself up, and trotted toward Cornelius.
“Significant, my foot,” Grandmother Victoria said.
The rhino monster bumped its head against Cornelius’ hand. Its skull was as big as Cornelius himself. Its long, spiked tail wagged.
“Incoming,” Bern said.
I turned around and ran back into the Wedding Cake. Figures were emerging from the trees, running for the gap the beast had created. The four attackers in the front line shimmered behind the aegis shields.
“Good boy,” Cornelius said. “Go get the bad people.”
Arkan’s people were almost on us. I could see them clearly now, dressed in identical tactical grey fatigues, odd helmets on their heads, covering the skull and the ears. Arkan had taken precautions against my siren song.