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headed to the counter and handed Jason the invoice for his morning’s service call.
    Jason scanned the paper, putting his phone away. As he scribbled his initials on the paper, he absently said, “Eileen can’t make it today, which is just as well. I don’t think I have time for lunch. So how did the session go?”
    “About as good as you would hope. The woman has a number of catchalls attached to her. I removed as many as I could, but she’s going to need a couple more sessions, and then she’s going to have to learn how to ward against them. I don’t foresee that going well, given she lives in a nest of toxic people. Fury, you might cadge a job out of her by clearing her house. If you can clean out the energy there, she might have a chance to set up boundaries and wards.”
    “Give me her number and I’ll call her,” I said as my phone signaled a text message. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. Hecate.
    Get Your Ass Over Here Now.
    I glanced over at Jason, grimacing. “I just got summoned. I think she’s pissed. I just hope I’m not the cause of it. I’d better get it over with.”
    Jason nodded. “Let me know how it goes. If you have the time, I think I can book you a couple readings for this afternoon. And Kae—” He paused, then flashed me a smile. “Good luck.”
    “Thanks. I think I’m going to need it. Something has her in a snit.” I headed out the door, suddenly wishing for a flurry of young women looking for husbands to give me an excuse to avoid the coming meeting.

Chapter 4

     
    Seattle occupied a wide spot on the inlet, sprawling between the mountains and the Pacific Sound, which came in off the ocean. Unlike a number of cities around the world, Seattle had managed to stand during the Weather Wars. Even though it had taken a beating, over the centuries it had rebounded.
    The city planners wanted to preserve the delicate balance that had evolved. Smooth metal and glass met marble and fresco in a mashup of futuristic and ancient design—at least in the upper-crust areas. Darktown was still filled with the rubble that had come in on Gaia’s wrath and had been written off, along with the Trips, the Sandspit, the Junk Yard, and the Bogs.
    But even through the rubble, Seattle—like other world cities of its type: New London, Elder Moon, Bifrost, Paris, and Black Forest—had become a thriving center of culture and community.
    When I needed to meet with Hecate, I headed toward the Peninsula of the Gods, better known as the PotG .
    The Peninsula of the Gods was located near the southwestern edge of the inlet, primarily to assuage the priests who worshipped the water deities. The planners were smart. The placement also tended to keep any magical pyrotechnics away from the central city, should neighboring temples get into a skirmish. Pantheons were grouped to avoid conflict. As a proverb went, When dealing with the gods, one deals with danger . The Convocation of Gods had done their best to iron out treaties and codes of conduct among themselves.
    The PotG occupied several miles of paved land rectangular in shape and tiered on all sides like rice paddies. Each temple had green space around it for gardens. The entire sector reminded me of a series of mini-parks surrounding gleaming structures. Or at least, most of the temples gleamed. Some were formed of marble, others carved from giant blocks of granite, others were chrome and glass, but they all housed the emissaries of the gods.
    The tiers were wide and steep, but flight after flight of staircases were interspersed between the temples, descending through the tiers. Spacious moving sidewalks ran in long ovals, circling each tier. On all four sides of the Peninsula of the Gods, mini-malls containing food courts, restrooms, and elevators offered supplicants a place to eat, rest, and access—an important factor for those who couldn’t manage the stairs.
    At the bottom, a center pond caught the runoff from rain that trickled down through