The Belial Ring (The Belial Series 3)

by R. D. Brady

  Panic surged through her and she sat straight up, grabbing Jen’s hand. “Kati. Where’s Kati?”

  Jen squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. She’s safe. I hid her away, with a cell phone. She called security. Henry’s men have already reached her. They’re bringing her back to the estate.”

  The panic slowed, but didn’t completely dissipate. As long as Kati was around her, she was in danger. “I want her, Max, and Danny in Dom’s shelter until this is over. My uncle too, as soon as he gets back.”

  “When we get there, we’ll see—” Henry said.

  Laney’s voice whipped out. “No. We will not ‘see.’ They need to be protected.”

  She looked over at Jen and caught Henry’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “The humans involved in this mess are dying. I need to know they’re safe. These guys are going to keep coming for me, and no one else is going to die.”

  Even as the words left her mouth, Laney knew she had just crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. She’d just broken the world into two categories: humans and non-humans. And Henry and Jen were in the non-human category.

  With a shock, though, she realized: so was she.

  And right now, the humans needed to be protected.

  Henry nodded. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.”

  Laney turned to look out the window, her hands curled into fists. Rocky’s blood was on her shirt, on her hands. The damn ring was covered too.

  She swallowed down the bile that tried to rise. She didn’t want this destiny. Not at this cost. It was too steep a price.

  Henry drove through the gates and they closed behind him. It appeared that double the usual number of guards were on duty, and they were all armed to the teeth. Laney noticed the anti-aircraft Stinger missiles system had also been raised.

  Henry had had the defense system installed after the helicopter attack last year.

  It was illegal for any private citizen to have such a weapon system.

  Apparently, Henry no longer gave a damn who knew about it. He wasn’t taking any chances.

  Laney struggled to rein in the emotions swirling inside of her. She took a deep breath. “Drop me at my cottage, please.”

  Henry glanced back at her. “Laney, I think it would be better—”

  “Henry, I need some time. My cottage, please.”

  Henry nodded, and a minute later, he pulled up in front of her place. Jen started to get out of the car.

  Laney shook her head. “I—” She swallowed. “I just need a little time alone.”

  Jen looked at Henry, who shook his head. She turned back to Laney. “I know. But you can’t be alone right now. It’s not safe. But I’ll stay back.”

  Laney wanted to argue, but she knew it was futile. They were right. “Okay.” She climbed out of the car.

  Laney watched the car drive off and turn onto the main drive. She turned to look at her little house. She pictured Jake sitting on the porch. His spirit was everywhere.

  Memories of Rocky warred with memories of Jake. Laney felt like she was choking on them.

  Jen stood silent behind her, letting her have her moment.

  Taking a deep breath, Laney looked at Jen. “Could you—Would you—” She sighed. “I’m going to go in alone, okay?”

  Jen followed Laney up onto the porch. “I’ll stay here. Do what you need to do.”

  Laney nodded and went inside. Closing the door behind her, she hurried down the hall and through the small kitchen to the back of the house.

  She tensed as she eased the back door open. She didn’t like deceiving Jen, but she needed some space. She needed to be alone.

  Silently, she slipped out the back door and down the steps. She crossed out the back gate, walking up the hill that bordered her yard.

  At the top of the hill, Laney began to pick up the pace. Before she knew it, she was flat-out sprinting. She flew over the grass. Her feet pounded the ground.

  Images of Jake and Rocky in death assaulted her with each step. Her breaths came out in pants; her legs and arms felt leaden.

  Gasping, she came to the crest of the hill above the field of mammoth sunflowers. They were all dead. Giant fallen stalks lay on top of one another. Not a sign of life was left. Numb, Laney pushed her way among the tall plants on trembling legs.

  She searched the field, looking for the center, the place where she and Jake had picnicked months ago.

  Frantic, she pushed stalks aside. Where is it? Where is it?

  Finally she found it, although the stalks had almost completely buried it. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling Jake’s touch. She pictured his eyes, his mouth.

  She could have sworn she heard Rocky’s laughter, felt her arm around her shoulder. Then the images of them in death returned.

  And Laney screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat was raw and she had no breath.

  CHAPTER 69

  Cairo, Egypt

  Patrick collected Laney’s and Jake’s bags and carried them down to the foyer. They were leaving for the airport in a few minutes.

  He was trying to keep himself busy by checking to make sure nothing had been left behind. He dropped the bags next to the front door.

  Victoria walked down the stairs and gave him a small nod.

  Her phone rang and she answered it. “Henry? How are you? How’s Laney?” Victoria gasped, reaching out a trembling hand for the bannister.

  Patrick moved toward her. His heart pounded. Oh God no.

  Victoria sank heavily to the stairs, tears in her eyes. “Yes, I’ll tell him.” She disconnected the call.

  Patrick knelt down in front of her, his chest tight, his legs on the edge of collapse. “Is it Laney?”

  Victoria grasped his hand, shaking her head. “No, Patrick, no. She’s fine.”

  Relief washed through him. Thank God.

  Victoria squeezed his hand. Her chin trembled. “But there was another attack. Rochelle is dead.”

  Patrick sat down before his legs gave out. Rocky had been a constant fixture in Laney and Kati’s home. She had such a strong spirit. It was impossible to believe she was gone, too. “What happened?”

  Victoria’s face was pale, her eyes empty. She sounded like a ghost. “They were ambushed on the way home from the airport. Rocky saved Laney.”

  Patrick closed his eyes, feeling the new grief wash over him. “Who else?” He cleared his throat. “Who else was there?”

  Victoria looked up. “Laney, Rocky, Jen, and Kati.”

  “Oh dear God.” Patrick’s hand flew to his throat. “How are the rest of them?”

  “Alive but shaken. Very shaken.”

  Patrick pictured Rocky sitting at Laney’s table, beating him at Scrabble. He looked at Victoria, knowing this new grief on top of Jake’s death would be Laney’s undoing. “We have to tell Laney. Rocky’s death on top of—” He cut off.

  Grief rolled through him, stealing his voice. Getting his emotions under control, he said, “We have to tell her.”

  Victoria grabbed his hand, her eyes swimming in tears. “We can’t. Not yet. It might not work. Please, Patrick.”

  Patrick grasped her shaking hand. He hesitated for only a moment before pulling her into a hug. He felt her sobs as she wept quietly into his shoulder.

  Patrick stared up at the ceiling, tears swimming in his eyes as well. He prayed the same words he’d prayed when Laney was kidnapped, back when this all began.

  Dear God, please keep her safe.

  CHAPTER 70

  Baltimore, Maryland

  Laney didn’t know how long she’d stayed in the field. She remembered crashing to her knees at one point. The next thing she knew, she was waking up, and Jen was sitting next to her, waiting.

  She looked up at Jen, her throat aching. “They’re gone, Jen.”

  Jen pushed Laney’s hair from her face. She reached down and gently pulled Laney to her feet. “I know, honey. Come on.”

  Laney didn’t fight her. Jen slung Laney’s arm around her shoulder and
practically carried her back to the cottage.

  At the house, she led Laney upstairs and turned on the shower for her. Before leaving her alone, she leaned over and kissed Laney on the forehead. “Get undressed and hop in. I’ll go grab you some clothes.”

  Laney did as she was ordered, not having the strength to think for herself. She let the water run down her body. Closing her eyes, she allowed the heat to chase away some of the cold that had seeped into her bones.

  It was a while before she realized the water had gone cold. She turned it off and stood staring at the wall, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next. The simplest of tasks seemed incredibly complex right now.

  Finally, she stepped out, drying herself off and pulling on the clothes Jen had left for her. When she opened the door, Jen was just outside. Jen opened her arms and Laney walked into them.

  The wave of grief shattered over her again. Laney sobbed and sobbed, feeling like her heart had been smashed into pieces.

  Grief stabbed at her like a weapon, slicing away her happiness, her comfort, her future. And guilt ate at her. Because she knew, down deep, that Jake and Rocky were dead because of her.

  Me and my damn destiny. She as good as killed them herself.

  Jen led her into her room, tucked Laney in bed, and then crawled onto the bed next to her. She rubbed Laney’s back. “It’ll be okay, Laney. It’ll be okay.”

  Laney wanted to believe her. She wanted to cling to Jen’s words. But she knew it was a lie. It was never going to be okay again.

  CHAPTER 71

  When Laney woke, daylight streamed in through the blinds. She stayed quiet, not wanting to let Jen know she was awake. Jen had been constantly by her side through the night, and Laney had needed her. But right now she needed to be alone.

  Memories of Jake ran like a film through her mind. She slammed her fist into the pillow. How could he be gone? She remembered last year when she and Jake had taken a break, both of them unsure how to say what they really wanted.

  How could she have been so stupid, taking time off from him? Why had she wasted their time together? Why hadn’t she just told him how she felt?

  It had been obvious to her from almost the moment she met him. She trusted him. She loved him.

  But those feelings had been new and frightening.

  And that was what had really led to their break. Fear. She’d been afraid of what she felt—so she had shied away from fighting for him, fighting for them. So stupid.

  And now he was gone. There was no more time for them.

  Rocky’s face, her hand going limp, flashed through Laney’s mind. Laney felt like it was happening all over again. She lowered her face into her pillow, thinking she was too exhausted to cry, but the tears came anyway.

  The hole in her chest was still there. It felt like it was the size of a canyon.

  She glanced at the clock. 8:47 a.m. She’d been home for less than twenty-four hours, yet it felt like it had been a lifetime. She sat up, feeling an ache in her back.

  She immediately spotted the ring, sitting on her bedside table. Jen must have cleaned it and put it there.

  Laney glared at the thing, hating the sight of it. Her damn destiny. Her being the destined one was what had gotten Jake killed, Rocky killed—hell, years ago it had even gotten Kati’s husband killed.

  Right now, she would be happy if she never saw the damn thing again.

  There was a knock at her door. Jen peeked her head in. “Hey.”

  Laney swallowed, but her voice still sounded raspy. “Hey.”

  “I’d ask how you’re doing, but I’m guessing that’s a pretty stupid question right now.”

  Laney tried to smile but failed. “Yeah.”

  “Well, I thought you should know that Henry’s meeting with that agent from the SIA this morning at nine.”

  Laney struggled think through the molasses in her mind. “What? Clark? Why?”

  Jen sat on the edge of Laney’s bed. “We didn’t tell you before. You had enough going on. Clark’s the one who sent the Egyptian SIA to help you. Which meant he knew about the attack somehow. Henry wants to know how.”

  Laney couldn’t believe her own stupidity. Why hadn’t she wondered how the SIA had shown up just in time?

  The bullet hole in Jake’s forehead flashed through her mind. But this time it was anger that boiled up, not grief. “Clark knew? He knew we were going to be attacked?”

  Jen nodded. “That’s what it looks like.”

  Laney threw off the covers and yanked the ring off the side table. That bastard.

  CHAPTER 72

  Laney took the stairs to Henry’s office two at a time. It was 9:03. They were late.

  Jen kept pace with her. “Laney, you need to calm down. I know you’re angry, but it’s not going to help you get any answers.”

  Laney whirled on her and Jen backed up a step. “He knew. Jake would be alive if he’d told us. Rocky would be alive. But he didn’t. He’s holding back and people are getting killed.”

  Laney continued up the stairs, Jen following her. Part of her brain knew Jen was right, but she couldn’t hold back her anger. It was like a never-ending tide. Reaching the landing in front of Henry’s office, she barely spared a glance at the woman who sat on the couch outside Henry’s door.

  Laney stopped at the double doors and took a deep breath. Rocky’s and Jake’s faces flashed through her mind. She pushed the doors open.

  Clark sat in one of the leather chairs in front of Henry’s desk. Henry shot to his feet as soon as Laney appeared. He came around the desk toward her, his eyes wide. “Laney? Are you all right?”

  Laney held up her hand to stop Henry from reaching her. She walked around him and positioned herself directly in front of Clark.

  Clark stood. “Dr. McPhearson, I am so sorry for the loss of Mr. Rogan and Ms. Martinez.”

  Laney narrowed her eyes. “Are you?”

  “Of course. I only wished we’d been able to get—”

  Laney threw a right cross at his face.

  Clark dodged it with superhuman speed, leaping five feet away.

  Laney went still. “You’re a Fallen.”

  CHAPTER 73

  Laney’s heartbeat raced as she studied Agent Clark by the windows. All this time, he’d never told them what he was. He’d leapt out of the way of Laney’s punch with superhuman speed. If he were a nephilim, Jen and Henry would have felt a connection to him. Which meant there was only one possibility: he was a Fallen.

  In a blur, Jen and Henry were on either side of him, just out of his reach.

  Clark looked over at Jen. “Interesting. We’d heard you didn’t reveal your abilities.”

  “Only when someone I care about is threatened,” Jen replied, her eyes cold.

  Clark nodded, putting up his hands and looking at Laney. “I’m not a threat. I told you before that the SIA has Fallen working for them. I just failed to mention that I was one of them.”

  “I think it’s time you placed all your cards on the table, Clark,” Henry growled.

  Clark nodded, his hands up. “Agreed. Can we all sit?”

  Henry looked to Laney. “Your call.”

  Laney gave an abrupt nod, still reeling from learning of Clark’s true nature. The surprise had taken the edge off her anger, but it was still there, boiling just beneath the surface.

  Laney walked over to the couch, slipped the ring from her pocket, and placed it on her finger. At the ambush, when she put the ring on, she thought she’d been able to control that Fallen, at least a little. Although she really had no idea how she’d done that. Still, better safe than sorry.

  Apparently, Jen and Henry had the same idea. They each pulled over a chair, positioning them so they were in front of Laney and slightly to the side. Enough space for Laney to see, but also close enough that they could guard her if necessary.

  Clark didn’t quite manage to hide his smile at the precautions. He turned his own chair around so it was facing them. “Okay. So wher
e should we start?”

  “How about with how a Fallen ends up working for the SIA?” Henry asked.

  Clark nodded. “All right. I discovered my abilities when I was eleven. I was beyond amazed. My parents both knew I had them. They were worried about what would happen if someone found out, so they taught me to always be on guard. But one day—someone found out. I’m still not sure who or how.”

  “What happened?” Laney asked.

  “I came home from college and there was a man sitting in my kitchen. My parents were still at work. He told me there were more people out there like me. And he showed me what he could do. He said he had a place where I could go, where I’d feel accepted for who I was. What he didn’t realize was that I already had that place. My parents had always made me feel loved and accepted. I told him that. He smiled and left.” Clark paused. “Two days later, my parents were dead. The man showed up again two weeks after their funeral, and asked if I still had a place where I felt accepted.”

  The brutality of the act stunned Laney. Sympathy tried to overwhelm her rage. She kept it in check. “What did you do?”

  Clark shrugged. “I tried to kill him. Of course, I failed. I didn’t know much about my abilities, and I certainly didn’t know how to kill someone else like me. Then the man disappeared. I spent the next few years looking into people like me, trying to find a way to kill that man, if I ever saw him again. SIA learned about my research and looked me up. The rest, as they say, is history.”

  In spite of herself, Laney felt compassion for him. But she hardened herself against it. Even if he’d had a rough time of it, that didn’t mean he hadn’t used the Egypt situation to his advantage. After all, she did have the ring.

  “What about Egypt?” Henry asked.

  Clark sighed. “What I’m about to tell you can’t go beyond this room. Lives are at stake if any of this information leaks.”

  Laney nodded, and noticed Henry and Jen do the same.