Written In Red: A Novel of the Others
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Meg took the razor and closed her eyes. Her free hand moved over her left leg, upper and lower, front and back. Her hand moved to her right leg. Her fingers stuttered just below the knee. Opening her eyes, she laid the razor on the right side of the shin bone, turned her hand, and cut.
Tess watched Meg’s hand shake with the effort to set the razor down with the blade turned away. She watched the girl pale, saw pain in those gray eyes that she found arousing, but there was also trust in those eyes instead of fear. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, kill trust.
“Speak,” Tess said, her voice rough with the effort to deny her own nature. “Speak, prophet, and I will listen.”
Box of sugar lumps. A hand withdrawing. A man’s hand wearing a thin leather glove. A woman’s hand, the nails polished a pretty rose color. A dark winter coat that had nothing distinctive. The sleeve of a woman’s sweater, the color a bright, unfamiliar blue. The ponies rolling on the ground near the barn, screaming and screaming as black snakes burst out of their bellies. Skull and crossbones. Sugar full of black snakes. The ponies screaming. A skeleton in a hooded robe, passing out sweets to children. A skull laughing while children screamed and screamed as the black snakes ripped their way out of those young bellies.
“Hands,” Meg whispered, her strength visibly fading. “Skull and crossbones. Black snakes in the sugar.”
“Your words have been heard, prophet,” Tess whispered. “Rest, now. Rest.”
With a moan that was wantonly sexual, Meg laid back on the floor. Her eyes glazed and her body suddenly had the scent of a different, and enticing, kind of arousal.
“Arrrrooooo!”
Out of time, Tess thought, springing to her feet. She looked at Meg, at the hand towel soaking up blood that continued to flow from the cut. She wasn’t sure how much blood was too much, but she knew what she had to deal with first.
As she pulled open the bathroom door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the sink. Hair the color of blood turning black as the grave. She strode into the back room at the same moment Simon unlocked the outside door, leaping in ahead of Henry and Blair. Nathan squeezed between Henry and Simon, everything in him focused on the blood scent.
“Get out,” Tess snarled. “All of you, get out of this room. Now!”
“Don’t you dare give orders to me!” Simon snarled in reply. His head began changing to Wolf to accommodate the jaws and fangs that would serve him better as weapons.
“Stay out!” Tess said again. Something in her voice must have gotten through to Henry, because he grabbed Nathan by the scruff just as the Wolf launched himself toward the bathroom.
Nathan snapped and snarled, but he couldn’t break Henry’s hold.
“You all have to leave. That goes for you too, vampire,” Tess said as smoke flowed through the open door. If a fight broke out now, someone would die. If one of these males died, the rest would realize what she was, and she would have to leave. She didn’t want to leave. It was rare for her kind to find acceptance, let alone cautious friendship, even among other terra indigene. “Simon, there are things you all need to know, but it’s dangerous for you to be in this room right now. Meg needs tending. Let me help her.”
His eyes were red with flickers of gold, a sign he was insanely furious.
“You can do this?” Henry asked, his voice a quiet rumble.
Tess nodded. “She asked me to come and hear the prophecy. She asked for my help. Let me finish helping her.”
“There must be something we can do,” Henry said.
She started to deny it, then realized it was an order—and she realized why. Simon was snarling, almost vibrating with rage. Maybe it was the scent of blood pushing the Wolf, maybe it was because he, too, valued friendship. One of his pack was hurt, and because Meg wasn’t a Wolf, he didn’t know what to do.
“Fetch a pillow and a couple of blankets,” she said. “And not ones that stink of those other humans.” She wasn’t sure if Asia’s scent would matter to Meg, but it mattered to her. “There’s a wheelchair in the bodywalker’s office. Fetch that too. And someone call Jester. He needs to be part of this discussion.”
He couldn’t vocalize as a human despite his head having shifted back to looking human? Not good.
“You can call Jester, or you can call the girl at the lake. One of them needs to hear this.”
All the males flinched.
“I have to take care of Meg. I’ve left her long enough. We’ll meet in the sorting room in ten minutes.”
None of them liked it, but they all filed out of the room. Simon, of course, was the last one out. He looked at her hair.
“I’ll take care of her, Simon Wolfgard,” Tess said softly. “You don’t know yet how much we owe her, but I do.”
He left, closing the door behind him.
Blowing out a breath, Tess hurried back to the bathroom. Meg was still on the floor, but she turned her head and looked at Tess.
“Did you get an answer?” Meg asked.
“I got one.” She filled the sink with warm water and found a couple more hand towels. “We’re going to have to think about what you need in this bathroom if this is typical of what happens when you cut. No, stay down. I’m not sure how much blood you lost, and you’ve already upset the Wolves, the Grizzly, and the vampire. You can’t afford to get dizzy and fall down.”
After soaking one towel in warm water, she carefully washed the blood off Meg’s leg, then bent closer to examine the cut. “Looks like it’s starting to clot now. Do you usually cut this deep?”
“It has to be deep enough to scar,” Meg replied. “Although cassandra sangue skin does tend to scar easily.”
Did Simon realize that? Or hadn’t it occurred to him that Meg could be injured while romping with Wolves, even if the Wolves didn’t mean to hurt her?
After patting the leg dry, Tess applied the antiseptic ointment, used the butterfly bandages to close the wound, then covered everything with gauze and medical tape. She rolled the bloodiest towel in the other two and put them all in the wastebasket.
“I’ll help you up so you can sit on the toilet,” Tess said, doing exactly that. “What usually happens after a cut?”
“We’re given a little food, then taken back to our cell to rest to make sure the cut closes properly.” Meg hesitated. “Tess? Am I going to have to talk to Simon?”
“Yes, but not until you rest.”
“Could you hand me my jeans? I should get dressed now.”
Tess looked at the bandage she’d wrapped around Meg’s leg and considered the jeans. She shook her head. “You need something looser, so we can keep checking the cut. Stay there.” Not much time left before the rest of them returned.
Taking the last hand towel, she went to the cupboards and rummaged until she found a small, clean jar. Using the towel to avoid touching the box of sugar lumps, she dumped some of them into the jar. She left the box on the floor with the towel, sealed the jar, and put it in her coat pocket. Then she helped Meg into the loose fleece pants she found in the storage bins. They were too big for the girl, but they had the advantage of being easy to push up past the knee.
She tore off the pages that held the prophecy, folded them, and stuffed them into her back pocket. Leaving the tablet and pen on the little table, she walked into the sorting room. As she opened the outside doors, she realized they had one other problem: where to put Meg while they had this meeting. She didn’t want to leave the girl in the back room with the box of sugar, and she didn’t think Meg would want to be around Simon and the others who took an interest in her until they knew why she had made the cut. The front room was too exposed, but they could lock the door and refuse deliveries.
The abovestairs room that Darrell hadn’t used was a possibility, but what else might be up there that the Others hadn’t sensed?
A BOW pulled up to the sorting room’s outside door. Blair and Simon got out. Neither looked friendly—or forgiving.
“Meg needs to rest,” Tess began, “but we shouldn’t use the back room yet.”
For answer, Simon pulled a Wolf bed out of the BOW while Blair pulled out the wheelchair. Henry had pillows and blankets. Vlad had one of the food carriers she used for deliveries. Jester was there, looking concerned as he noted what the others were carrying. And Nathan, still in Wolf form, just looked at her and growled.
They all marched past her. Simon raised an arm to sweep all the stacks of mail off the table. Yipping, Jester hurriedly put the stacks on the counter so that Simon could put the Wolf bed on the table. Henry laid one blanket over it and set the other one aside with the pillows. Blair opened the wheelchair. Vlad set the food on the counter, avoiding the mail only because Jester reminded the vampire that Meg had sorted that mail, and ruining her work was an insult.
“Now,” Simon growled. “Meg.”
“She’s in the bathroom,” Tess said. “I’ll bring her in.”
“I’ll get her,” Vlad said.
“She’s one of Namid’s creations, both wondrous and terrible,” Tess said. She nodded when they all froze. “No one should go sniffing around the towels I used for her. And no one should go sniffing around the box of sugar.”
Simon turned on his heel and went into the back room.
“What’s going on?” Jester asked.
“You need to handle the mail today,” Tess said. “Tell the ponies there isn’t a treat.”
“It’s Moonsday,” Jester protested. “There’s always sugar on Moonsday, and they all come up to see Meg. Even old Hurricane.”
“Not today,” Tess repeated.
Simon came back in, carrying Meg. Her cheeks were a blaze of color. His cheeks had fur forming and receding as he struggled to hold the shape he needed instead of the one he wanted. His fingers had Wolf claws instead of fingernails, but Tess noted how carefully he set Meg on the makeshift bed they had made for her.
“Would you like something to eat?” Tess asked.
“No,” Meg replied. “I’d just like to rest.”
Meg’s voice sounded pale, and Tess struggled with her own urge to respond. The death color had faded from her hair, but that pale sound brought strands of black back into the red.
Simon adjusted a pillow under Meg’s head and covered her with the other blanket. Then he leaned close. “Nathan is here to guard. Don’t lock him out again.”
A grumpy arrrooo from Nathan before the Wolf sat next to the table.
“Close those outer doors,” Tess said. “We still have a few minutes before the ponies arrive, and Meg should stay warm.” She flipped the lock on the Private door, then opened the go-through and kept going. She turned the sign on the front door to CLOSED and turned that lock.
They gathered in a corner of the room, far enough that Meg probably wouldn’t hear them, especially with the Private door mostly closed to keep the room warm.
“Something in the back room disturbed Meg enough that cutting her skin for a prophecy was needed,” Tess said. “She asked for my help.” She pulled the papers out of her pocket and handed them to Simon. “These are the images she saw.”
Henry and Blair leaned over his shoulders to read.
“Makes no sense,” Blair muttered.
“Pieces of a puzzle,” Henry replied. “We need to put the pieces together to find the answer.”
“The answer is poison,” Tess said quietly. “Skull and crossbones is a human symbol for poison. That is what Meg was trying to tell us. Someone poisoned the sugar in order to kill the ponies.”
Jester whined. Vlad took the papers from Simon to read the words for himself.
“This skeleton in the hooded robe and the children,” Vlad said. “That’s not about us.”
“Maybe this poison was used before or is about to be used elsewhere,” Tess countered. “Maybe these images are the only way the prophet can help someone identify this particular kind of death.”
“That means calling the police,” Henry said.
Simon nodded. “Montgomery.”
“Do we let him into the back room?” Vlad asked.
“No,” Simon replied. “But we’ll give him the box of sugar, let his people figure out the poison.” Now he looked at Tess. “What can we do for Meg?”
“She says she was given food and rest when she was cut before,” Tess said. “The back room and bathroom need to be cleaned and all the rags burned, along with anything that has Meg’s blood on it. I’ll do the cleaning. Merri Lee will help me.”
“After the police are gone,” Simon said. “After the poison is gone.”
Jester looked at Simon. “After the ponies have the mail, I’ll tell Winter. But I think she’s going to want to talk to you.”
Simon nodded. Then he looked around. “Where is Jake?”
“Probably informing the entire Crowgard that something happened to Meg,” Blair said sourly.
“Vlad, get a shipping box and packing tape from Lorne,” Simon said. “We’ll put the box of sugar lumps in that. I’ll call Montgomery and have him come here. And I’ll take care of any deliveries that come until the office closes for the midday break.”
Vlad opened the front door and flipped the sign back to OPEN as he walked out. Jester slipped back into the sorting room and returned with the stacks of mail, which he laid out on the front counter before going outside to wait for the ponies.
“Let the Crows spread the word that the Liaison will not be making any deliveries this afternoon,” Henry said before he left.
Blair walked out without a word to anyone, leaving Tess and Simon.
“I’m not sure the euphoria is worth the pain that comes before it,” Tess said softly. “She didn’t make that cut for herself, Simon. She did it for us. Remember that before you snarl at her.”
She walked out of the office, then hesitated before she headed for the sidewalk instead of staying within the Courtyard. She’d forgotten her coat, would have to fetch it later. As she walked the short distance to A Little Bite, her coiling hair turned red and black in equal measure, and she allowed the smallest glimpse of her true nature to show through the human skin.
And everyone who looked upon her died just a little.
* * *
Simon walked into the sorting room, looked at Nathan, and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
Nathan showed his teeth.
The Wolf wasn’t happy about it, but he went into the front room.
When he was alone with the troublesome female who kept him confused, Simon leaned close enough to feel her breath on his face, to breathe in her scent.
She smelled of pain and a strange kind of arousal that made him want to sniff between her legs. And she smelled of blood and the medicine Tess had put on the cut. He wanted to sniff that too, wanted to get rid of the human medicine and clean the wound as a Wolf would.
But Meg was human, so human medicine was best for her.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” he whispered. “You can’t fool someone who has listened to you sleep.”
“Are you saying I snore?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“No.” He considered. “I don’t think so. But I know when you sleep.”
She swallowed. Such a bitable throat, so soft yet firm.
No, he thought, pressing his forehead against her arm. Meg is not bitable. He raised his head and studied the gray eyes that now looked back at him. “I’m the leader. You should have called me. Even if you wanted Tess to be there instead of a Wolf, you should have told me first.”
“I knew there was something wrong. Didn’t want anything bad to happen while I was arguing with you.”
It was a valid point. Not that he would tell her that.
He touched her hair. Still weird in color and funnier-looking with the black roots. When it grew out, he might actually miss the orange hair.
He wasn’t going to tell her that either.
“Not yet.” Her eyes closed, then fluttered open again. “Is Nathan angry with me?”
“Yes. If you lock him out again, he’ll bite you.”
The briefest smile. “Bet he won’t if I tell him he can have all the cookies.”
He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn’t bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.
He traded places with Nathan. While he watched Jester fill the mail baskets and explain to the ponies why there wasn’t a treat, he dialed the number that would bring Crispin James Montgomery back to the Courtyard.
* * *
Monty realized Kowalski had been talking to him only when silence suddenly filled the patrol car.
“I’m sorry, Karl. I wasn’t listening. Have some things on my mind.”
“Like why we’re being called this time?” Kowalski asked. “Kind of strange to be told something is urgent and then be given a specific time to show up.”
“That’s part of it.” Another part was Captain Burke informing him that the mayor was grumbling about how many resources were being used on behalf of the Others when they didn’t feel inclined to return any favors. Burke suspected His Honor was floating the idea of Humans First and Last as his potential campaign platform.
Let me worry about the mayor, Lieutenant. You just remember that all roads travel into the woods.
In other words, remaining on good terms with the terra indigene was more important than human politics.
They pulled into the delivery area for the Liaison’s Office. Monty drew in a breath. Closed sign on the door, but he could see someone at the counter.
Someone who wasn’t Meg Corbyn.
“Come in with me, Karl.” Not his usual request, but this time he wanted backup with him instead of waiting in the car.
As they walked up to the door, Simon Wolfgard approached from the other side. He turned the lock and opened the door.