Kat Dubois Chronicles

by Lindsey Sparks

  This broadcast will play on a loop until Kat is found. All sightings should be reported to . . .

  Alison lowered the radio until it rested on her snow pants. She couldn’t tear her gaze from Joe’s. For long seconds, she stared, stunned by what she’d just heard.

  Suddenly, there was the crackle of electricity, and every hair on Alison’s body stood on end. Her brow furrowed.

  Based on Joe’s altered expression, he felt and heard it too.

  “What is that?” Alison asked.

  There was a zap and a crack, and a blindingly brilliant flash of light came from the valley between two mountains a couple miles away.

  Alison averted her face and raised her arm to cover her eyes.

  Joe touched her arm, his grip tight even through the thick, insulated coat sleeve. “Ali, look!”

  When Alison lowered her arm, she found Joe pointing to the place where the flash of light seemed to have originated. It wasn’t gone completely, but the intensity was greatly diminished, allowing Alison’s eyes to pick up on all of the colors writhing and whipping about down in the valley. It reminded her of the aurora borealis. But while she’d never seen the northern lights in person, she had seen this light show before.

  Alison climbed to her feet, legs slightly unsteady, and slowly walked closer to the ledge of the rocky outcropping, reaching out to hold onto the base of the radio tower for safety. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But believing wasn’t necessary; action was.

  Alison twisted to partially face Joe but didn’t look away from the diminishing glow. “We have to get down there, Joe,” she said. “It’s her.”

  Lex

  Lex stood at the glassless window in the bedroom she shared with Heru and their daughter, Reni, and surveyed her new home. Or was it her old home? She supposed it was both, though at the moment, it felt a little like a prison.

  The ancient Nejeret Oasis, a stunning city of At built deep in the heart of the Sahara Desert by Re, had been lost to her people—to the world—for thousands of years. Until Lex’s impromptu travels through time and the universe’s last near-catastrophe drove Heru to rediscover the Oasis’s concealed location. To this day, it remained buried under the mountain of broken limestone and the dome of At that had hidden it for so long, turning it into a cavernous, haunting underground city.

  Darkness had been the first thing to greet Lex, Heru, and the rest of their family when they’d arrived in the wee hours of the morning two days earlier. Or, at least, when most of their family had arrived. Nik remained on the outside, as did Mari and Mei; they had their own secure place to hunker down and wait out this deadliest of storms.

  After Lex had arrived and removed the At wall blocking the one and only way into the Oasis, a seemingly endless stream of allied Nejerets had filtered in through the tunnel. Thousands of men, women, and pre-manifestation children now filled the Oasis, transforming the long-abandoned city into a bustling kingdom of immortals.

  Almost all of their friends and allies were accounted for. The few who’d missed the midnight deadline had been sealed out of the Oasis by a solid wall of At—as they’d known would happen. Lex could only hope that they had done as instructed and put as much distance between themselves and the Oasis as possible. Everyone hiding under that mountain of limestone was depending on the city below remaining a secret; if the Netjer assassins found the Oasis, Lex and everyone else down there would be dead.

  According to Lex’s watch, it was the middle of the night out in the desert, but inside the hidden Oasis, it appeared to be twilight. All of the intricate At bridges crossing the canal that wove throughout the Oasis glowed with a gentle luminescence, a trick Lex had learned thousands of years in the past from Re.

  Her current sheut wasn’t as powerful as the one she’d once borrowed from the ancient Netjer caretakers of the universe, but it allowed her some control over At, including the ability to make that otherworldly material glow, or even to make it invisible. As such, it had fallen on her to provide the light that allowed the Nejerets to do more than cower and hide in the unrelenting darkness. Come sunrise, she would imbue the dome protecting them from the dangers outside with a soft light, making it slowly brighter. Next-best thing to an actual rising sun.

  “Feeling restless, Little Ivanov?” Heru said quietly, settling in behind Lex. He wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed her gently.

  Lex inhaled and exhaled, slow and deep, and rested the back of her head against her husband’s shoulder. “My brain won’t turn off,” she said, voice hushed to keep from waking Reni, asleep in the bed behind them. “I just keep imagining what it must be like out there.”

  According to their latest check-in with Nik, Seattle was a wasteland, Bainbridge included, and the other Netjer strongholds—New York, Cairo, Rome, Udaipur, Beijing—hadn’t fared any better. The world outside of the Oasis had changed drastically in a matter of days. When—if—Lex and the rest of her people ever emerged from their safe haven, there would be no sense of a homecoming. Home was gone.

  “I know.” Heru pressed his lips against the top of Lex’s head. She could feel him breathing in and out through his nose, his breath rustling her already-mussed hair. “Me too.”

  “What if we never get out of here?” Lex asked, eyes stinging with the threat of tears. She hated the thought that the rest of Reni’s life might be spent underground. That her daughter might never truly know what it’s like to see the sky or feel the sun on her skin.

  Heru’s arms tightened around Lex’s body. “Then we make a life here, Little Ivanov. This was home once. It can be again.”

  Lex knew he was right—they’d brought everything they would need to create a self-sustaining subterranean civilization with them, should it come to that. When she made the At glow, it emitted the full spectrum of light required by plants to grow and thrive, and the Oasis was fed by a natural spring that had been flowing for well over six thousand years; there was no reason to expect it to dry up any time soon.

  Once the tons of ready-to-use food and supplies they’d brought with them had run out, they would be able to grow, cultivate, and create anything they needed. As a result of their long lives, Nejerets tended to be the most knowledgeable and skilled people around; if anybody could make living underground work, it was them.

  But that didn’t mean Lex was looking forward to spending the rest of her conceivably very long life in a self-contained underground oasis. The prospect was daunting—though it was far preferable to the unknown that awaited them in Aaru. From what little Dom had shared about the land of the dead, it sounded closer to hell than paradise.

  Lex had to get her head wrapped around the fact that the world she knew and loved was gone. Whatever happened over the next weeks and months—and even over the next years—life would never return to the way it had been before. She needed to stop romanticizing “out there”; it wasn’t her world anymore. The Netjers had assured that.

  At the sound of a throat clearing behind them, both Lex and Heru craned their necks to see who had intruded on their moment. Aset stood in the doorway, a sleepy four-year-old clinging to her like a snuggly koala bear. The boy, Bobby, was nearly half her size, making the sight of her holding him almost comical.

  Heru released Lex and turned to face his twin sister. “What is it?” he asked Aset.

  Aset had been on watch with the Oasis’s one and only Dom mirror. Nik had another—the mirror compact—and Garth’s family had the last of the three mirrors still remaining in this universe. It was their sole means of communication from within their At-concealed hideaways. Garth’s family had been more than willing to take up the responsibility of being their communication hub in the outside world, sorting through all of the tips being called in regarding the whereabouts of Kat’s body. If Aset was here now, it had to be something about Kat. It just had to be.

  Lex’s hopes soared, and her heart was suddenly hammering in her chest.

  Aset readjusted her hold on Bobby, shifting the
little boy higher on her hip. “It’s Kat—” Her eyes shone with unshed tears and what appeared to be a bevy of emotions. “We found her.”

  Lex brought her hand up to her mouth, barely able to hold in a relieved sob. “Oh thank God!”

  “Where?” Heru asked, already striding toward his sister.

  “The Cascades,” Aset said. “Near Snoqualmie Pass.” She shifted Bobby so the majority of his weight was on her other hip. “Nik and Mei are already on their way to retrieve her, but—” She hesitated, a shadow of dread darkening her amber gaze.

  Aset cleared her throat. “Kat, she—her body is in rough shape. The woman who found her said she looks like she’s been drained of all of her blood and that there are deep cuts in her wrists.”

  Heru stopped in front of his sister. “Tell me there’s a way to bring her back from that.”

  “Maybe,” Aset said. “But we’re going to need a lot of blood donors, maybe organ donors, too, depending on the damage.” Again, she hesitated for a moment. “And . . . we’ll need some specialized equipment—things we didn’t bring with us. Neffe’s making a list right now.”

  As she spoke, Lex moved closer, a sinking suspicion turning her insides into a wretched tangle. “You want Heru to go out there and get the things on Neffe’s list, don’t you?”

  “More of a need than a want,” Aset said, looking at Lex. “But yes. Mei has her hands full with transporting Nik and retrieving Kat, so . . .”

  “Very well,” Heru said. “If it must be done, then it must be done.”

  “Good.” Aset nodded once. “I’ll go with you. You’ll never find what we need on your own.”

  Lex stepped closer and placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder. “I’ll come, too. I can shield you both while you gather what we need.” When Heru looked at her, she was a little surprised to find pride shining in his golden eyes. She’d expected a fight.

  “Neffe should be up with the list momentarily,” Aset said, brushing past Heru and Lex as she stepped into the room, heading straight for the bed. “Let me just get Bobby settled in here and I’ll be ready to go.”

  Lex watched Aset tuck the little boy into the bed beside Reni, her hand automatically seeking out Heru’s. When her fingers intertwined with his, she turned her head to look at him. There was no need for words. Their soul bond connected them in ways that allowed a far deeper form of communication.

  Lex tightened her grip on Heru’s hand, and he lowered his chin in a single nod. They had a job to do, and they would do it.

  Kat’s body had to be retrieved and revived so Nik could drag her ba out of Aaru when the time came—and drag Isfet out right along with her. The fate of the universe depended on everyone playing their parts and making that happen.

  Well, the fate of the universe had depended on Lex and Heru once before. They hadn’t failed it then, and they sure as hell wouldn’t fail it now.

  “This is everything we might need,” Neffe said, bounding through the doorway and into the bedroom. She thrust a piece of paper out to Aset. “Let me know if you have any questions,” she said, then turned to her father. “Aset knows the UW hospital best, so start with that one. If they don’t have everything, or if it’s damaged, try one of the other hospitals on the list.”

  Aset skimmed the list and shook her head. “Looks good,” she said as she folded up the list. She tucked it into the front pocket of her slacks before striding over to Heru and Lex, holding her hand out to her brother. “Shall we?”

  Lex took a deep breath, preparing for the vertigo she knew would follow the series of jumps through space it would take to first get to the edge of the Oasis and then, once they were through the tunnel and out in the desert, back to Seattle.

  Not a second later, her world was engulfed in an explosion of brilliant colors, and she was off to do the thing she’d sworn to herself she would never do again. She would risk her life to help save the world. One more time.

  Nik

  Nik stood by the antiquated vault door, shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his chest. They needed to be gone—minutes ago. The cold and snow would help to preserve Kat’s body for a little while, but they didn’t have time to burn. And yet Mei continued to study the topographical map of Snoqualmie Pass, hands planted on the table on either side of the map, almost like she was searching for some miniature version of Kat permanently inked in among the elevation lines.

  Nik continued to stare at the back of his daughter’s head for what felt like a solid minute before his patience waned to a spider thread. “Mei . . .”

  Mei raised one hand from the table and made a sharp gesture—hold on—her eyes remaining glued to the map. “Based on what they told us, there are a few spots where she might be. I want to make sure I’m not overlooking anything,” she said without turning. “Better to jump straight to her than slog through the snow for gods know how long. Remember, Father, if the Netjers find us out there, this will all be for naught.”

  She was right, of course. Nik knew that, but the adrenaline coursing through his body insisted that he be doing something, and waiting didn’t count. He needed to be holding Kat in his arms. He needed to feel her . . . to know that she had really returned to this universe. To know that he would be able to see her again—to hear her voice and feel the rightness that came with being in her presence.

  It certainly didn’t help that the bonding withdrawals were making him irritable and edgy. He’d gone four days without seeing his bond-mate in the flesh, and it had been well over two days since their little spiritual liaison via Re’s body. Nik’s head throbbed painfully, and a bone-deep ache was settling into all of his joints. In another couple days, the withdrawals would weaken him enough that he would begin to lose consciousness sporadically. In a week, he would be dead. That was the thing Kat was racing against from inside Aaru; she had to find Isfet and convince her to help without completely taking over Kat’s soul before he was too weak to pull her soul out of Aaru and stuff it back into her body.

  Normally, Mei would be able to sense the life signature of her target—Kat, in this case—and teleport straight to her. Not this time. Not when there was no life left in Kat’s body. No hint of her soul.

  Once Mei jumped Nik to the mountains, closer to Kat’s body, he would be able to sense the At and anti-At inked into her skin, allowing them to find her that way, but teleporting straight to her was plan A . . . and plans B and C, if she wasn’t at the first location. They needed to minimize their own exposure to the Netjers, giving the deadly, powerful hunters as brief of a window as possible to detect them.

  According to the couple who’d contacted the Sealths to report finding Kat’s body, she was in a valley between three specific mountain peaks. Based on the details they’d given and the estimated coordinates, Mei had narrowed Kat’s location down to three spots, all within two miles of each other.

  Also according to the couple who’d found her, Kat’s body was in bad shape. Dom had passed on word from Neffe that Heru was venturing out to pick up whatever she and Aset would need to treat Kat, but this would be some serious miracle-worker shit.

  Nik could feel his muscles tensing as his mind drifted to the very real possibility that Aset and Neffe wouldn’t be able to bring Kat back to life. He clenched his teeth, jutting out his jaw. He refused to entertain such dismal thoughts. She would come back to life. Back to him. She had to.

  “Alright,” Mei said, straightening as she folded up the map. “I’m ready.”

  “Me too,” Mari said, emerging from the storeroom beyond the kitchen holding a half-open backpack. She zipped up the main compartment and hoisted one strap over her shoulder, then twisted her arm behind her back to snag the other strap. She’d been gathering everything she would need to start a field transfusion as soon as they found her, including several pints of Nik’s blood, donated first thing that morning. The older the donor, the more powerful the blood. Nik was the best source here, but once Kat made it to the Oasis, there were dozens of anci
ent Nejerets even older than Nik who were ready and willing to donate their blood, too.

  Nik pushed off the wall and turned to spin the vault door’s handle. He felt the locking mechanism deep within the heavy iron and steel door unlatch, then pushed the door open. They needed to be outside of the bunker’s protective anti-At shell for Mei to be able to teleport them anywhere.

  Nik stepped through the door and out into the dark, musty hallway beyond, the light from the bunker spilling out to reveal worn brick and a scuffed and cracked marble floor—both belonging to the long-gone bank that had first built the vault-turned-bunker.

  Mari followed, close on Nik’s heels, and Mei was right behind her, tucking the folded map into an interior coat pocket.

  “Deep breaths,” Mei said as she reached one hand toward Mari, the other toward Nik. She gripped their nearest arms, face tensing, and then the world was engulfed in flames of every color imaginable.

  There was a flash of darkness, and for an eternal moment, Nik felt like he was drowning. There was no air to breathe. No light by which to see. No sounds, save the thud-thump of his straining heart.

  And then the brilliant rainbow luminescence returned, a shock to his eyes. Frigid air whipped all around him, picking up and twisting the long leather coat around his legs. The brilliant light faded, revealing a pristine alpine scene.

  “Wrong spot,” Mei said a fraction of a second before jerking them right back out of reality.

  This jump was much shorter, a mere hop compared to the leap they’d just made, and Nik barely caught the flicker of darkness before he was back in the mountains. The two back-to-back jumps had left him dizzy and disoriented. His head spun, his brain trying to make sense of the input from his eyes.

  Two people, a man and a woman from the looks of them, stood a short way down the slope in a clearing between the pines. To Nik’s mind, they moved in and out of focus.

  Nik squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. He could only see the couple’s backs, but they seemed to be looking down into a hole in the snow.