Kat Dubois Chronicles
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The woman glanced over her shoulder, her mouth falling open in surprise. She touched the man’s arm, then pointed up the slope, toward Nik and the others.
Mei was the first to head down toward the couple, the deep, powdery snow slowing her hurried strides.
“Hey!” Mari said, smacking Nik’s arm.
Nik shook his head, trying to clear the confusion from his teleportation-muddled mind.
“Pull it together, tough guy.” Mari took hold of his arm and dragged him forward a couple steps. “Kat needs us.”
Kat. Nik’s thoughts untangled with that single word, snapping into extreme focus. Kat—she was down there, in that hole.
In two strides, Mari was no longer pulling him forward; he was dragging her down the mountain. Nik heard her curse under her breath—something about slowing down—but he couldn’t. He needed to get to Kat as fast as possible.
Nik shook off Mari’s hold on his arm and bounded down the slope, his longer legs making it easier for him to lope through the deep snow. He skidded to a stop a yard or two from the couple. Mei was already there, on her hands and knees, easing herself into the hole.
Nik barely caught a glimpse of Kat’s pale, porcelain face before both she and Mei disappeared in a puff of rainbow fire. The two reappeared a few feet from the hole not a second later, Mei straddling Kat’s body.
“We didn’t want to move her,” the human woman said, taking slow steps around the now-empty hole. All that remained of Kat in there were crimson stains of blood. “We thought the snow would preserve her, and—”
“You did the right thing,” Mari said, finally catching up. She dropped to her knees as her mom moved to the other side of Kat’s body.
Nik felt numb as he made his way around the trio. He stumbled the last few steps, collapsing onto his knees near Kat’s head. Her raven hair fanned out over the snow in stark contrast, but her skin almost matched the snow for whiteness. Her lips were tinted blue, her lashes dark half-moons above her washed-out cheeks.
Slowly, Nik reached for her, his hand shaking. It was one thing to know she was dead, but another to see her lifeless body with his own eyes. He couldn’t sense her soul, and a deep sense of hollowness took root inside him.
“Don’t,” Mari said, the single word a whipcrack as she caught his wrist before his fingers could make contact with Kat’s too-pale cheek. “We can’t risk you pulling her back yet. Her body can’t support her. Who knows what would happen to her then.”
Nik froze. He closed his eyes, slowly curling his fingers into a fist. Every cell in his body was screaming for him to take Kat into his arms. To bring her soul back to her body. To bring her to him.
He opened his eyes, forcing himself to face the harsh reality. Mari was right. That outcome might be as disastrous as if the Netjers had been the ones to find her first.
“Give her time,” Mari said, voice softening. “Trust her. Let us do our work while she does hers in Aaru, and when the time is right, we’ll get her back. Alright?” Mari wove her head from side to side until she snagged Nik’s focus. “Alright?” she repeated, more forcefully this time.
Nik nodded and retracted his hand, and Mari returned to setting up the field transfusion.
Mari connected the tube from one of the blood bags to the IV needle she’d already stuck into Kat’s arm, then held the blood bag out to Nik. “Hold this,” she said. “I need to get something pumping through her.”
He accepted the bag, and after a few seconds, his hands no longer shook. He had a purpose now. A focus.
Mari rose up over Kat and placed her hands on Kat’s chest. She started compressions, and ever so slowly, the bag of blood emptied.
“Once we see fresh blood coming out of her wounds, that’s our signal to go,” Mari said, not letting up on the steady compressions.
Mei gasped suddenly, pulling Nik’s attention to her. Her eyes were rounded by shock, and her hand was covering her mouth. “Someone just teleported in,” she said, eyes meeting Nik’s.
“Heru?” Nik asked, a spike of adrenaline making his heart hammer in his chest. He scanned the woods beyond Mei, then turned partway to look in the other direction behind himself.
“No,” Mei said, voice barely audible. The color drained from her face, and she looked like she was going to be sick. “Not Heru.”
“Shit,” Nik hissed, thrusting the bag of blood at Mei. “Hold this.”
Heru was the only Nejeret besides Mei who could teleport. Which meant that whoever this new arrival was, it wasn’t a Nejeret. And it certainly wasn’t a human. It was a Netjer, and the bastard was hiding. They had the ability to turn invisible. The only clue Nik had to the Netjer’s location was the fact that it had to have teleported in fairly close for Mei to have sensed its arrival.
Nik thrust his now-empty hands straight over his head. Energy surged through his sheut, and a solid sheet of At and anti-At spread out from his hands, shielding Nik, Mei, Mari, Kat’s body, and the two humans under a small, black-streaked dome. He channeled a raging river of the otherworldly energy, making the dome as thick as possible.
But he couldn’t reinforce the shield quickly enough. Even as he added layer after layer to the interior, he could feel the Netjer stripping the At and anti-At away from the outside. He couldn’t keep up. The Netjer was too powerful. In a matter of seconds, the demon would be through, and then it would all be over.
Suddenly, Nik felt more anti-At reinforcing his dome. It had to be Mari.
A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed his suspicions.
Mari had handed her job over to her mom and the humans, and she’d joined Nik in defending their small rescue party. Together, the two seemed to be holding the Netjer off. They weren’t making headway, but at least they weren’t losing ground anymore, either.
But Nik knew that the second either of them stopped, the Netjer would tear through the shield and rip them all apart.
“It’s time!” Mei called. “She’s bleeding again!”
Nik exchanged a glance with Mari. He could see her commitment to the cause—her sheer fucking determination—and suspected what she was going to say before she opened her mouth. He shook his head, even though he knew it was the only way out of this.
Mari’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “Go,” she said and nodded behind her to Kat’s body. “I’ll hold the bastard off until you guys can get away.”
“Mari, no!” Mei said, stopping chest compressions on Kat and staring at her daughter. The two weren’t related by blood, but their bond was as deep as any shared by a mother and child. “You can’t—”
“I have to, Mom,” Mari said. “It’s the only way.”
“But—”
Mari shook her head vehemently. “Nik needs to be alive to bring Kat back when the time comes, but this—” Her chin trembled. “This is what I can do. This is how I can help. I can make sure you’re all long gone by the time this asshole gets in here.”
Mei covered her mouth with her hand, trapping a heartbreaking sob.
“Besides,” Mari said, bravado masking the fear shimmering in her eyes, “I have a feeling Kat’s going to need all the help she can get in Aaru . . .” She looked at Nik. “Go, now,” she ordered, voice thick. “I’ve got it.”
Nik nodded once, and she nodded back. And then he released the energy flowing through his sheut and lunged across the snow toward Mei and Kat’s body. “Get in the hole,” he shouted to the humans. “Cover yourselves in snow. The Netjer might not notice you’re here.”
The man seemed to be in shock, but the woman nodded, yanking him back to the hole. She jumped in, dragging him in with her, and started clawing at the edges.
When Nik reached Mei, he touched her shoulder. “We have to go, Mei. Now.”
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at him. She just stared at her daughter.
On the next heartbeat, the world fell away.
The trio reappeared in the tunnel outside of the bunker, the light spilling out through the
open vault door brightening as the rainbow brilliance caused by tearing a hole through the fabric of the universe faded.
Nik clenched his jaw, fighting the waves of dizziness that washed over him.
Mei stood and shrugged Nik’s hand off her shoulder as she stepped away. “I’ll be right back,” she said, voice barely audible.
“Mei, wait!” Nik said, stumbling toward her, steps made awkward by the disorientation caused by teleporting. “We’re not—”
There was a brilliant flash.
“—in the right place,” Nik finished, but it didn’t matter.
Mei was gone.
She was supposed to take Kat to the Oasis, not back to the bunker. That was where all of the medical geniuses like his mother would be waiting to whisk her body away and spend the next gods-knew-how-many days attempting to reverse her death. But here, there was only Nik, and he had only the most basic knowledge of the healing arts—things he’d absorbed by proximity from his mother over the years. All he could do was sit there and watch his blood leak out of the self-inflicted gashes on Kat’s wrists.
If Mei didn’t return in a matter of seconds and complete the mission, Nik feared the decay that would set in at a cellular level would be irreversible. There wouldn’t be a damn thing any medical equipment could do to save her then, no matter how advanced or specialized. Not even Aset and Neffe with their combined thousands of years of healing experience could cure a rotting corpse.
“Fuck!” Nik turned and slapped his hand against the brick wall hard enough to gouge deep cuts into his palm.
The stinging pain brought sharp clarity to his mind. Maybe he couldn’t heal Kat, but he could do the next best thing. He could preserve her.
Nik crouched down beside Kat’s body and held out his hands, one over her forehead, one over her heart, careful not to actually touch her skin. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and once again opened himself up to channel the primal energy that flowed so freely through the universe. It flooded his sheut, and he used that power to pull At into reality and replace every single molecule in Kat’s lifeless body.
It only took a matter of seconds, but Nik felt like he’d just run a marathon by the time he was done. He sat back on his heels, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and whole body shaking from fatigue. Transformations were always harder than simply creating something out of At. There were so many delicate details locked within each cell of the human body, and every single one had to be exactly right or Kat wouldn’t be the same when he reverted her to flesh, blood, and bone. That, on top of the massive amount of energy he’d channeled through his sheut just moments earlier to fend off the Netjer, and Nik was on the verge of collapsing into a deep, regenerative sleep.
He could feel the darkness of unconsciousness lurking around the edges of his mind. It was inevitable. But he couldn’t give in yet. Kat’s body might not have been where it needed to be for the healing to commence, but at least he could make sure she was safe.
Nik slid an arm under Kat’s neck, the other under her thighs, and stood, lifting her stiff, stonelike body off the ground. Carefully, he maneuvered her through the vault doorway and into the bunker. He set her on the sofa in the living area, then returned to shut the vault door, locking it with a turn of the handle.
He barely had enough energy to lean back against the door and lower himself down to the floor. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he slumped to the side, succumbing to the darkness of unconsciousness.
A deep, metallic gonging roused Nik from the deepest of sleeps. He felt like he’d only been out for a few seconds.
Groggily, he opened his eyes and looked around.
For a moment, Nik didn’t recognize his surroundings, and a jolt of adrenaline made his heart flutter in his chest. His mind slowly regained coherency, and he shook his head, throwing off the cobwebs of sleep.
He was in the bunker. Kat was on the couch, her body preserved in At. Mei and Mari were gone, dead, for all he knew.
The gonging came again.
Not gonging, he realized. Knocking. Someone was knocking—banging, from the sound of it—on the outside of the vault door.
Maybe Mei and Mari weren’t dead.
He stood and gripped the vault door’s handle but hesitated before spinning it to unlock the door.
Or . . . what if it was the Netjer on the other side?
Nik blew out a breath and shook his head. Paranoia was preventing him from thinking straight. If any of the Netjer assassins had found the bunker, they would have torn through the anti-At surrounding it and broken in within seconds. They wouldn’t have bothered with knocking.
Hope surging, Nik yanked the door handle, spinning it until the locking mechanism clanged. He shoved the door open, eyes searching the darkness beyond for Mei’s statuesque figure.
But it wasn’t her standing there. It was Heru.
Did that mean that Mei really was dead? Nik felt a sharp dagger of regret stab into his chest. His daughter—his only offspring. They’d only just begun to build a real relationship. Now they never would.
“Don’t look so disappointed,” Heru said. “Mei is safe.”
Lex stepped out of the shadows behind Heru. “She’s at the Oasis. She told us you were still here. We got here as soon as we could.” Lex’s focus shifted past Nik, searching the bunker behind him. “Where’s Kat?”
Nik stepped to the side, letting Heru and Lex in. “On the couch.” He followed them to the living area.
“Oh thank God,” Lex breathed, a hand to her chest. “Neffe’s been in a tizzy thinking Kat’s rotting away in here, but Aset felt certain you would’ve preserved her like this.”
Nik took up a post at the opposite side of the couch from Lex and Heru, crossing his arms over his chest. “She was only out of the snow for a few seconds. Hopefully it wasn’t too long . . .”
Lex crossed the room to place a hand on Nik’s arm and gaze up at him, smile reassuring. “You did everything you could, given the circumstances. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Nik let out a relieved breath. They were in the eye of the storm, the wind howling all around them, but here, now, was a single, peaceful moment of reprieve. “So Mei and Mari made it out of there,” he said, combing his hair back with his fingers. “At least she didn’t leave us here for nothing.”
Lex and Heru exchanged a weary glance.
Nik narrowed his eyes. “What? What happened?”
Lex looked at Nik, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Mari—” The words seemed to catch in her throat, and she swallowed roughly. “She didn’t make it, Nik. Mei brought her body, but . . .” Lex lowered her sorrowful stare to the couch and shook her head. “Mari’s with Kat now.”
“Shit,” Nik said, drawing the word out low and slow. He genuinely liked Mari. She’d been a big part of Kat’s life, and he could only imagine how devastated Mei must be by her death.
“Yes, well,” Heru said gruffly. He cleared his throat. “It’s a heavy loss, but we’ve got Kat’s body now, and we’ll do everything in our power to make sure Mari’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain.” He, too, looked down at Kat’s frozen body. “Let’s take her home.”
“Alright, Nik,” Aset said to her son, “go ahead and begin the transformation.”
She stood on the other side of Kat’s bed from Nik, the thin plastic tube from a fresh bag of blood—Heru’s own this time—pinched between her thumb and forefingers. She was ready to attach the blood bag to the IV needle still stuck in Kat’s arm the second Nik reverted Kat to her natural, non-At state.
After a quick nod to his mother, Nik raised his hands, once again positioning them so they hovered just over Kat’s forehead and chest. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and pulled the At out of this plane, leaving behind only organic material.
Once the final particle of At was gone, Nik took a step backward, exhaling heavily. It wasn’t as exhausting as before, but then, he’d had hours of rest since arriving at the Nejeret Oasis.
There was already
a flurry of activity around Kat’s bed as Aset and Neffe went to work hooking up the various machines brought in to do the impossible: bring Kat back to life. Within seconds of being unfrozen, Kat was intubated, and Aset and Neffe’s team of highly skilled healers went to work setting her up on the most advanced and invasive life-support machines available.
Someone swapped out the blood bag just moments before it was empty. Someone else pushed past Nik, adding an additional bag of some clear fluid to the IV.
“Come on,” Lex said, hooking her hand around Nik’s elbow. “Let’s get out of their way . . . give them room to work.”
Nik let her pull him away from Kat’s bed, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the woman who’d shoved her way, kicking and screaming, into his heart.
Lex led him out of the room that had been set up as an emergency operating room in the bottom floor of her and Heru’s home in the oasis and through another doorway into the dining area. An At table had been set up with a feast in buffet form, there for the medical team to replenish themselves as they worked day and night on reviving Kat.
“Have something to eat,” Lex said. “You need to keep your strength up.” She released his arm and retrieved a plate from the end of the table, offering it to him. “How bad are the withdrawals now?”
Nik shrugged, accepting the plate despite having little appetite. “They’re manageable.”
When he made no move to put anything on his plate, Lex took it back and started loading it up with an assortment of meats, cheeses, fruits, and bread. “Well, don’t be a tough guy, okay?” She glanced at him, empathy shining in her carmine eyes. She knew exactly what it felt like to slowly die of bonding withdrawals. “Keep Aset updated on your symptoms. She may be able to ease them a bit.”
“Yeah, sure,” Nik said. But his mind was still back in that room with Kat—with her body.
Lex handed him the plate full of food, then pointed to a long dining table with benches for seats set up across the room. “Sit,” she ordered. “Eat.” She planted her hands on her hips. “You can go back in there and see her when you’re done.”