“But some naturi were already out, working to free the others. There are no other bori here. They were all caged centuries ago.”
I frowned at that bit of logic. “You can’t be sure of that,” I grumbled. “My mother found a way to make a deal with one of them after they had already been exiled.”
Mira plopped down on one of the benches near the center of Oglethorpe Square and put her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. “I can’t keep doing this, Danaus,” she moaned. “First it was you, then Jabari with the coven, and then it was Rowe and the rest of the naturi. Now, a bori? I can’t do this. I came to Savannah to escape the insanity that seemed to follow me throughout Europe. Now it seems to have followed me here.”
I stopped and knelt in front of Mira, wishing I could tell her that I thought I was wrong and that it was something less frightening. The bori were called the guardians of the soul, while the naturi were the guardians of the earth. The two races had been born to create a balance on the Earth, but from what I understood, the two seemed to be locked in a permanent power struggle over who truly ruled the Earth. Centuries ago, long before I was even born, the bori and the naturi were imprisoned in separate, alternate realities. For the most part, the naturi had succeeded in escaping from their cage this past fall and their now-queen Aurora was free. Though at least she had her own problems in the form of a younger sister who was attempting to wrest the crown from her.
A bori running loose in the world was an entirely darker matter that neither Mira nor I truly wanted to face. The bori were the creators of the nightwalker race, from what I understood, and had the same ability to control the nightwalkers the way the naturi could control the lycanthropes. Mira already had had to suffer the indignity of being controlled like a puppet by Jabari and me. She didn’t need to have a bori free in her domain as well.
Putting one hand on her knee, I placed my other hand under her chin and forced her to look up at me. “We’ll get through this,” I said firmly. “We’ve survived the naturi. We can survive a rogue bori.”
“You say rogue bori, but you don’t know,” Mira said grimly. “How do we fight a creature that can control us both?”
I flinched—the bori that had a hold on my soul had managed to take control of me when we were in Peru. Mira and another nightwalker named Stefan had cast a spell that killed a horde of naturi and captured their souls. The bori that held me reacted to the souls and appeared to feed off the energy, controlling me and forcing me to attack Mira.
“We’ll find a way.”
Mira frowned at me. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand around my hand, which was still beneath her chin. “I would never have expected you to be such an optimist.”
I smirked at my companion in this nightmare that never seemed to end. “Do we really have any other choice?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
Mira looked up over my right shoulder, squinting as she tried to focus on something. Then she suddenly lurched to her feet, nearly knocking me over in her haste. She took a couple steps forward as I rose to my feet. Her emotions pushed unbidden through me, filling me with fear and rage.
“Scan the area,” she ordered in a gruff voice. Her hands were held out to her sides, her fingers curled slightly as if she meant to summon up balls of fire at the first sign of trouble.
I sent my powers out from my body so that they flooded the park, and then farther away, covering several blocks. There was nothing out there. A scattering of nightwalkers and a couple of lycanthropes, but not the naturi I knew that she had me searching for. I reached out farther, covering the entire city, and to my surprise, there wasn’t a single naturi in the region.
“There’s nothing here,” I said, drawing my powers back into my body. They swept over Mira, pulling with them an unexpected cold chill, as if a part of her energy had mingled with my own.
“That’s impossible,” she replied, twisting around to pin me with a confused glare. She pointed toward a tree more than a hundred yards away, but I saw nothing there. “I saw one right there!”
“Was it Rowe?” I inquired, taking a couple steps toward her so that I was standing beside her. My eyes covered the entire region surrounding the tree, but nothing moved. The one-eyed naturi was the only one we had encountered that could magically pop in and out of an area. He had nearly captured Mira that way in London.
“No,” she whispered, turning her back on the tree and walking back over to the empty park bench she had been seated on only moments ago. I watched her shake her head as if to clear it while her slim shoulders slumped. Her fear had dissipated with the wind, but now a growing confusion ate away at her thoughts.
“Who was it? A naturi you’ve seen before?” I pressed. We needed to know if there was another naturi like Rowe, that could use magic to appear and disappear at will. This added a new element of danger to the naturi if there were more that could potentially grab the Fire Starter.
“It was nothing,” she muttered. “Just a trick of the shadows and the night.”
An uneasiness grew in the pit of my stomach and a frown pulled at the corners of my mouth. Nightwalkers had the best night vision possible, as far as I knew, and between the lamp and moonlight, the park wasn’t that particularly dark. How could Mira have mistaken a shadow for a naturi? Was this the same shadow she had seen outside the house of the First Communion? Or similar to the crying baby that she had heard at the conservatory? Something had potentially found a way to play with the nightwalker’s mind, making her more dangerous to those around her.
“Mira…” I started, but my voice trailed off. How was I supposed to tell her that I thought something was intentionally driving her crazy?
“It’s nothing, Danaus,” Mira said, turning to face me again. She resumed her walk through the park and I fell into step beside her, unable to tap down my growing concern for the nightwalker. “Our focus needs to be on finding a way to locate our killer,” Mira continued after we had walked a couple of blocks.
Between the Fire Starter and a nightwalker hunter with a bori-owned soul wandering around Savannah, I had little doubt that the bori would eventually come looking for us.
TWENTY-THREE
There were still a few more hours before sunrise when Mira dropped me off at the town house. She had muttered something about wanting to do some research. I said nothing as I got out of the car. The nightwalker had been through enough for one night. So had I. As I reached the top stair leading to the front porch, I turned and watched her drive off in her sleek car, disappearing into the thick shadows cast by the trees.
Instead of going into the house, I trudged back down the stairs. While it was late, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anytime soon. Images of the naturi and the threat of the bori were dancing through my brain. In fact, that combination left me wondering if I would ever sleep again.
The naturi had become a threat bigger than I had ever anticipated. They had slaughtered dozens of humans since Rowe began his campaign last summer to free his wife-queen. From so many bodies, the chests had been ripped open and organs stolen for blood-magic spells woven to give the one-eyed naturi an edge when it came down to hunting Mira. At Machu Picchu, thirteen humans had been slaughtered to open the door between worlds—hearts stolen from innocent people.
And now that Aurora was free, the killing would only grow worse. Her only desire was to wipe humanity from the face of the Earth, freeing the planet from a deadly parasite. The queen of the naturi had yet to make her move, but it was only a matter of time. She would strike, and I feared that the nightwalkers would not be strong enough to combat whatever she threw at them. We had underestimated their determination at Machu Picchu. Now they were more numerous and more powerful with Aurora at their side.
Gaizka was an entirely different matter. I hadn’t expected to ever be faced with the bori that held a chunk of my soul. It had allowed me to slaughter a nightwalker and an innocent human he was using as puppets. One woman had her throat tor
n out simply because she associated with nightwalkers in what was possibly a scheme to expose the nightwalkers to the rest of the world. And now it was chasing after a young girl simply because she had the unique ability to spot the creature.
The girl. She had slipped from my mind in the chaos that was swirling around me whenever I was near Mira. I needed to find the girl. It was only a matter of time before the bori either possessed her or finally killed her out of frustration. She was running out of time. We all seemed to be running out of time.
Upon reaching the sidewalk, I shoved my hands into my pockets and crossed the street into the small square in the center of the small neighborhood. A plaque at the entrance to the park revealed that it was Monterey Square. The park was veiled by a mix of live oaks and magnolia trees. A large white temple flanked the park to my left, while the infamous Mercer House lay on my right. In the center of the square was the Pulaski monument.
The night was quiet except for the scrape of dried leaves across the sidewalk as a breeze began to stir. The night was growing colder, so that my breath fogged when I exhaled. In the distance, the steady hum of cars rushing down some of the main streets could be heard. It felt as if the world had fallen asleep around me, and yet I didn’t feel as if I was alone.
Standing with my back to the monument, I slowly turned, my eyes scanning the area for the being that I knew had to be close. I was summoning my powers to complete a more thorough search of the area when a creature rose to its feet from where it had been sitting at the base of an oak tree. The thin figure seemed to rise out of the shadows themselves as if it were made of them.
I took a step backward and palmed the knife I kept at my lower back, allowing the silver blade to catch some of the light thrown down by a nearby streetlamp. It failed to deter the figure as it continued to approach.
After a couple feet, he finally stepped through a shaft of light and I clenched my teeth. It was a naturi. He had brownish-blond hair and green eyes that shone like gems in the bit of light. The naturi gripped a small blade in his right hand and grinned at me, his smile stretching over his sharp, angular face like a mad jester.
“You can’t keep her safe,” he called when we were separated by only eight feet of open air. He stopped walking and stood with his hands out to his sides as if encouraging me to finally attack him.
I said nothing as I stood watching for him to make the first move. He wouldn’t leave this square alive, but I wasn’t about to be the one who started this fight, not when he might first feel the need to talk.
“We’ll have the Fire Starter eventually,” he proclaimed a couple seconds later, when I had yet to speak. “She’ll not escape us again.”
“You’ll not have her so long as I am in the city,” I replied in a low, even voice.
“You?” The naturi snorted. “How could you possibly hope to stop us, hunter? Far from killing her, you’ve become her lapdog as she leads you about the city.”
It took a moment for me to unclench my jaw so that I could reply. This naturi was well informed, which was more than a little surprising since I hadn’t been able to sense a single naturi within the city all evening.
“How have you gotten into Mira’s thoughts?” I demanded, struggling to ignore his far-too-astute comments.
In response, the naturi’s smile widened even further, reminding me of Nerian’s. It was the same exact smile the insane naturi wore when he laid eyes on Mira for the last time. The smile sent a chill down my spine and seemed to cool the blood in my veins.
“Seeing things, is she?” the nameless naturi taunted. “Feeling somewhat haunted? What a pity!” The naturi let out a laugh that seemed to skip about the small park before dancing off among the trees. However, the smile seemed to slip off his face like a flash of lightning, leaving me staring at a grim mask. “But we’re not the only ones messing with the Fire Starter’s mind. Oh, no! She’s found herself a new plaything,” he continued. “You should never have allowed it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, lifting my empty left hand as if I were reaching for him. “You’re done tormenting her with shadows.”
Reaching deep within my chest, I tapped into the power that was coiled around my soul. The beast inside awakened and roared with joy in my mind. It was far too rare that I used my unique ability, the danger was too high and the risk to my own soul was too great. But tonight, I was willing to make an exception. This dark creature had found a way to torture Mira with images of naturi, leaving her fearful and uncertain within her own domain. He was part of a race that had taken joy in torturing the nightwalker, leaving her scarred on the inside and out. He was part of a race that sought the extermination of the entire human race. I needed no more excuse.
A deep cold breath filled my lungs as I sent my powers out from my body. But nothing happened. I reached deeper and sent more energy out from my body until my fingers began to tremble and beads of sweat traced lines down my face from my temples. Nothing happened. Finally, I scanned the park and came up with nothing. Despite the fact that the naturi was standing just eight feet away from me, I couldn’t sense him.
A dark, evil laugh rose up from the naturi as he took a step closer to me. I dropped my left hand back to my side and raised my knife as I took a step backward. My heart hammered in my chest and thundered in my ears.
“You can’t kill me, hunter,” he mocked. “And you can’t save her unless I allow it. You have until tomorrow night. Then I will be back and you will do as I say or I will destroy the Fire Starter and her lovely domain.”
“What are you?” I demanded, tightening my grip on the blade in my hand. It was neither human nor nightwalker, lycanthrope nor warlock. I couldn’t sense the creature and yet there was a heavy weight of magic in the air.
“Just think of me as an old friend of the family,” the creature mocked.
“Gaizka!” I snarled, which only caused the creature’s smile to return to its sharp, angular face.
“I’m the least of your worries, Danaus. There are naturi within Mira’s domain and you need to use your powers combined with the Fire Starter to destroy them all. Rid the world of their kind and save humanity,” Gaizka said smoothly, starting to circle me. The creature finally stepped into a block of light, showing that he was still translucent. The bori couldn’t take a solid form unless he was possessing someone, and I had a dark suspicion that it couldn’t possess a naturi even if it managed to convince one to allow it.
“Why are you so anxious for Mira and me to combine our powers?” I demanded.
“Because it’s the only effective way to destroy the naturi. Surely you’ve discovered that for yourselves. You both were quite efficient while you were in England last summer,” he purred.
“No.”
“I don’t recall giving you a choice in this matter,” Gaizka said. At the same time, I felt a force wrap around my chest and pick me up. My arms were pinned to my sides and I struggled to free myself. The energy picked me up and flung me through the air, slamming me into the trunk of a massive tree. Pain exploded through my frame, knocking the wind out of my lungs as I heard the cracking of at least three ribs. I fell to the ground in a heap, but laid there for only a second before the energy wrapped around me again. It dragged me across the ground, knocking me headfirst through a park bench before slamming me into another tree.
My vision blurred and doubled until I could barely see the faint outline of the bori in naturi guise. My skull was cracked and my left shoulder had been dislocated. Pain wracked my body in sickening waves. I lay limp on the ground, struggling to breathe. I had but two powers at my disposal—the ability to sense other creatures and the ability to boil blood. Both were useless against this creature. I couldn’t kill it because it had no body for me to wound. I was trapped, hanging at the mercy of a creature that could easily snap me in half. My only hope was that it still needed me alive to complete whatever task it wanted. However, that didn’t mean it couldn’t spend the rest of the night torturing me.
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nbsp; The sound of my heart pounding in my head, throbbing at the same rate as the wound in my skull managed to cloud my thoughts, making it hard to focus. A low moan escaped me as the energy once again wrapped around me and pulled me up so that my toes were scraping against the cold ground. My head lolled to the side and it was a struggle to draw a lungful of air. Gaizka walked over to where I hovered helpless in the air.
“I did not spend your lifetime preparing you to fight me in this moment,” Gaizka calmly stated. “Don’t fight me on this matter, and I won’t be forced to destroy you and everything that you care about.”
With a wave of its hand, the creature tossed me aside. I slammed into the pavement and rolled several feet before my back crashed into the Pulaski monument in the middle of the square. A cry escaped me as fresh pain exploded in my frame.
With a grin, the naturi turned and walked back toward the shadows he had risen out of. With a shaky hand and a soft grunt, I threw the knife as hard as I could. The blade flew straight and true, glinting faintly in the moonlight. It passed straight through the back of the naturi and hit the ground with a heavy thud just before he completely disappeared from sight. Gaizka was right. I couldn’t kill it, which left me with no way of protecting Mira or the humans of Savannah.
I lay on the ground for several minutes, blood oozing from my skull, waiting for the worst of the pain to subside so that I could drag myself back to Mira’s town house. Yet, as the pain slowly slipped from my fractured frame, it was replaced with a deeper sense of hopelessness that I couldn’t push aside. We weren’t going to win this battle.
TWENTY-FOUR
Stifling a yawn, I rubbed my left eye with the heel of my palm as I slowly trudged up the stairs to the police station. The sun had been up for only a few hours and I was running on less than five hours of sleep. It had taken me the better part of an hour to drag myself through the streets the previous night and into bed in Mira’s town house. My body was healed, but still somewhat tender.
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