Samson whistled a few more notes at me.
“Hardly a puppet.” With another ball ready to go, letting it dance over my fingers, I moved close.
Samson laughed. A cruel sound. “You have no idea how many people are pulling your strings.”
I chose to take his words as game playing of his own and not some demon intel about more people with me on their hit list. I patted his bloody cheek in mock affection. “I’d give a shit, Samson, but I ran out a while back and haven’t restocked.”
Red eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Come to save the damsel in distress?”
“Nah,” Rohan said from behind me. “Just watch your ass get pounded by a girl.”
The demon’s glamour fell away. As his peacock feathers majestically unfolded behind his humanoid demon form, there was a rush of air and a blur of motion. Adramelech flew across the room, smashing into the back wall hard enough to partially break through it.
I blinked. Drio now stood beside me, his fist still raised from the blow he’d dealt the demon. Note to self: being hit by speedster Rasha, bad.
Drio’s lips curved in a sadistic smile. “I didn’t want to miss any of the fun.”
Adramelech disappeared, leaving a demon-shaped imprint in the wall, and a handful of bent peacock feathers fluttering to the ground.
The damn whistling started up again. Rohan and Drio ran upstairs, while I retraced our steps here on the main floor. I’d cleared every room and skidded back into the stairway area when a commotion overhead caught my attention.
Adramelech managed to fight pretty well given the giant tail he carted around. He executed a low spinning kick, intended to take Rohan out, but Rohan jumped it, landing on the other side of the demon.
Drio blurred toward Adramelech but the demon judged the approach correctly, managing to jump up and nail Drio with a two-footed kick in the chest. The hunter flew backward, but recovered quickly, springing forward into two consecutive handsprings, his legs jackknifing out in front of him.
He caught Adramelech around the neck, twisting to pin him to the ground. The demon’s tail twitched once, twice, and then Drio’s skin started to bubble. Drio roared, trying to pull free as his arm burst into flame, but he was stuck until Rohan kicked him clear of the demon.
Rohan decked Adramelech, catapulting him backwards over the low second-story railing. The demon crashed onto his back at my feet. He threw me a wink, hooked a hand around my ankle, and we disappeared.
He’d transported us to a low-ceilinged attic. Patchy sunlight trickled through the gaps in the roof. I rushed him but he caught my hands in one wrist. My skin heated painfully under his touch. Electricity crackled between my skin and his, but he only laughed. “Knock yourself out. Can’t feel a thing for all the scarring.”
I jerked free. “You’re a douchebag and should be plowed under like mulch.”
“Volunteering for the gig?” Hearing Samson’s all-American accent coming out of this ruined flesh was disorienting to say the least.
“Yeah. I’m a real humanitarian.”
“You’re a real little actress. I’m impressed with your performance.”
“Thought you didn’t like being fooled.”
“Oh, I don’t. You’re going to die for that. But I appreciate showmanship. I’ve left you a gift. Rohan’s gig was… illuminating. In so many ways.”
I eyed the stairs but Adramelech blocked my escape.
He glared at me. “Are you listening?”
“Not really. But don’t stress yourself. Long-winded villain plans are generally where I leave to go to the bathroom.”
I feinted sideways and dashed forward. The demon caught me. Perfect. Now up close and personal, I wrapped my arms around his waist, brushed his tail away, and fired a burst of electricity into his sweet spot.
Since we’d forced his true form using the ritual blade, only the use of that blade on his kill spot would end him, but my blast surprised him enough to give me a chance. Adramelech instinctively jerked backward at the feel of my magic. I pulled free, yelling for Drio as I sprinted down the stairs.
The whoosh of wind against my skin was Drio blowing past me. Adramelech shot a blast of fire at him, and had Drio not had super speed, he’d have been flambéed. “Only need one Rasha to get free,” the demon taunted.
I poked my head back up the attic stairwell to see he’d disappeared again. Cursing, Drio spun and was gone, hunting him. I followed, skidding to a stop in the atrium at the top of the stairs that led down to the main floor.
Below, Rohan had Adramelech pinned facedown on the ground, Drio chanting as he stood over them. Rohan pressed the blade along his elbow against the demon’s spine, his knee resting on the peacock feathers, bending them out of the way.
Adramelech burst into flame.
Rohan kept his arm on the demon’s back, despite the flames engulfing his sleeve. Pain etched his features as he waited for Drio to finish the chant.
I leaned over the low railing for a better look.
Drio nodded at Rohan, who shifted, allowing Drio to plunge the ritual blade into the demon’s sweet spot. Adramelech winked out of existence, dead. All that was left was a single peacock feather.
Rohan sank back on his calves, beating his still-flaming arm against the stone floor.
As I stepped onto the top stair, headed for the pair, a black ball of smoke blazed up from the spot where the demon had lain.
Drio barely managed to pull Rohan out of the way. The farmhouse went from zero to inferno in a second, smoke and flame billowing up toward me. Not a normal fire, this was oily and vicious, snapping in evil tendrils, sparking and hissing. The demon’s “gift.”
The staircase collapsed in a rumbling roar. To jump down would be to jump into the heart of the fire. Blackness curled and danced around me, sucking more and more light from the world. I felt my way along the wall, my lungs burning from the incessant heat, looking for a window. The smoke slithered inside me, defiling me. I spat it out as best I could, throwing my arm over my mouth and nose to make a filter.
I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything except the roar and crackle of the flames licking at the walls and floor behind me. The flames had a languid quality, as if they had all the time in the world to devour me. As a gift, this one sucked balls.
My fingers brushed a doorframe and I almost wept. Granted, I was already weeping from the fire, my tears leaving sticky streaks on my cheeks. The faintest trickle of cool breeze swept over me and I turned toward it in relief. It had to be coming from one of the empty window panes. I could make it out of here. Safe. Not a second too soon, either, because out from the hallway came a deafening crash. I suspected the roof had caved in.
I was almost to the window when I heard it. A thin, plaintive, terrified cry for help from another room. The person cried out again. Definitely female. When she cried out for a third time, this time for Rohan, I knew who it was.
Lily.
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Swearing viciously under my breath, I detoured away from the window and towards Lily. I tried to call out that I was coming, to reassure her she wasn’t going to die, but I only coughed.
I was willing to believe that the guys had escaped, anything else was unthinkable, but if no one was coming for me, it was because they absolutely couldn’t. That they were trusting me to make it out alive.
That meant they had no idea that Lily was here. Was it my fault Adramelech had brought her here, by implying on the night of the wrap party that I could give him the person who could make Rohan hurt? The demon had said that night was illuminating. I’d never meant for him to turn his sights on Lily, but I’d done exactly that.
Too bad I hadn’t put Poppy in his sights. I would have been outside already.
Probably.
Groping my way back toward the door, my fingers brushed a smooth basin with a familiar curve. I fumbled around, thanking all the gods and fates when I felt the tap. Only the tiniest trickle of coppery smelling water came out but it was the richest trea
sure ever. I ripped off my shirt and immersed it in the water as much as possible. Tying it around my head like a scarf, I then wet my bra and upper body as much as I could.
Eyes screwed shut, I advanced inch by inch. Flaming bits of ceiling rained down on me, burning my skin. But the wet shirt kept my hair from catching on fire. I held one sleeve in place across my nose and mouth, sucking on the water, desperate for cool air in my desert-dry mouth.
Once in the hallway, my progress slowed further. I had to feel for each step before I placed my weight. I didn’t know where the roof had collapsed and I didn’t want to plunge down to the main floor.
Lily cried out again, sobbing.
I stepped into the room that sounded like the source and carefully cracked one eye. The fire was in here as well, but there was a flame-free circle. Lily sat in the middle of it, tied to a chair with rope. She’d fallen over in her attempts to wriggle free and her left ankle had puffed up to twice its size. Flames licked at the boards, millimeters from her hair. A gag was tied around her mouth with enough of it slipped down for me to have heard her cry out.
“Nava?” she hiccuped.
I ran over to her, pulling the gag all the way off. “Do you remember how you got here?” Her face was streaked with soot, as were my hands.
“It was Samson. He told me Rohan wanted to see me. I felt like I had to come.”
She babbled as I untied her ropes. “He said that when it came to envy, we humans were the architects of our own misery and it never ceased to amaze him the lengths people would go to to achieve their heart’s desire. What was he talking about?”
Me. Lily was my gift. One to save or destroy and both choices came with a price. Fucking demons.
I helped her to her feet, taking her weight as she hobbled unsteadily. “We need to get out of here.”
I eyed the window. Of course, it had to be the one that still had glass. But the outside wall brushed the edge of the circle so we had a chance of escaping without being burned alive. I hoisted the chair and heaved it out the window.
Behind me, Lily shrieked. The rush of oxygen had fed the fire. She was still safe inside the circle but all around it flames blazed hotter and higher.
I stepped to the window. Outside, on the ground, Rohan and Drio turned their faces up to look at me. It seemed like Drio was holding Rohan back from racing inside.
“Jump,” Rohan yelled at me. He and Drio moved into position to catch me.
I held up one finger. When I returned, Rohan was glaring at me.
“Jump,” he yelled again.
I moved Lily to the window. His face drained of all color.
Yeah, I get that I’m not the priority anymore, but thanks for sparing my feelings. I used my fist to smash out any glass along the bottom of the pane, ignoring the bloody gashes welling along my skin. “Lily, you need to do exactly as I say.”
Her pupils were dilated in fear and she clung to me, paralyzed.
“Okay, we’ll do this together.” I maneuvered her so she sat on the pane. “I’m going to swing your legs out and–Shit!”
She grabbed my shoulders, her fingers digging in like talons, snagging my hair in the process.
“Rohan will catch you. You know that.”
She nodded. Shaky and with more than a hint of disbelief, but she pried her fingers off of my flesh.
While the magic circle kept the flames out, the heat flayed the skin on my back. I couldn’t stay in here another second, so I swung Lily’s legs out the window and essentially shoved her out. I checked to make sure she’d landed safely, then, without waiting to see who’d be there to catch me, I hung off the window sill, pushed off the house, and dropped.
I looked at my rescuer. Drio held me, not Rohan. He was busy comforting Lily as she was examined by a Rasha paramedic. The two dead hunters from earlier now lay in body bags on the ground.
“Thank you.” I rested my head against his chest, exhausted.
Keeping me in his arms, Drio walked in the opposite direction of the paramedic.
“Shouldn’t I get checked out?”
“You will be. By the Rasha doctor on standby. We’ll drive you over to him.” He carried me to a yellow ambulance with red stripes. Mirek opened the door for us and helped position me on my stomach, inside on a gurney, before spreading some kind of cool salve on my back.
I grit my teeth against the million pinpricks of pain, simultaneously flushing hot and shivering with cold. It made me think of the vral claws fondly. The salve helped, numbing my skin somewhat. I propped my head on my chin, having a clear line of sight outside as Drio hopped out of the van. I tracked him over to Rohan. Drio said something and Rohan nodded, all his attention on Lily.
Mirek shut the ambulance door. The passenger door in front opened and closed and then the motor started and off we drove. I wasn’t sure if I was happy or disappointed that I couldn’t watch Rohan and Lily disappear from view.
I was kept at the doctor’s clinic over the next few days so he could keep an eye on me. I slept a lot and let my healing abilities do their thing.
Rohan didn’t visit me. Drio did once, after he left me in the doctor’s care. A brief stop to bring my things over from the hotel.
“How’s Lily?” I asked.
“Good as could be expected. She was worried about you.”
I plucked at my blanket. “That’s sweet of her. What did you tell her?”
“Nothing about demons. She thinks Samson had a grudge against Rohan.” The best lies always had a grain of truth. Drio explained that he and Rohan had to deal with clean up and debrief and would see me back in Vancouver. They’d be busy providing evidence of Samson’s death for the world. I got that.
Guess Rohan wasn’t worried that I’d be targeted by the Brotherhood any more. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had made time for Lily. I tortured myself obsessing over whether they’d had their talk yet. Then I coughed up more vile black shit, tired myself out, and fell asleep again. The joys of having a routine.
Since my flight out wasn’t until Monday night, I called Leo on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday morning to check if she’d heard from Dr. Gelman. She hadn’t.
The flight back was business class as well, but I was a lot more subdued on the way home. I was the only one, it seemed. In the airport and on the plane, everyone was buzzing with the news of Samson King’s tragic demise in a fiery car crash. His burned remains had been found outside Prague in a Ferrari that had been wrapped around a tree. Speculation was that he was still partying after the wrap of Hard Knock Strife. I would have been more amazed that the Brotherhood had been able to produce a corpse if I hadn’t known that they, or some of them anyway, were dealing in demons.
I was thankful that no photos of Samson and me were rerun in light of his death. My name or past association wasn’t mentioned either. The Executive had a long reach. It was a chilling reminder of what I was up against and made me wonder if the reason they’d sent the gogota after me was as much about me putting myself in the public eye without their approval as meeting with Gelman.
I spent the flight back staring at my personal entertainment screen, watching movie after movie with no real memory of any plot. The one thing that did pierce the haze of my brain was yet another story on some entertainment show about Samson’s demise. Poppy was interviewed, the grief stricken co-star in elegant black, off to Ireland to shoot a new picture. When asked about rumors of her getting cozy with Rohan, she gave a coy smile and said they were just friends.
That meant Rohan was back in Rasha mode and done with her. I couldn’t muster up enough energy to care.
With the time difference going back to Canada, I landed in Vancouver late Monday night local time. A week and a half and a lifetime since I’d left. The chapter house was silent when I entered. I left my suitcase in the foyer and climbed the stairs. Baruch’s door was open, so I knocked softly. “Tree Trunk, you up?”
I tiptoed inside, listening for any sound of deep, even breathing, until I remembered
with a pang that he’d gone back to Jerusalem. I pushed his door open to make sure, taking in the empty hangers in his closet. Feeling like a hole was punched inside me, I sank onto his bed, crying. Big gulping sobs, my face pressed into my hands. The harder I tried to keep quiet, to stuff this sloppiness back inside, the more I shook.
“There’s no crying in Rashaland.” Kane sat down beside me, yawning, and pulled me into his chest.
“Long trip?”
“Yes,” I wailed.
“He’ll be back. Baruch wants me. Seriously, there’s no other reason for how often he flies out here.”
I laughed through my sobs, knowing it was Ms. Clara that kept Tree Trunk coming back. And on his toes.
“That’s better.” He brushed away my tears. “Let’s get you to bed.” He waited until he’d tucked me in, airplane clothes and all, and kissed my forehead to ask, “Any idea where your wayward twin is?”
“He’s at home.” With Samson out of the way and any immediate danger to Ari gone, he’d left our cousin’s apartment. I was sure he had his reasons for still avoiding Kane but if I learned it was so he could chase demons without a babysitter, he was toast. I’d find out when I spoke to him in the morning.
“Uh-huh.” With a huff, Kane went back to bed.
I lay in the dark listening to the clock tick. Baruch gone. Rohan gone. The Brotherhood playing a waiting game for reasons unknown. I turned over, my fingers brushing something furry in the darkness.
Sebastian. I clutched my battered black panther stuffie to my chest. Ari must have brought him over while I’d been gone. I cuddled the toy, sorry that I’d ever forgotten about him. He’d languished in a closet the past couple of years, but growing up I’d slept with him every night.
A tiny ray of hope cracked through the sorrow tightening my chest. Maybe Dr. Gelman would phone tomorrow. Maybe, finally, I’d have my brother fighting by my side. It wasn’t much, but I clung to it for all it was worth.
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