Wounded: Book 8 (A Rylee Adamson Novel)

by Shannon Mayer

  Sitting in Jack’s chair, trying to read my own future in a book written hundreds, if not thousands, of years before, I couldn’t help but think there was something else we should be doing. Yet there was nothing but to wait on Liam’s plan, a truth that ate at me and my natural inclination to run in, kick ass and ask questions later.

  “Are you sure we can’t go tonight?” I asked him as we ate lunch in the kitchen, the violet book tucked in beside me.

  Liam shook his head. “No, I’m sure. Besides, Erik said he needs time to prepare. Shouldn’t you be helping him?”

  That was something I didn’t want any part of, but Liam was right. Reluctantly, I Tracked Erik and followed his threads to the rooftop. When I got there, the harpies were off flying, or at least, most of them were. Three roosted with their heads tucked under their wings on the far side of the roof, oblivious to us. Erik sat cross-legged next to a chalk drawing. I crouched beside him. The drawing was a simple circle with two lines bisecting it. “What do you have to do to call a demon? I thought there would be a pentagram involved.”

  He didn’t open his eyes. “This isn’t calling a demon to posses their power, this is calling them out.”

  “Like a bar fight.”

  “Exactly. Demons are somewhat sensitized to Slayers, so when we announce ourselves, they are drawn to us. The problem is, you can’t just call one demon. You end up calling anything within range.”

  My eyes widened. “Then why would this be something you would even want to learn?”

  He blew out a soft breath. “It’s a form of suicide for a Slayer, a way to go out with a bang if you will.”

  I sat beside him. “What do you have to do?”

  He finally opened his eyes and tapped the chalk drawing. “This is a compass. North, south, east, west are represented and the Slayer becomes the center of it. Essentially, you throw yourself at the mercy of the elementals to take your call to all the demons of the world, to draw them to you. If they take your request, they will give us notice.”

  There it was again, that elemental thing. “You say elementals like they are cognizant of us.”

  He chuckled. “They are, but they are not allowed to interfere with the rest of the world. They are neutral.”

  “Why?”

  With a shrug, he closed his eyes. “I don’t know. No one does. But they will either take my message to the demons that are here or they won’t.”

  I hated to admit it, but the whole thing intrigued me. Though, maybe again it was the mention of elementals. A part of my brain insisted I’d met one, but I couldn’t remember that being the case.

  “Would it help if I added in a request of my own?”

  “Might. Sit quietly and reach for the demons, demand they show themselves.”

  Well, that was a new one. “That’s it?”

  “Yes.” The way his lips curled told me it wouldn’t be that easy, but a challenge was what I needed to keep my mind off the time ticking by. I sat beside him and closed my eyes.

  Fucking asshole piece of shit demons, come and get me.

  His hand tightened on Doran’s shoulder. “A minute, please.”

  Doran stilled under his grip.

  Liam took a slow breath, finding the scents around Doran disturbing and yet somewhat comforting too. “You love her.”

  “Yes.” Doran stared back at him, unmoving for a few seconds before nodding. “But she sees only you. She doesn’t have it in her to be any other way. I don’t think that will change, even … after.”

  “But we both know what’s coming for me.” He had to swallow any jealousy, any hurt on his part, and it tore out a chunk of his heart to say it. “Keep loving her, Doran. She’s going to need you.”

  Liam couldn’t help but see the qualities in Doran that would pair well with Rylee. Doran’s sense of humor, his laid back way of dealing with things, they would temper her seriousness. His jaw ached from holding it tight, from not snapping out that Doran should stay the hell away from Rylee. The mix of emotions made him sweat and he had to fight to keep his wolf under control for the first time in a while.

  “Liam, I don’t think she will see things that way. But I will always stand with her. I won’t let her fight this alone.” Doran’s uncharacteristic solemnity eased Liam’s anxiety … at least a little.

  Teeth gritted, he walked out, leaving Doran behind. It was all he could ask now, to make sure those around Rylee would be with her when the time came. Because if there was anything Liam knew, it was that Rylee wouldn’t let him go without a fight.

  Next, he went to find Pamela, scenting her out and finding her in the kitchen. She was baking, something he’d learned she did when feeling uncertain. The smells filling the kitchen told him she was indeed feeling out of sorts. Alex sat awkwardly on a stool next to her, his gangly legs hanging off the edge, like some sort of unhinged puppet. Just Alex’s eyes followed him and in them was a worry that Liam felt.

  To ask Pamela what he’d asked of her was brutal. “Pamela.”

  Her head came around slowly, but she didn’t lift her eyes.

  He tried again. “Pamela, I’m sorry I have to ask you to do this.”

  She bit her lower lip as if to stop the tremble that reverberated there. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she lifted her eyes to his. “I don’t think I can. Anything but that. You’re a part of my family.”

  His heart and gut clenched into a knot he wasn’t sure would ever release, and he pulled her into his arms. She was covered in flour and grease, but none of that mattered.

  He kept his voice low. “It’s the only way to save Rylee. And she’s more important than me. You know that.”

  Her words were hiccupped out between sobs. “But it will kill her, and she’ll hate me.”

  “She won’t hate you. I promise.”

  There was no choice. Orion had backed them into a corner, and Liam had to give Rylee time, time to deal with the newest twist in her life. The only thing he could do now was pray it would be enough.

  And that Rylee would forgive them all.

  Chapter 20

  THE NEXT NIGHT didn’t roll around, it fucking well erupted into chaos that we should have seen coming. Erik and I had taken turns calling out the demon packs with no apparent success. Until the sun set.

  Erik and I were on the rooftop after dinner. Alex was with us this time, his head in my lap as he mumbled obscenities at the demons. Not that he was adding to the actual call out, but it was funny as hell.

  Maybe the elementals also found it funny because there was a sudden break in the air. The tension that had been building around us for the last twenty-four hours snapped.

  The harpies roosting launched into the sky with a chorus of screeching and squawking that made me clap my hands over my ears. Erik stumbled to his feet, and looked over the edge of the roof.

  A woman, floating on the air rose in front of us. Gauzy and surreal, she gave us a soft smile. The wind picked up, swirling her soft pink skirts out around her. Eyes the color of storm clouds pinned me to the roof. “You have called the demons, and I will take your request to them. Do you wish for the giant demon to be called as well?”

  I shook my head at the same time as Erik. It seemed that both of us were a bit star struck. An elemental was the thing of legends. And we were staring at one.

  Her smile was soft and full of sadness. “It will be done. They will come with a roll of thunder. Be ready, Slayers.”

  She clapped her hands and then was gone. I turned to stare at Erik. “Holy fucking shit, was that an elemental?”

  “I believe so.” He passed a hand over his face.

  We sent Alex to warn everyone to be ready. My hands tightened on my crossbow, nerves jangling and adrenaline pumping. We waited, my uncle and me, side by side. Facing the east. The air around us grew heavy, and a boom of thunder shattered the stillness. I felt it in my chest, the reverberation of what I knew was a turning point in my life.

  Erik took a few steps closer to the edge of the roof. He
pointed to a spot in the distance. “They’re here.”

  I ran to his side and felt the world spin out from under me. Not only had we called the last of the demon packs, but we’d also managed to call out a bunch of demons who’d escaped me at the police station in London. The ones who bred like rabbits. Also known as the ones that, currently, completely outnumbered us a hundred to one.

  So the whole thing should have been easy from then on out.

  Yeah, right.

  “Time to run.” Erik pushed at me and I let him as we ran for the stairs. Everyone in the house was ready to rumble. Doran, Pamela, Frank, and Liam waited impatiently at the front door. Coyote was absent. When I questioned that, Liam grunted.

  “He has another job tonight.” Nothing more, though, and I wondered what Coyote’s other job could possibly be.

  A unicorn, dark brown like milk chocolate, stood there, stomping his foot. He was the new leader of the crush, since they’d lost Nikko—at least until Calliope grew up.

  Let us see if these demons can keep up.

  Liam’s plan was simple. Lead the demons on foot to the castle, have Pamela blow the gates once they were all inside and then pull the castle down around them. That was where Blaz came in. He was going to keep any wayward giants at bay, and the rest of us were just bait. India and Kyle would stay behind, with Eve and the harpies watching out for them. Frank was coming with us, seeing as he really wasn’t a kid anymore. At least, as far as he was concerned.

  I didn’t wait, just leapt onto my ride’s back. The unicorn reared up and screamed a challenge at the demons, swinging his head and baring his teeth. They responded in kind with snarls and deep-throated roars as they raced across the property.

  Those of us who couldn’t shift had a unicorn to ride; Liam and Alex were in wolf form and ran ahead, leading the way. My heart pounded with adrenaline as we leapt forward, hooves tearing up the soft ground. The wind whipped around us, drawing the unicorn’s mane into a frenzy of tangles. I gripped hard with my legs and hands. Around me were the sounds of drumming hooves and the screech of demons in the midst of mania that came from blood lust.

  The demons thought they had us on the run, and maybe if they’d been smarter they would have realized we were drawing them into a trap.

  The full speed gallop over the countryside whipped by, and the demons never got close enough to do anything but snarl and snap, and hurl a few rocks and shit at us. Literal shit.

  Alex took to yelling insults back at them, and that was the most entertaining part of the whole gambit.

  “Shit throwers.”

  “Rabbit fuckers.”

  “Stinker heads.” That last was followed by Alex sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry at the demons.

  I glanced at Pamela who rode next to me, expecting to see at least a small smile. Nope, her eyes were focused ahead of us, her body tense like a rubber band pulled taut. I swallowed my own smile. I shouldn’t be thinking this was fun at all; it was serious business. But I couldn’t help it, if you couldn’t look at the world when it fell apart around you and see the funny shit, you would end up hating everyone and everything. Even I knew that.

  I turned in my seat and fired a few bolts from my crossbow, taking out the early runners. At least it would slow them down a little. Not to mention it pissed them off and made them even blinder to what we were doing.

  We galloped through the forest preceding the open plain to the castle, branches swatting at us, but everyone kept their seats.

  Three minutes and we were on the wide open space, the unicorns jumping over the downed legs of what was left of the original giant. The smell of rotting flesh and seriously bad feces rose up. Everyone except the unicorns gagged as the wind shifted, smacking us directly in the face.

  Ahead of us, the castle still burned with its freaky blood-red flames and in front of it stood a new giant. This new guy wasn’t any bigger than the last. But he was infinitely more deadly. He held a massive club with spikes and his eyes glowed red, the mark of possession clearly on him. He snarled as he started to run our way.

  “Okay, Blaz, you’re up.”

  About damn time.

  Blaz dropped from the sky where he’d followed us above the clouds. Fire rained down on the running oversized monster that let out a roar as flames wrapped around him. The unicorns turned on a burst of speed as we raced across the open plain, stealing my breath. From my position, I got a clear look at Blaz clamping his mouth around the giant’s hand—the one that held the club—and tearing it off. Previous experience told me the arm would grow back, but it would slow the big-ass bastard a little.

  “You got him?” I called over my shoulder.

  Blaz reared back in the air, his wings fanning the flames he’d started on the giant, his eyes wide and full of rage. This bitch is mine.

  Good enough. Pamela lifted one hand and the gate to the castle exploded inward, a perfect opening for our party.

  That was when the confusion started. My ride spun on his heels, skidding to a stop as the demons swarmed in behind us. I clung to his back as we dodged and ducked through the swarming mass and back out the gate. Erik was on one side of me, and Doran the other. Alex was ahead and I realized something was wrong.

  Pamela and Liam had stayed behind.

  I didn’t think about the consequences, or why they might have stayed, only that I couldn’t leave them there.

  I swung my legs to the side to slide off the unicorn’s back, but Erik’s mount slammed up against us. “You can’t save them.”

  My eyes shot to his as the horror of what he was saying overwhelmed me. “No!”

  I twisted to the other side only to find Doran there, blocking me. This was not happening. Behind us the castle exploded, sending blocks of granite and stone flying through the air. Our mounts were forced to scatter and I took my chance, sliding off the unicorn. I hit the ground, rolled to take the edge off the fall and was up and running toward the castle. This was not happening.

  Not now, not here.

  He shifted, grabbed Pamela and bolted for the doorway that opened into the deep level of the veil. There was no time to waste. Rylee would figure out what they were doing and then there would be no stopping her.

  Pamela clung to him as she kept the flames away. The demons seemed to think it was some great game and continued to chase them up the stairs. And all he could think about was that he wished he’d had one more minute to look into Rylee’s eyes. To tell her everything in person instead of in a letter. He’d entrusted it to Doran and it told her everything. Why he couldn’t tell her about this, about letting Coyote show her where she needed to go to be safe, and why. About how much he loved her and hated that he had to leave her in her darkest hours.

  The castle walls seemed to close in around them as they rounded the final corner and the open doorway loomed. Over ten feet, the gaping wound in the wall vibrated with energy. Behind them, the demons howled, closing in.

  “Pull it, Pam.”

  She didn’t question him, just pulled the walls and ceiling down behind them with a mere flick of her wrist. When it came to destruction, she was the one to deal out the blows. There was no stopping her at that point. She slid from his arms and went to the window, pointedly ignoring the opening in the veil. With her arms over her head she shook with power. The castle around them blew apart, chunks flying everywhere. Everywhere except where they stood.

  The demons set up a chorus of howls and screams, trapped under the rubble, and unable to escape.

  “Do we kill them first?” she whispered, as she lowered her arms and turned to face him.

  “No, we’ll leave that for Erik and Rylee. Trapped, the demons won’t be able to put up much of a fight.”

  She nodded and he knew what happened next would be hardest on her. He stood in front of the open doorway. “Hand me the blade.”

  Pamela moved up beside him and silently handed him the copper blade. He ran it over his left palm, opening up a deep cut. The blood flowed and he sm
eared it around the edge of the doorway, gritting his teeth as dirt and stone chips dug into the open wound. Behind him, Pamela struggled not to cry, her hiccupped breaths as loud as cannons going off in his ears.

  Jaw tight he turned to face her. Her eyes were shut tight and tears streamed down her face. Her lower lip was gripped tight between her teeth, so tight he could see the color fade.

  He didn’t say anything, just put his arms around her and hugged her. “Pamela, this is meant to be, and you are the only person who could do this.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “I know.”

  He slid the copper blade back to her, wrapping her fingers around the handle. “You can only do it because you love me. I know that, and I will be forever grateful for not only that love, but your willingness to fight for Rylee.”

  He smoothed her hair back, but she still wouldn’t look at him. From the courtyard came a voice that snapped both of their heads around.

  “LIAM!” Rylee called to him, her voice filled with panic, and he knew they were out of time.

  Wrapping his fingers around Pamela’s hand, he placed the tip of the blade against his heart. “It will be quick.”

  Pamela shoved him away from her, wrapping him in magic so tight he couldn’t breathe. Anger rippled across her face. “You can’t make me do this.”

  He lowered his head, chin to his chest. “You’re right, I can’t. But if you don’t, Rylee will die and the world will be lost to Orion.”

  My heart beat so loudly I knew Liam heard it. Could hear the fear in me. The copper blade gleamed and I twisted it in my hand. Rylee was coming; if I was going to do this, it had to be now. The sudden burst of anger slipped from me and I lowered Liam from against the wall, but he didn’t step away, didn’t rush at me. I’d hoped he would be angry I used my magic on him, but he wasn’t. His eyes were sad and resigned.