Chapter Thirty
Up! Stand up!" Trent muttered, his tight grip on my arm pulling me upright. Dazed, I felt Trent steady me as Al metaphorically cleared his throat, opening up his arsenal of black charms stored in the collective more than five thousand years ago during the bloody war between his people and Trent's.
Ugly black monstrosities rose and fell in my mind, charms to mutilate, break, and destroy by playing upon the base desires, guilt, and fears of another. It was numbing, and I felt the alien desire to crush rise up in me. Al's presence was smothering.
I leaned on Trent and opened my mind to him.
With a whimper, we both fell as Al's bearing sucked in Trent. "Stand up!" Al demanded, and we did, overshadowed and panting. It was getting easier to bear. "We have a worm to crush!" Al cried out, his eyes alight with the promise of vengeance.
"I'm okay," I said softly, then lifted my chin, accepting who I was and the history of those who came before me. I may not have written these hideous expressions of hate, but I understood them, even as I shuddered at their monstrosity.
Ku'Sox didn't have a clue or a prayer.
"Ku'Sox Sha-Ku'ru!" Al shouted, his voice echoing back from the broken earth. "Come forth and die!"
I took a deep breath as the painful, unharmonious jangle of lines merged into the collective. I felt Trent's awe, and with the imaginary sound of sliding bolts and echoing thumps, an ugly curse grew as if rising from the depths. Al's chanting pulled it into being, and I felt my face go ashen. It would do unspeakable damage, destroying Ku'Sox from his mind out, burning with endless fire and crushing his soul to nothing. That such things were possible seemed the worst kind of punishment.
"Terga et pectora telis transfigitur!" Al proclaimed, pushing out with both hands.
Trent jerked, and the energy of the spell pulled through me, burning my brain. The curse sped to Ku'Sox, unseen with a faint distortion as if the very air was recoiling from it.
Trent touched my arm, and I followed his gaze to the black haze coming at us. "Incoming!" I cried, and Al shoved me from him.
I fell on Trent, the ground slamming into us. A shimmer of a protection circle rose up, pulled into being by one or all of us. Al's charm nicked the edge of Ku'Sox's own circle, making an ear-numbing scream as it ricocheted to pinwheel erratically into a tall tower of rock.
I propped myself up on an elbow, jaw dropping when the mountain took the hit and collapsed inward, sucking into a loud bang that echoed to the black horizon.
"I'm not taking the smut for that," Trent whispered, inches away as the demons watching applauded. We got up, shaken as we looked across the space to see that Ku'Sox was staggering but upright, grim faced and determined.
"You don't really think water made the Grand Canyon, did you?" Al smirked. His circle fell as he flicked a ball of energy at Ku'Sox. The demons watching grudgingly applauded when Ku'Sox just as easily absorbed it.
"Throwing stones at each other is getting us nowhere," Trent said, his expression more annoyed than anything else as he tugged his lab coat straight.
"And apparently the ever-after has an expiration date?" I prompted, looking at the east.
Al sighed dramatically. "You have a better idea?" he said, slipping into our bubble to sidestep Ku'Sox's next attack. It hit with a muffled thump to make the earth tremble, and our circle quivered.
Trent frowned. "I do. Listen," he said, and my eyes opened as wild magic blossomed in my thoughts. With the memory of drums and wildly dancing lithesome shapes, I felt Trent's magic spill into me. It tingled to my fingers, and Al gasped. My hands clenched so I wouldn't move as the foreign memory of an intoxicated swaying to a greater will filled me. It was magic from the elven war, magic that demons had never been able to best.
I felt Al's stark terror melt into understanding, but Trent was lost to it, pulling everything to him, shaping it with no thought other than to build. I could feel the power growing with the strength of the sun, the certainty of the tides. A wing-lidded eye opened, purple and stark. It found me, and I shook.
"Bind it," Al whispered. "Rachel, bind it! It's wild magic! I can't!"
But I could. The wild magic had acknowledged me. I owed it, and it would see me through so I could pay my debt. With the energy of the lines, I wove a resonance about Trent's charm, binding it in a form that would find the one it was intended for and no other.
"Now," I whispered, feeling it grow. "Now!" I shouted, severing Trent from the magic and shoving it at Al.
"Ex cathedra!" Al shouted to give our curse strength, and Ku'Sox cried out as it blew through his circle unimpeded. Ku'Sox fell to the earth, the elven curse crawling over him like a thousand green snakes, eating his aura, his magic. In my mind, I heard a chiming laugh.
"Bind him!" Trent called out, springing forward through our joined auras as if he had done this a thousand times before, and perhaps in his mind, he had. "He has no magic, but he can still run!"
I ran for the unmoving slump of fabric, not wanting Ku'Sox to turn into a bird and eat us, but I slid to a stop when Al popped into existence right over him. Expression harsh, he put a foot on Ku'Sox's neck and leaned over him.
Trent was beside me. I could feel the auras of the surrounding demons, hear their harsh cries for revenge, taste their desire on the gritty wind. My heart pounded, and I watched as Al's face twisted and he bore down, choking Ku'Sox with his foot. Elven magic had downed him, and I felt a growing fear in the demons, even as they urged Ku'Sox's end.
Appalled, I watched as Ku'Sox pushed at Al's foot, pounding at his leg, his face becoming red as he arched his back and struggled.
"You were a mistake!" Al exclaimed, and Newt's androgynous form shoved another aside so she could see. Dali was beside her, and they served as stone-faced witnesses as they killed one of their own. "You were a mistake . . ." Al said again as Ku'Sox struggled, his fingers clawing Al's leg until they bled.
"Trial!" Ku'Sox rasped, his eyes fastening on Dali's.
I fixed my horrified gaze on Dali, seeing the demon clench his teeth. Could he claim that?
"Trial! I have a right . . ." he choked out, hardly audible over the surrounding din.
Dali grimaced and bent his head toward Newt's. "I think he said trial."
Al's teeth showed, and he bore down harder. Someone jostled me forward, and Trent pulled me back before I fell.
"I did!" Ku'Sox got out. "I have a right for a trial by demon!"
"He dies!" Trent shouted, his desire flowing through me by way of the slavers. "Now!"
I looked to the east, frightened when the angry mob of demons at my back began to subside into frustrated mutterings. "We don't have time for a trial!"
But Al was moving his foot.
"Al! You want them to put him in jail?" I shouted, and his eyes met mine, shocking me with their hatred. It would have been better if Trent's spell would have killed Ku'Sox directly, but elves apparently liked their prisoners alive.
"No." Al backed up a step, Ku'Sox lying between him and Newt and Dali. "I want to fucking kill him. Slow had been my intent, but fast would have been acceptable."
Ku'Sox was smiling wickedly as he sat up, scooting backward into the surrounding demons when Al made motions to kick him. "I'm a demon," he said, his voice smoothing out as found his aplomb. "I have a right to a trial."
"Let go of me!" Newt cried, wiggling in Dali's grip. "Let go! I will kill him myself if you are all too afraid, and then you can put me on trial!" she shouted.
"Be still, Newt!" Dali exclaimed, but the haze in her eyes scared me, even as I wanted to see an end to Ku'Sox.
"Ah, I have an idea," Trent said softly, his voice both musical and hard. "That is, if you are willing to listen to an elf. The one whose magic caught him."
I turned to Trent, wanting to protest that it had taken all three of us to catch him, but I held my tongue when I saw the harsh light in his eyes, the chilling bone-hard expression of dealing out a harsh death. I'd seen it once aimed at me, and I'd almost died.
Newt jerked from Dali, breathless as she faced us, Ku'Sox slowly getting up between us. "I'll hear the elf," she said bitterly.
"An elf?" a demon from the back called. "We should kill him, too."
There was a muttering agreement, and I stiffened. Trent's chin lifted. The wind shifted his stringy hair in the moonlight, and Trent said, "If he was a thief in my house, his actions stealing the space I claim, the air I breathe, I would do a trial by Hunt."
A chill lifted through me. Trent wouldn't meet my eyes as he stared at Dali. Al was shifting foot to foot, and a murmur of discontent was rising around us like a hot wind. "You would hunt him down?" a demon at the front of the circle said. "As an animal? As your ilk did before we beat you off?"
It was true, then. The demons had been the slaves of elves before the tables had been turned. My new alliance between the elves and demons was falling apart before it could even form, and my heart pounded. On my shoulder, Bis tightened his grip, promising a quick escape, but I didn't want to escape. I wanted justice. I wanted . . . the Hunt?
"I think it's a good idea," I said, my palms going sweaty as the memory of hate swirling in the demons landed on me.
"As they hunted us!" someone cried out, and Al winced. "Like animals!"
I stiffened when someone pushed me, and I stepped into Ku'Sox's space. "Yes. Yes!" I said again, louder, and they quieted. "Like animals. And you proved them wrong."
They shut up, and I turned to look at them, finding all eyes on me. "You are demons," I said forcefully, "not animals, and the elves stand at the brink of extinction from the force of your correction. Is it not enough?"
Trent stood unrepentant in his lab coat. He could have been in a T-shirt and flip-flops, and he still would have looked noble-proud, determined, harsh, and taking the blame of an entire people that came before him.
"Let me go," Ku'Sox said, his voice oily. "I'm a demon. I deserve a trial, not by some perverted elf tradition, but by my peers."
I looked at him as a scuffling arose from the unsure demons ringing him; then I walked over to stand before him, my hands on my hips. "But you're not a demon, Ku'Sox," I said, smiling beatifically. A sense of satisfaction grew within me. "Every demon here, every demon still alive has been a slave, has been hunted, even me. And you have not. You have never felt the anger of being made powerless, controlled, bought and sold." I stood, speaking now to those around me. "You have not," I said softly. "You have not felt the unfair lash, been pissed upon by those who call you animal, underling, an object." Al was thinking. They all were, and my stomach quivered.
"I think you need to be a demon before you can claim the right to a trial as one," I finished, and Ku'Sox scoffed.
"You want us to let him go!" someone shouted. "He nearly destroyed the ever-after!"
I held up a hand. "You all nearly destroyed the ever-after by your cowardice. I can fix the lines with Bis. You've seen it. Ask your gargoyles. They've taught him the resonance of your lines. The proper resonance, not this jagged purity. I can have them whole by sunup. And I say, yes, let him go, but as you once were, not as you are now."
The soft hum of decisions-yet-unmade started, and turning back to Ku'Sox, I reached out in my mind for Trent and Al. This was going to take all my finesse, and I didn't have a clue how to do it. It would take wild magic to fix it to him, and ancient demon wisdom to find it.
You want to do what to him? I heard an echo in my mind, the shock of understanding tagging the masculine emotion as Al's.
Like this, I said, eyes closing as a shimmer of my aura fell over Ku'Sox, tainted red from the ever-after. Ku'Sox stiffened, and as the memory of wild magic spun around and around in my head with the sound of fluttering wings, I showed Al a vision that he had shown me, a figure somewhat small, black as midnight, long fingers and toes, leathery wings, stretched like moonbeams. He would have an angular face, and wide black eyes, like Newt and Al now had. There would be long eyelashes, a small mouth, and whiskers, like a cat.
Al wove the charms at my direction, his shock and amazement making his attention skip and jump in mine. "My God!" whispered a voice, and I opened my eyes as the last of the charm melted away to leave Ku'Sox blinking up at us with large black eyes, looking exactly like I'd seen Al in his dream of blue butterflies.
"I had wings," someone breathed. "I remember they shone in the sun and how cool they felt in the sand."
"Black nails," another said.
"I remember the taste of clouds," came a voice from the back, soft and full of wonder. "Stardust in my ears."
"What have you done?" Ku'Sox said, putting a hand to his throat when it came out in a mild, soft hiss. "What have you done to me?"
My head was down as I tried to separate myself from the spell, curse, whatever. Trent's original curse denying Ku'Sox magic still held true, and he was helpless. He was a demon, the original form before mothers changed their children to make them stronger-into tools of war, images of man so well suited for it.
"Rachel?" Trent said, jerking me from my thoughts.
"I saw it in a dream of Al's," I said, looking up to see the wonder and awe in the faces around me. "Did I get it right?"
Trent shook his head in confusion, gazing at Ku'Sox as he tried to move, almost falling until he used his wing as support. "I have no idea."
"Let me go!" Ku'Sox cried, his wings opening in alarm, and they all shifted back, stepping on toes and shoving those behind them until we stood in a wide space open to the night sky, ringed by silent demons. Newt was crying silent tears, trapped in a memory.
"Let him go," I said, and all eyes came back to me as Ku'Sox felt his face in panic and tried to find his balance. "I say he has no right to claim demon law because he isn't one. We hunt. If he runs far and fast enough, he can live with the memory of being hunted, of being a demon. He will deserve to live. But if he is caught . . ." I hesitated, seeing understanding trickle through them, reigniting their bloodlust. "If he's caught, then kill him like the animal he is."
"I am not an animal!" Ku'Sox cried out, his voice high as the demons cheered their approval.
"Yes, you are, dear boy," Newt said, her cheeks wet as she came forward to help him find his balance. "I say that the elf, ah, that Trenton, has an excellent idea. Let Ku'Sox go."
Ku'Sox tensed to jump up and away, and he was mobbed, beaten down. I backed up into Trent, and he held me in front of him, his grip warm and his breath coming over my shoulder as they dragged Ku'Sox up and spread his wings wide so he couldn't move.
"Say you we hunt?" Dali shouted, and I winced at their shouts, fisted hands in the air.
Ku'Sox struggled, blood running in little rivulets from where they gripped too hard. "You can't do this to me!" he rasped, his black eyes wide in fear. "I am a god!"
Newt came forward. "But we can, love," she said, giving him a small kiss on his furry face. "Fly fast."
"No!" he shouted, his word whistling in fear, and they let him go.
I ducked as he was away, his wings beating the ground as he surged into the air. Sounding like a dove, he whistled into the night sky. My heart thudded as I watched him go, his gray shadow quickly going faint.
"He's getting away!" someone shouted, and Bis flapped his wings for their attention.
"I can find him," the little gargoyle said as he took to the air, and I was proud of him for having lost his fear.
Al sidled up to me, leaning to mutter, "I hope you know what you're doing. He's going to be the devil to catch again."Ku'Sox's shadow dwindled and vanished into moonlight. Clusters of demons were watching as well, discussing the best way to follow-giving him a generous head start but clearly eager to be away. "He was impossible to catch before only because you didn't stand up to him," I said softly, my gaze lingering upon Bis, sporting in the air over them, spiraling in his joy of flight. The gargoyles . . .
At my other side, Trent was frowning, still watching the sky. "We need mounts for a hunt. I'm not going to run after him."
I turned to Al, seeing he had the same idea I had. "Winged mounts," the demon said, and I nodded as he took a huge breath, and shouted, "Tre-e-e-ebl-l-l-le!"
Trent drew back in awe as Al's gargoyle popped into existence right before us, looking as large as Etude, but thinner. She lashed her black-tipped tail and winked at Bis wheeling above her. "I'll thank you for getting your demon to fix his holy-ass's line," she said brightly to Bis, her ears flat to her skull and making Al scowl. "How about the rest of them? It still sounds like hell out there."
"Working on it," Bis said breathlessly as he landed on my shoulder, and I sealed my thoughts off so I wouldn't have to deal with the screaming line just yet.
Demons had noticed, and like a fantasy flick gone wild, dragonlike shapes were popping in everywhere, enthusiastic gargoyles eager for a chance to pay back some of the misery they had endured for the last week. I backed up into Trent as Al swung atop Treble, the gargoyle shivering as she rose easily up into the air before dropping back down. Wings were unfolding everywhere, yellow and red eyes swirling with an eagerness to be away. Shouts echoed, and I paled. Ku'Sox didn't have a chance.
"Go! Go!" Newt cried atop a gray-faced, wrinkled gargoyle, and the behemoth rose up on two legs, wings stretching to show a patchwork of scars. His expression savage, he gnashed his black teeth and vaulted into the night.
Others followed, and I hid my face as the dust flew. The noise peaked and dwindled, and I looked up as they rose in a great spiral, cutting between me and the stars.
"They will find him," Trent said, and I turned, my scuff sounding loud in the sudden hush. Behind him, Al waited with Treble, hungry to be gone. Trent's face held resolute emptiness. He had wanted to go, needed to see an end, needed to be a part of it. And he had been excluded. We needed one more mount.
"Bis?" I said, and the little gargoyle's eyes blinked.
"I'll get my dad," he said and vanished before I could tell him his father was likely lying broken next to the Loveland ley line. My shoulders sagged with guilt, and I thought of Ivy and Jenks. Why did I always leave such a huge amount of collateral damage? Maybe I should have taken the shame of simply killing Ku'Sox in his sleep.
"Having second thoughts, itchy witch?" Al said as Treble dug her claws into the earth to leave great gouging divots.
I took a breath to answer, my head jerking up along with Al's as a great shape sprang into existence above us in the empty night sky. "Etude!" I cried out, and he waved, great gaping holes in his wings looking painful as he spiraled down, Bis darting energetically around him.
"Mother pus bucket, he's a big one," Al said, making Treble blush a deep black.
"You're alive!" I cried out, elated as he landed.
Bis alighted on his dad's shoulder, looking proud. "My dad fought Ku'Sox!" he crowed. "They're singing about him already!"
Etude snuck a glance at Treble, his gaze lingering on Al perched on her back. "I'm glad you're alive as well," he said, a heavy hand touching my shoulder to make me feel small. "My boy is safe. If you ever need anything-"
"She needs a mount," Al said, interrupting him. "We are hunting the breaker of the lines. Interested?"
Etude stiffened, his eyes flicking to the sky. "Is that what I hear? Yes, I'd gladly take a pound of flesh for the pain we've endured. Rachel? Don't mind my wings, I can still fly. We can be on them in moments. They are blazing a trail even humans can see and tremble at."
Trent's jaw clenched, and he looked at the sky.
"Not me," I said, looking at Trent. "Take him."
Shocked, Trent turned. "Me?"
I shrugged, ignoring Al's heavy sigh to get on with it. "This is your kind of thing," I said, remembering the baying of dogs and the fear. Maybe I was with my kin after all. "I've got stuff to do. Lines to fix."
Etude nodded, looking disappointed as Trent seemed to grow three inches taller, eagerly accepting Etude's helping hand to sit astride him. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned back down and extended a hand for me.
"This is your kind of thing, too," he said, his eyes glowing with his need to ride, to chase, to hunt. "You can fix the lines later."
"No," I said, then slapped at Treble's hands as she grabbed me about the waist and plopped me behind Trent. "Hey! Wait!" I shouted, then screamed as Etude jumped into the air, his wings beating fiercely. My arms flashed around Trent, and I could have smacked him for his laugh. A wash of ever-after coated us, an echo of a healing spell ringing in my head as Al mended Etude's wings. Etude rumbled his thanks, then stole Treble's wind, earning a screech and a mock dive from her.
"They went this way, Rachel!" Bis said, his words ripped away with the black, gritty wind beating against me. My hands were about Trent's waist, the warmth of his body blocking most of the wind as I peered around him, looking for a red smear of magic. I could smell the ringing of an iron bell, and the warm scent of cinnamon, all washing over me in a cascading sensation of heat.
With a tweak on my awareness, Treble winked out of existence, diving into a line on the wing. My breath caught, and feeling Bis enfold us, the force of the wind vanished, replaced with the howling energy of a line.
And then reality was back, and we were diving into Cincinnati. Lights of buses and cars flashed as the chill air of the coming dawn pulled through my hair. Exalting in it, I spread my arms and held on with my legs to let the air brush the stink of burnt amber from me.
I felt Al's sudden emotion flair, feeling it echoed in Trent. He stiffened before me, and I looked, first at Al and Treble flying close by, and then to the city we were approaching. Cincinnati was beautiful with lights, green with spring, the sounds from her muted as the dawn approached and nightwalkers looked to the sky and stared at the weaving magic of red racing through the city buildings.
We had found them, and Treble cried out. The warbling call for battle was answered, and I shivered, remembering hearing the dogs bay for me. Still distant but closing, a red ribbon of magic iced the pack of demons on their winged mounts, chasing a fleeting shadow of gray, running for his life. Darting between buildings, rising and falling wildly, he flew, the demons tight behind, glorying in the chase.
"Look!" I called as the glowing Hunt flowed through the center of the city and Ku'Sox vanished into a ley line. But instead of following as they had through Al's line, the demons rose up in a huge arc like leaves in the wind coming up against a wall, scattering into chaos.
"They don't know where he went!" Bis shouted, his red eyes catching the streetlight as he swooped at my elbow. "Follow me!"
He dove toward the ground, and I shrieked as Etude followed, Al tight behind.
We slammed into the ley line, vanishing into chaos. Bis found me, throwing a resonance into my thoughts. Through the rings, Al watched and Trent marveled as I wove a circle around it, capturing the imbalance and tuning it to the university's ley line.
We burst into existence in the ever-after, a stream of howling demons following us as we fought for altitude, dodging broken shells of buildings. Ku'Sox was just ahead, and the demons surged after him, screaming their vengeance, red magic streaming behind them. It was truly the Wild Hunt, and I would be lying if I said it didn't scare the crap out of me.
On Ku'Sox fled, and on we followed, hounding him, following him through line after line as he tried to shake us like a fox traveling down a river. We sped through reality, causing fear and awe among those who saw us, a red smear of magic howling against the stars, rising in the heat from the buildings and dropping over the cool woods. Over the ever-after we tore, sending up gouts of red dust as we followed dead rivers and empty lakes, scoured by the gritty wind. We followed until Bis grew exhausted from mending the lines and rode in his father's arms and I slumped behind Trent, weary and heartsick. This was not me. I didn't thirst for vengeance, even vengeance justly earned. I did not demand blood for blood. I did this to live without fear. I wanted an end to it.
Still, each line we mended gave the gargoyles strength until they were reaching for Ku'Sox's wings, the purity of the lines a harsh contrast to the demons' base desire for death. Then Etude's weight shifted, and I realized we were landing.
"What?" I said, pulling my head up from Trent's back where I'd been hiding, wishing it was over.
"He's gone to ground!" Trent shouted, pointing, and I looked at the dusty red earth, brightening in the coming sunrise. Demons were sliding from the backs of their gargoyles, clustered about a small pile of rock. Slowly Etude spiraled down. The noise of the earth strengthened, and my stomach twisted. This was the end.
Etude found a place, his wings closing the instant his feet lightly touched the ground. Trent slid from him easily, and I slowly followed. My hand on Trent's shoulder, I stumbled after him, pushing through the demons and gargoyles to find Ku'Sox's hole.
"We'll never get him out of there," I said, looking at the brightening sky. Already the black of the hazy sky was turning to a faint pink, and the gritty wind was picking up. I didn't know where we were-all places were the same in the ever-after.
"Or maybe we will," I said again as I realized the gargoyles, though weary from flight, were tearing great gaping holes in the earth. Like organized terriers, they dug great chunks of dirt, tossing them to the side as if they were pillows to shatter into smaller chunks.
I blanched at Trent's anticipation. He stood waiting, elated and riding the high of the chase and looking forward to the grisly end. He felt my eyes on him, and he looked up. "It was a good Hunt," he said, and the demons who heard him agreed, their gaze holding a new respect.
A call went up, and the stones quit falling upward from the hole. A muffled boom shifted the earth, and a handful of demons dropped into the craggy entrance. I leaned forward, Trent beside me. Something oily slid through my thoughts, and I shuddered. Al was the only one not looking down into the hole. He was looking at me, and I quailed.
"We have him!" came up a call, and those of us at the edge backed up. "We have him! And his familiar, too!"
Nick? I shivered, my arms going around me as the demons crawled up from the hole, their gargoyles leading the way to help them. Two sodden thumps hit the dirt, and the watching demons went quiet. Only one of the captives breathed.
"Nick?" I said, and the man's eyes found mine, widening.
"Rachel!" he said, then fell back when someone shoved him down. He hit the dead body of Ku'Sox and recoiled, horrified as he tried to move away from the alien-looking shape. Ku'Sox's wings were broken in several places, and his head was tilted at a sickening angle, his neck snapped through. He was dead, but I felt nothing, numb.
"We found them grappling," a demon I didn't recognize said. "I don't know if we killed Ku'Sox or his familiar."
My eyes widened and my knees wobbled as I realized what had happened. Was that Ku'Sox dead before me, or Nick-Ku'Sox changing their forms in order to survive?
"Rachel, it's me!" he said, rising up only to get shoved down again. "Tell them it's me! I never meant to hurt you! Please!"
The demon holding a staff to his chest shrugged. "Well?" the demon asked me. "You know him best. Is it Ku'Sox or his familiar?"
I edged past Trent, feeling every stone under my foot, every gust of gritty wind in my snarled hair. Weary, I came to a halt before the downed figure, seeing the emotion behind his eyes, the wrinkles just starting at the corners, the stubble glinting red in the rising sun. It looked the same as when I had left Nick at midnight.
Reaching out, I touched his face, rubbing a bit of blood off his cheek, feeling it between my fingers, remembering Nick's smile that turned into betrayal, not once, twice, but three times. Was this Nick or Ku'Sox?
"Rachel," he whispered, begging. "Tell them it's me."
My heart beat, and my lungs emptied. Ceri was gone. Pierce. But what hurt the most was that two girls would grow up not knowing Ceri's proud strength, how her compassion blended with a brutal justice, and that she had loved them with the depth of her soul.
"Rachel!" he screamed, terror making his face lined. "You told me that you would keep me safe!"
I leaned in, smelling the fear in his sweat under the stink of burnt amber. "You left the church," I breathed, and he jerked away from me.
Trent's light touch on my elbow shocked through me, and I spun. "It's Nick," he said to me, his desperate expression the last thing I'd ever expected.
I know it's Nick! I screamed in my thoughts, but I didn't want it to be. If I said it was Ku'Sox, they would rip him apart. I wanted him dead. I wanted him gone. How could I let him feel the sun and joy when he was why Ceri and Pierce were dead?
Trent stepped forward, the demons silently watching. "You know it's him."
"He should be dead!" I shouted, and he nodded, his eyes closing in a strength-gathering blink. "He is slime! He's everything I despise. He's hurt you, he's hurt me, and he has lied to me too many times. He doesn't deserve to walk away from this!"
Nick pulled himself together, shaking as he looked up at me whispering, "Please."
Trent shoved a toe at him to be quiet, then took my hands to draw my attention to himself instead. On our fingers, the slavers glinted blood red in the coming sunrise. "You're right," he said, and Nick whimpered. "But let him live. Not for him. For me."
"For you!" I jerked out of his grip, falling back into Al. His thick hand fell on my shoulder, and I pulled myself straight.
Jaw clenching, Trent followed me. Nick cowered behind him, the torn remains of Ku'Sox steaming beside him in the cold wind. "For me," he said, but his voice was too soft for it to be him wanting to take his revenge on Nick alone. "I want . . ." he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. "I want one pure thing in my life," he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. "I want one thing I can point to and say, 'That is good, and it's a part of me.' "
My heart thudded and my eyes teared up. He thought I was good? I couldn't speak as Trent took my hands and pulled me a step from Al, and I shivered as the demon's touch fell away. "I want," he said softly, "you to keep what you can of the person you want to be. Don't sacrifice it for this." Lip curling, he gave Nick a sidelong, dismissive glance. "Don't let your desire for revenge give him the power to make you what you don't want to be."
"It's hard," I said, and the demons around me began to shuffle, eager to be gone.
But he smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Of course it is. If it was easy, everyone would do it."
Newt pushed the dead carcass of Ku'Sox into the hole with her foot, and Nick scrabbled away from the edge. "Well?"
It hurt to say it, but I took a breath and looked straight up. Trent's fingers were clasped in mine. "It's Nick," I said, then danced back when Nick cried out, reaching for me.
As one, the demons groaned. Al's shoulders slumped, and then his eyes narrowed. "I say we still kill him," he muttered, reaching, and Newt slammed her staff down between them.
"I claim him!" she shouted, swinging her staff in a wide circle, and they fell back, used to her outbursts. Trent pulled me out of the way, and I watched Newt almost crouch over Nick, her robes covering his feet. "He's mine! He's mine by rights! His actions cost me a familiar, and I claim him!"
"No!" Nick cried out, his hand reaching for me. "Rachel! Please!"
Her head tilted, Newt waited, one eye almost slitted shut as she looked at me. I nodded, and the demon laughed, hauling him up and giving him a shake. "Go wait for me," she intoned, and he stared, panting in fear. She gave him a shove, and he stumbled, vanishing as she flung him to her rooms. I thought of him landing in the mockery of my kitchen, and a tiny part of me felt the first hints of justice.
I jumped when Al's hand landed on my shoulder again. "He will be dead in a week," the demon murmured, his ash-scented breath tickling my ear.
But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.
The sound of Newt's staff scraping on the stones was loud as she came forward to us. Demons were vanishing with their gargoyles in pairs and groups, and the bite of windblown rock blew about my feet, rising. I closed my eyes when it reached my face, and my hair began to stream behind me. I didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow. Maybe I could take a day off.
"It was an excellent Hunt," Trent said, and my eyes flew open to see him extending his hand to Dali. "I am Trenton Aloysius Kalamack. I am not my ancestor."
Dali looked at it, then Trent. "No, you are not," he said, his hand unmoving. "But you come from the same place."
Trent's hand slowly dropped, and he inclined his head in understanding. "Perhaps later."
Dali backed up a step, his eyes touching mine and Al's. "I need to think on this." A coating of ever-after shimmered over him, leaving the clear air of morning empty of him.
Newt sighed. "And so it circles," she said, her black eyes coming to meet mine as the sun spilled over the rim of the ever-after, turning me a blood red. "It looks as if I won't be killing you this morning, Rachel. You have been given a reprieve."
Nodding, I pulled the slaver ring off my finger and handed it to Trent. The two demons winced as Trent removed his slave ring, silent as he handed them back to me. They were mine again, and I could destroy them.
I was alive, but what color was my soul?