Betrayal 2012 (17 page)

“Are you okay?” Graham asked with a raspy voice like he’d just woken up for a nap.

“He got my arm but I’ll heal.”  I turned to look back towards the house.  “We need to go help.”

“Yes, we do.”  He dropped his head in shame.  “I just knew that this was the only place that I could fight them.”

I swam over to him and grabbed his face, giving his cheek a quick kiss.  “I’m not accusing you of running away, Graham.  You were amazing.  But now we need to go back.”

A small grin appeared in the corner of his mouth.  “Amazing, huh?”

I sighed in frustration and pushed away from him.  Now was not the time to flirt.  I dove head first into the dark ocean and stayed under the surface as I propelled myself towards the beach.  I didn’t know if Graham would follow me, but I soon sensed his presence by my side. 

When we got closer to the shore, I commanded my body to change so before I reached the beach, I was walking on two legs again.  Graham changed quickly too and emerged from the surf like a sea god.  The man was certainly too good looking for anyone to see and the way he sauntered over towards me let me know that he was anticipating my reaction.

He grabbed my arm and held it up into the moonlight to examine the wound.  Even though this wasn’t the time to flirt, I couldn’t help but feel the electricity shooting through my body.  His hand rubbed lightly against the raised gashes that had partially healed with my transition.  And when his lips gently pressed along my skin it took every ounce of fiber in my being not to jump into his arms.

“What are you doing,” I whispered.  Without removing his lips from my arm he lifted his eyes up to meet my gaze.

“I am healing your wounds,” his accented voice cooed.

“I think I’m healed now.”  I didn’t want him to stop but it was too dangerous for him to continue.  His eyes blazed with desire.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay.”  His hands slid down and grasped my fingers, pulling me a couple of steps closer.  “Isn’t this exciting?”

Not knowing exactly what he was talking about I asked, “What?  Almost dying or standing naked on the beach?”

He laughed and pulled me close enough to wrap his arms around my lower back.  I was pressed up against his warm body and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was sure that he could hear it.  “Both, luv.”

That snapped me back into my senses.  “People are dying Graham, and you’re excited about it?”

“Ah, that’s not exactly what I meant and I think you know that.”  He looked down at me with his trademark intense stare and momentarily stunned me into silence.  “I’m excited that you are here in my arms when the odds were against us.”

“And you also enjoy the battle.”

“And I enjoy some aspects of the battle,” he smiled.

“You’re an adrenaline junkie,” I stated.

“Perhaps.”

“Well, feed your desires at the house.  I’m sure there are a few more ratchets there for you to squeeze to death.”  I had finally found something I didn’t like about him and I was going to use that to keep my hormones in check from now on.

“If I could truly feed my desires, luv, than I wouldn’t want to go back to that house.”  I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to ignore his implications.  Why did he have this power over me?  He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top of my head, reminding me of how Brendan used to comfort me. 

And that was all it took.

I pushed away from him and began jogging back towards the house.  I missed Brendan and Graham simply didn’t compare.  “We need to go help Jeremiah,” I yelled behind me, not really caring if he followed or not.  In fact, the further away he stayed, the better I would probably handle the situation awaiting us at the house.

Twelve

The situation was bad.  Graham caught up to me by the time I ran through the gates and got my first glimpse of the destruction.  Several small fires were burning in various parts of the property and bodies were strewn all over the front lawn.  The servant quarters, as Jeremiah called them, were almost completely destroyed by the fire at this point.  I didn’t know exactly how many humans slept in there, but I knew it was a lot and I worried that not a single one of them escaped.

Graham walked past me and through the front door of the house.  I took longer, making sure to step over the pieces of body parts and puddles of blood.  There didn’t seem to be any ratchets left, but they had certainly caused an immense amount of damage.  Tears poured from my eyes without control as I walked around at least a dozen humans and several protectors who died fighting for us.

When I reached the front door, Graham nearly ran into me.  “Here,” he said while shoving a robe into my hands.  He was already covered up and the look on his face told me that I wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.  “I need you to come with me.”

He turned and I followed him down the dark hallway and towards the indoor pool at the rear of the house.  People were scattered all over the other rooms and the grand staircase.  Many were crying, most were injured, and I could see that only a few were in good enough shape to move around and help the others.  Those creatures had caused so much death in such a short amount of time.  It made me wonder how we were ever going to beat Lucian if this was his doing.  My emotions were scattered, my vision was blurred with tears, and I was scared.

I was fairly certain that this attack was planned.  It happened at night when most would be asleep and there had been water sprites.  Lucian’s go-to assassins of the water world.  I’d tried to control them, and I’d failed.  I’d failed everyone here and everyone who was still on Lucian’s hit list.  When we walked into the atrium area, all thoughts of pity and dismay disappeared as I saw what was lying before me.

The pool was now glowing red and several body parts were floating around at the surface.  Two protectors were leaning against the wall near the door, one helping to stop the other from bleeding out of a dangerous wound on his neck.  It seemed to be hopeless and I watched as the injured merman who’d pledged his life to protect others, closed his eyes for a final time.  His friend began to sob and it was almost too much for me to handle.  Until something else caught my attention.

Near the wooden table that Jeremiah used for impromptu meetings, was the merman and his pet selkie.  Malcolm was leaning over Jeremiah and whispering something to his master.  He gently stoked his head and I noticed that Jeremiah’s hand was clasped around the selkie’s arm.  Graham and I ran forward.

“Malcolm!  How is he?”  I fell to my knees, suddenly afraid of what might happen to the man who had been teaching me the past few days.

Malcolm shook his head.  “It’s not good.  They got his femoral artery.  He’s bleeding out.”

“Can’t he change and heal himself?”  I asked.  But when I looked at Jeremiah’s face I knew the answer.  His normally tanned skin was a sickly pale color and his breathing was barely noticeable.  Graham knelt next to us without saying a word.

“Eviana…” Jeremiah whispered.  I moved so that I could lean down close to his face to hear him.

“I’m here, Jeremiah.”  I nearly choked on my words.  For as much as I loathed the man just a few days earlier, this was not how he deserved to die.  I couldn’t stop the tears.

“Are you crying for me?” he asked in a strangled sort of whisper.

“Shh.  Don’t talk.” I continued to rub his head while Malcolm and Graham sat silently by his side.

“You need to know….something…”  Jeremiah started to cough and Malcolm suddenly cried out.  The artery in his leg was shooting blood with each spasm and even though Malcolm had his hands pressed to the wound, it was not enough.  There was a large pool of blood seeping out around us now, evidence that Jeremiah didn’t have much time left.  He reached up and grabbed my hand. 

“You….not….safe.”

“It’s okay Jeremiah.  They’re all gone.  Graham killed all of the ratchets.”  I saw Malcolm’s head snap up and stare at Graham. Whether it was because of the ratchets or the fact that Graham had been able to kill them, I didn’t know.  Now wasn’t the time to ask.  Plus, Jeremiah was still trying to tell me something.

“Not safe…him…too close...”  I had absolutely no idea what he was trying to tell me.  I knew that it wasn’t safe for me to be around Lucian.  My parent’s death had shown me that.  But it seemed as if he was trying to tell me something else.

“Go…home…and…speak…with…” he coughed again.  His eyes rolled back and he finally took a deep breath.  Only this time when he let it out, he never moved again.

“Jeremiah!” I yelled out and shook him by the shoulders.  “Jeremiah!”

Malcolm sat back on the ground and sighed.  “He’s gone now.”  He ran his hands over his face and head, and because they were covered in blood, it made for a gruesome sight.

“I need to call this in,” Graham announced as he pushed up to his feet and made his way out of the room.

I looked down at Jeremiah.  Shunned by his clan, more arrogant than a god, and killed by a supernatural dog.  Using my hand to close his eyes, I set his head gently on the ground and turned my back to his lifeless body.  The site in the pool didn’t help to calm me any, so I just closed my eyes and listened to the distant background noise of the beating drum soundtrack Jeremiah liked to play in here.

“We need to do a body count,” Malcolm suddenly said.  Looking at the pool again and remembering the carnage out front, I wondered how accurate that count might be. 

“Start with the live ones,” I said.  He nodded and got to work.  I watched as he helped the protector leave his dead friend behind to assist with the task.  Most of the protectors were usually ex-military so putting their emotions away to deal with an emergency situation should be second nature to them.

I, on the other hand, was not getting any better at handling all of this death and destruction.  Lucian wanted a meeting with the Council and with me.  They didn’t want to negotiate, but after witnessing this bloodbath tonight, I knew that I had to change their minds.  All of these senseless deaths could have been prevented. 
Should
have been prevented. 

My thoughts then drifted to that overturned cruise ship.  Thousands of innocent people killed in order to make a point.  Lucian Sutherland was insane, but the only way to fight that right now was to hear him out.  He obviously wanted to make some demands, so I needed to convince the Council that it was worth our time to at least listen to him.  Then we could strategize for the best way to take him out.

I stood and found a discarded towel with only a little blood on it and used it to cover up Jeremiah’s body.  Closing my eyes, I wished for him to have a peaceful afterlife then walked out of the room. 

I continued until I reached the front door where I saw Graham pacing back and forth yelling into his cell phone.  To my right was the dining room where the three of us had recently shared our meals.  Now those nights felt like a lifetime ago.

Everything was changing again.  War with Lucian was inevitable now, and how we handled ourselves from here was yet to be determined.  Graham stepped into the house and let out a long breath. 

“What’s the plan?” I asked.

I must have startled him because he jumped a little to the side when I spoke.  “The Council is sending a clean-up crew now.  They should be here in an hour.”  A clean-up crew?  That sounded so horrible.

“Did you tell them about Jeremiah?”

“Yes.”  He paced around the room some more until Malcolm’s appearance stopped him dead in his tracks.

“There are only ten of us left, Mistress.”