Endlessly (Paranormalcy) (17 page)

W
hat
the crap?” I hurried toward the flashing police lights, but Reth put a hand on my arm to slow me.

“Perhaps, for once, it would be best to evaluate the situation before charging in. This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity.”

“Why would the police be here though? Something must be wrong.”

Reth looked exasperated. “When is something ever not wrong in your life?”

I frowned. “That’s my line.”

I heard someone yelling; it only took seconds to realize it was Arianna, reaming into someone with a profanity-laced tirade. I shook off Reth and ran, cutting away from the path in a straight line and breaking out of the trees onto the long driveway. Several police cars were jammed there, completely blocking the place. A SWAT truck, too, which ruled out someone having had an accident. Not that that would have been preferable, but…

Well, yeah, maybe it would.

I ran around the cars, then skidded to a stop. Jack was sitting on the ground in front of me and to the side of the cars, his arms behind him.

“What’s going on?”

He looked up at me, a scowl marring his cherubic features. “Bloody handcuffs—made of steel, which has too much iron, which means I can’t go anywhere.”

“Well, yes, clearly, but what’s going on?”

“Search me. Oh wait, they already did. You know, I take back everything I said about you being my only friend. I don’t like you at all. No amount of fun makes up for all the pain and annoyance you introduce into my life.”

“Right back at ’cha,” I muttered, walking past him. I wished I had Tasey, but then again, being armed right now was probably a bad idea. I wondered why no one was watching Jack, but that was quickly answered when I walked past the corner of the unattached garage and had a view of the wraparound porch. Arianna stood there, continuing her
verbal abuse, surrounded by a dozen uniformed men.

I shouldn’t have found the sight amusing, but she had all of them fighting with one another. Clearly her vampire powers of compelling people were in full force, but since she could only push someone in a direction they were inclined to go anyway, the only police she could affect were those that felt some sympathy for her. Those ones were passionately arguing with the others to leave Arianna the creatively-cuss-laden-adjectives alone.

The unaffected ones, however, were utterly confused by their companions’ attitudes and were pushing back. Scanning how many firearms were holstered—or in some cases already in hand—I realized this situation could get out of control very, very quickly.

I stood behind the group, unnoticed, and waved my arms to attract Arianna’s attention. Her eyes widened. She quickly and furiously shook her head, then jerked her chin to motion for me to leave.

Even more confused than before, I started backing up. I’d go around and get in through the kitchen; David and Raquel had to know what was going on. Unfortunately for all of us, that was when Lend came out the front door, immediately collapsed with a thunk that made me cringe, and—perfect—went completely transparent.

The police officers stopped fighting, every eye glued on my boyfriend, now essentially invisible other than his T-shirt and flannel pajama pants.

“Okay,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “No. This is unacceptable. I don’t care what the bleep is going on, we’re going to get it settled immediately or I swear I will give you all to the Dark Queen and let her feed on your dreams for the rest of eternity.”

Every head turned my direction, their faces a portrait of shock and disbelief.

“What, you’ve never seen a boy made of water before? Yawn. Go down to the pond—it’ll really blow your mind.”

One close to the front—a barrel-chested, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a thick mustache—shook his head as though trying to clear it. “Are you Evelyn Green?”

“Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.”

He tried to look at me, but his eyes kept drifting back to Lend. “You’re under—We’re here to—Could you please come with us?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I couldn’t. You’re last place in a very long line of people who want me right now. Besides, I haven’t done anything.”

“Actually,” said a painfully tall and thin officer with a voice that struggled between tenor and bass but really sounded like a dog with something caught in its throat, “you’re wanted for terrorism.” He shrugged apologetically. “We’re supposed to take you into NSA headquarters.”

“I think you have the wrong acronym there,” I said. This had Anne-Whatever Whatever written all over it. No
doubt she couldn’t break the barriers that the Seelie faeries and all the elementals had set up here after IPCA snatched me, so now she was sending human cronies in to do her dirty work.

The vast majority of the officers hadn’t even looked up from Lend, their eyes glued as their brains tried to process something they simply couldn’t accept as real.

“Look, guys, I know you mean well and you’re doing your job, but it’d be better for everyone if you all got back in your cars and drove away. Pretend like this never happened. I promise I’m not going to blow anything up and the most un-American thing I’ve ever done is root for South Korea in speed skating during the Olympics. This whole thing falls so far out of your jurisdiction it’s not even funny.” I pictured the officers cuffing Reth and reading him his rights, then trying to detain Cresseda. “Okay, it’s a little funny. But seriously. As far as you’re all concerned, I’m just a teen girl who is really far behind on planning for the dance decorating committee. And also dating an invisible boy.”

“Orders are orders,” the mustachioed man said gruffly, elbowing the men around him and startling them out of their paranormal-induced stupor. “We’re taking you in.” He walked down the steps.

I sighed. “Don’t make me call the dragon.”

He laughed, and so did most of the others, but a few looked back at Lend and the blood drained from their faces.

“Look, kid, I’m with you. I think this is all a mistake, maybe even a clerical error. We’ll figure it out at the station.”

Arianna swore, stamping her foot. “That’s
it
!” She put her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill, earsplitting whistle. A rush of wind engulfed us as the dragon in all its serpentine glory snaked out of the trees, settling onto the ground and rearing up to stare down at all of us.

I thought I’d learn a few new words, but the men were too shocked to even swear this time. The tall, skinny officer raised both hands, the gun in them trembling so badly he could barely hold it up. Arianna set her hand on his arm, making him look her in the eyes.

“Put it down,” she said, her voice soft. He did as she said.

“Well, what are we going to do with them now?” I looked to Arianna for help.

“Allow me to handle this, Evie,” Raquel said, hurrying out of the trees with David.

“Sorry,” Arianna said. “Thought I could take care of it on my own.”

“Don’t worry about it.” David smiled kindly at her.

“If I can have all your attention.” Raquel’s voice was all business. “You will please come with me, and I will answer your questions and issue new instructions.” I didn’t think the officers would listen to her, but I guess when you’re staring at a dragon, anyone who sounds like they’re
calm and collected is the person to follow. “Arianna, care to assist?”

She nodded, slouching off the steps and following Raquel to the group of cars. Not taking their eyes off the dragon, who merely stood regarding them with half-lidded eyes, they all followed, tripping down the stairs and bumping into one another in their eagerness to leave.

I sat on the porch floor, pulling Lend’s head into my lap and hoping he wouldn’t be bruised from that fall. “Reth!” I shouted. “Reth!” Where was that blasted faerie?

After a few minutes Jack walked over, rubbing at his wrists with a sour look on his face as he casually dodged around the sentinel dragon. “I always forget how little sense of humor police officers have. Shame, really, considering how much fun they could have with their jobs.”

“I’d kill for a siren and lights. Or, you know, a car and a license.”

Jack sat on the steps, leaning back on his elbows. “That was a little more excitement than I usually like at dawn.” He shifted a few times, all awkward, pent-up nervousness. “Evie?”

“Jack?”

“What are you going to do? I mean, with all this.”

I looked out at the winterscape, absently playing with Lend’s clear hair. “I’m going to try to fix it, if I can. I’m going to open a gate and send all the faeries and paranormals
back where they came from.”

He was quiet for a long time. I didn’t ask what he was thinking; I knew how much pain he harbored, how much hate seethed inside for the faeries that stole his life away. He’d wanted me to send them to hell, and instead I was giving them—well, most of them, anyway—exactly what they wanted.

“I guess,” he said, finally, “that’s okay, then. Gone is gone, right?”

“Right.” I smiled sadly at him. “No more faeries.”

“But it makes me wonder—without faeries, what happens to those of us who depend on the Faerie Realms for our food? And what about all those new people the Unseelies have taken? Will they even be able to take care of themselves without the faeries there?”

I bit my lip, thinking. There
were
a lot of logistical problems. I was more worried about actually being able to make the dang gate in the first place, but other things needed considering. I shrugged. “I know this guy. He’s a total idiot, but he’s also kind of smart sometimes, and he figured out how to make faerie doors and use the Paths. Which means that he can go back and forth whenever he wants, and take anyone else back and forth. I used to think he was worthless, but, I dunno, he’s kind of grown on me. I think he’s up for being responsible to a whole lot of innocent people who’ll need his help.”

Jack looked up at me with the most open and sincere
look I’d ever seen on his face. “I will, Evie. I promise. You get the faeries out, and I’ll take care of everyone they hurt.”

I smiled at him, the cold soul seething in me pushed out of the way by my own warmth. “I know you will.”

The dragon yawned with a tremendous clacking of its tusks and teeth. “I should have eaten one of them,” it said, settling down to the ground and glaring in the direction of the police cars that were now executing three-point turns to get out of the driveway, all lights turned off.

“Sooner the better on that gate,” Jack said.

For once, we were in complete and total agreement.

H
ey,
can you get Reth?” I asked the dragon. It gave me a look filled with such venomous disdain I half expected fire to come from its eyeballs instead of its mouth. “Just kidding! Yeah. Totally kidding.”

With a flick of its tail snapping the space right in front of my face, it ran, hopped a couple of times, and then snaked through the air back into the trees.

“Grouchy, that one. I asked it to roast some marshmallows earlier; it nearly ate me.” Jack scratched his head, then stood. “Right, then, I’m going inside where it’s warm.”

“Stick around, though. I’m going to need all the help I
can get to figure all this out.”

“That’s me! Mister Helpful. Captain Dependable.”

“That sounds like a brand of adult diapers.”

“The nickname needs some work. Lord Wonderful? The Incredible Hunk?”

“Please, for the love, go inside.”

He laughed, then clomped up the steps and into the house.

“Reth,” I shouted. “Reeeeeeeeth! Reth!
Reth, Reth, Reth!
If you don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to go find David’s golf clubs!”

“That tone and level of voice does nothing attractive for you, my love.”

I jumped, startled, but of course Reth would be behind me, leaning heavily on the porch railing.

“You,” I said, glaring. “Fix it. Now.”

A look of disdain on his face, he leaned over and trailed his fingers across Lend’s forehead. A single whispered word, and then…

Nothing.

“You liar!” I shouted, standing so abruptly that Lend rolled off my lap and down a step. As he hit the first one, color bloomed through him into his usual glamour and his eyes flew open in panic.

“He was
asleep
, Evelyn.” Reth’s lips were pursed, but I knew he was smiling gleefully on the inside.

“Lend!” I lunged forward, knocking into him, and we
both rolled down the next two steps, landing in a heap on the gravel at the bottom. “You’re
awake
!”

“Evie! I’m…wow, why am I so bruised?”

“Shut up,” I said, grabbing his head and pulling him in for a kiss. It was freezing and we were on the ground but I didn’t care, couldn’t care, not when I could touch my Lend and he was awake to touch me, too. I knew I’d missed it, but it wasn’t until now that it hit me just how empty and desperate it had felt to be separated from him like that.

“Maybe,” he said, between tracing my neck with kisses, “we could go inside?”

“Maybe,” I agreed, not getting up.

“Or maybe,” Reth said, his voice dripping with disgust, “Evelyn could come with me to determine how best to fulfill her end of the deal.”

Lend lifted a hand off me and held it in the air. I couldn’t see what he was doing with it, but I had a good idea, and I heartily approved.

“See what I meant about the ability to focus?” Reth snapped. “You two are ridiculous.” He was out of breath he was so angry. He stalked past us toward the trees, and then he collapsed in a heap on the ground.

“Reth?” I sat up, watching him, waiting for him to get up. It was a trick. Right? He was manipulating me again, or…

I stood up and ran to him, turning him over so I could see his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth drawn tight,
and sweat was beading on his forehead.

Sweat. Faeries did not sweat.

“Something’s really wrong with him!” My voice was high with panic. All the things I’d noticed—the change in his soul, his heartbeat, even the way he walked and his voice being different—I thought he was kidding when he said he wasn’t dying yet.

I put my hand over his heart, letting out a relieved breath as I felt it beating, too fast by far but still steady. “Reth?”

His huge golden eyes fluttered open. “Perhaps I should have taken the couch.”

A laugh choked in my throat. “You’re not okay.”

“No, as I told you, I am not.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

His eyes didn’t leave mine, but they, too, were different. Before, they’d always felt like depthless pools. Now they seemed shallow, dim.

“I’m dying, Evelyn.”