Mortal Danger (17 page)

That didn’t make him less than deadly. But it gave them a chance. Rule was on his way—with others, she hoped. How far he had to travel, she couldn’t say, but she felt him more clearly all the time. “That is,” she went on out loud, “I’d like to know if there’s more to it than ‘stick with me and you’ll have all the money and women you want.’”

He chuckled. “Don’t underestimate the Dozens. They want guns and booze and drugs as well. What about you, Lily Yu? What do you want?”

“I want my sister turned loose, alive and unhurt.”

“So I assumed, or you wouldn’t be following Raul. But what about yourself? Aren’t you hoping to get out of this alive and unhurt, too?”

“I’m planning on it.”

“My own plans fell through recently,” he said, dreamy now. “I’ve made more, of course. Can’t keep a good man down. But you might express some regret for having interfered in my plans. In fact, I feel sure you will. I’m predicting that you will soon be very, very sorry you presumed so much.”

The Chevy stopped abruptly. Lily jolted as Benedict hit the brakes to keep from climbing up the other car’s bumper. The passenger in the back seat of the purple car turned around, smiling at them. He rested the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun on the back of the seat, aimed straight at Lily.

“Predicting the future’s an iffy business.” Maybe she’d been wrong about Harlowe’s goal. Maybe he’d brought her here because he wanted her killed where he could see it happen. “Even good precogs don’t get it right all the time.”

“We’ll see. Pull over to the curb,” he told her, almost purring. “Pull over and get out of the car. The boys will take you where you need to go.”

There was one empty spot at the curb directly in front of a rundown stucco house, pale and colorless in the dark. The windows were boarded up, but light snaked out through cracks. A late model pickup, modified beyond recognition, occupied most of the front yard.

She glanced at Benedict. He looked bored. They might have been paying a visit to some tedious relatives.

But he would know just how scared she was. He’d smell it on her. Dammit, dammit… Lily took a breath and rolled the dice, staking her life, Bern’s, and his on her best guess. “No.”

“What? What did you say?”

“Once I put myself in your hands, I’ve lost all bargaining power. Send my sister out. Then we’ll talk.”

Benedict gave her a small nod.

Harlowe’s laugh was less convincing than it had been. “You must be joking. Do as you’re told, or Beth will regret it, even if you don’t.”

“My walking into that house won’t make her safe. If you’ve got both of us, I’ve nothing left to bargain with.”

“What about your safety?” Harlowe’s voice lost its music as it rose. “Do you see the shotgun pointed at you? The others have guns, too. What makes you think you have a choice?”

“Shoot us, then.” Her heart beat so hard and fast she thought she’d be sick. “Tell them to blast away. Unless, of course, you think that might piss off your goddess.”

“She doesn’t control me. I’m in charge, you understand?”

“Yeah? So how come you keep killing the same woman over and over, Patrick? Do those brown-haired girls remind you of anyone?”

That tipped him over some edge. He cursed her—and Her. All women. While he ranted, Lily stole a glance at Benedict. “How long?” she whispered, meaning,
How long before we have backup
?

Looking sleepy, he spread both hands, closed them, and then spread the fingers of one hand again.

Fifteen minutes. Surely she could keep Harlowe from acting for fifteen minutes—though he was getting so wound up, she was afraid he’d have them shot to prove a point. She broke into his tirade. “Okay, okay, you’re in charge. The big kahoona. I got that. But you still need to deal. You want me, you’re going to have to deal.”

Silence, except for his breath hitting the mouthpiece in windy bursts. He was panting as if he’d been running. “I’m not sending your sister out,” he said at last. “That would be giving up my bargaining power, wouldn’t it? Perhaps you need to be convinced. Felix,” he said to someone else, “would you like to rape her for me? You can listen,” he told Lily. “You can hear her beg.”

Her hands went cold and numb. She flexed her hands, swallowed bile, and said, “We’ll pull up to the curb, but I’m not getting out until I see Beth.”

He giggled. “Tell you what—we’ll take off her clothes while you’re thinking things over.”

Fourteen more minutes. She had to keep him talking for fourteen more minutes. “Don’t know much about this hostage business, do you? You’re not giving up enough to make me think I’ve got a chance. If I decide it’s hopeless, I’m going to call in forty or fifty federal agents just to be sure you pay.”

“And what do you think will happen to your sister if you do that?”

“I don’t know. Will it be as bad as what happens to you if you don’t deliver me to your goddess?”

Another long moment of silence. “Perhaps we can deal.”

SEVENTEEN

BENEDICT ended the call with a single growled word:
Hurry
.

Force rose in Rule like an imminent explosion, hollowing him until all that remained was purpose, tipping him away from the rationality of the human toward the power of the beast. He found a new balance. Thought remained, but altered; words no longer led, but existed as small chips of focus for the gathering storm.

Cullen was in the Mercedes’s back seat with his map spread out. Con was driving; Rule hadn’t wanted to split his attention. They’d made good time while they had four lanes, but construction had sent them on a two-lane detour. They were practically crawling now due to some fender bender up ahead.

They were close, though. Rule felt Lily clearly now, like a separate pulse. He felt the moon, too, with her different call. But that call now fed rather than cooled the tide surging within him.

Soon
, he told the rage in his blood.
Very soon
. “Stop the car,” he told Con.

Con stopped the car. Rule hadn’t said to pull over first, so he didn’t. Three vehicles followed his, each riding the other’s tail much too close for safety, had the drivers been human. Because they weren’t, all three stopped immediately, as if they’d choreographed it.

Rule got out. So did those in the other cars—no questions, no debate.

Hunt rules.

“We’re out of time,” he told them, pitching his voice to be heard over the blaring horns of drivers behind them, speaking quickly because he couldn’t hold off the Change much longer. “Lily has reached or is about to reach Harlowe. He’s recruited a gang, a vicious bunch. I don’t know how many are involved. They’ll have guns.” Rule stopped, his breathing ragged.

Just a few more minutes
. “Cullen,” he snapped, “stand back.”

Map in hand, Cullen retreated several feet.

“We’re very close,” Rule continued. “Cars will only slow us now, so half of us go ahead, four-footed, at full speed. We’ll approach from upwind—the humans won’t scent us, but Benedict will. The sight of us will surprise them.”

That brought a few grins. Very few humans had ever seen a lupus pack in full hunt. Those who had generally hadn’t live to speak of it. “The other half stay with Cullen, led by Etorri. Stephen.” He faced the other man. “Stay two-footed so you can give orders. Your job is to get Cullen close enough to destroy the staff. He can’t Change or fight—he must retain all his power for the staff. Get him there quickly.”

“Who goes with you?” Stephen asked quickly.

“Those nearest me, I ima—” But words shut off as the Change seized Rule. Earth stretched itself up inside him as if it would claw its way to the moon that called and called, using him as ladder.

As with birth or death, pain was part of the Change.

Sometimes it was a minor note in the song, like the ache of lungs and body during a race. Sometimes—when the Change had been held off too long, or took place away from Earth or at the dark of the moon—pain was a huge gong, belling its brassy note through every cell.

This time, the Change ripped him from human to wolf in a single, deafening blast.

One after another, those nearest him Changed, just as he’d expected. The sudden Change of an alpha leader sends a blast rippling out through the pack, dragging others along. As if reality were no more than a bubble waiting to be popped by some giant, mischievous finger, in eight places that bubble burst.

Clothing ripped. Horns ceased blaring as drivers stared, stunned. Somewhere a dog began to howl.

Seconds later, eight pairs of empty shoes stood where men had been. And eight huge wolves raced off into the night.

LILY’S breath felt harsh in her chest as she opened the car door. Her mind was a tight ball of focus.

Fourteen or fifteen young men—some in their teens, some in their early twenties—fanned out in a semi-circle in front of the concrete slab that served as a front porch. All were armed. She counted six rifles, two shotguns, and a wide array of handguns.

Barely visible behind them stood three people: Harlowe, Beth, and the gang member holding her motionless with one thick arm.

The darkness didn’t hide everything. Harlowe’s staff, for example. A dull black, it shouldn’t have been visible, yet her eyes found it as easily as they picked out the man who gripped it. The gang member holding Beth was easy to spot, being more than a head taller than everyone else and built like a bull. Other than his size, only the pale do-rag and white T-shirt stood out clearly, but a fugitive glint of light caught the barrel of the gun he rested against Beth’s head.

And Beth… Beth was fully dressed. Lily swallowed. Her sister hadn’t been raped, and Harlowe had agreed to let her go.

At least Lily could put down the damned phone now. With her door cracked but not fully open, she turned to Benedict. “Stay here. Harlowe wants me alive. He has no reason to spare you.”

“Can’t do much from in here.”

“Can’t do much out there, either. Not with twenty or thirty bullets in you.”

He just smiled that barely there smile of his and reached for the handle of his door.

She grabbed his arm. “I can’t stop you. You’re too damned big. But don’t make yourself into a liability. With that staff, Harlowe can make you like him, believe him, want to follow him. Don’t trust your reactions. Leave him to me.”

He gave her a level look and a slow nod. “Understood. But his charisma won’t matter much if he doesn’t smell right.”

“What does that mean?”

“Are you coming?” Harlowe called. “Beth, maybe you’d better ask your sister to hurry.”

Lily heard Beth’s cry of pain and flung open her door. “Okay, okay. Here I am. Now let Beth go.” That was the deal—she and Benedict would get out, expose themselves to his little army of gangbangers, and he’d turn Beth loose.

She didn’t expect him to keep it.
How much longer? Five minutes? More? Less
?

Rule was close now. Close and coming their way.

“I don’t think so.” Harlowe moved forward, the staff in his hand making him look like he belonged in a Christmas pageant playing one of the shepherds. But this staff didn’t have a crook at the top. It was simply a long length of wood the color of coal.

From behind the wall of gangbangers Beth cried out, “Lily, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” she said, standing in front of her car with her hands held out slightly at her sides—
see, I’m not drawing a weapon. No need to shoot anyone
. “Harlowe’s staff has you hocus-pocused. You can’t help—” She stopped, staring. “What the hell is
that
?‘

That
was pale, about as tall as Harlowe’s hip, and looked like a cross between a kangaroo and a really weird nightmare.

“Hey, she sees me!” It jiggled on those oversize haunches, excited, its voice squeaky-high. “She can see me!”

“Of course she sees you, you cretin,” Harlowe muttered. “She’s a sensitive.”

“I thought that was just for spells, but she can really see me, even though I’m
dshatu
.”

“I can hear you, too,” Lily said.

“Who or what are you talking to?” Benedict asked very low.

She started. It’d moved up on her right side so silently she hadn’t known it was there. She answered softly. “The demon, I think. You can’t hear it?” It, he, she… those were definitely breasts high on the naked chest, but the genitals, though small, were the dangly sort.

“No. Neither can anyone else, I think.”

“Harlowe does.” She raised her voice. “Are you a demon? Did you knock me out?”

“Yes, and I can hardly wait to—”

Harlowe rapped the demon on the head with his staff. “Try to be a little less stupid. And now,” he said to Lily, “it’s time to let my boys have your weapons.”

She wrenched her attention away from the bizarre creature standing next to Harlowe. “Uh-uh. It’s time for you to tell Mr. Muscles there to let Beth go.”

Harlowe giggled. “Make me.”

“All right,” Benedict said.

She’d never seen anyone move so fast, not even Rule. She had the barest glimpse of something flashing out from his far hand—then a blow on her back knocked her to the ground.

Caught by surprise, she fell hard even as shots rang out, a rolling thunder that seemed to come from everywhere. She rolled onto her side, spitting out dirt, scrambling to get her weapon.

Screaming. More shots. The acrid bite of gunpowder in her nostrils and the feel of her gun in her hand.

And howling.

Huge, eerie, beautiful—howls bursting from the throats of enormous wolves. Two, three, half a dozen of them shot across the yard like streaks of moon-touched night in their mottled coats, straight at the gangbangers firing at them.

Those of the gang who remained, that is. Several were missing—fled or fallen, Lily couldn’t tell in the darkness and confusion. And it was hard to see past the strong, furry body that had landed, legs spread, in a crouch over her.

“Rule!” Dammit, he was playing shield. She shoved at his belly—that’s about all she could see—his belly, legs, and chest. “I can’t see to fire. I can’t see what happened to Beth.” Or Benedict—was he down?

Harlowe yelled, “No, no! Stop it! Stop!”

Rule didn’t budge. He faced out at the battle, growling.

Giving up, Lily flattened herself—prone position, arms out, weapon gripped in her right hand with her left to steady it.

The young giant was gone, but Beth wasn’t free. Harlowe had her. She was fighting him, but she was so much smaller, untrained in any kind of combat. He pinned her with one arm. With the other, he used the staff. Where he pointed, agony followed.

He was indiscriminate. Wolves and men alike collapsed, screaming and writhing. Sometimes blood spattered. Sometimes it didn’t. Harlowe kept yelling, “No, no” over and over, striking almost at random. And he was advanc ing toward Lily with that damned kangaroo-demon hopping along at his side.

She couldn’t get a clear shot. “Beth, hold still!” she yelled over the screaming and gunshots.

“Grab her hand,” Harlowe yelled. “Get her, grab her!”

“Get rid of the wolf! How’m I going to grab anything if he bites my hand off?”

“How?” It was a shriek. “It isn’t working! He’s supposed to love me, follow me—”

“You don’t smell like a wolf, dummy! Careful—no, no!” The creature grabbed Harlowe’s arm as he swung the staff toward Rule. “Don’t hurt her body! I need that body! Get closer, get closer!”

The bizarre pair shifted, trying to come at her and Rule from the side. Rule shifted with them, his growl a steady thunder above Lily, and she squirmed around, trying desperately to get a bead on some critical part of Harlowe, terrified of hitting her sister.

A head shot. She’d have to try for a head shot. That should have been easy at this distance, but he kept moving and her own motion was limited by a damned stubborn hero of a wolf.

“Hurry!” the demon squealed. “The wolves are winning!”

“Shut up! And split up—he can’t cover both of us!”

She wiggled to the right, tracking Harlowe as the demon went in the other direction. She bumped against Rule’s leg, and there he was—
yes, hold still, you bastard, stay just like that
. She squeezed the trigger just as Harlowe darted aside again, damn him, damn him. Where—?

Faster than she could react, Rule spun—but the staff flashed down just as he whirled to face it.

It grazed his shoulder. His whole body spasmed and collapsed.

The world blanked out. There was only a sudden, vertiginous drop into terror and guilt.
My fault, it’s my fault—first Beth, now Rule, hurt because of me
…

Then rage flooded in, giving her the strength to shove him off her upper body so she could twist around, bring up her weapon—but a hot, dry hand clamped around her wrist, stopping her as surely as if it were made of iron.

It felt orange. Orange, like her shoulder.

“I’ve got her! Hurry, hurry!”

Harlowe flung Beth away. She fell to the ground and didn’t move. Lily wrenched violently at her hand, but there was no budging the demon, so she tried to roll over, to get her weapon into her other hand, but her legs were still pinned by Rule’s heavy body. She couldn’t quite reach.

His face a mask of maniacal glee, Harlowe smacked the staff across her belly.

Foulness spurted over her like slime, breaking up into dozens of scrambling bits that hardened as they scuttled over her body, bits that clawed at her skin, ripping at her in ways indescribable while that hot orange hand held her and something pushed and pushed at her in a place nothing should have been able to reach—

She screamed.

A ball of black fire, eerie and terrible, erupted around Harlowe’s head like an obscene halo and fled down his arm to the staff.

Pain struck, a sharp, clean knife sundering her world, sending her spinning, spinning… into nothing.