Mortal Danger (32 page)

She’d killed four of the red-eyes. It had taken Cullen’s machine gun, though, to stop the big demon, the one who’d looked like a troll on steroids. He’d just kept coming and coming…

She shook her head, throwing off that memory. Later she could have nightmares about it. Right now she badly needed a plan.

The demons were hanging back for the moment, safe on the other side of the pass. The only way forward was single-file through a gap between two enormous boulders.

They had grenades but no way to get close enough to throw one. The same was true with the rocket launcher. They needed a line of sight to use it. Cullen couldn’t throw fire at them. There was an odd dampening of magic here that both frustrated and intrigued him; nothing he or Cynna had learned about hell mentioned it. He could still call fire, but couldn’t send it—his ability to affect anything with magic fizzled out above five feet from his body.

They didn’t know how many demons were left. The red-eyes hadn’t given up and wandered off, though. They liked to yell out ideas about what they’d do once they got their teeth on the humans. And she could understand them. Even though they weren’t speaking anything she recognized as a language, she understood every nauseating detail.

Cullen was on her right, huddled behind the same rocky outcrop. Cynna was several yards off to her left and slightly ahead. She’d made it to a tall, sheered-off bit of mountain and was crouched behind a boulder.

Lily had known the general direction they had to go, but in this rough terrain there was no such thing as a straight route. Max had found the pass. He claimed he had an instinct for that sort of thing, and she supposed he must. But he’d disappeared after the fighting started.

She was trying not to think about that.

“I’m good to go,” Cynna called.

“Right!” Lily barely resisted the urge to say,
Go where
? They were pinned down, unable to get past the red-eyed crowd. So far they’d been able to hold the demons back, but—

“Fire in the hole!” a voice called from above and up ahead.

Max? What—

Grenades were one hell of a lot louder in person than on a movie screen. Max threw three of them. Even after all the rocks stopped falling, Lily couldn’t hear a thing.

Cullen rose to a crouch. She could see his lips moving. Nothing. She pointed at her ears and shook her head. He motioned ahead, patted his chest, and started forward.

Hard to command the troops when you can’t hear them. But he wasn’t stupid enough to march up to the demons if he didn’t have a good reason to… ah. She heard Max herself now, faintly at first. Then louder.

“Got ‘em all, the bloody boogers! Crash, smash, took ’em all out, rained those rocks down on them!”

He was jumping up and down on top of one of the enormous boulders. How in the world had he gotten up there?

Cullen called up to him. “I thought you didn’t like guns?”

“Hate ‘em! But I love explosions. Boom, crash, smash ’em all down!”

“It was a lovely boom,” Cullen said politely. “But are you quite sure you got all of them?”

“Am I stupid? Do I dance around up here if there are some left? There’s a couple legs sticking up out of the rubble that are still twitching, but you can shoot ‘em as you go by. But, uh…” He stopped jumping. “The pass isn’t exactly stable. More rocks came down than I expected. Maybe we should hurry.”

Good idea. Lily rose, wary still. Cynna joined her. “Lily, I hate to say this, but if the pass is unstable… are we going to be able to get back if we cross it?”

Lily wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. They’d been a trifle busy since it grew light enough to see their back trail. Lily wasn’t surprised Cynna hadn’t had a chance to check it out. “Look back,” she said quietly.

“What do you… oh. Oh, hell.”

They’d climbed quite a bit. Rocky slopes spread out behind them. And beyond those slopes—beginning to climb them—were demons. Uncountable numbers of demons. And toward the front of that mass, one very large demon. House-size, maybe… if you lived in a three-story house.

They were too far away for Lily to make out exactly what that one, enormous demon looked like, but she could see enough to be glad she couldn’t see more.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” Cynna whispered. “Even if we turned back this second…”

“There’s no going back,” Cullen said grimly as he rejoined them. “They’re already too close to the place we crossed. But the gate’s with Lily. She can open it anywhere.”

“But…” Cynna glanced at Lily and then set her shoulders. “Right. You’ve got the inflatable raft. If there’s ocean on the other side of the gate, we’ll be okay.”

Lily felt sick. “You had the raft,” she said quietly. “That’s what was in the backpack I had you leave behind.”

Cynna’s mouth opened. Closed. She looked ahead, where the dust still hadn’t settled from Max’s grenades. “Well, the annoying little shit just saved our asses, so I guess you made the right decision. But I sure hope you can come up with a Plan B.”

So did Lily. “Come on. Let’s take the annoying little shit’s advice and hurry.” She started walking, going the only direction she could—forward, one step at a time.

THIRTY-THREE

THE widest part of the pass was filled with rabble and body parts. Lily tried not to look. Immediately beyond that it narrowed again and they skidded down a steep slope for about twenty feet. The land leveled abruptly, then, as they rounded a low shoulder of mountain, it opened up.

She stepped out onto a giant-size ledge maybe twelve blocks long and half a block wide. There was grass here, the first she’d seen. Otherwise it was flat, featureless. Beyond it the ground simply ended. Beyond that was the sea.

The ocean didn’t look right, reflecting that ugly sky, but it smelled right. Lily paused, letting the breeze fill some of the empty places inside.

But she couldn’t pause long. Rule was
close
. Only where—?

Her small troop spread out behind her, looking around as she was. “Where do we go from here?” Cullen asked.

“Maybe one of us should watch the pass,” Cynna said. “Try to hold it.”

“Ha! You volunteering?” Max shook his head. “Better if we get rid of it. Boom!” He rubbed his hands together, grinning.

“No,” Lily said abruptly. “No, we can’t go throwing grenades at the mountain. Rule is…” She started moving, scanning the blocks of stone that cradled the oversize ledge. “He’s there. He’s inside it.”

The others followed. “Inside?” Cynna said dubiously.

“A cave or something.” She was moving faster now, her heart pounding. He was so close, so horribly close. They hadn’t brought earth-moving equipment, she thought, halfway to‘ hysterical. They’d never once contemplated what they’d need to remove a few feet of rock. “But he’s moving.”

“Toward us?”

“No.” That came out quick and frustrated. “That way.” She gestured at the far end of the ledge, where a tumble of rock blocked them. And started running, as if her feet alone could bridge that last distance, carry her to him in spite of the rock between.

“Max,” Cullen said, keeping pace beside her.

“What?” The gnome was huffing slightly as he ran.

“You’re supposed to have an instinctive feel for rock. How do we get in, or get him out?”

“I’m working on it.”

Lily barely heard them.
Here, he’s here
—

And at the far end of the ledge, a huge, dark wolf stepped out from a crevice in the jumble of stone.

Maybe she cried his name. Maybe she just screamed it in her head. Her feet moved without her telling them to. She was running, stumbling over the rough ground—and then someone stepped out behind Rule.

She
stepped out. Wearing a dark blue sarong and her token. Rule’s necklace, the missing necklace.

Lily stopped dead. She reached out one hand—not to touch, but to push the impossible away. She looked into her own eyes from twenty feet away, saw her own face go pale, and heard herself say softly, “My lost parts. All my lost parts. You have them.”

Then her knees buckled.

She didn’t faint. Quite. But the next thing she knew was a rough, wet tongue on her face. “Rule.” She touched his muzzle, his shoulder, ran her hand over his ribs. “Rule.”

“This is beyond weird.”

That was Cynna. Lily turned her head slowly, hoping not to see… but
she
still stood there, her face blank. A face not exactly like the one Lily had seen in the mirror a million times, because it wasn’t reversed.

“Holy shit.” That was a high, squeaky voice, vaguely familiar. And yet another person—creature—stepped out from that crevice. “There’s two of you!”

A demon. The same small, orange-skinned demon who’d tried to possess her—the one who’d conspired with Harlowe, who’d grabbed her while Harlowe hit her with the staff.

Lily grabbed her weapon on her way back up.

Cynna and Cullen already had theirs aimed. But the other Lily moved fast, too. She stepped in front of the demon. “No! She’s—this is Gan. She won’i hurt you.” She looked at Lily, then at the others, and licked her lips—a nervous gesture Lily had been trying for years to break herself of. “You’d like an explanation.”

Cullen answered for all of them, without lowering his machine gun. “That would be good. Be sure to include what the hell you are.”

“You know her!” Gan piped up. “She’s Lily Yu!” Then, more subdued: “Of course, I guess the other one is, too.”

The second Lily sighed. “This may take a while.”

Lily glanced back at the pass. “Better make it the
Reader’s Digest
version. We don’t have much time. There’s a war headed this way.”

* * *

SHE felt more lost than ever. She’d followed Rule through darkness to find herself—her other self, the one that possessed everything she’d lost. The self who knew Rule in his other form. Knew him as a man.

She tried to keep her story short and coherent, but she was distracted by the sight of her face, her body, sitting on Rule’s other side. That woman wasn’t her. Maybe they’d started out as one person, but they weren’t the same, not anymore.

They were sitting in a rough circle, all of them except the little one—Max—who’d taken a guard position in the rocks where he could watch the pass. At least the others had stopped pointing their guns at her… once Rule insisted. He’d gone up to the man—Cullen—and pawed at the muzzle of his machine gun, growling.

Gan had translated that time with no problem:
Put it down, you ass
.

They were all silent for a long moment when she finished. Finally, the other woman asked quietly, “How long do you think you’ve been here?”

“I don’t know. We don’t have regular days and nights here. After a while I didn’t think about it that way anymore.” She glanced at Rule. “He’s slept about twenty times, I think. I don’t know if that means it’s been twenty days.”

“Twenty.” The other woman didn’t sound happy. She kept stroking Rule, touching him. Lily wanted to push that intruding hand away, but… she swallowed. Rule wanted that touch. She could tell. He wanted both of them with him. To him, they were both Lily.

It was the other one who knew him from before, though. Who remembered whatever they’d shared on Earth. All he’d shared with her was… hell.

“We’ve got a problem,” the other Lily said.

Cullen barked out a laugh. “Never let it be said you don’t use understatement, luv.”

“I’m talking about the gate. We’ve got too many people to go back through it.”

“A gate.” Her heartbeat picked up. Of course. They had to get here, didn’t they? They hadn’t all been dragged here by some realm-hopping demon, the way she had been. “You have a way back. We can go back.”

“We have a small gate,” Cullen said. “And, as Lily— one of you Lily’s—pointed out, that’s a problem. We planned this pretty tightly. If…” He stopped abruptly, looking up.

She looked up, too. And stood. “It’s Sam!” That huge, winged shape could be no one else.

The others sprang to their feet, too. Cullen swung the long, hollow tube on his back around and onto his shoulder.

Do you shoot at everything you see ?

That rocked them. Cullen recovered first. “Around here it seems like a good idea.”

There are better targets
. Sam began a slow, spiraling descent.

“Don’t shoot at him. Sam’s on our side… sort of.” He’d saved her life, anyway, and killed one of his own kind to do it. She suspected that was mostly because of the insult of another dragon daring to dispose of his property, but still…

This is most curious. You seem to have connected with the missing half of your soul, but it is embodied.

“I noticed that,” she said dryly.

The little demon didn’t do that. I wonder
… He was close now, the wind from his wings stirring her hair.
Yet you are the one with Ishtar’s token
.

Cullen stared. “You know about the Lady’s token?”

I know a great deal that you short-lives will never dream of
. As gracefully as dandelion fluff, that great body drifted to the ground near the cliff’s edge. The head swung around to look at them.

“Don’t look at his eyes,” Cullen said quickly.

An informed short-life
. Sam was amused.
And… how interesting. You’re a sorcerer of sorts
.

“Of sorts?” Cullen said indignantly.

And one of you has a gate. No, I misspoke. One of you
is
a gate. That is unusual
. He settled his wings about him more comfortably.
And useful. I wish to make a deal
.

“Deal quick,” the little one called down from his vantage point in the rocks. “They’re coming. First wave should be here in fifteen minutes—and that’s one fucking big demon coming along about thirty minutes behind it.”

Yes. Xitil comes.

LILY couldn’t stop glancing at her other self. Her, yet not her. The part with her Gift. The self who’d been with Rule all this time. You’d think she’d feel a tug, a sense of longing, something.

She wanted to knock the bitch’s hand away from him.

Lily swallowed. Not now. She couldn’t figure out how she could be bitterly jealous of herself—her other self— right now. Somehow she had to get them all out of here. “We’ll have to hold the gate open longer.”

Cullen shook his head. “Can’t, luv. We’re too far from a node for me to pull any energy, and there’s precious little loose sorcéri around.”

‘The dragons soak it up,“ the other Lily said. ”That’s what Gan says, anyway.“

Lily looked at the little demon, huddled unhappily against one of the larger rocks. It didn’t say anything. It hardly seemed aware of them at all, tuned in to some private fear. “Plan B, then. Cullen, you’ll carry, ah, the other Lily piggyback, and Max can ride Rule through.”

There are two problems with that. First, you’ll fall a great distance. The land is much higher here than in the earth realm.

She jumped. It was entirely too weird, having the dragon’s thoughts just show up in her head. And how did he know what this area was like on Earth? “There will be ocean below us,” she said tersely.

A long way below you. The main problem, however, is that your gate won’t open.

“It will open.” She just had to bleed again and say the word Cullen had taught her.

The dragon’s gaze swung toward Cullen.
What happens, sorcerer, when you tie a spell to an object, and another object identical to the first is nearby
?

Cullen scowled. “They aren’t identical. Well…” He looked from her to the other Lily. “Not entirely. They’ve had different experiences. They’ve… diverged.”

They are one soul. I believe your gate won’t open
. The dragon’s long tail twitched at the end.
But do try it and see for yourself . Unless, perhaps, you know how to check it without opening it
?

Lily pushed impatiently to her feet. Where was Max? “Max! Come down. We’re going to get out of here.”

The other Lily spoke suddenly. “What do you want, Sam? What deal are you offering?”

/
can make the gate bigger. Much bigger. I can hold it open as long as is needed and fly you out. And I know how to solve the problem with the gate
.

There was a second’s silence, then the other one—the Lily wearing blue—cried, “No! No, there has to be another way!”

Cullen glanced at her and then back at the dragon. “Dragons
are
magic, but can’t work it.”

Most do not. I, however, am a Great Singer. I know more about gates than you’ve yet dreamed, sorcerer.

“Except how to open one, it seems. Or you wouldn’t be talking about a deal. What do you want in return?”

The great tail lashed in obvious irritation.
Is it not obvious ? I wish to leave. I wish to take those of my kind who still live and leave Dis
. Something like a mental sigh whispered along the edges of Lily’s mind.
We are losing
.

“This is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it?” the other Lily demanded suddenly. ‘This is why you captured us. You wanted to leave hell. Only I don’t see how you knew they’d come for us.“

I didn’t. I had… another way in mind.

Cullen shook his head. “I’m sorry for your people. But a gate large enough for you to fly through can’t be tied to a person. It would destroy her.”

For the first time the little demon spoke, its voice wobbly. “But you’re a Great Singer. You said they couldn’t win without you. How come you aren’t winning?”

In her madness, Xitil has been quite clever. She
—
or the One she ate
—
made an alliance with the one you know as Tegelgor, lord of the realm to the south. In return for a large number of his lower demons, she has abandoned her region to him. She enters our land with every demon, every imp, every creature from her realm. We cannot fight such numbers
.

“Tegelgor!” the demon squeaked. “Abandoned it? No, even crazy she wouldn’t
… all
her demons? I didn’t… I wasn’t called to her. I felt a tug, but not a summons. She’s got all my names. If she wanted me—”

You, too, have diverged, little demon.

What did that mean? Never mind. They were running out of time. “Where’s Max, dammit?”

“Wait a minute, Lily.” Cullen walked up to her. “I hate to admit it, but the dragon is right about one thing. I should check.”

“How?”

He made a graceful gesture with one hand, murmuring something in that liquid language he’d used before, and frowned. Then he turned to the other one, the other her, and repeated it. He lost all of the color in his face. “Hell. The gate’s jumping between the two of you. Oscillating.”

“Then if we both do it—if we stand together and cut our palms—”

He was shaking his head. “When it’s in her, it’s stuck in the closed position. She’s got your… she’s a sensitive.

You’re the only one who can open the gate, but when it’s in her, you can’t open it. Your—her—Gift won’t let you.“

“But if she’s close enough to being me for the gate to jump between us, why wouldn’t my Gift know me?” she cried. “It
is
me.”

Because, as the sorcerer said, you have diverged. A spell, even one wrought by ritual, is a crude working compared to your Gift, Lily Yu. Your Gift recognizes differences between you that the gate cannot.