Even so, she could nor shake tie feeling that it wasn't enough.
CHAPTER 13
Nest was debating what to do with the rest of her day when Ariel unexpectedly reappeared. The tatterdemalion was gossamer thin and spectral in the sunlight, and she floated dose against Nest, as if human contact had become suddenly necessary. Nest glanced around quickly to see if passersby were looking, but no one was. It was clear they couldn't see Ariel. Only Nest could.
`Where have you-'she began„ but the tatterdemalion cut her short with a sudden rush of movement.
`Did you say everything to John Ross that you came to say?' the forest creature hissed in her soft, childlike voice.
Nest stared in surprise. `Yes, I guess so, pretty much:
Ariel was hunched close against her, and Nest could feel her small, transparent body vibrating as if it were a cord pulled taut in a high wind.
`Then stay away from him.' The tatterdemalion's dark eyes were wide and staring as she watched John Ross depart. `Stay faraway. Nest followed Ariel's gaze amass the roadway to where Ross was boarding the trolley. `What do you mean, stay away?'
The tatterdemalion darted behind her as the trolley moved down the tracks, and Nest realised that she was trying to conceal herself. Lest didn't think Ariel was even conscious of the movement, that she was reacting to something instinctually. The vibrating had increased, turned to a violent trembling, and Ariel was pressed so closely against her that parts of them were beginning to blend together. Nest shuddered at the feeling of invasion, intimated by a wave of dark emotions and terrifying memories. She realized that she was reliving with Ariel snippets of the lives of the children the magic had assimilated to create the tatterdemalion, caught in their overpowering flow. She tried to dose her mind against them, to seal herself away, but Ariel's closeness made it impossible. Nest recoiled with the impact of their assault and stepped back in revulsion. She tried to move away from Ariel, to free herself of the other's- presence, and she nearly collided with an elderly couple passing behind her.
`Sorry, I'm sorry; she said hastily; then turned away and walked to the railing overlooking the slips where the tour boats docked. She took several deep gulps of air, staring down at the choppy waters, waiting for her mind to clear, for the dizziness to pass.
Ariel reappeared at her side, but did not try to touch her. `I didn't mean to do that' she said.
Nest nodded - 'I know. But it was, so. .'
'Sometimes, I forget myself. Sometimes, all the children inside me come together in a knot and claim me. They want to be alive again. They want to be who they were. Their memories are so strong that they overwlhm me. I can feel everything they feel. I can remember everything they knew. They fight to get out of me, to become free. They need to touch another human being. They want to be inside a human body, to feel it warm and alive around them, to be real children again.'
Her small voice faded away in a whisper, and her dark eyes seemed to lace their focus. 'It scares me when that happens. I think that if they succeed. there will be nothing left of me'
Nest swallowed the dryness in her throat, 'It's all right, I wasn't hurt. And you're still here'.
She forced herself to look into the tatterdemalions opaque eyes. 'Tell me, Ariel. What is it that bothers you about John Ross? Wily did you tell me to stay away from hint?'
'He is lost,' the- tatterdemalion replied softly.
'Lost?' Nest shook her head. `Last how? I don't understand'
`you can't save him. Nothing you can do can save him. It is too late.'
Nest stared in confusion. `Why would you say that? Why is it too late:'
The strange childlike face looked at her wonderingly. `Because he has demon stink all over him. He is already claimed'
They stood facing each other in the shadow of the overhang that protected the pier walkway, eyes locked. Nest started to speak again and then stopped. There were people moving all around them, passing on their way to someplace else, talking, laughing, unaware. She did not want to draw attention to herself; she did not want them to hear.
The sun broke through the high clouds and blinded her. She turned away. Demon stink? On John Boss? She shook her head slowly. This wasn't making sense.
`We have to go' Ariel said suddenly, and she started to move away.
`Wait!' Nest called out to her, saying the word so loudly that head turned. She tried to look nonchalant as she detached herself from the pier railing and walked over to where Ariel hovered, glancing out at the boats as she did so. `Go where?' she whispered fiercely.
Ariel pointed north, down the trolley line, away from the direction they had come. `Someone is waiting to see you'
'Who?'
'Someone you know. Hurry, we have to go'
Ariel moved out to the sidewalk and blest followed reluctantly. They turned north along the waterfront, passing Elliott's on Pier 56 and the shops an pier 57, The wind whipped off the bay, cold and sharp, and in spite of the sunshine, Nest hunched down into her windbreaker, wishing she had brought something warmer.
Her mind raved as her eves followed the movement of her feet. She spoke without looking up. 'Ariel, were you in the building with me at Fresh Start, when I talked to John's friends?'
The tatterdemalion nodded. `I was'
`Was the demon stink there, too?'
`Yes, everywhere'
`Was it as strong?'
`Yes, as strong'
Nest tried to decide what this meant. Something had made her violently ill inside the rooms of Fresh Start. Could it be demon stink? If there was demon stink all over John Ross, wouldn't she have felt sick around him, too? Besides, she hadn't been able to detect demon stink five years ago, when her demon father had come back into her life, so why should she be able to detect it now?
Had something changed since then?
Maybe something about her?
She walked up Alaskan Way, keeping pace with Ariel, her head lowered against the bite of the October wind. The tatterdemalion seemed unaffected by the cold and wind, her ephemeral form a steady presence, her light silken coverings hanging limp and unruffled. Ariel did not look at her, but kept her gage directed ahead, toward wherever it was they were going.
The crossed Alaskan Way at Pier 59, which housed the Seattle Aquarium, passed under the viaduct, and moved toward the broad, concrete steps of a hillclimb that led up to the city. There was another possibility, she realized,. Still thinking about what Arie1 had said. Maybe what had happened at Fresh Start had nothing to do with demon stink. Maybe it had to do with the demon itself. If there was demon stints all aver Fresh Start and John Ross, then it stood to reason the demon made its home close to both. So maybe the reason sloe became sick at Fresh Start was that the demon had been right there beside her.
One of Ross's friends and co–workers.
One of the people he trusted.
It made sense. The Lady said that the Void would send someone to subvert Ross, that maybe it had already happened. Ariel seemed to think it had. Ross did not- But maybe Ross couldn't see what was happening and that was the whole problem. Maybe her job in coming to find him was to make him take a loser look at himself.
Had she done that by speaking to him as she had? Had she given him enough cause to re–examine his situation? She couldn't be sure. But she knew now that she had to find out.
She climbed the steps past a small Mexican restaurant and a series of shops to Western Avenue, then turned up toward Pike Place Market. She knew where she was from the time she had spent studying the map of Seattle. Pike Place Market was a Seattle landmark, a long, law building that consisted of stalls and kiosks and display tables that were leased by vendors of fresh fish, fruits and vegetables, flowers, and crafts. Western ran below the market through warehouses and buildings chat had been converted into microbreweries, restaurants, retail shops, and parking garages. The street sloped steadily upward from where she left the hill, passing beneath several overpasses that connected the waterfront to the market and the surrounding shops. The crowds had dissipated to a scattering of people working their way between the parking lots and shopping areas. She wondered anew where it was that Arial was taking her.