Daniel winked at me. “I love my work and I’m good at it. I look at it like being a form of personal assistant. Now, tell us more about Otherworld. We’re all ears and I know I’m dying to hear more.”
Something about him struck me as off, but he was likable, and Camille seemed at ease with him. She was like a litmus test for freaks. So, I chalked up my feelings to all the stress we’d been under and let it go. We talked late into the night, and when we parted, we had exchanged numbers, e-mail addresses, home addresses, and a big round of hugs. As Hester Lou threw her arms around me, I suddenly flashed back to being a little girl, with my mother hugging me. And I knew right then, I could trust this woman.
As we left the coffee shop, I stared into the night sky. The rain had let up and the stars were shimmering overhead. I should have felt tired, tired from the mess back in Otherworld and from hearing the news about Father, but now I felt wired. It was like I was watching a movie in which I was starring. Maybe it was a coping mechanism, or maybe it was how exhaustion manifested in me, but I was charged up and ready to go.
“I’ve changed my mind. Let’s go get the dreglins.” I turned to the others. “I know they’re active at night, but I’m ready for a fight. We can swing by home and armor up. Menolly’s here—she obviously can’t go to work tonight.” As soon as I said it, I bit my tongue. I hadn’t meant to be so thoughtless.
But she just shrugged. “You’re right. And I could use a good ass-shaking. I’m in no mood to sit at home and twiddle my thumbs.”
Camille let out a small sound. “I’m in. But let me change clothes. I don’t want this outfit messed up.”
Within ten minutes we were home, and another ten saw us changed and ready. Morio wanted to go, but Camille nixed his offer.
“Listen, you, Shade, and Vanzir have to protect the house and Iris. Shamas will be home soon, but still . . . the elfin guards had to go home to Elqaneve, and Aeval’s new guards aren’t due till tomorrow morning. You can’t come with us. But we’ve fought monsters before without you. We can take on a few by ourselves now.”
Morio glowered but Camille cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips, and he quieted down. Shade harrumphed but he, too, kept quiet. Vanzir just snorted.
“We’re on our way. We’ll call if we get into trouble. One of you take Nerissa and drop over to make sure Iris and her family are okay. Hanna, take care of Maggie.” I gave Shade a quick peck on the cheek and we were out the door.
It was only a few minutes’ drive to where we’d encountered the dreglins before, and we parked off the road, on a turnout near where we’d fought them before. Two miles east, Ivana had said.
“I wish I’d been able to go with you,” Menolly said. “I kind of like Ivana.”
I stared at her. “Are you crazy?”
“Maybe, just a little. But she’s who she is, you’ll have to give her that. Ivana doesn’t change for anybody.” She laughed. “In fact, I know it sounds nuts but given other circumstances, I bet you Ivana could become a good friend, as long as we could keep her off the topic of baby-eating.”
“Yeah, I was saying something like that earlier but Delilah didn’t like the idea.” Camille let out a curt laugh. “Hey, this is the first time in a while that the three of us have been out bashing monsters on our own, without the guys along.” She grinned, shaking her hair back out of her face. “Kind of a chance for the three of us to reconnect.”
“The family that slays together, plays together? Bonding through bloodshed?” I had the worst desire to giggle, but stifled it as we headed off the road and into the woods, heading due east.
Two miles, Ivana had said. With our abilities to navigate through the forest, it wouldn’t take long. We could move faster than FBHs and we had a lot more endurance, and a better ability to navigate during the night.
The October night was chilly and I pulled my jacket tighter. For once, Camille had chosen an outfit that wouldn’t get caught in the bushes—she was wearing her cat suit, which looked better on her because of her exaggerated curves than it had on Emma Peel of The Avengers TV show. A low-slung silver belt held her dagger, and she had traded in her stilettos for a pair of stylish suede boots.
“You giving up on the spikes?” I asked with a laugh.
She snorted. “After our skirmish with the storm, and trying to get through the rubble, I’ve decided that going into a fight in heels isn’t the best idea. If I land in one by accident so be it, but deliberately heading out? I’ll figure out some sort of outfit that works for me and for battle.”
Grateful for the lack of rain, at least for the moment, I pushed through the bushes. Menolly stopped as we neared a clearing.
“Let me turn into a bat and fly up ahead. I want to check out the general vicinity. Just hide over there by that cedar until I get back.” She motioned to one of the ancient trees that towered up through the wooded area. Cedars were thick in this area, their scent cut through the air with a sharp tang in the rain-soaked forest, and they smelled clean and fresh.
“You’re just loving the fact that you’re able to transform into a bat so much easier now that Roman re-sired you. His blood certainly did a number on you.”
Neither Camille nor I added that we still weren’t sure about the vampire lord, and that we weren’t sure if we trusted him. But there was no going back, and he had helped us more than once, so we had agreed not to present our concerns to Menolly. We all had too much stress as it was.
She laughed at me. “Whatever, Kitten. I’m just glad I can do it right now, instead of flying like I’m drunk or trying to drive a stick for the first time.” She closed her eyes, and within seconds, a very tidy pretty bat hovered above us, then she silently glided off into the night.
Camille and I crouched beneath the cedar. It was cold, and we huddled together. The sounds of the forest echoed through the area, the dripping of rainwater off trees, the soft hooting of an owl somewhere near. Creatures lived in these woods, and not just the Fae. Snakes—though it was too cold for them at this time of year—frogs, coyotes, and sometimes a stray mountain lion or two. Squirrels and lizards and slugs and all of the critters that inhabited the woodlands of the Pacific Northwest.
Camille leaned toward me, kneeling on the ground. “You know, this is helping. I still can’t believe Father’s dead, but with his soul statue shattered, I don’t think we have any choice but to believe it. I know this sounds horrible, but better it be in pieces than re-formed like Menolly’s did when she became a vampire. Father couldn’t handle the transformation. He’d walk into the sun.” Her voice shook, but it could have been the cold causing it.
I nodded, balancing in a squatting position by bracing myself against the tree. “Yeah, I realize he couldn’t deal with it. We were always aware this could happen. We never knew if he’d come home from a mission, from a battle. We’ve been prepared for this since we were little girls. I guess that he went in duty would make him proud.”
Even as I said it, I knew it was the truth. We’d always worried when he was away with the Guard Des’Estar. There had always been the chance he wouldn’t come home, and so many times we waited on pins and needles for him to walk through that door and reassure us he was okay. The odds had finally caught up to him, and by default, to us.
“So, when are we going to contact Aunt Rythwar?”
She sucked in a slow breath. “I’ll do it tomorrow. Give her one more day. We can send word to Smoky or Trillian to contact her. I don’t think we should leave home right now. There’s too much going on. I don’t feel comfortable making a trip to Otherworld just to notify her, even though she is his sister.”