Niall and Admes stood as one. “Genti, no!” they yelled in concert. Almost in harmony. If I hadn’t been so worried, I’d have suggested they try out for their local talent show.
Genti, who’d kicked his furry hat onto the floor in his rush to kill my brother, bared his fangs. But he did hop down.
“What did you mean by that statement, Vayl?” asked Niall.
“Precisely what I said. Lucille and I are agents of the United States government. We would not work with Hamon unless he agreed to curtail all illegal activities while we sheltered in the Trust.”
“Funny time to bring up that detail,” snapped Disa.
Vayl’s look could’ve frozen lava. “I did just suggest a review of the contract. However, you required me to attend the Sonrhain. As your guest, I could hardly refuse.” And, as her outnumbered guest, he couldn’t object to the horror show. Until Dave had done it for him, and then he’d had to take it to the finish.
An agonized whimper from the middle of the room caught everyone’s attention. “They’re not dead,” I whispered.
“David’s gun is not loaded with silver?” asked Vayl.
“He wasn’t expecting to battle Weres on this mission.” We stared at the fallen beasts, who’d both taken full animal form. I’d heard they healed better that way. But I didn’t much care for sharing the same space with them, unchained and wounded as they were. “Do you suppose they’re still enspelled?” I asked.
“I doubt it,” Vayl answered. “Ending the fight should have effectively canceled the charm.”
“Which means?”
“It is hard to say. They are already struggling to stand, and as soon as they are able, they will no doubt attack. They may choose one another, as before. Or they may go for easier game.”
“But . . . the fence.” I looked up at the ceiling, as if to command the hooks it hung from to hold.
“It is more to keep them from stumbling into the audience than to provide true protection. The power that half changed them was what prevented them from leaving the ring to begin with.”
Goddammit! “Dave! Get over here!” He looked my way without really seeing me. Still stuck in his own nightmare.
The wolf got to its feet first, stood unsteadily, and glared around the room. Was it looking for the weapon that had taken it down? Or the vamp whose influence had forced it into battle?
“Get those Weres out of here!” shouted Disa.
“Would it not be smarter to get us out and secure the room until they transform?” suggested Vayl. I’d begun nodding before he even finished his sentence. Sounded like a solid plan to me.
But Disa stuck out her jaw. “I am the Deyrar!” she yelled, her eyes bleeding to black as the rage took hold.
I opened my mouth to tell her she was also the Idiot, but Vayl put a hand on my arm. No time. He slanted his gaze toward the ring. The bear had risen as well. And he was headed for my brother.
“Dave!” I yelled. He didn’t respond, though he was looking straight at me. “You’re about to get eaten by a bear, ya dumbass!” I shouted.
That got his attention. As he turned to face the coming threat, I jumped on the table, figuring darting around all the pushed-out chairs and potentially uncooperative Trustees would cause fatal delays. I raced toward my brother as the bear attacked, charging at him with eye-popping speed.
The old Dave would’ve emptied his clip into the beast. But now, having freed it from bondage, the last thing he wanted to do was put it down again. Even temporarily.
I didn’t have that problem.
I shot the bear at least five times before it reached Dave, and still I was too late. Its momentum tore the fencing from the ceiling as if it was a shower curtain. Beneath a cloud of dust and tile it surged forward, the sweep of its giant claws nearly taking his head off as it swung its massive forearm at him.
Somehow, probably aided by his Sensitivity, Dave managed to backpedal fast enough that the bear only got one hit on him before it fell. But it was a skull bender. A claw across the forehead that released a four-inch flap of skin and a gush of blood that instantly blinded him.
It’s like vamps, I reassured my jittering heart as I reached Dave and grabbed him by the arm. He can’t become a werebear unless the sucker damn near kills him first.
I jerked him away from the monster, whose wounds were already beginning to heal, and tried to lead him toward the door. But our way was blocked by Genti and his crew, who’d decided the best way to remove the bear was to roll it up in the tablecloth and drag it out. Rastus, Koren, and Meryl were hastily removing all the delicate and, no doubt, highly expensive tableware to chairs while Genti urged them on to greater speeds without lifting a single finger to help.
Are you kidding me?
I slammed Dave against the wall. “Don’t move!” I yelled, as he tried to clear the blood from his eyes.
I grabbed the edge of the nearest tablecloth and jerked.
You know that trick you see on TV, where the material slides out from beneath all the plates and glasses, leaving everything unmoved and perfectly intact? Too bad I can’t do that one.
China, hand-blown glass, silver, and bowl after tureen after platter of food crashed to the floor as Genti, Rastus, Koren, and Meryl gaped at me like the owners of an antiques store that’s just been rolled.
“Here!” I threw the cover at them. “Now move your asses!”
“How dare you!” cried Genti.
“Genti Luan!” Disa yelled. She hadn’t moved from her spot. She might not like getting her hands dirty, but she sure loved to throw her weight around. He responded instantly.
“Yes, Deyrar.”
“Wrap up that bear!”
While the Four Stooges got busy, I pulled Dave farther from danger. His shirt stuck to his chest, it was so soaked with blood. Too much of it, every damn where.
“You going to be okay?” I asked as I hustled him toward Vayl.
“Of course.” He would say that. If the creature had chewed off his arm he’d have wrapped a tourniquet around the stub and laughed it off as a flesh wound. My brother. The original Black Knight.
Shouting from the other side of the room distracted me. Niall, Admes, and their human guardian had surrounded the wolf. Or so it seemed. The human carried a small-caliber handgun, hard to see what kind from my angle. Admes held a sword. No way, my mind whispered. But I couldn’t mistake the nearly two-foot-long pointed blade with its ivory hilt. I’d seen the same model on display in the American Museum of Natural History the last time I’d hit New York. That’s a gladius. Admes is fighting with a sword that’s twice as old as Cassandra.
Dave’s new flame, whose psychic gifts had helped us out of a jam before the two had even met, had let slip that she’d been globe trotting for a thousand years. If Admes was as old as his blade, we must all seem like irritating little rugrats to him.
For all his age, the broad-shouldered vamp hadn’t lost any of his fighting skills. And the wolf seemed to recognize a worthy foe when it saw one. Or two, actually, because Niall was stirring powers that raised every hair on the back of my neck. The wolf must’ve felt them, too. Because, after hesitating for a few moments, it picked out the lone human and attacked.
I’ll give him this, the man Niall trusted to guard his sleep didn’t panic. He stood his ground, obviously meaning to empty his gun into the wolf, thinking he had plenty of time to take it down. But he’d underestimated how much the animal had healed and the speed at which it could move. It exploded into him, knocking him back into the wall, cracking his skull so hard I heard the impact from across the room. Before Niall and Admes could pull the Were off, it had ripped the man’s throat out, spewing arterial blood in ever-weakening bursts that marked the last beats of his heart.