The truth of that statement hit him like a stray punch. Bugger me. The fate of all Rothkalinians rested on the shoulders of the black sheep, the ne'er-do-well.
Speaking of which… "You told Rydstrom that the mortal Néomi died. Are you certain?"
"Abso-smurf-ly."
Cade hadn't realized he'd held out this much hope that she'd survived. Block it out….
Nïx studied him. "I'm considering joining in with your deception of Holly. Mainly because I don't think you will be able to turn her over. And, no, I don't see that outcome. It's a hunch. And secondly, because I believe you have to be cruel to be kind. Holly needs to be educated about the world—bluntly and swiftly—and no one would be better at that job than you."
"What do you mean, educated? She's as educated as she can be."
"I want Holly to experience life. To take away the blinders she has so assiduously relied on. I think you're just the type of person to show her what she doesn't know and doesn't want to know. My niece is innocent in so many ways, and there comes a time in a woman's life when innocence is merely a euphemism for ignorance."
"How innocent could she be in this day and age?"
"She's avoided anything that could fire her Valkyrie tendencies—anything arousing or enraging. She has content controls on her computer, and no cable on her TV. She's lived a PG life. She's sublimated these tendencies so persistently that she's made herself ill at times."
"That's what the counting's about?"
Nïx nodded. "And anything she couldn't sublimate, she would medicate."
"She wants her pills now."
"Well, as her auntie, I say she can't have them. Now, other Valkyrie will have felt her energy emerging. They'll soon be searching for her themselves."
"Then you need to stall them."
After long moments, Nïx said, "I'll do it. If you vow not to fly any leg of the journey."
"You just want that because it'll give me more time to get attached to her, increase the odds that I'll just say fuck all and keep her."
"Yes."
"Damn it, the trip will take longer, possibly weeks. Groot's compound could be as far away as Alaska." Cade swigged from his flask. "And Rydstrom said the deadline was the full moon. What if we don't make it by then?"
"That's my condition."
"She'll be in more danger. Think of it—as soon as she's with Groot, she'll be hidden."
"Take it or leave it. But you won't get very far without the first checkpoint."
"Fine," he bit out. "I agree to your condition." More time with Holly. More time to get attached to Holly.
She emerged from the bathroom at that moment. With her hair pulled back in that perfect bun, she wore her "talismans," a nondescript sweater, and one of those skirts that hugged her plump ass—and made males like him wish they could be the one to unlock all the passion seething inside that outwardly prim female.
Her shoulders were back, her chin raised. Her signature confidence had returned in full force. That sexy smart woman confidence. Cade wanted to kiss her till her knees went weak.
"Where're we headed?" he absently asked Nïx. At that moment, more time to get attached to Holly seemed just the thing.
Nïx answered, "Mississippi Mile marker 775. You're going north of Memphis to meet a demoness named Imatra. There are more detailed instructions in the welcome bag I put together for Holly."
"Uh-huh." He stumbled forward to get Holly's suitcase, vowing to stay silent until he regained his equilibrium around her—or until the contents of his flask finally took effect.
"I want to speak to my aunt alone."
Holly had expected Cadeon to argue. Instead, he'd donned a weather-beaten leather outback-type hat, muttered something about getting food for the road and updating Rök, then headed inside.
"Look at him in that hat," Nïx said. "Sex appeal that potent ought to be illegal." She watched him the whole way in, making a low growling sound and adjusting the sword strapped over her back in fitful motions.
Yes, Cadeon might be good-looking, but the fact remained that he was a demon—with horns.
"They don't make 'em like they used to." Nïx sighed, facing her.
Holly was struck anew by how preternaturally lovely—and peculiar—her new aunt was. "I wanted to thank you for bringing my things. But why was there new underwear and stockings?"
"Because I knew you would have serviceable underclothes." She gave a mock shudder. "Valkyrie like sexy, pretty things, and serviceable is rarely either. So I collected a few grand worth of lingerie for you."
Holly had needed that very unsexy underwear to make her feel, well, very unsexy. "Did you happen to pick up any of the pill bottles on the counter?"
"Ah, those bottles arranged in that perfectly straight line, divided into threes. Everything in your house was perfectly linear. Or in threes. Or at right angles," Nïx said, her golden eyes seeming to see through to Holly's very soul one minute, but going vacant in the next. "I delighted in disrupting each and every pattern."
Holly's stomach churned. The image of her sacrosanct home, perfect as she'd left it, had been helping her get through this night. She'd thought that once she got back there, she could slip right into her old life. "Disrupting?"
Just when Holly became certain she would throw up, lightning lit the sky behind her.
Nïx smiled at the bolt, seeming pleased with it. "You don't need the pills anymore. You used them to stifle your Valkyrie traits because you didn't understand them. But now you no longer need to."
"No, I want to reverse this. I need to. I hate change—I can't handle it," Holly said, clasping her forehead. "How long will it take to get to this sorcerer?"
"Anywhere from a week to a month."
"How long do I have until there's no chance for reversal?"
"You have roughly the same time frame before you're a bona fide Valkyrie."
"If the pills stifled my Valkyrie traits before, then would they slow this transition down? Could they buy me more time to get to this sorcerer?"
"It's possible." Nïx shrugged, flipping back her spill of long black hair, the silkiest Holly had ever seen. "Though I can't say for certain. I don't see anything predetermination-wise, and human pharmacology is beneath my notice."
"Nïx, please, I might not look like it, but I'm walking the razor's edge right now."
She nodded gravely. "I know. In the restroom, you had the urge to scream to the ceiling and pull your hair out. And really, dearling, they have someone to clean that area."
How did she see—
"Ever-knowing, that's how."
"Then tell me, is all this Vessel stuff true?" Holly asked.
"Yes, unfortunately it is. Best choose your babydaddy carefully."
"Why me?"
Nïx said, "A stroke of bad luck."
Holly's face screwed up into an expression of distaste. Bad luck was merely a random occurrence that didn't go in one's favor. "But if I get the Valkyrie change reversed, will I still be the Vessel?"
"I don't see how you could be. The Vessel must be of the Lore."
"So if I can get back to normal, people will stop trying to kill me?" Holly could nullify this chance event. She could take action to combat the random.
"Theoretically, it would follow."
So do the reasoning traiclass="underline" Get Valkyrie change reversed, lose Vessel status. Stop having immortal assassins trying to kill me or demons attacking me. Break free from the finite solution set of dead or bred. Go back to being one code away from PhD and previous life. Eventually, have normal kid. No ultimate evil.