Still, she wasn't to go anywhere without another Valkyrie.
"I'm glad to see that Regin has taken you under her wing," Nïx said. "Though I wonder about that, since she isn't exactly the most giving of Valkyrie."
Holly said, "She's already admitted that she's using me for distraction and advised me not to look too deeply into it." Straight-shooting Regin, telling it like it is.
Regin was even going to help her find an exorcist for the Laughing Ladies—though she wouldn't accompany her to the bridge. Fierce Regin was terrified of ghosts. So Holly was still looking for a buddy to go with her to Michigan in the winter.
Yes, Holly was settling in. Life was almost dandy. Except for the fact that she was pregnant with an evil demon's spawn.
In a rare bout of lucidity, Nïx had explained that Cadeon could've "double bagged it," and Holly could've been on the pill, a sponge, and an IUD, and he still would've "slipped one past the goalie."
The Vessel was hyper-fertile at all times for the first pregnancy. A virile male could have blown her a kiss, and Holly would've been calling him in nine months.
Good to know. Now. Score another one for Nïx, who could've divvied that little nugget of wisdom, but hadn't.
Holly didn't actually believe Cade was evil. But her general attitude about having a demon baby was: Meh. She couldn't get worked up about it one way or the other, and waited each day for it to sink in, hoping to feel some kind of excitment.
She'd forgiven her aunt for the most part. Without Nïx's interference, Holly would still be stubbornly clinging to her old life, when this one suited her far better.
Holly had realized that being with Cadeon wasn't the sole reason she'd been happy. And though it didn't feel possible now—even after everything, she still missed him terribly—Holly believed she could be happy once more.
All she'd ever wanted was to feel normal. In the Lore, she did. Even with her lingering quirks and compulsions, Holly fit in.
Nïx had told her that she would finally get a sense of herself on her journey, and in fact, Holly had discovered who she was: Holly the Bright.
It was her new Valkyrie name. She kind of liked it. Especially when compared to her coven's first few ideas: Holly the Spawner, Holly the Plucky Single Mother, and Holly Crocker.
Nïx said they'd chosen her name because of her intelligence, but also due to the fact that she'd followed the northern lights to get away from danger.
"Any thoughts on Cadeon?" Nïx asked. "You can't put him off forever."
He actually hadn't lied about Holly being his by fate. And Nïx had told her that the demon would be wanting his female back.
For the first week, he'd continued coming to Val Hall every night. Initially he'd acted as if he owned the place, striding right up to the front door—or at least intending to. The wraiths had caught him and tossed his towering frame into an oak so hard the trunk had split from the impact.
The Valkyrie playing Wii on the porch had cackled with glee.
If he yelled for her, her aunts slapped headphones on her ears, then sicced the wraiths on him even harder.
But then, five nights ago, he'd stopped coming….
Now that Holly had time to think things over, she'd recalled all of Cadeon's tireless training. She'd begun to suspect that he really did have feelings for her and had been counting on Holly to free herself when he turned her over.
His "pressing needs" had consumed him. He'd had to make a choice, and she'd lost out.
Holly could almost understand that. But what she couldn't understand was how he'd given her the kiss-off at Groot's. Holly had been terrified, numb with shock, and he'd been cruel, callously indifferent.
He'd sure fooled her. She'd never forget the look on his face when he said, "Never trust a demon…." The ease with which he deceived still stunned her. She couldn't even count how many times he'd lied to her over the course of their journey.
Holly couldn't look back over their relationship and know if anything was real. How could he have left me behind—
When Nïx cleared her throat, Holly realized that she'd spaced as badly as her aunt usually did.
"Something on your mind, dearling?"
"Um…no, everything's great. Thanks for checking on me."
"I'm really glad you like it here." Nix smiled blankly. "But now you have to move."
49
He was nervous as he pulled into Rydstrom's estate. Why hadn't his brother called anyone to let them know he'd escaped? Cade's mind ran riot with theories.
Had Rydstrom been tortured? Had they done something to him so horrific that he was unable to face others?
Cade parked his old truck—which still chugged along despite water damage and bullet holes. With a glower, he collected the sword. He despised it, and was happy for the chance to get it away from him.
As he approached the main house, he noticed that all the shades were drawn. But as soon as Cade went to unlock the side door, Rydstrom cracked it open. He wore no shirt or shoes and was buttoning up his jeans as if he'd just slung them on.
Cade's brows rose at the sight of him. "Rydstrom?"
His brother was…changed.
There was a mean set to his clenched jaw that had never been there before. The rigid muscles in his neck and shoulders were bunched with tension. His eyes were narrowed, and they looked crazed.
Four thin lines of blood ran down his chest and across his scarred cheek—as if someone had raked nails over his skin.
What the hell was going on? And what was done to him to make him like this?
"Are you going to make me stand out here all afternoon? Open the door."
His brother made no move to, only glanced back over his shoulder into the house.
"Rydstrom, you're worrying me, man. Let me in, and tell me what happened. The last I heard was that you'd been captured by Sabine."
No response.
"Were you taken to Tornin? Did you fight Omort to escape?"
Rydstrom finally shook his head.
"Then how the hell did you get free? No one escapes Tornin."
"I had an ace in my pocket," he said, his voice rough.
"You don't sound good. Are you all right?"
"I will be." Rydstrom looked back over his shoulder again. "Soon."
"I got the sword," Cade said, offering it to him. "Killed Groot, too."
Rydstrom nodded, accepting the weapon without interest, barely sparing it a glance.
Cade was confounded, saying slowly, "That's the sword that will defeat Omort."
"We go to war in the spring," Rydstrom grated. "Be ready."
"That's all you've got to say? So much for abject gratitude, or even a pat on the back." Cade's temper spiked. "If you knew what I went through to get to that goddamned thing, what I put my female through…Oh, and if you haven't noticed, your Veyron's missing, and it's never fucking coming home—"
"Is someone out there?" a woman suddenly screamed from inside. "Oh, God, help me!"
Cade distinctly heard a mattress squeaking.
And the rattling of chains.
"I'm being held against my will!"
His jaw dropped. "Is that…Sabine?" Had Rydstrom used his captor to escape? "Was she your ace?"
"Please help me!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Rydstrom peered at him hard with those crazed eyes, as if he dared Cade to do something.
Striving for a casual tone, Cade said, "So, you've got an evil sorceress chained up in your bed, then?"