It growled.
At that moment, Butch came out of his stupor at last. He popped his head out of the bag; I expected him to disappear again with a whimper, but instead, the crazy dog came out and took a couple of tiny steps toward the dragon-beast. Ordinarily, Butch would be barking, trying to assert his dominance when he had no hope in hell of doing so, but this time his stance was almost playful; he pranced one step closer, two steps back, while he held his tail high, wagging like mad.
“It’s going to eat you,” I whispered to the dog.
The Gorder reared, its blind face turning to follow Butch’s movements. Its tongue licked out to taste the air.
“That’s how they see,” Greydusk said quietly.
I watched, astonished, as Butch went all the way over to the Gorder’s tail and then hopped up. The little dog ran along the curve of the creature’s spine and found a place to snuggle in. The beast let out a trill. Though I didn’t speak dragon-thing, I suspected trills were good; growls were bad. The Gorder coiled its body, showing every sign of going to sleep, though it was kind of hard to tell without eyes.
“Huh,” Chance said. “It likes dogs.”
“Let’s see if it will let us leave,” I murmured.
If it was asleep, we could slip past and call Butch once we were safe. Making no sudden movements, I edged in the direction Chance had specified earlier, but as I drew closer to the hoard, the Gorder growled at me. I backed away. Unfortunately, there was no way to reach the tunnel without passing the treasure pile.
“Thoughts?” I said, retreating to a safe distance.
“It doesn’t mind our company,” Chance mused, “but it doesn’t trust us yet.”
“How do we gain its confidence?” I asked Greydusk.
The demon lifted a shoulder. “I’ve no idea. If you’d asked, I wouldn’t have imagined we could escape the magus trap.”
“But you’re our guide.”
“To the city. I can’t be expected to know the solution to every obstacle.”
“Fair enough. Then would you check how thoroughly it blocked the path?” I asked the demon.
“Certainly.”
The Gorder didn’t object when Greydusk left the lair, going back the way we’d come. So it definitely was a hoard issue. Somehow, we had to befriend it. While I thought about that, Chance sank down against the opposite rock wall.
At my inquiring look, he shrugged. “What? I’m tired.”
“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a day.”
When the demon came back, it reported, “The collapse closed the passage completely. It would take magickal intervention to clear it.”
“Is that a possibility?” I asked.
Greydusk nodded. “But not all demons would be able to cast such a spell.”
“Who could?”
“The Saremon.”
“Could they also create a magus trap?”
“Yes, but that spell can also be bound in a trigger object and released.”
“So any demon could have bought one.” I tapped my fingers on my knee, thoughtful.
“Basically,” Greydusk confirmed.
Chance sighed. “That doesn’t help us figure out who’s after us.”
“That’s not the immediate problem anyway. We have to get out of here.” I tried the approach again, but the Gorder roused at once and made a warning sound.
“You called it,” Greydusk said thoughtfully. “That implies a certain level of control. Can you try commanding it?”
I laughed at the notion. Why would this beast listen to me? But it was worth a shot. In fact, it was the only idea we had.
Chasm of Despair
I moved toward the tunnel. The Gorder roused, ready to snarl, but I drew on my full power. Magick snapped through me like a live current, and when I spoke, it gave my voice an odd burr. “You trust me. You love me. You know I would never hurt you or your hoard.”
It gave a questioning trill, and Butch yapped. The effort of holding the charm hurt. The magick burned deeper as I edged backward. I motioned for the others to follow me. Come on, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
To my vast relief, Chance and Greydusk slid past. Butch followed.
“Stay,” I told the lizard-worm as I exited.
To my astonishment, it listened to me. The creature didn’t budge as I led the way through the channel, which sloped up toward the surface. I shook all over in reaction. I let the magick drain out of me as I saw the gray light of Sheol. I scrambled out of the hole and waited while Greydusk summoned the carriage.
“We must hurry,” it said.
Well, obviously. I cast the demon an evil look as it filled our ride with Klothod. Shudder. I’d never get used to that.
In short order, we got moving again. The plain descended into a valley that was framed on two sides by rocky bluffs. Dark, red-veined rock didn’t resemble anything I’d ever seen on earth; it was like diabolic marble.
Greydusk followed my gaze and said quietly, “Don’t let it touch your skin.”
Since the carriage was whizzing along at a crazy, jarring speed, that wasn’t probable. But still, I asked, “Why not?”
“This is called the Chasm of Despair for a reason.”
At those words I took a closer look over the side and saw that bones littered the ground here. Their posture was…disturbing, as if someone had leaned up against the cliff for a rest, and then just never mustered the will to move. Despair, I thought, and a chill rolled through me. There was an insidious power in this place, one that sapped inner strength and hope and made you feel as though it was too much trouble to try.
Chance wrapped an arm around me, his expression grim. By the look in his eyes, he felt it too. I leaned into him, more frightened than I cared to admit. Even the demon knight in Peru had been a foe I could fight. How do you combat cursed demon rock? Yeah, exactly.
I squeezed my eyes shut and ignored the rising impulse to throw myself out of the moving vehicle. Because clearly we were doomed. We couldn’t save Shannon. In the end, nothing I did mattered. My mother had died, and I couldn’t help her. I’d hidden like a coward. My father, shit, he left ages ago, probably because he saw I was worthless. I should’ve let Shannon perish in Kilmer because at least it would have been faster than what awaited her in the hands of the demons.
Heaviness spilled through me, dark as blackberry wine, and I listed, ready for everything to stop. The futility, the struggle, the failure—I wanted it all over. There was no hope. No purpose. No point. I threw myself toward the edge of the carriage, but Chance was there. He caught me.
His arms went around me, tight as steel bands, and he put his face against mine. “Fight it, damn you. You’re stronger than this.”
Stronger than what?
“You don’t know anything,” I said wearily. “I’m a fake and a liar, Chance. Which you’d already know if I wasn’t both those things.”
“Corine—”
“You think I’m a good person, but a good person doesn’t do deals with demons, even to save her own skin, maybe especially then. You remember the demon from Kilmer? In Laredo, I did business with it. I summoned its mate in return for help against the Montoyas.”
Shock tightened his features, but he recovered. “You wouldn’t have done that if you’d had a better choice.”
“Wouldn’t I? After I summoned Dumah, I forced Maury to give me a better bargain. And then, later, I used her true name to summon her. She’s how I defeated Montoya and his sorcerous brother. I fed them to her.” I heard myself saying these things, and I couldn’t stop. The words were poison that had to be lanced, right then, or I would die.
“Do you feel better?” he asked.
But I wasn’t done with my confession. “While you were trying to find a way to win me back, I was with someone else. I slept with Kel in Peru, and—”
He kissed me. It was a time-tested way to shut a woman up, I supposed. Afterward, he held me. Argued with me. Distracted me. Before I could fight him in earnest, we cleared the chasm, and the effects faded. Just enough for me to realize how stupid I’d been, how much I’d told him, and hot color flooded my face. I had meant to come clean with Chance, but not like that. I could’ve chosen my moment and my words better. Greydusk sat like a statue beside me, carefully not looking at either of us.