With the change of topic her mother smiled. “Yes. I thought it would cause more nightmares but instead it seemed to chase them away.”
Rebekka couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Was there a boy there too? With a rat on his shoulder?”
“No. Maybe he was part of the terrifying dreams you’d had the night before. Do you remember having to be drugged because of it?”
“Yes.”
Chloe pulled her hands from Rebekka’s and used them to push Rebekka’s hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ears. “It’s all in the past now. The Lord is a forgiving god. I’ve repented and been saved. His spirit moved on me and brought with it a peace I wouldn’t have believed possible.”
She picked up the crucifix that lay against her chest and pressed it into Rebekka’s hands, holding them to it. When Rebekka didn’t flinch away, relief shone in Chloe’s eyes, as though she’d feared, had secretly guessed, she’d lain with a demon to create a child.
Rebekka wouldn’t tell her otherwise, not when her mother had found happiness and peace.
“Whatever the truth is about your father,” Chloe said, her voice burning with faith, “you’re human in all the ways that count. Stay here with us. Be baptized into the Fellowship.”
Twice in as many days Rebekka had been offered sanctuary. Her answer to her mother was no different than the one she’d given the Iberá patriarch. “I can’t.”
“Think about it,” Chloe said, pressing Rebekka’s hands hard against the crucifix. “Regardless of how you came to be born, I love you.”
Frustrated at having been ignored for so long, the toddler threw one of his blocks. It struck the wooden boxes, filling the room with the sound of rattlesnakes issuing a warning.
Chloe stepped away then, taking the sign of her faith with her. “We’d better go help the girls in the garden. They’ll be mad if I keep you all to myself.”
Messenger
THEY made the task easy, Tir thought, studying the Weres. Had they traveled steadily, they could have been deep in Were territory by now, but he could understand Levi lingering, delaying in order to spend time with his brother. Cyrin and the Tiger would be welcomed among the Lions, but for Levi, it would be a glimpse of all that he’d lost followed by expulsion and a forced return to life in the human world.
Cyrin and the Tiger worked on what was left of a carcass. The crunch and gnawing of bone by one was matched by the slurp and tearing of muscle by the other.
Smoke from a small fire and the smell of cooking marked the place where Levi prepared his meal, accentuating the difference between the Lion brothers. One trapped in a beast’s form. The other in a man’s.
Levi turned the slab of meat over and filled the air with the scent and sizzle of fat hitting flames. Tir’s nostrils flared, not in hunger but with the memory of Levi leaving him shackled for the guardsmen to find the last time they were in the woods together.
He understood Levi’s choice. He would have made an identical one. But forgiveness didn’t come easily to Tir.
Enough, already, Araña spoke into his mind, her presence so natural he no longer noticed her arriving and departing. Let it go or I’ll have to punish you.
The warning came with the image of her holding a thin leather belt. He hardened immediately, not at the prospect of feeling it against his skin, but of using it on her, whipping them both into a frenzy of desire. Don’t make threats you can’t back up with action.
She laughed in response. Sent him another image, this one of her sprawled on their bed, naked, ready for him. Hurry. Give Levi the message meant for him and come home.
Despite the husky words and the desire they held, she couldn’t hide her worry over Rebekka’s fate. Araña knew too well what it meant to be tested by the Djinn, and how readily they accepted death as the price of failure.
Tir glanced in the direction Levi would soon head, and where he would cross paths with the Were meant to be the healer’s mate. Addai hadn’t provided the details, though Tir could easily guess the end objective. In a battle for control of the Earth, the Weres would make formidable soldiers.
I’ll be there in a matter of minutes, he sent Araña. Be ready.
Tir stepped from the shelter of the trees, and the Tiger and Cyrin both charged. He watched them bound toward him, a coldness filling his chest along with a willingness to call his sword into existence and slay them even though he’d taken part in freeing them from the maze.
Levi’s shouted no had little effect in slowing either large cat. But at the last moment, both Lion and Tiger swerved, recognizing his scent from the maze, or, if not that, then the danger of carrying through with their attack.
They padded back to the carcass as Levi approached warily. His glance took in Tir’s lack of collar and tattoos, then went to the forest, searching, finally saying, “We saw what the demon did to the maze. What happened to Araña?”
The concern in Levi’s voice eradicated the last of Tir’s ill will. “She is safe and well away from Oakland.”
“Good. Someone is hunting Rebekka.”
Tir’s smile was menacing. “No longer. I took care of it personally. I’ve been told Rebekka shelters with her mother. When you see her next, tell her she no longer has to fear returning home. The Constellation remains in Oakland should there be a need to stay there for any reason. Rimmon’s protection extends only to the boat itself.”
Before Levi could ask questions, Tir retreated into the woods, forging deep enough to maintain the illusion of being human. A thought fed by will and he no longer wore flesh. Another, driven by desire, and he moved through an unseen corridor of reality, re-formed in a different place, black wings and body manifesting to Araña’s welcome of heated kisses and hot flesh.
Ten
OAKLAND loomed in the distance. Tall buildings rising in defiance like human fists lifted in challenge.
Aryck’s lips pulled back in a snarl, answering the symbolic threat, though he was surrounded by far more imminent ones. Silent, running on two legs because a man’s form was better suited for traveling long distances at a faster pace, he was alert to every movement, every scent.
Melina paced at his side, making his snarl deepen. He knew why his father had insisted she accompany him. Koren hoped proximity would lead to a successful coupling, so in the event of Aryck’s death, their line would continue with an unborn child. And in the event Aryck survived this journey to collect the healer, he would return with Melina as his mate.
Aryck’s fingers flexed in frustration. For parts of their trip they’d worn fur, and the scent of a female deeply in heat had very nearly driven him to cover her. He’d resisted only by fierce determination and a concentration of purpose.
The route they traveled was one his father had shared with him mentally. In the time since Koren was an enforcer, the scenery had changed very little.
They were now in territory inhabited primarily by ferals and rogues, those whose human and animal souls had separated, one battling the other for dominance to the extent they could no longer live within pack society or follow pack law.
Ferals ended up wearing fur. Their beast ruled, reverting to animal instincts but drawing on human cunning without also feeling bound to the pack. It made them a danger that had to be driven from Were lands. Rogues shifted back and forth in a continuing fight. Most fled Were lands voluntarily. They left before they broke pack law and ended up being made outcast or killed by their own kind.
The scent of hyenas hit Aryck. There were pure animals and Were, though he couldn’t tell if they were one pack or several.