“I’ll stay as long as I can and wait for him.”
Reece is staring off into the distance. I don’t think he’s paying attention until he asks, “What does your dad look like again?”
“Light hair. Tall. A lot like me. Only older and scruffier.”
“Like him?” Reece asks and points.
A man with shaggy hair and wearing ragged clothes stumbles out of the woods across from us. Cuts along his arms and torso ooze blood. All around him, small lights zip in and out, harassing him forward.
Reece’s attention jumps from Baun to the enemy camp, where dozens and dozens of creatures roam the area. “He’s going to bring attention to himself and then us if he’s not careful.”
Baun is being oddly careless. Not at all what I expect from him. He suddenly trips and falls, splaying out his arms as if searching for something, but he only crawls along, grunting at each cut that appears on his body from the pux.
“He’s blind,” Kera says, close to tears. “He’s been underground for nearly two decades. Who knows what’s been done to him. Do something, Dylan. They will see him any minute.”
The more I look at him, the more damage I see. Dark circles ring his squinting eyes and there’s a sickly hue to his skin, like it’s never seen a speck of sun. He pushes awkwardly to his feet, his arms stretched out in front of him searching the air for any obstacles. He’s a mess. But worse, I actually feel pity for him.
Before I think better of it, I call on clouds to gather overhead. It’s not easy. The Unknown doesn’t want to obey me. Finally the clouds darken, and the rain I let loose sheets the air, swamping the ground in no time. The enemy does exactly what I expected. Half run for cover and the other half hunker down on the spot, burying their heads under whatever is available.
Baun does what I had hoped he’d do. He stops. And then he does something I don’t expect. He lifts his head up to the sky and laughs. His enjoyment seems to irritate the pux and they dart back in for another attack.
“Stay here,” I tell everyone, and then I take off, pushing around the underbrush, my eyes glued to my dad and those evil little monsters.
I settle behind a clump of foliage as near to Baun as I can get without drawing attention. Thunder shakes the Unknown and Baun curses at his torturers. “I am no longer your plaything. I have been set free. Leave me be.”
I can feel his frustration as if it were my own. I actually hate the pux. They deserve to die… I get an idea, but I have to be careful. One misfire and I’ll hit Baun, and frankly, with all this rain, I could miss. I concentrate, and a lightning bolt zigs down and fries one of the pux. They all stop and hover. While they’re distracted, I send down two more bolts. A pair nearest Baun fall, leaving smoke trails all the way to the ground.
That sends the little beasts into a buzz, but they do something out of character, yet familiar. They settle all around him, on his shoulders, his head, along his outstretched arms. I remember them doing so in a dream. I thought Baun was controlling them, but maybe it was their way of controlling him. Baun turns his head left, then right. “What’s going on?”
“How fond are you of your little friends?” I ask.
“Not at all.”
No hesitation and no asking who I am. But then, I think he knows. He always seems to know.
“Stand real still.” I call down bolt after bolt, zapping the pux off him like a crack marksman. More than a dozen fall to his feet when the rest spring off and dart away.
The downpour I’ve created is causing a rush of water toward the bridge. It’s strong enough to knock Baun off his feet. He skids along the ground, floundering as the water pushes him closer and closer to the enemy camp. It’s crazy to see him so defenseless. He’s a different man than I expected, and one I can’t just leave. I run forward and pull him to his feet.
“If you keep going like you are, you’ll run right into a slew of ugly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s a southern term. I don’t have time for a full explanation.” I guide him to the trees and lead him toward the others. “Let’s just say a human friend of mine got a hold of some first power and is on a vendetta to kill me and everyone else who stands in his way of world domination. I’m pretty sure he’s planning on releasing everything you all locked up in the Unknown, and everything you locked up is waiting by the bridge for the go-ahead.”
Baun yanks me to a stop. “He’s mad.”
“Pissed and crazy. That’s Jason.” I urge my dad forward. “We all need to get out of here and make sure his plan doesn’t turn into reality.”
“How many are with you?”
“Three. You and I make five.”
“Our combined powers are our worst asset, yet our greatest.”
“Only three of us have power.”
Baun’s jaw flexes. “Two are human?”
“Yep. Like me and Kera.”
“Not exactly.”
I don’t like the look on his face. “Exactly like us.”
“They have power?”
Didn’t I tell him they didn’t? “No.”
“Then they are not exactly like you.”
He can be such a jerk. “They have other talents.”
“I guess if they’ve managed to survive more than a minute in the Unknown, they must.”
“And I guess while you were locked up, you didn’t embrace the concept of rehabilitation.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong. I am a new man. Far more understanding than I ever was. My point is, your friends have no power to help us, and that is a liability—even if you aren’t willing to see it as such, I am. We will have to come up with a plan that will compensate for their disability.”
There’s no talking to him.
We arrive at the place where I left everyone, and I ease the downpour into a light mist. The rain has cooled the ground and a thick fog forms. Kera rushes through the knee-high fog to Baun and clasps his hand between hers. “It is good to see you.”
He touches her face with his other hand and smiles. “I am pleased you are safe.”
“Relatively,” I say, still irritated by his view of our friends and uncomfortable with the two of them being so chummy. This is the Lost King. The scourge of Teag. A man so horrible he was banished by his own father and best friend.
And I just saved him. I can’t think about the ramifications of what I’ve done. We have to get out of here. I turn to Signe. “Where’s Reece?”
“He said we needed to keep watch.” Signe nodded in the direction of the enemy camp, then slants a wary eye at Baun. She doesn’t appear happy he’s joined our little group. Why would she? He’s the one who started the extermination of humans and those tainted by human blood. People like Kera. Like me.
By the way Kera is fussing over him, I’m beginning to think she’s forgotten about that.
I stalk off, hunting for Reece. There are broken twigs and his discarded bag where he sat watching. And then footprints in the mud heading toward the enemy. The fog is thick, which is good cover, but not perfect because I can see him slinking between the structures toward the one Granel entered.
I retrace my steps, and when Kera sees I’m alone, she asks, “Where’s Reece?”
“He’s gone to kill Granel.”
Signe stands, her hands balling into her wet skirts. “I feared he might.”
I can’t blame Signe for not stopping him. Once Reece saw Granel, I knew he wouldn’t stay put. I’m more shocked he left the girls unprotected. What is it with this place that causes sane people to do irrational things? I take off my sword and hand it to Kera.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are huge.