“I know that, too.”
“I’m proud of you for staying, for being brave. Whatever happens, I want you to know I’m proud of you. If… If you fail, I’ll be waiting for you. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“It feeds on fear.”
She looked at him again. A sleek black hornet crawled out from the delicate petals of a rose, but she looked nowhere but at him. “On many things. It’s had an eternity to develop its appetites. If you could stop it…”
“We will stop it.”
“How? There are only a few weeks left, such a little bit of time. What can you do this time you didn’t do before? Except be brave. What do you plan to do?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“You’re still looking for answers, with time running out.” Her smile was soft as she nodded, soft as a second hornet, then a third squirmed, black on red. “You were always a brave and stubborn boy. All those years your father had to punish you.”
“Had to?”
“What choice did he have? Don’t you remember what you did?”
“What did I do?”
“You killed me, and your sister. Don’t you remember? We were walking in the fields, just like this, and you ran. Even when I told you not to, you ran and ran, and fell. You cried so hard, poor little boy.” Her smile was full, and somehow luminous, as the roses disgorged hornets. And the hornets began to hum.
“Your knees were all scraped and scratched. So I had to carry you, and the weight of you, the strain of it, was too much for me. You see?”
She spread her arms and the white gown blossomed with blood. Hornets swarmed in buzzing black clouds until even the roses bled. “Only a few days later, the blood and the pain. From you, Gage.”
“It’s a lie.” It was Cybil who spoke, who was suddenly at his side. “You’re a lie. Gage, it’s not your mother.”
“I know.”
“She’s not so pretty now,” it said. “Want to see?”
The white dress thinned to filthy rags over rotted flesh. It laughed and laughed as fat worms writhed through the flesh, as the flesh gave way to bone.
“How about you?” it said to Cybil. “Want to see Daddy?”
The bones re-formed into a man with sightless eyes and a charming grin. “There’s my princess! Come give Daddy a kiss!”
“More lies.”
“Oh, I can’t see! I can’t see! I can’t see what a worthless shit I am.” It laughed uproariously. “I chose death over you.” Hornets stabbed out to crawl at the corners of its grin. “Death was better than your constant need, your unrelenting, sickening love. Didn’t have to think twice before…” It mimed shooting a gun with its hand. And the side of its head exploded into a ruin of blood, bone, brain.
“That’s the truth, isn’t it? Remember, bitch?” Its single blind eye rolled in its socket, then the image burst into flame. “I’m waiting for you, for both of you. You’ll burn. They all burn.”
He woke with his hand clutching Cybil’s, and her eyes staring into his.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, but stayed as she was when he sat up. Dawn spread milky light into the room as her breath shuddered in and out.
“It wasn’t them,” she managed. “It wasn’t them, and it wasn’t the truth.”
“No.” Because he thought they both needed it, he took her hand again. “How did you do that? Get into my dream?”
“I don’t know. I could see you, hear you, but at first I was removed from it-not part of it. It was almost like watching a movie, or a play, but through a film, or a curtain. Like gauze. Then I was in it. I pushed…” Dissatisfied, she shook her head. “No, that’s not right, not really. It was less deliberate than that, more visceral. More like a flick, the way you’d give a curtain in your way an annoyed flick. I was so angry because I thought you believed what it was saying.”
“I didn’t. I knew what it was from the start. Bluff me once,” Gage murmured.
“You were playing it.” Cybil closed her eyes a moment. “You’re good.”
“It’s looking for our hole card, wants to know what we’ve got. And it told us more than we told it.”
“That there’s still time.” Now, she sat up beside him. “However strong it’s getting, however much it might be able to do, it still has to wait for the seventh for the real show.”
“Give the lady a cigar. It’s about time for our bluff. Time to make the bastard believe we have more than we do.”
“And we’d do that by…?”
Gage rose, went to the dresser, opened a drawer. “Bait.”
Cybil stared at the bloodstone he held. “That’s supposed to be in a safe place, not knocking around in… Wait. Let me see it.”
Gage tossed it casually in the air, then over to her.
“This isn’t our bloodstone.”
“No, I picked it up at a rock shop a few days ago. But it fooled you for a minute.”
“It’s the same basic size, not quite the same shape. It might have power, too, Gage. The research I’ve done points to bloodstones as part of the Alpha Stone.”
“It’s not ours. Not the one it’s worried about. It might be worthwhile finding out just how worried it is, and what it might do to get its hands on what it thinks is Dent’s bloodstone.”
“And to see how pissed off it gets when it realizes-if it does-this is a substitute.”
“Can’t be overstated. It’s used our pain against us, our tragedies. Let’s return the favor. The bloodstone helped Dent keep that thing under for three centuries. Stopped it in its tracks a good long while and set the stage for what we’re doing. That’s got to be one of the big losses.”
“Okay. How do we con a demon?”
“I’ve got some ideas.”
She had some of her own, but they were down avenues her research had taken her, avenues she didn’t want to travel. So she kept her silence, and listened to his.
A COUPLE HOURS LATER, CYBIL STORMED OUT OF Cal’s back door with sharp lashes of fury whipping from her. She spun around when Gage slammed out after her. “You’ve got no right, no right to make these plans, to make these decisions on your own.”
“The hell I don’t. It’s my life.”
“It’s all our lives!” she tossed back. “We’re supposed to work as a team. We’re meant to work as a team.”
“Meant? I’m sick to death of this destiny crap you’re so high on. I make my own choices, and I deal with the results. I’m not going to let some ancient guardian make them for me.”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Everything about her snapped out in angry frustration, voice, hands, eyes. “We all have choices. Aren’t we fighting, risking our lives, because Twisse takes away choice? But that doesn’t mean any of us can just forget why we were brought together like this and go off on his own.”
“I am on my own. Always have been.”
“Oh, screw that! You’re sick of destiny talk? Fine, I’m sick of your ‘I’m a loner and I don’t belong’ refrain. It’s boring. We’re bound by blood, all of us.”
“Is that what you think?” In contrast to her heat, his tone was brittle and cold. “You think I’m bound to you, by anything? Didn’t we just cover this a little while ago? We’re having sex. That’s the beginning and the end of it. If you’re looking for more-”
“You conceited ass. I’m talking about life and death and you’re worried about me trying to get my hooks in you? Believe me, outside of the bedroom, I wouldn’t have you on a bet.”
Something flashed in his eyes. It might have been insult or challenge. It might have been hurt. “I’d take that bet, sister. I know your type.”
“You don’t know-”
“You want it all your way. You figure you’re so damn smart you can run the show and everyone in it. Nobody runs me. And when this is over, you think you can keep me on the line or cut me loose, at your whim. You’ve got the looks, the brains, the style, what man could resist you? Well, you’re looking at one.”