Giggles spilled out of me, but they quickly turned to coughs. I wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before the hacking stopped. I only knew I’d spewed blood all over my hands. Awkward.
“Ankh told me this might happen,” Cole said. “The zombie toxin and the antizombie toxin you produce are going head-to-head.”
Trina tossed me a rag.
“Thanks.” As Cole cleaned me up, he kicked her, Mackenzie and Lucas out of the room. “You, too,” he said to Frosty and Bronx.
“Sorry, bro,” Frosty replied, sounding anything but apologetic. “I’m not leaving Kat.”
Bronx gave him the finger. “And yes, I’m telling you how long you’ve got to live if you try and make me go.”
Cole opened his mouth to protest. I knew he wanted to limit the scope of my embarrassment, and I fell a little deeper under his spell.
“They can stay,” I said. How could I deprive my friends of their boyfriends? I’d hate anyone who tried to take mine away.
Cole rested his chin on the top of my head, petted my hair. “Okay. For you.”
Bronx leaned forward in his seat and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t think I’ll ever leave your side again. You were so close to death, Reeve, and there was nothing I would have been able to do to stop it from happening.”
Reeve traced her fingers over the shell of his ear. “I survived. We all survived.”
The way he looked up and stared at her caused the air in the room to crackle with awareness.
It was the same stare Cole often gave me. Needy. Confused. Resolute. A little savage.
“We have to bring Anima down,” Cole said, determined and cold. “We can’t allow such a threat to remain.”
“What are we going to do?” I asked.
A pause as the three boys shared a look fraught with promise.
“Go to war,” Cole said.
Chapter 27
Blood Bath and Beyond
The boys lived up to their promise.
A few days later, after I’d gotten caught up on my schoolwork, a grinning Cole strode into the bedroom. It was Tuesday afternoon, and Kat and Reeve were in class. Nana was downstairs making cookies.
She hadn’t wanted to leave my side, but she’d started to cry every time she’d looked at me, and her worry had pricked at the darkness writhing and frothing at the back of my mind, banging at the barely standing barriers.
I’d told her I had a craving for something sweet.
Cole leaned down and kissed my forehead, his lips soft and perfect. I wished I’d had the energy to fix my hair and slap on a thousand pounds of makeup.
Maybe it was a good thing all the mirrors had been removed from the room.
“You should be at school,” I said.
His grin only widened. “School shmool. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He swept me into his arms and carried me through the house...then down the stairs and into the basement.
I sniffed, expecting to smell rot. There was a good chance he had a zombie down here. But no. I smelled copper. Dried blood. I frowned. Then I heard the rattle of bars.
Frosty, Gavin and Bronx formed a wall of menace in front of one of the cages, and Cole shouldered his way past them to give me a front-row look at—
Ethan.
If I had been standing, I would have fallen from the shock.
One of his eyes was swollen, and there were several cuts on his bottom lip. Someone—or four someones—had beaten the crap out of him.
Gavin winked at me. “We did good, yeah?”
Frosty cracked his battered knuckles. “Hunting him down was easy. Taking him captive was easier. Still. You’re welcome, world. Now, who wants to watch me get a little information out of this douche purse?”
I would never live that down.
“You didn’t capture me,” Ethan spat. “I gave myself up.”
“Sure you did,” Bronx said. “After we pounded your face into the dirt.”
Ethan shook his head. “Just listen. The same way my father got the zombies to enter people’s homes, he’s sending the zombies to Cole Holland’s barn tonight.” He drew in a breath. “My father captures and collars the creatures, and lets some of them go. The collars have GPS, and he’s able to monitor their whereabouts. Then, through electrical impulses, he’s able to lead the zombies to where he wants them to go.”
Remote control zombies. Nice.
“If that’s true, why haven’t the zombies entered any other houses?” Cole demanded.
“The night they entered the houses was a test to see if it would work. Tonight isn’t a test. My father wants Ali back. He thinks she’s the key to saving my sister. Izzy only has a few more months to live—if she’s lucky.”
“Which gives you motive to pretend to help us,” Cole said.
Ethan shook his head, sad. “Believe me. I learned my lesson. I can’t save someone I love by hurting someone else I love.”
Like Cole, I remained suspicious.
Cole returned me to the bedroom and tucked me back into bed.
“What are we going to do about the supposed zombie attack?” I asked.
His knuckles ghosted along the curve of my cheek. “I’ll plan my own attack. Meanwhile, you’ll rest and regain your strength.”
Translation: I wasn’t to be involved.
“I have to go,” he said. “But I’ll come back after... I’ll come back.”
Then he was gone. And I was alone.
I didn’t worry about the outcome of the coming battle.
I drafted a new to-do list.
Only one item: don’t let my friends go into the danger zone without me.
When I was at my best, I was an asset. I could be at my best again, if only for a little while. So, when Nana came in with cookies and milk, I thanked her and kissed her and sent her on another errand. I told her Mr. Ankh was at work (finally), and his PMS—personal male secretary—wasn’t here to guard the office, then asked if she would grab the bag filled with vials of antidote.
He wouldn’t mind, I assured her. And I needed it.
She didn’t understand I was developing an immunity to it, and the more antidote I used, the faster that immunity would build, so she found nothing suspicious about the request. To her, it was medicine, and I was entitled to medicine.
“Found it,” Nana said as she strolled inside the room. She lifted the black medical bag for my perusal before setting it beside me on the bed. She was smiling, always smiling. Until she looked at me.
Nowadays, no one but Cole smiled when they looked at me.
“You’re the best, Nana.”
“Of course I am. I’m partly responsible for your creation.” Tapping a fingertip against my wrist, she said, “Ali, darling, when were you going to tell me about your tattoos?”
Uh-oh. “Are you mad?” I asked softly.
“No, but you’re a minor and I would have liked to be a part of the decision.”
“Well.” If I survived the coming events, and I would...confidence matters...I might as well warn her about tattoos three and four. “I would like to get two more.”
“What? And why?”
I explained about the slayers, and the memorials they had etched on their bodies, and her expression softened. I told her how badly I wanted to honor Pops, but left the details of the fourth tattoo vague. It had to do with Cole...
“All right,” she said with a sigh. “I give my permission. But next time, I’m going with you. Now, should I inject you with the medicine? I’ve never used a needle before, but I’ve watched a lot of TV, so I’m just sure I’ll do it right.”
“Sure, just—” My gaze had locked on her neck...on her pulse, glowing so prettily, beating so softly, wafting the sweetest scent to my nose.
Shuddering, I closed my eyes. When it came to the protection of the people I loved, I was stronger than I’d ever realized. But right now I wasn’t going to take any chances.