Wayne followed her gaze for a moment. Excited wouldn’t be the word I would use, he didn’t say.
“How many humans,” she said, “actually get to experience something like this? Of their own free will with a high probability of getting back alive and sound.”
“Few. There’s probably a good reason for that too.”
And yet, Wayne thought, here I am.
Insanity. Pure and utter insanity. Willingly diving into Hell for a girl who, from the augur’s reports, might not even be herself anymore? Wayne knew people who had been committed to an asylum for less.
Zoe’s half-smile turned to a frown as the final member of their insane expedition sloshed through the water.
“Foster,” Wayne said, mirroring his coworker’s expression. “Nice of you to show up.”
“Can it,” he snapped. “Bringing the hel’s latest mark to it is the last thing I have to do to get out from under its thumb. I don’t give two damns about the girl or either of you.”
Wayne rolled his eyes. “Good to know that you have our back.”
“And,” he continued without taking notice of Wayne’s words, “if either of you tell anyone about what we discussed earlier, Arachne being after your lives will be the least of your concerns.”
Wayne blinked, but Zoe beat him to speaking.
Or shouting, as the case was.
“You’re threatening us? You monster. I had a low opinion of you before finding out that you performed experiments on a little girl. And now you dare–”
“Please,” Foster said, waving one hand while the other scratched at his gangling beard. He acted completely unconcerned about the dagger that had slipped its way into Zoe’s hand. “It isn’t me you have to worry about. I would be displeased, but me and Eva? We can disappear easily enough. And I’m sure that with some effort, Eva could eventually convince Arachne not to murder you in your sleep.
“The simple fact of the matter is that you both have a lot tying you down. I don’t know if you’ve ever met true demon hunters, but they make the Elysium Order look tolerant and understanding. When they come knocking on your door to find what you know about us, I doubt they’ll like the look of that ring on your finger.”
Again, Zoe’s thumb darted to the dark band of metal.
Unlike Zoe, Wayne had encountered demon hunters before. Their feverish zealotry was as bad as demons themselves. If one caught wind of Zoe’s involvement in any sort of diablery, the most she could hope for would be a swift death.
It wasn’t, in fact, only Zoe that would be in danger. All of Brakket Academy and city would be in trouble. Spencer and her pet were not even the largest problem around. Turner staffed no fewer than four of the pests, probably more.
The zealots would be hunting down every single person in town, student or otherwise, simply for coming into contact with the demons.
Why, then, were they not around already? Surely the situation hadn’t fallen beneath their notice. Even if they couldn’t detect demonic activity–something Wayne was certain they could–there had to have been some rumors spreading around.
He hadn’t been present for the incident at Brakket, but the golems he had faced during the operation to recover Nel had been very obviously demonic. Someone at Brakket would have noticed and word would have spread.
Wayne’s thoughts led him to a single conclusion.
Someone, or something, was protecting Brakket.
Although, Wayne mused, who or what probably doesn’t matter much if I don’t make it back.
The water rapidly cooling broke Wayne out of his thoughts. He turned to one side.
Only the tips of Ylva’s bare feet had entered the water and it was already icing over.
“There have been no changes in Shalise’s abnormal condition. She has escaped her statues’ grasp and returned to the throne room. We continue to believe the best course of action will be delivering her to Eva’s domain until her… passenger can be extracted.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Foster said. “If you didn’t have anything new to tell us, you could have said as much. Or better yet, why don’t you go to Hell while we lord around the place.” His voice descended to low grumblings as he continued. “We’re not the ones who want a new servant.”
A lane of ice formed across the surface of the water. It wrapped around the demonologist’s arm.
He threw himself out of the way, grappling Zoe to keep himself from falling into the water.
She managed to stay up thanks only to Wayne reaching out and taking hold of her arm to steady her.
Zoe shoved Foster off of her, almost sending him beneath the water.
After regaining his balance, he twisted to glare first at Zoe then at Ylva. His glare died off as he glanced down to one side.
Which wasn’t hard to emphasize with. As much as Wayne disliked the man–on general principle and his distasteful personality–the glare Ylva leveled at him was both awe and terror inducing. Being on the receiving end of those cool eyes was something Wayne hoped to never experience.
“You test Our patience, Devon Foster. We will not be displeased to see you out of your debt. Finish your task and banish yourself from Our presence, lest We do it for you.”
Foster let out a long stream of unintelligible mutterings. As soon as he finished, he took a deep breath and ducked beneath the surface of the water.
Zoe pressed herself back against Wayne as a dark shape took hold of Foster and both vanished. Her eyes darted, back and forth over the small section of water that had just contained Foster. She looked torn between jumping out of the water as soon as possible and diving in after him.
There was an almost confusing amount of both eagerness and fear in her voice when she spoke. “Is this safe?”
“You should have little to fear regardless of what happens. Few demons would lightly harm you while wearing Our ring. Wayne Lurcher,” the demon said.
Wayne stiffened as he glanced up to meet the demon’s eyes. Relief almost allowed him to relax; her eyes were merely looking, not glaring. “Yes?” he said.
“Our interactions have been few, yet We do not find you distasteful.”
Gee, thanks.
“We would offer a similar ring, yet none exist. We failed to foresee Great King Zagan’s actions and did not prepare adequately.”
Wayne blinked. Was that supposed to have been an apology for not seeing the future? Not for the first time, Wayne was wishing that the hel was a bit more down to Earth. Arachne and Catherine both could at least talk like normal people. Hell, even ‘Great King’ Zagan was more personable–from the few conversations they had had prior to Wayne’s extended hospital visit.
“Thanks for the sentiment–” I think “–but I believe I would decline your offer.” Not without reading the fine print and even then, not likely.
His stomach dropped to his shoes. Ylva’s eyes hardened as her ice blue lips pressed into a thin line.
It was stupid to decline. She didn’t even have a ring, there was no need to throw the offer back in her face. He could have dealt with declining later.
The intensity on Ylva’s face died out as quick as it came. With a graceful brush of her hand to one side, she said, “We find your rejection disappointing. Nevertheless, should you wish to ensure your own safety, remain at Zoe’s side.”
Wayne gave a slow nod. He hadn’t been planning anything different. “I can do that.”
“Very well. We do not believe Chance cares about the actions of mortals, yet We wish you luck in your endeavor.”
“Thank you,” Zoe said from his side.
There was the slightest of nods from the statuesque woman before she marched off down the beach, returning to Nel and Ali.
“Alright,” Zoe said to Wayne. She took several deep breaths. At the apex of each, she looked ready to jump in. The breath then deflated as she lost her nerve.