Dark Descendant (33 page)

given by a crazed immortal.

I forced myself to my feet, considering my options as Alexis fled toward the house. Fear

had given his feet wings, and even at my best, I wouldn’t have been able to run him down when

he had this much of a head start. If he made it through the house and to a car, there would be no

stopping him.

It was only a slight detour for me to dart to the shore of the pond and grab my backpack

before I sprinted after Alexis, but in that time he’d put even more distance between us. I ran as

fast as I could, one hand digging blindly in the backpack until my fingers found another rock.

Puffing with exertion, I drew that rock out of my backpack. Alexis was almost to the

back door. If he got inside the house I’d never get a shot at him. So even though I was still a

good fifty yards away, and it was so dark I could only make out his shape because he was

moving, I pitched the rock with every ounce of strength I could muster.

Alexis’s hand closed on the doorknob, and he twisted it while banging into the door with

his shoulder. He took about half a step inside before the rock made solid contact with the back of

his head.

I was too far away and too weak to do the same kind of damage I’d done to Peter,

supernatural powers or not. But the blow was hard enough to drop Alexis to his hands and knees.

He didn’t lose consciousness, but he was clearly woozy, his body swaying as he tried to regain

his feet.

My own knees gave out then, and I collapsed onto the grass. As I lay there panting, I dug

through my pack for another rock, pushing myself up into a sitting position. Even with the power

of Artemis, I wasn’t sure I could hit Alexis again from this distance, especially not while sitting

down, but I was willing to give it a try.

It turned out I didn’t have to. A glowing white pillar of fire—Anderson—ran by me at an

easy lope that seemed to cover about ten yards per stride. Alexis screamed in terror when he saw

what was coming for him. He lurched to his feet, still visibly unsteady, and stumbled through the

doorway. He tried to slam the door behind him, but Anderson had already closed the distance.

I turned my head and covered my ears when Alexis began to scream.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Covering my ears didn’t
help, at least not enough. I didn’t care
what
Alexis had

done—I couldn’t bear to hear a human being suffer like that.

Sobbing with the effort, I got to my feet once more and, still covering my ears, ran back

toward the pond, putting more distance between myself and the house in hopes the sound would

be muffled. I made it all the way back to the edge of the water before my legs refused to carry

me anymore and I had to sit down. The screams were fainter now, but I could still hear them, and

I knew the sound would haunt my sleep for years to come.

Peter lay where we had left him, his head still caved in from the impact of my rock. There

was no evidence of any healing whatsoever, so he’d clearly failed in his quest to become
Liberi
.

I didn’t see how, though. He’d shot Anderson in the freaking head. I’d seen the bullet come out

the other side, seen the life drain from Anderson’s eyes. Anderson had died, I was sure of it.

Maybe Peter hadn’t really been a Descendant after all, though I wasn’t sure how one

could make a mistake about that. The glyphs were pretty clear indicators.

And then there was Dean.

Actually, there
wasn’t
Dean. Where Dean had lain, there was a shirt, a pair of jeans, and a

pair of sneakers, all empty. The air smelled of sulfur and ash, although as far as I could tell there

wasn’t even a speck of ash or dust to mark where the
Liberi
had once been.

He was dead. And not the kind of dead a
Liberi
could get up and walk away from. He

was an immortal being who could only be killed by a mortal Descendant. And yet

Anderson—clearly
not
a mortal—had killed him.

Footsteps approached me from behind, but I didn’t turn to look. Alexis’s screams had

finally stopped a couple of minutes ago, so I guessed Anderson was through with him. There was

no eerie white glow lighting the night now, but that didn’t stop the chill of fear that traveled up

and down my spine. I’d been coming to think of Anderson as a friend, but after the savagery I’d

witnessed tonight, I couldn’t force myself to look at him.

In my peripheral vision, I saw him come up beside me and then sit on the grass, just out

of arm’s reach. Even just seeing him out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help noticing he’d

lost the handcuffs and the underwear somewhere along the line. Likely when he’d morphed into

that humanoid pillar of fire.

“They’re dead, aren’t they?” I asked in a choked whisper when the silence became too

heavy.

“Yes.”

“Permanently.”

“Yes.”

I shook my head, trying not to remember the sounds of their screams. I couldn’t be sorry

they were dead—especially Alexis, though for all I knew Dean was just as bad—but their

suffering sickened me. Worse, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I wasn’t about to face the same

fate. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize I’d witnessed something I shouldn’t have.

Anderson seemed to be a nice guy most of the time, but even before tonight, I’d seen ample

evidence of the ruthlessness his genial manner hid.

Trembling, I wrapped my arms around my knees. “Are you going to kill me, too?”

He turned his head to face me, and I reluctantly met his eyes. “Are you going to tell

anyone what you saw tonight?” he countered.

I shook my head, unable to trust my voice. How could he possibly believe my denial,

though? What kind of idiot would admit they were planning to run around blabbing in this

situation?

His expression was grave, though not especially menacing. “You know what fate awaits

you if you talk. And the same fate awaits anyone you talk
to
. I trust that will motivate you to

keep quiet.”

There was another long stretch of silence, but silence gave me too much room to think,

and that was the last thing I wanted to do right now, so I hurried to fill it.

“You aren’t
Liberi
, are you?” I asked.

One corner of Anderson’s mouth tipped up, though I wasn’t sure what he found funny.

“No, I’m not
Liberi
.”

“Then what are you? If you don’t mind my asking …”

I thought at first he wasn’t going to answer. Then he shrugged, perhaps deciding it wasn’t

necessary to be coy when I knew too much already.

“I am the bastard child of Thanatos and Alecto.” I gave him what I was sure was a blank

look. “The Greek god of death and one of the Erinyes, or Furies,” he explained. “I am Death and

Vengeance, rolled into one.”

I swallowed hard. “So what you’re saying is …” My throat tightened, and I considered

the possibility of panicking. “What you’re saying is you’re not
Liberi
, you’re an actual … god?”

He gave me a small smile. “Is that really so hard to believe after all that you’ve seen?”

I stammered like an idiot, making his smile broaden and bringing a mischievous twinkle

to his eye. The expression further widened the chasm between the Anderson I knew and the

terrifying creature I’d seen him turn into.

“There are a few of us left on this earth,” Anderson said. “We were abandoned here by

those who thought themselves our betters. We keep our existence a closely guarded secret.”

“But Konstantin knows who you really are, right? That’s why he made a deal with you?”

Anderson nodded. “Yes. He saw me kill one of his people, back when we were at war.

He escaped, but immediately abducted Emma so that if I killed him, I’d never be able to find her

and I’d doom her to an eternity of suffering. That was when we made our deal. He’s made sure

to abide by it, knowing that as long as he didn’t provoke me unbearably, I would let him live in

hopes that he would one day lead me to Emma.”

“And no one else knows who you are. Konstantin has kept your secret.”

“To tell anyone who and what I am would be to acknowledge that he isn’t the most

powerful being to walk the Earth, something his ego will never allow.”

A number of facts lined up in my mind, and something clicked. “That’s why Konstantin

was so desperate to recruit me, right? Not because he wanted me to hunt Descendants—or not

just
because of that, anyway—but because he didn’t want me to help you find Emma.”

Anderson nodded.

“And you didn’t bring any of the others tonight because you knew you were going to end

up killing
Liberi
, and you didn’t want any witnesses.”

Another nod. “I am as anxious to keep my identity a secret as Konstantin, only for

different reasons. I had no choice but to risk letting
you
find out, but I did have a choice with the others.” He shrugged.

There was more to it than that, I knew. I didn’t really matter to him, so if I saw something

I shouldn’t and he had to kill me to silence me, it wouldn’t break his heart, not like it would have

if he’d had to make the same decision with one of his own people. I was still an outsider, an

interloper, and I probably always would be. I told myself I was used to it and that it didn’t hurt a bit.

I turned to stare at the pond. “Is she in there?”

Something sparked in his eye, an expression that held no hint of mischief and screamed

of fury. “She’s there. If you’ve settled down enough that I can trust you not to bolt, I’ll go get her

out and we can all go home. And then Konstantin and I are going to have a long talk.”

I suppressed a shudder. Right now, I was really, really glad I wasn’t Konstantin.

“Then go and get her,” I said. “I want to get out of here.”

Without another word, Anderson rose gracefully to his feet. And wouldn’t you know it,

despite everything I’d learned about him that night, despite all the fear and awe and horror, I

couldn’t help taking a moment to admire his naked backside as he walked to the water and once

more plunged in.

It took the better part of forever to get Emma out of the
water. She was chained and

weighted down, and god or not, Anderson didn’t have the strength to break the chains that bound

her. It occurred to me that Alexis might have been planning to haul her out and maul her in front

of Anderson as part of the slow, torturous death he’d had in mind, so I reluctantly went back to

the house. Shuddering the whole time and trying desperately not to think, I searched through

Alexis’s empty clothes until I found a ring of keys. I brought these to Anderson, and sure

enough, one of them was the key to the shackles. Anderson brought Emma’s body to shore and

laid her on the grass.

She was naked, naturally. Her skin was ivory pale (or corpse white). Her hip-length black

hair and her rosy lips gave her the look of a sickly Snow White, and I knew that alive and

healthy she would be a stunning beauty. Which I supposed was only appropriate for the wife of a

god.

“Does she know?” I asked Anderson as he knelt beside the body, brushing his wife’s hair

from her face as we waited for her to revive.

He spared me only a brief glance. “No. And it’s going to stay that way.”

I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. No way in hell I was going to mess with him,

not with everything I knew, although I kind of thought his wife had a right to know exactly who

and what she was married to. Still, that was their problem, not mine.

Naked and wet in the frigid air, his teeth chattering, Anderson was almost blue with cold.

I fetched his clothes from where he’d discarded them in the woods, but for the time being, at

least, he ignored them, all his attention focused on Emma. She wouldn’t be in much better shape

when she came to, and I figured we were past the time for stealth by now. Even so, I stayed near

Anderson, giving him ample chance to veto my decision as I called the mansion. I got Logan,

and asked him and Maggie to come help us. I provided zero details beyond the address and the

need to bring something warm to wrap Emma up in.

It was at least twenty minutes before Emma suddenly sucked in a breath, then started

coughing. Anderson turned her onto her side and supported her head as she expelled the pond

water from her lungs.

Embarrassed by their mutual nudity and wanting to give them time to get reacquainted

without an audience, I wandered off into the woods before Emma finished retching. I sat heavily

on the ground as soon as I was out of sight, drawing my knees up and resting my forehead on my

folded arms.

I’d seen too much pain and misery in the past few days, endured too much fear. I couldn’t

contain it anymore, and I finally let it all go at once. Muffling the sounds with my arms, I cried

for everything Steph had suffered at Alexis’s hands; for the multiple deaths Jamaal was suffering in punishment for his disobedience; for all the abuse Emma must have suffered over the years

she’d been Konstantin and Alexis’s prisoner; for the normal life I’d once taken for granted; and

for the uncertain future, which I had no doubt would expose me to even more life-altering

traumas.

TWENTY-EIGHT

I let Anderson do
all the explaining when the cavalry arrived. I tried to make myself

concentrate on the answers, thinking it was a good idea if I actually paid attention to the