Huntress, Black Dawn, Witchlight (39 page)

Grandma Harman gave an odd snort. Keller ignored it. “It’s not just that he’s not a fighter. He’s not
involved
in this. He doesn’t have any part in it.”

Grandma Harman looked at Galen, not entirely approvingly. “It seems you’ve been keeping secrets. Are you going to tell her, or shall I?”

“I—” Galen turned from her to Keller. “Listen. I’m sorry—I should have mentioned it before.” His eyes were embarrassed and apologetic. “It just—there just didn’t seem to be a right time.” He winced. “I wasn’t in that mall today accidentally. I came by to look for Iliana. I wanted to see her, maybe get to know her a little.”

Keller stared at him, not breathing. “Why?”

“Because…” He winced again. “I’m Galen Drache…of the First House of the shapeshifters.”

Keller blinked while the room revolved briefly.

I should have known. I should have
realized.
That’s why he seemed like a shapeshifter, but I couldn’t get any animal sense from him.

Children of the First House weren’t born connected to any particular animal. They had power over all animals, and they were allowed to choose when they became adults which one they would shift into.

It also explained how he’d known which pressure points to use to get her off the dragon. And his telepathy—children of the First House could connect to any animal mind.

When the room settled back into place, Keller realized that she was still standing there, and Galen was still looking at her. His eyes were almost beseeching.

“I should have explained,” he said.

“Well, of course, it was your choice,” Keller said stiffly. There was an unusual amount of blood in her cheeks; she could feel it burning. She went on, “And, naturally, I’m sorry if anything I’ve said has given offense.”

“Keller, please don’t be formal.”

“Let’s see, I haven’t greeted you properly, or given you my obedience.” Keller took his hand, which was well made, long-fingered, and cold. She brought it to her forehead. “Welcome, Drache, son of the First House of the shapeshifters. I’m yours to command, naturally.”

There was a silence. Keller dropped Galen’s hand. Galen looked miserable.

“You’re
really
mad now, aren’t you?” he observed.

“I wish you every happiness with your new bride,” Keller said through her teeth.

She couldn’t figure out exactly
why
she was so mad. Sure, she’d been made a fool of, and now she was going to have to take responsibility for an untrained boy who couldn’t even shapeshift into a mouse. But it was more than that.

He’s going to marry that whiny little flower in the corner, a voice in Keller’s head whispered. He
has
to marry her, or at least go through a promise ceremony that’s just as binding as marriage. If he doesn’t, the shapeshifters will never join with the witches. They’ve said so, and they’ll never back down. And if they don’t join with the witches…everything you’ve ever worked for is finished.

And your job is to persuade the flower to do her duty,
the voice continued brightly.
That means you’ve got to convince her to marry him. Instead of eating her.

Keller’s temper flared.
I don’t want to eat her,
she snapped back at the voice.
And I don’t care who this idiot marries. It’s none of my business.

She realized that the room was still silent, and everyone was watching Iliana and Galen. Iliana had stopped prattling. She was looking at Galen with huge violet eyes. He was looking back, strained and serious.

Then he turned to Keller again. “I’d still like to help, if you’ll let me come.”

“I told you, I’m yours to command,” Keller said shortly. “It’s your decision. I’d like to mention that it just makes things a little harder on my team. Now we’re going to have to look out for you as well as her. Because, you see, you’re
not
expendable after all.”

“I don’t want you to look out for me,” he said soberly. “I’m not important.”

Keller wanted to say, Don’t be an idiot. No you, no promise ceremony, no treaty. It’s as simple as that. We’ve
got
to protect you. But she’d already said more than enough.

Toby was retrieving the tape from the VCR. Grandma Harman was making getting-ready-to-rise motions with her cane. “I think we’ve stayed here long enough,” she said to Keller.

Keller nodded stiffly. “Would you like to come in the limo? Or would you rather follow us to her house?”

Grandma Harman opened her mouth to answer, but she never got the chance. Keller’s ears caught the sound of movement outside just before the living room window shattered.

I
t was a full-force invasion. Even before the echoes of breaking glass had died, figures in black uniforms were swarming through the window.

Dark ninjas, Keller thought. An elite group made up of vampires and shapeshifters, the Night World experts at sneaking and killing.

Keller’s mind, which had been roiling in clouds of stifled anger, was suddenly crystal clear.

“Nissa, take her!” she shouted. It was all she needed to say. Nissa grabbed Iliana. It didn’t matter that Iliana was screaming breathlessly and too shocked to want to go anywhere. Nissa was a vampire and stronger than a human Olympic weight lifter. She simply picked Iliana up and ran with her toward the back door.

Without being told, Winfrith followed close behind, orange energy already sizzling between her palms. Keller knew she would provide good cover—Winnie was a fighting
witch. She made full use of the new powers that all the Night People were developing as the millennium got closer. As one of the ninjas lunged after them, she let loose with a blast of poppy-colored energy that knocked him sideways.

“Now you!” Keller shouted to Galen, trying to hustle him into the hallway without turning from the ninjas. She hadn’t changed and didn’t want to if she could avoid it. Changing took time, left you vulnerable for the few seconds that you were between forms. Right now seconds counted.

Galen got a few steps down the hall, then stopped. “Grandma Harman!”

I knew it, Keller thought. He’s a liability.

The old woman was still in the living room, standing with her feet braced apart, cane ready. Her apprentice, Toby, was in front of her, working up some witch incantation and tossing energy. They were right in the flow of the ninjas.

Which was as it ought to be. Keller’s mind had clicked through the possibilities right at the beginning and had come to the only reasonable conclusion.

“We have to leave her!”

Galen turned to her, his face lit by the multicolored energy that was flying around them.
“What?”

“She’s too slow! We have to protect you and Iliana. Get moving!”

His features were etched in shock. “You’re joking. Just wait here—
I’ll
bring her.”

“No! Galen—”

He was already running back.

Keller cursed.

“Go on!” she yelled to Nissa and Winnie, who were at the entrance to the kitchen, where the back door was. “Take the limo if you can get to it. Don’t wait for us!”

Then she turned and plunged into the living room.

Galen was trying to shield Grandma Harman from the worst of the energy being exchanged. Keller gritted her teeth. This group of ninjas was only the first wave. They were here to breach the wards and make an opening for whatever was going to follow.

Which could be a dragon.

The ninjas hadn’t finished their job, though. Most of the wards were holding, and the one that had fallen was on a small window. The dark figures could only squirm in one at a time. The house shook as whoever was outside slammed power at it, trying to break a bigger entrance.

Faintly, Keller heard an engine rev up outside. She hoped it was the limo.

Galen was pulling at Grandma Harman. Toby was grappling hand-to-hand with a ninja.

Keller batted a couple of the sneaks out of her way. She wasn’t trying to kill them, just put them out of commission. She had almost reached Galen.

And then she heard the rumbling.

Only her panther ears could have picked it up. Just as the
first time when she’d heard it, it was so deep that it seemed both soft and frighteningly loud. It shook her to her bones.

In a flash, she knew what was coming.

And there was no time to think about what to do.

Galen seemed to have sensed it, too. Keller saw him looking at the roof just above the door. Then he turned toward Grandma Harman, shouting.

After that, everything happened at once. Galen knocked the old woman down and fell on top of her. At the same time, Keller sprang and landed on top of both of them.

She was changing even as she did it. Changing and spreading herself out, trying to make herself as wide and flat as possible. A panther rug to cover them.

The brick wall exploded just as the window had, only louder.

Shattered with Power, Keller thought. The dragon had recovered…fast.

And then it was raining bricks. One hit Keller in the leg, and she lashed her tail in fury. Another struck her back, and she felt a deep pain. Then one got her in the head, and she saw white light. She could hear Galen shouting under her. It seemed to be her name.

Then nothing.

Something wet touched her face. Keller hissed automatically, pawing at it in annoyance.

“Lemme ’lone.”

“Boss, wake up. Come on, it’s morning already.”

Keller opened heavy eyes.

She was dreaming. She had to be. Either that, or the afterlife was full of teenage girls. Winnie was bending over her with a dripping washcloth, and Nissa was peering critically over her shoulder. Behind Nissa was Iliana’s anxious little heart-shaped face, her hair falling like two shimmering curtains of silvery-starlight gold on either side.

Keller blinked. “I was sure I was dead.”

“Well, you got close,” Winnie said cheerfully. “Me and Toby and Grandma Harman have been working on you most of the night. You’re going to be kind of stiff, but I guess your skull was too thick to crack.”

Keller sat up and was rewarded with a stabbing pain in her temples. “What happened? Where’s Galen?”

“Well, golly gee, Boss, I didn’t know you cared—”

“Stop fooling around, Winnie! Where’s the guy who’s got to be alive if the shapeshifters are going to join Circle Daybreak?”

Winnie sobered. Nissa said calmly, “He’s fine, Keller. This is Iliana’s house. Everybody’s okay. We got you guys out—”

Keller frowned, struck by a new worry. “You did? Why? I told you to take the girl and go.”

Nissa raised an eyebrow wryly. “Yes, well, but the girl didn’t want to go. She made us stop and turn back for you.”

“For Galen,” Keller said. She looked at Iliana, who was
wearing a pink nightgown with puffy sleeves and looked about seven. She tried to make her voice patient. “It was good to think of him, but you should have followed the plan.”

“Anyway, it worked out,” Nissa said. “Apparently, the dragon blew the house down on top of you, but then he walked right over you trying to get to us.”

“Yeah. I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t realize Galen was there,” Keller said. “Or wouldn’t realize he was important.”

“Well, when he found we’d already gotten away in the limo, he and his buddies took after us in cars,” Winnie said. “But Nissa lost them. And then Iliana…insisted, and so we circled back. And there you were. Galen and Toby were digging you out. We helped them and brought you here.”

“What about Grandma Harman?”

“She came out of it without a scratch. She’s tougher than she looks,” Winnie said.

“She talked to Iliana’s mom last night,” Nissa added. “She fixed everything up so we can stay here. You’re supposed to be a distant cousin, and the rest of us are your friends. We’re from Canada. We graduated last year, and we’re touring the U.S. by bus. We ran into Iliana last night, and that’s why she was late. It’s all covered, nice and neat.”

“It’s all ludicrous,” Keller said. She looked at Iliana. “And it’s time to stop. Haven’t you seen enough yet? That’s twice you’ve been attacked by a monster. Do you really want to try your luck for a third time?”

It was a mistake. Iliana’s face had been sweet and anxious, but now Keller could see the walls slam down. The violet eyes hazed over and sparked at the same time.

“
Nobody
attacked me until you guys came!” Iliana flared. “In fact, nobody’s attacked
me
so far at all. I think it’s you people they’re after—or maybe Galen. I keep telling you that I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

This was the time for diplomacy, but Keller was too exasperated to think. “You don’t really believe that. Unless you
practice
being stupid—”

“Stop calling me stupid!” The last word was a piercing shriek. At the same time, Iliana threw something at Keller. She batted it out of the air automatically before it could hit.

“I’m not stupid! And I’m not your Witch Child or whatever you call it! I’m just a normal kid, and I like my life. And if I can’t live my life, then I don’t want to—to do
anything.
” She whirled around and stalked out, her nightgown billowing.

Keller stared at the missile she’d caught. It was a stuffed lamb with outrageously long eyelashes and a pink ribbon tied around its white neck.

Nissa folded her arms. “Well, you sure handled that one, Boss.”

“Give me a break.” Keller tossed the lamb onto the window seat. “And just how did she
make
you two turn around and come back for us, by the way?

Winnie pursed her lips. “You heard it. Volume control. She kept screaming like—well, I don’t know
what
screams like that. You’d be surprised how effective it is.”

“You’re agents of Circle Daybreak; you’re supposed to be immune to torture.” But Keller dropped the subject. “What are you still hanging around for?” she added, as she swung her feet out of bed and carefully tried her legs. “You’re supposed to stick with her, even when she’s in the house. Don’t stand here staring at
me.
”

“You’re welcome for putting you back together again,” Winnie said, her eyes on the ceiling. In the doorway, she turned and added, “And, you know, it wasn’t Galen she kept screaming we had to go back and get last night. It was you, Keller.”

Keller stared at the door as it shut, bewildered.

“You can’t go to school,” Keller hissed. “Do you hear me? You cannot go to school.”

They were all sitting around the kitchen table. Iliana’s mother, a lovely woman with a knot of platinum hair coiled on her neck, was making breakfast. She seemed slightly anxious about her four new houseguests, but in a pleasantly excited way. She certainly wasn’t suspicious. Grandma Harman had done a good job of brainwashing.

“We’re going to have a wonderful Christmas,” she said now, and her angelic smile grew brighter. “We can go into Winston-Salem for a Christmas and Candle Tea. Have you ever had a
Moravian sugar-cake? I just wish Great-Aunt Edgith had been able to stay.”

Grandma Harman was gone. Keller didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated. Despite what she kept saying, as long as the old woman was around, Keller would worry about her. But with her gone, there was nobody to appeal to, nobody who could order Iliana into safekeeping.

So now they were sitting and having this argument. It looked like such a normal breakfast scene, Keller thought dryly. Iliana’s father had already left for work. Her mother was bustling around cheerfully. Her little brother was in a high chair making a mess with Cheerios. Too bad that the four nicely dressed teenagers at the table were actually two shapeshifters, a witch, and a vampire.

Galen was directly opposite Keller. There were shadows under his eyes—had anyone gotten any sleep last night?—and he seemed subdued but relaxed. Keller hadn’t had a chance to speak to him since the dragon’s attack.

Not that she had anything to say.

“Orange juice, Kelly?”

“No, thank you, Mrs. Dominick.” That was what this family thought their last name was. They didn’t realize that witches trace their heritage through the female line and that both Iliana and her mother were therefore Harmans.

“Oh, please, call me Aunt Anna,” the woman said. She had her daughter’s violet eyes and the smile of an angel. She was also pouring Keller juice.

Now I see where Iliana gets her scintillating intelligence, Keller thought. “Oh—thanks, Aunt Anna. And, actually, it’s Keller, not Kelly.”

“How unusual. But it’s nice, so modern.”

“It’s my last name, but that’s what everybody calls me.”

“Oh, really? What’s your first name?”

Keller broke off a piece of toast, feeling uncomfortable. “Raksha.”

“But that’s beautiful! Why don’t you use it?”

Keller shrugged. “I just don’t.” She could see Galen looking at her. Shapeshifters usually were named for their animal forms, but neither
Keller
nor
Raksha
fit the pattern. “I was abandoned as a kid,” she said in a clipped voice, looking back at Galen. Iliana’s mother wouldn’t be able to make anything of this, but she might as well satisfy the princeling’s curiosity. “So I don’t know my real last name. But my first name means ‘demon.’”

Iliana’s mother paused with the juice carton over Nissa’s glass. “Oh. How…nice. Well, then, I see.” She blinked a couple of times and walked off without pouring Nissa any juice.

“So what does
Galen
mean?” Keller said, holding his gaze challengingly and handing her full glass to Nissa.

He smiled—a little wryly—for the first time since sitting down. “‘Calm.’”

Keller snorted. “It figures.”

“I like
Raksha
better.”

Keller didn’t answer. With “Aunt Anna” safely in the kitchen,
she could speak again to Iliana. “You understood before, right? That you can’t go to school.”

“I have to go to school.” For somebody who looked as if she were made of spun glass, Iliana ate a lot. She spoke around a mouthful of microwave pancake.

“It’s out of the question. How can we go with you? What are we supposed to
be,
for Goddess’s sake?”

“My long-lost cousin from Canada and her friends,” Iliana said indistinctly. “Or you can all be exchange students who’re here to study our American educational system.” Before Keller could say anything, she added, “Hey, how come
you
guys aren’t at school? Don’t you have schools?”

“We’ve got the same ones you do,” Winnie said. “Except Nissa—she graduated last year. But Keller and I are seniors like you. We just take time off for this stuff.”

“I bet your grades are as bad as mine,” Iliana said unemotionally. “Anyway, I have to go to school this week. There are all sorts of class parties and things. You can come. It’ll be fun.”