Immortal City (44 page)

“Hi, darling,” she said.

As if from an electric shock, Jacks jolted up, reaching for his back in an attempt to push away Ethan’s plunging knife. His mind swirled in panic. It took Kris and three nurses to restrain him, ultimately getting him to lie down on his side again. Jacks reached back and touched the place where the knife had severed the wing. Instead of an Immortal Mark, he now felt only a mass of destroyed flesh and bandages. He lay there trembling as the awful memories returned to him. The demon. That boy Ethan. And Maddy’s glassy, lifeless eyes.

“Maddy,” Jacks whispered.

“Rest, Jacks,” Kris said and squeezed his hand. Moving his head as best he could, he realized he was in a hospital bed. The room was clean and impossibly white.

“You were . . . hurt,” Kris said. “The doctors were worried. But everything’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine. They’ve performed emergency surgery on your wing.”

Jacks looked at his body. He was covered in bandages. He forced air in and out of his nostrils, trying to keep consciousness, trying to keep the one thing at the top of his mind from overwhelming him. The girl who had died in his arms.

“That boy,” Kris said.

“I know,” Jacks rasped.

“He was troubled. It seems his father died in an accident in which a Protection was saved. He used the father’s life insurance money to travel the world in search of . . . revenge.”

“The Dark Angel,” Jacks said.

Kris nodded.

“It appears his mother didn’t even live with him. She had been institutionalized ever since her son’s return. When she saw what he became.”

Jacks heard the hallway door open, and a familiar voice spoke.

“The demon should have known it would take more than that to mortalize a Godspeed.”

Jacks turned his head stiffly.

It was Mark.

Jacks tried to sit up again, the cords of the monitors tangling around him.

“Get out,” Jacks croaked. “I know what you did.
All
of it. Get out.”

His stepfather didn’t move, although something unreadable flickered in his eyes.

“I will. Just as soon as I tell you something.”

He took a step into the room.

“The NAS and the Council have dropped their case against you. I made a personal plea that, based on special circumstances, you had done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong?” Jacks said incredulously, rage edging his weakened voice. “She’s dead.”

Kris put a hand on Jacks to calm him.

“Maddy is dead because of me,” Jacks said again, his voice cracked with misery.

Mark just smiled. For an instant Jacks hated him.

“Only an Angel can kill another Angel, Jackson.”

Tears welled in Kris’s eyes as she looked at her son. Mark stepped forward and pulled the curtains aside.

Maddy lay in the next bed. Her breaths were long and deliberate, her vitals steady. Kevin sat asleep in the chair next to her. A magazine was open on his lap, facedown. The sound of the curtain woke him. His eyes were red and bleary from keeping watch over his niece, but he smiled when he saw Jacks awake.

“It’s good to see you up,” Kevin said. He gently rubbed Maddy’s arm.

Maddy’s eyes fluttered open. She lay there blinking at her uncle for a moment, then turned her head and saw Jacks.

“Hey,” she breathed.

Jacks attempted to get up, cables and tubes tangling up as he went. His foot touched the ground and he almost crumpled. He was much weaker than he had thought. Kris helped him back into bed.

“I thought I had lost you,” Jacks said, his voice saturated with relief.

Maddy just looked at him, tired but radiant, her eyes never leaving Jacks’s. He felt like he could live in those eyes forever.

“I’ve taken care of all Maddy’s recovery costs,” Mark said. “The doctors assure me she’s going to be just fine. Apparently there’s more Angel in her than we first thought . . . More than anyone thought. Because she’s half human, though, her Angel traits have only begun to develop in the past few years. So that’s what I argued to the other Archangels. Technically it wasn’t an illegal save, Angel saving Angel. There’s a lot to talk about, but it can all wait for later.”

Jacks took his gaze off Maddy long enough to see Kevin eye Mark coolly.

There was a light knock at the door. It opened, and Mitch stuck his head in.

“Are we interrupting?”

Jacks smiled.

“Come in, Mitch.”

“You’re awake, man!” Mitch beamed. He stepped into the room. Just behind him followed Gwen. They both carried cups of coffee from the hospital cafeteria.

“This is Maddy’s friend Gwen,” Mitch said.

Gwen came in, utterly Angelstruck. For a moment Jacks was worried she might actually faint.

“Hey, I’m Jacks,” Jacks said.

“I know,” Gwen said, blushing impossibly red. “I’m . . . Gwen.”

“Nice to meet you, Gwen.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Gwen said, then caught herself. “Er . . . from Maddy, I mean. I like your car, by the way.”

Mitch laughed and Gwen punched him playfully.

Then the door flew open again. This visitor, apparently, didn’t see the need to knock.

“Once I get done spinning this, they’re going to give you the Medal of Honor, Jackson,” Darcy said as she came in. As usual she had her head buried in her BlackBerry and was furiously typing something on the keypad. In her other hand she held a heavy-looking black garment bag. She glanced over at Maddy’s bed.

“Oh, good, you’re up too. I’ve got
Teen Vogue
and
Angels Weekly
in a bidding war over your fall fashion spread. We’re going with
Teen Vogue
, of course, but let’s let them sweat it out. And ANN wants your first televised interview, but we’re holding out for the
Today Show
, which, trust me, we’re going to get.”

She threw the garment bag over a chair in the corner. “And Free People was hoping you’d wear this when you leave the hospital. They didn’t know your style or sizes, so there are four options in the bag. Keep them all if you want.”

“What?” Maddy said weakly.

Darcy paused and for the first time looked up from her Berry. “Maddy, I’m the fiercest bitch in PR, I
always
get my clients what they want, and you’ll never look better in the public eye, or make more money, than with me. What do you say?” She stuck out her hand.

Dazed, Maddy just blinked.

Then Darcy’s Berry went off again.

“Hang on, babe,” she said, and picked up. Her brow drew together as she listened. “What? Forget it. If you think Maddy Montgomery is showing up for
that
appearance fee, then you’re wasting both our time.” She held up an apologetic finger to the room and stormed out the door.

Jacks smiled. He looked over at Maddy’s bewildered expression.

“Trust me, she won’t take no for an answer.”

Maddy swallowed and spoke in a surprisingly strong voice. “Please tell her thank you, but I don’t intend on doing interviews. Or talk shows.”

Jacks turned to Mark. “What happened to the demon?”

“The Dark Angel is gone.”

“How is that possible?” Jacks asked. Mark’s expression turned heavy.

“It has the soul it came for.”

“Ethan?” Maddy asked.

Mark was silent.

“Dark Angels—demons—have been kept at bay for thousands of years. Now that Ethan has done this . . .” He trailed off. Mark’s eyes were distant. “We can only hope this is the last time.”

“Mark?” Jacks asked. His stepfather’s gaze focused.

“Yes, son?”

“That night I took Maddy to the party—when you were in my room. What was on your jacket? It looked like . . . well, like blood.”

Mark was silent for a second, looking genuinely saddened. “I’m sorry to realize that you were suspicious of me,” he said at last, “but I suppose my conduct has been such that I deserve it. The truth is that the demon left Lance Crossman’s body in the NAS lobby for us to find that night. I’m ashamed to say that I hid it rather than informing Detective Sylvester. I thought we could handle finding the killer ourselves. Obviously, that wasn’t the case. David and I have spoken at length about it.”

Then the Archangel’s face lightened. “But don’t worry about any of that now. What’s important is that you two get better. I’ll leave you to it.”

Kris looked away from Mark as he stepped out into the hallway. Jacks wondered how long it would take for her, for both of them, to fully trust his stepfather again, despite whatever strings he had pulled at the NAS.

After a few more minutes of small talk Mitch and Gwen left to get more coffee, and Kris stepped out to make a call and check up on Chloe. Kevin, feeling awkward about being the only one in the room, excused himself to use the bathroom.

Maddy and Jacks lay on their sides, facing each other, and let the silence overtake them. Maddy gazed into Jacks’s pale blue eyes. Jacks looked right back.

“Thank you,” Jacks said finally.

“For what?” Maddy said.

“For saving my life.”

Maddy blushed slightly.

“You . . . do you remember what you did up there. You saved me?” Jacks said.

Maddy nodded.

“I know. That’s what we perversions of nature do, I guess.”

“Maddy, please.”

She rolled over onto her back, wincing a little, her eyes growing tired again.

“Well, I don’t care,” Jacks said.

“But everyone else does. I’ll always be a freak. Even if they say I’m ‘a bit more Angel’ than they thought.”

“Can you not be impossible just for one day?” Jacks asked.

Maddy laughed a little. “I’m too tired to argue anyway.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. Another silence drew out and Jacks watched her, still in happy disbelief that she was here, alive. Then he spoke.

“Was it true?” he said quietly.

“Was what true?” Maddy said, her eyes still closed.

“What you said on the rooftop. When Ethan was going to kill me.”

Jacks waited for her to respond. He waited until he heard her slow, steady breaths. He sighed.

She had fallen asleep again.

T
he ACPD credentials and authorizations got Detective Sylvester through every checkpoint he needed. A guard at the jail rode with the detective in the elevator, down to the maximum security level. The Tombs. The lift whirred. Sylvester merely stared forward, the ride passing in silence. The entire time the guard attempted to hold his hands still, but they wouldn’t stop shaking.

Eventually the guard drew his pistol.

“That won’t be necessary, Officer,” Sylvester said as calmly as he could.

He’d been expecting this. But that didn’t mean he was ready for it.

With a ding the elevator reached its destination. The door slid open, revealing chaos in the bowels of the jail. Prisoners screamed to be let out, banging anything they could against the inside of their cells. Begging. Two guards with drawn rifles stood on each side of the elevator, waiting for Sylvester. Droplets of sweat had formed on their foreheads.

“Right this way, sir,” one officer said shakily, leading him to the corridor on the right.

“Get me out of here!” a prisoner screamed as Sylvester passed. “For God’s sake let me out! You’re murderers to leave us in here!”

“They must have seen something,” the guard said, indicating the prisoners.

“I’m sure they did,” Sylvester said. He walked steadily, despite the stench of fear that hung in the air.

The solitary cells had small, thick windows looking out to the corridor.

“This is it,” the guard said. Sylvester stepped close to the steel door, drawing a deep and wary breath. His shoe stuck to the floor, leaving an imprint. Blood had seeped under the door.

The guard peered in the window quickly.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

The detective nodded.

The door opened with a squeak and a clang. The guards stood with their rifles at the ready. Sylvester stepped into the cell, followed by two of the guards.

His face remained calm, inscrutable, as he took in the sight.

Ethan’s body, or what was left of it, lay in the corner. The only recognizable feature was his face. Where his eyes had once been were two black, decomposed pits, larger than his eye sockets. The veins running away from his eyes had all turned black and gray. It was like looking into an abyss. The rest of his body looked like it had been turned inside out. As if he had been torn apart from inside. Gore covered the walls of the cell. Deep scratch marks had penetrated the concrete.

The demon had taken his payment.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” one of the guards said, collecting himself. He ran his sleeve across his mouth.

“I hoped I would never have to,” Sylvester said. He looked at Ethan’s gruesome remains for a few moments longer. “Thank you, Officers, that is all.” Turning on his heels, Sylvester exited the cell.