Incubus (43 page)

we left.”

“Braedyn, I don’t want you anywhere near that mission.”

“Dad,” I countered. “This is my fault. I don’t have a choice.” I lowered the phone, ready to end the

call.

“Braedyn!” Dad shouted into the phone, as though he could sense my finger hovering over the

“end call” button. “
Braedyn!
”

Reluctantly, I raised the phone back up. “I’m here.”

“Don’t do anything foolish. Just wait for me. I’m coming to you right now.”

I heard the line go dead. After a moment, I shoved my phone back in my pocket. More silence.

Lucas kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.

“I’ll never be able to make it right,” I said. “What I did to you. I know that. But I want you to

know,” I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I regretted it the instant it happened.”

Lucas didn’t even blink. “Lucas?” No response. I bit my lip, letting my eyes fall to my hands in my

lap. After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

“It didn’t
happen.
”

I looked up, hope leaping into my heart. But Lucas’s face was stony. “I—I don’t understand,” I

said.

“It didn’t
happen
,” he repeated. “
Accidents
happen. This was deliberate. This was you, going into

my mind and taking a secret you knew I didn’t want to give. And then you clawed the memory out of

my mind. Along with everything I’d studied for that history test, and God only knows what else.”

His words bore into my heart, unleashing an unexpected wave of pain. “You—you think I took—?”

I stopped, suddenly sick.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t
know
what you took. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

I shook my head helplessly. “I wasn’t trying to hurt—”

He suddenly hit the steering wheel, so hard I jumped in my seat. “You screwed with my
mind,

Braedyn. How can you sit there and say you weren’t trying to hurt me?”

Of course he was right.

“You know, we probably shouldn’t talk about this,” Lucas said. “I just want to stay focused on

stopping this thing from happening.”

“Okay,” I said. Silence filled the car once more. I kept my eyes focused on the road ahead. Lucas’s

words settled in my stomach like a lead weight. The small hope I’d nourished—that he might forgive

me someday for this transgression—guttered and went out.

“Someone’s following us.” His voice cut across my thoughts.

“What?” I glanced at Lucas. He was scanning something in the rearview mirror.

“They’ve been on our tail since town. I thought they might just be traveling through the pass, but

they missed the last turn off. The only thing up here is the summer campsites and the mission. So

either they really like sleeping in the snow, or they’re heading the same place we are.”

I turned to stare out the back window at the car behind us. One of the front headlights was

drooping to the left, evidence of a bad repair after a fender bender. I knew that car. It belonged to Mrs.

Ang.

“It’s Cassie,” I whispered, a new fear clutching my stomach.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Lucas shook his head, but whatever he was thinking, he kept it to himself.

“How far to the turn off?” I asked.

“We’re here.” Lucas slowed and gave me a look. “Suggestions?”

“We can’t stop,” I said. “The moon’s going to rise any minute now.”

“If Cassie follows us—” He slowed even farther as the turn off leading to the mission came into

view. “She’s not prepared for what might be waiting for us up there.”

He was right. Cassie had no idea that Lilitu existed. She’d be incapable of defending herself from

an attack, and if Lucas and I had to fight the incubus inside, we might not have the luxury of offering

her protection. She’d be walking into a life-threatening situation, completely oblivious to the danger

she was in. I glanced at the crest of the mountain. It was just barely edged with silver. The moon was

rising behind it, and as soon as it crested the mountain, the ritual would be complete. We were out of

time.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. My voice sounded hollow in my ears.

“It really sucks being your friend,” Lucas said quietly. He pulled onto the dirt road. In moments,

we were driving up the foothills toward the mission. Lucas hit the high beams, illuminating the desert

far ahead into the night. As we came around the final turn, the headlights fell on the mission.

“Turn them off,” I said.

Lucas did as I asked without comment. Flickering light emanated from the mission.

“Someone’s inside.” I breathed. Adrenaline shot through my system, leaving a bitter taste on the

back of my tongue. Some part of me had held onto the hope that we’d arrive to find the mission

deserted. No such luck.

Lucas pulled the car over at the edge of the parking lot, killing the engine. It was unlikely whoever

was inside had heard us. The doors were closed, and those old mission walls were thick adobe. But

they might have seen our headlights. Which meant they might know we were coming.

“How do you want to do this?” Lucas asked.

“I’m going in. You keep Cassie from following.” I leaned over and pulled my school bag from

under my seat. I reached a hand inside and withdrew my daggers.

“Not to state the obvious or anything,” Lucas said. “But you do realize there’s probably an incubus

in there. We don’t even know if those daggers work on them.”

“Careful, Lucas,” I said, opening my door. “You’re going to give me the impression that you

care.” I got out of the car and walked toward the mission. I didn’t look back.

Chapter 18

A minuscule fleck of ice left a tiny kiss on my cheek. I looked up. It would be a stretch to say it was

snowing. Tiny ice crystals must have blown in from an approaching storm. They were so light that

even a wave of my hand could disturb their plummet to the ground. They vanished as soon as they met

the desert floor.

I heard Cassie’s car approaching. Wheels crunched through gravel as she drove into the parking

lot. Headlights swept past my feet, sending my shadow stretching toward the mission. I didn’t turn

back. Lucas would deal with Cassie. I had a job to do.

My eyes cut back to the mountain. Silver light outlined the ridge against the black sky, but the

rising moon hadn’t breached the crest. Yet. There wasn’t much time left.

I reached the mission’s massive doors. I grabbed hold of the ancient brass loop serving as the

door’s handle with my good hand and pulled. The door didn’t budge. Surprised, I took the ring with

both of my hands and squared my shoulders to the door. This time I pulled hard, throwing everything

into the effort. The door creaked softly, but did not open. It was locked. Only, I knew this door did not

have a lock. Not the kind you could open with a key. Someone must have set the massive timber

across the doors from inside.

“... between me and Braedyn!” Cassie’s voice cut through the night. I spun around, my nerves

frayed. Lucas called softly to Cassie, grabbing her arm. She pulled out of his grip and walked away

from him. She was making a beeline straight for me. Lucas saw me watching and threw his hands up

in a gesture that said, “what do you want me to do?”

I tucked my daggers through the back of my belt, then rushed forward to intercept Cassie before

she got any closer to the mission. “What are you doing here?” I whispered. “You’re supposed to be

waiting at my house with Seth.”

Cassie eyed the mission behind me. “So this is the big emergency? You just had to come visit

some obscure tourist attraction in the middle of the night?”

“Cassie, you shouldn’t be here.” I tried to nudge her back toward her car.

Cassie ignored the urgency in my voice and crossed her arms, looking mutinous. “I’m tired of

being stuck in your shadow.” This was so far out of left field I could only stare at Cassie. “You think

I’m blind?” she asked. “I’ve seen how everyone looks at you. Lucas. Seth. Even Parker was obsessed

with you first. But Mr. Hart?” Her eyes tightened with pain.

Lucas joined us, glancing at the crest. “Braedyn, should you really be doing this right now?”

“I know,” I hissed, turning to him. “But the door is locked.”

Lucas gave me a piercing look, then passed us, running for the door.

“Go home, Cassie.” I turned and followed him.

“Hey,” Cassie protested.

Lucas and I reached the door. He tried to pull it open.

“I told you,” I said grimly.

Cassie grabbed my shoulder, trying to force me to look at her. “He was a decent man until you

sunk your claws into him!”

“What is wrong with you, Cassie?” I spun on her, snapping. “You
know
me. Do you really believe

I’d do something like that?”

“I really believe,” Cassie hissed. I stared at her, at a loss for words.

“Wait a minute.” Lucas’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Cassie and turned her to face him. “Cassie,

look at me for a sec.”

“And you,” Cassie spat. “You’re always defending her—”

Lucas slapped Cassie across the face, hard. Cassie staggered back, clutching her cheek.

“Lucas!” I spun on him. But he was watching Cassie, unsettled. Something about his expression

sent a shiver chasing over my skin.

“She’s been enthralled,” he said.

“How—?” I started.

“Unless she’s into girls, how do you think?” Lucas looked grim. Cassie rubbed at her face. She

seemed to be coming back to her senses.

“The incubus?” My mouth went dry. “But we only left her 20 minutes ago.” Another realization

struck me then, stabbing fingers of ice into my heart. “Lucas, Seth was with her.” Lucas read my

anxiety and turned back to Cassie.

“Where’s Seth?” he asked. Cassie didn’t answer. Lucas took her by the shoulders and shook her

roughly. Cassie’s eyes slid to his face, frightened. “Cassie, where’s Seth?” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not sure what—” She looked around, confused. “What’s

happening?”

I heard it then, a faint sound from behind the wooden doors. I grabbed Lucas’s arm. “Listen.” We

pushed closer to the door, straining to catch the sound again. Cassie hung back, curling hands around

her arms. She looked shell-shocked, lost. But I was focused on the door, and the sound I’d thought I’d

heard coming from behind the thick panels of oak.

“Braedyn?” It was Seth, his voice hoarse with tension. “Braedyn, is that you?” He must have been

whispering through the seam between the doors.

“We’re here,” I whispered back, kneeling to press my eye to the crack of the door. I could make

out Seth, sprawled on the floor, arms bent behind his back.

“You have to get me out of here,” Seth moaned.

“Are you hurt?” I asked.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Seth said. I saw him struggling on the floor. “But I can’t move. I’m tied

up.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. One minute I’m talking to Cassie, the next minute—It’s him, Braedyn. I don’t

know how but he found us.” Panic threaded through Seth’s voice. “Cassie. Braedyn, I think he got to

Cassie.”

“She’s okay,” I said. I glanced at Lucas and he nodded.

“She was enthralled,” Lucas murmured through the door. “But there’s no permanent damage.”

Seth made a throaty sound that was half-whimper, half-sob.

Lucas glanced at me, tense. “Seth... how did you guys get here before us?”

“He—” Seth’s throat seemed to tighten. Each word was a struggle. “We were in the kitchen. Then

we weren’t.”

“The dream.” I looked at Lucas, feeling a chill spread over my shoulders. “He must have stepped

through the dream and pulled Seth with him.” Lucas nodded, his expression stony. It took more than

typical Lilitu power to use the dream space to create a bridge from one physical place to another. It

meant the incubus was strong. Very strong.

“Get me out of here,” Seth pleaded. “Open the door.”

“We can’t,” I said. “It’s barred from the inside.”

Seth slumped against the floor, suddenly petrified. “You—you should go,” he whispered. “Before

the seal opens. Run.”

“Don’t,” I said. “Seth, just—hang tight. We’re coming.”

I stood and faced Lucas. Lucas nodded once; he wasn’t leaving either. “The secret door?” he asked.

He didn’t need my response. It was the only option.

“Cassie, go back to your car,” I said. I didn’t stand around to see if she obeyed. We raced around

the side of the mission to the place where the secret door should be. Only we couldn’t find it. We

wasted minute after precious minute looking for it.

Finally, Lucas shook his head. “We’re running out of time.”

I glanced at the crest. That line of silver edging the mountain ridge was bright, heralding the

coming moonrise. I looked back at the mission and bit my lip, thinking. It was a solid building, much

more of a fortress than I’d ever considered before. The high garden wall, maybe 10 feet tall, skirted

the back of the mission. The walls were sheer cliffs of stucco, with no available hand or foot holds