Master of the Shadows (10 page)

“No, it is not necessary.”

“You need blood—”

“I never feed on mortals.”

Reese cringed. “You can’t be using the blood of animals; it would have made you a changeling. What other…” She gave Rebecca a startled look. “Sylas feeds you. After he hunts.”

“Keep your voice down.” Rebecca glanced back at the small window between the cab and the back of the truck. “I cannot hunt, not with my talent, so Sylas looks after my needs.”

“The only ones who feed from other Kyn are…” Suddenly Reese understood a great deal about the chatelaine. “That’s why you never leave Rosethorn. Why Sylas doesn’t want anyone touching you. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yes.” Pale eyes closed. “That is why.”

Cold dread filled Reese. “Just how powerful is your talent, Rebecca?”

“I have it under control; that is all that matters.” She glanced back at the window. “None of my ladies know of this, Reese. Please do not tell them. It will only frighten them.”

As she came up on the exit to Marietta, Reese slowed. “There’s a truck stop at the end of this ramp. I need to use the phone and contact the suzerain. Will you be okay if I stop for a few minutes?”

“Yes, of course.” Rebecca wrapped her arms around her waist and fell silent.

Reese parked the truck between two tractor trailers, and walked across the lot to a pay phone. It wasn’t until she lifted the receiver that she realized she had no coins with her, and dialed the number collect.

Her father accepted the charges, his voice frantic as he said, “You are not at Rosethorn. Do you have the book?”

“No, Father.” Shame gnawed at her. “The stronghold was attacked by another group of Kyn. Lord Locksley did not return to the estate before they neutralized the guards and took over the house.”

“Locksley has gone to Rome after Guisbourne,” he said, his voice dull. “He must have taken the book with him, then.”

“I do not think he would risk taking it out of the country,” Reese said. “He would have left it behind with Will for safekeeping.”

“Find Scarlet,” her father ordered. “At once.”

Now she had to admit to the rest of her failure. “There are some women who escaped the estate with me,” she said. “They are sitting in the back of a lorry, waiting for me to deliver them to safety.”

“Are they mortals?” When she didn’t answer, her father said, “I thought not. Leave them there.”

“Not one of them can drive,” she argued. “It will be dawn soon. Father, please. I need only an hour to take them to their sanctuary house.”

“Save them, my child, and you condemn the world.”

Reese pressed her forehead against the edge of the pay phone’s stand. “Do not ask this of me.”

His voice became a whip. “I am not asking.”

“Very well.” She hung up the phone and stood for a moment, looking at the vehicles around her. She would have to leave the truck with them, but she saw no cars parked anywhere. She was about to walk to the diner to beg a ride from one of the men inside when Rebecca caught her arm.

“Where are you going?”

Reese thought fast. “Lord Locksley has gone to Rome after an old enemy. I am needed in Atlanta at once.”

“You are needed here.” Rebecca shook her arm. “My ladies and I cannot go on foot. The sunrise is but an hour away. Reese, do you hear me?”

“Stay in the back of the truck,” she said desperately. “I’ll send someone to get you. I have to do this. It’s a matter of life and death.”

“Wait.” Rebecca looked at a man walking past them, and stepped into his path. The scent of clover rolled out from her as she smiled at him. “I need you to drive a truck to Marietta, to this address.” She told him the house and street number. “Do you know where it is?”

“Sure, honey. My cousin Walker lives in that part of town.” He grinned and wiped his hand under his nose. “Where’s the truck?”

“Over there.” Rebecca held out her hand. “Give me the keys, Reese.”

Reese handed them to her, and Rebecca gave them to the trucker, but didn’t follow him as he strolled toward the truck.

“You have to go with him,” Reese said.

“I can’t be near a mortal who has no resistance,” Rebecca told her. “He will succumb and run the vehicle off the road. I am coming with you.”

Reese shook her head. “You could stay in the back of the truck, away from him.”

“It would not make a difference now. Besides that, I have to speak to Will. There is one who can take us.” Rebecca limped toward a trucker who had left the diner and was headed for one of the tractor trailers.

Reese caught up with her. “You could make this one crash his truck just as easily.”

“I will get into the back. The cargo area is sealed.” She took the pouch from the pocket of her skirt and removed a handful of bills from it, which she placed in Reese’s hand. “Use this to hire him.”

Saetta recalled his lieutenants to the main hall, where they delivered their reports. The interior guard, along with the courtyard and perimeter patrols, had been taken and imprisoned in the tunnels beneath the stronghold. The mortals they had found among the unconscious Kyn had been separated and placed under close guard. Their scouts kept watch for any approaching attackers, but none so far had appeared.

Not all the news was good. His men had failed to recover the female Kyn who had escaped from the hall during the initial attack. Two guards escorting a female mortal had been discovered unconscious; both had been drugged with their own darts. The body of a third guard, found floating facedown in the water of an enormous bath, had also been found.

Saetta had hoped to take Rosethorn without any deaths. “How was he killed?”

“I cannot say,
maréchal
. He bled out into the water, but we found no wounds on his body.” The man crossed himself and then made a much older gesture intended to ward off the evil eye.

Saetta knew the women had likely escaped through an underground passage, but he ordered the stronghold to be searched again to be sure they had not concealed themselves somewhere in the house. “What of Sylas, the castellan?”

The men glanced at one another. “We found him in his rooms,
maréchal
. He lay upon the floor, and we could not rouse him.”

“Then he is drugged like the others.”

“We found no darts on him.” The guard looked unhappy. “His heart is still, his skin is cold, and he does not breathe.”

Saetta knew some of their kind could flee their bodies and take refuge in the dreamlands, where the Kyn briefly went sometimes when they rested. There, too, they became trapped when in thrall, a state brought on by feeding on a be spelled human until they were drained of blood. But had Sylas fallen into thrall, he would have had a dying human with him, and his body would have been warmed by the blood he had taken. “Carry him down here to the hall and post guards by him. Have you secured the stores?”

“We found their cold room,” one lieutenant admitted, “but one of them got to it first. The bags were slashed, and the pooled blood that leaked from them was strewn with copper coins.”

“Deliberately tainted.” That effectively rendered the blood worthless to them. “We will have to begin using the mortals tomorrow. Set up—”

A hoarse scream echoed through the hall, followed by shouts for help. Saetta drew his sword and led his lieutenants to the source in the passage outside.

Three guards stood, backs toward one another other, their blades drawn. Their eyes darted around them as they turned, searching for something.

Saetta looked as well, but saw nothing. “What are you about?”

“It attacked Isidro,” one of the guards said. “It came out of the wall and took him.”

“What came out?”

“A demon.” The guard stabbed at the shadows. “A demon made of smoke.”

Saetta’s heel slid on something wet, and he glanced down at a pistol, a sword, and a pile of garments in a pool of blood. He lifted the garments and found a pair of scarred boots.

“Those belong to Isidro,” one of his lieutenants said.

“A man does not disappear and leave behind his clothes. It is a trick.” Saetta dropped the garments and went to the wall, running his hand along the stone, feeling for a seam. He found nothing to indicate a hidden passage, but the stone itself was so cold it felt icy. “Search the passages. Find him.”

“What of the demon,
maréchal
?” one of the guards asked.

“There are no such things,” he said.

“We saw it,” another of the guards insisted. “It was not a man. It had no face or body. It was made of black smoke.”

“Whatever demon you encountered is but a Kyn using talent.” He turned to his second. “Bring one of the English up from the tunnels for questioning. I will know who this ‘smoke demon’ is, and what he can do.”

“Reese,” the trucker said as he drove down the highway. “Ain’t that the same name of that gal what played in that dumb-blonde movie?”

“I don’t know.” She rubbed her tired eyes.

“Yeah, you know, she always dressed in piank ’n’ carried around one them li’l dogs. Had a sweet li’l ass on her.” He shifted the wad of tobacco from one cheek to the other, and lifted the Coke bottle he kept tucked between his thighs to spit a stream of brown liquid into it. When he caught her watching, he winked. “Gotta say, I’m an ass man.”

Reese stared at the road sign they were approaching. Fifteen miles to Atlanta. She could tolerate the ass man for fifteen more minutes.

The trucker continued talking, giving her a rambling synopsis of the movie and his estimation of the star’s sexual talents based on her body type, demeanor, and mouth size.

Reese ignored him and stared through the bug-smeared windshield at the dark road ahead. She played out several scenarios in her head, rehearsing what she would say to Will and how she would use Rebecca to keep him occupied long enough for her to retrieve the book.

“Hey.” A flannel-covered elbow prodded her. “You ain’t heard a word I said, have ya?”

She offered him a meaningless smile. “I’m sorry. I’m a little tired.” She frowned as she realized the truck had stopped in a dimly lit rest area. “Where are we?”

“Need to take a piss.” He leered at her. “Wanna come hold it for me?”

“No, thank you.”

“Suit yerself.” He removed the keys from the ignition and climbed down out of the cab.

Reese watched him stroll to the restroom before she climbed out and went around to the back of the truck. Rebecca opened the door as soon as she rapped on it.

“Why have we stopped?”

“The driver needed to use the bathroom.” As Rebecca’s scent rolled over her, she stepped back. “We’ll be in the city in a few minutes. Be ready to get out the next time we stop.”

“Here, now,” the trucker said, stepping around the side. “You paid me to take you to Atlanta, honey. You didn’t say nothing about sneaking your friend in the back. And I know you can read.” He jerked a thumb at one of his bumper stickers, which read,
No Free Rides.

Rebecca jumped down and started toward him, but Reese held out her hand. “Wait, please.” She turned to the driver. “I gave you six hundred dollars to make the drive. That should be adequate.”

“For you, sure. Not for her.”

Reese held on to her temper. “Then I’ll get more money for you when we reach the city.”

“I heard that before, honey. But I think we can work something out.” He stroked the whisker stubble on his chin as he looked both of them over. “Tell you what, I’ll take it in trade.”

“Trade for what?” Rebecca demanded.

The trucker ignored her and took hold of Reese’s arm. “You come on in the back with me now. Got me a nice li’l bunk in there.” He pulled her toward the front cab.

She wrenched free. “I am not having sex with you.”

“Then you can walk the rest of the way.” He spit tobacco juice on the ground between them. “Makes no never mind to me.” He glanced behind her. “Might be a bit rough on your girlfriend, there, though.”

Reese heard Rebecca’s dragging steps coming closer. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Shit. You bitches think you can get anything you want just by twitching your ass under a man’s nose.” He grabbed Reese by the hair. “Come on. You do right by me, honey, and maybe I’ll be too tired to screw the gimp.”

The air filled with burning clover, and a hand shot past Reese’s face and clamped around the trucker’s neck.

“Release her.”

The trucker’s eyes bulged, and he let go of Reese’s hair to pry at Rebecca’s hand, but she kept her hold and backed him up against the truck. He began choking, making thick, liquid sounds.

“Rebecca, stop.” Reese tried to go to her but cried out and pressed her hands to her head as something stabbed into her ears. “Don’t kill him.”

The unconscious driver slid to the ground, and Rebecca crouched over him, intent. “He is a pig.”

“You’re not.”

Rebecca looked down at the trucker’s face, and then slowly moved away. The smell of clover became thinner. She turned her head as Reese took a step toward her. “Stay where you are.”

Reese saw blood streaming from the trucker’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. As the pain in her ears vanished, she pulled her hands away, and saw red stains on her palms. “This is your talent?”

Rebecca uttered a laugh like a wail. “My curse, you mean. Yes.” She met Reese’s gaze levelly. “This is what I do. This is my power over the living world. I make it bleed.”

“The living world? You mean—”

“Mortals. Kyn. Animals.” Her shoulders hunched. “Anything with blood in its veins.”

“But you said you can control it.”

“When I am at Rosethorn, with Sylas, among our friends, yes, I can.” Rebecca looked down at the trucker. “When I am away from him, alone and angry…”

“Then you need to calm down,” Reese said carefully.

Slowly Rebecca moved away from him, her movements lurching and painful to watch. She hesitated, removing the copper dagger from her girdle and turning it over to offer the hilt to Reese.

“I don’t need this.”

“Take it,” Rebecca told her. “If I lose control, I will do whatever I must to return to Sylas. I will kill anything that stands between me and my lord. Should it come to that, you know what you must do.”

Reese considered arguing with her, but the horizon was brightening and they were both exhausted. She put the dagger in her bag before she offered Rebecca her arm. “Lean on me, and I’ll help you to the cab.”

“You have too little regard for your own safety.” Rebecca placed a hand on her shoulder, but glanced back. “He is not dead, or even badly hurt. When he wakes, he will report us to the authorities.”

“We’ll be in the city by then.” Reese led her over to the truck’s cab, and helped her up inside. “Go into the back of the cab; there aren’t any windows so the sun won’t bother you there. Try to get some sleep.” She went around the cab, climbed up behind the wheel, and, remembering what she’d seen the driver do, started the engine.

Rebecca emerged from the back a moment later. “That mortal has not been sleeping in there. It reeks of body fluids.” She pulled the passenger’s seat belt over her torso and clipped it in place.

Reese eyed her. “Would you rather go in the trailer? You have to get some rest.”

“No. I cannot settle myself, not in this state.” She put her head back and closed her eyes against the light from the rising sun. “Keep the windows open and the air cooler set on high, and talk to me, please.”

Reese took a moment to remember everything she had watched the trucker do when they had left the diner, and then carefully imitated his actions as she put the truck in gear, checked the side mirrors, and pulled back out onto the highway. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to parallel park this monster. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything. Tell me about your home.”

“There’s not a lot to tell,” Reese said. “I live with my father in the city. Our house is nothing like Rosethorn, but it’s nice, and the neighborhood where we are is quiet. When I’m there I work with him in the garden. He still grows his own vegetables and flowers.”

“He is…retired?”

“For the most part.” Reese felt a kind of distant wonder at how easily she could lie about Ennis. Maybe she could because the truth about him—about them—was so unbelievable. “He does some work from home. He’s also a book collector, so he’s always going to auctions and estate sales, and looking for little out-of-the-way shops.”

“I love to read. I taught Sylas how, our second year together.” Rebecca looked at the empty road ahead of them. “He never learned as a boy, but then, few did in our time. He was so proud that he insisted on reading the Holy Scriptures to me, from start to finish.”

“All in one night?”

“No, thank heaven,” Rebecca said. “It took him the better part of a year. Then there came the questions. Who was Cain’s wife? How could Noah and his small family repopulate the world after the flood by themselves? If the torment of man was Satan’s work, then why would God do the same to Job?” She made a helpless gesture. “I thought for a time he would drive me mad. Soon after, happily, he took to reading the Greeks.”

The heaviness of Rebecca’s scent had retreated, Reese noticed, and she seemed much calmer. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired now.” The chatelaine squinted against the sunlight. “Is it much farther?”

Reese saw the Atlanta skyline ahead of them. “We’re almost there.”

She drove directly to the Armstrong building, parking the stolen truck in the back by the loading platform. As soon as she got out of the cab, a man came out of the receiving office and called to her.

“Ma’am, this is a private building,” he said. “You can’t park that here.”

Her eyes went to the signet ring on his right hand, which had onyx and ivory stones engraved with a cameo of Robin of Locksley’s profile. “I am
tresori
,” she told the man, and showed him the cameo tattoo on the inside of her wrist. “There is a Kyn female with me. We have to see Will Scarlet at once.”

“He is not here, sister,” the man told her. “He left at dawn for Rosethorn.”

“What?” Reese felt as if she’d been slapped. “Why? He cannot lay siege to the stronghold by himself.”

“He won’t be alone, sister,” the
tresora
said. “Before he left, the seneschal summoned the suzerain from the south. They are bringing two hundred of their best, and will join him there by nightfall.”

Reese glanced back at the truck and saw through the windshield that Rebecca had fallen asleep. If Will had left the book behind, she could retrieve it now and be done with this. If he had taken it with him, she would have to return to the stronghold.

“I have to go up to the penthouse to look for something I might have left there,” she told the
tresora
. “Will you watch over the lady while I am gone?”