Stone Cold (14 page)

“You're still standing. That's what we're going to pay attention to.”

“My survival? Was that a problem?”

“No. Maybe. Hell, I don't know, Dash. Right now I have control over the magic inside me. I'll tell you if that changes. I don't want to hurt anyone.”

“That's good to hear,” he said. “So listen to me now. I don't want you hurt either. If you need help with that magic, if you need us to do something for you, or
to
you, tell us.”

“Sure,” I said. “I'll do that.” Not that anyone could do anything. Still, he seemed comforted by my words.

His phone rang and I motioned for him to step through the door. I followed as he answered the call. Didn't bother to lock the door behind me.

“Dashiell Spade,” he said.

Sunny and Cody stood by a black SUV that must be something Sunny rented. Sunny was glaring at me. Cody was finishing off his pudding and staring up at the trees that surrounded the driveway. I glanced up at the trees too.

Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips of branches. All the life sucked out of them. Not just the trees. All the plants, ferns, grasses, and brush were shriveled, brown, barren.

As if a month of winter had set down right here in my driveway and gone on a killing spree.

“Love what you've done with the landscape,” Cody said. “You could open a business, you know.”

“Who?” Dash said into the phone.

“The hell you talking about, Miller?” I asked Cody.

“Yard care. You're poison and weed whacker all in one. You can call it Death to All Shrubbery.”

Okay, yes. Cody and I had run together a lot when we were younger. Before his mind had been broken, he and I use to swindle, gamble, and generally pal around. I liked him. But he was getting on my nerves.

I pointed at my chest. “Not in a joking mood, mate. Not even a little bit.”

He ran the spoon across the bottom of the pudding cup, catching up the last dregs. “I think he's still alive, you know. Not that you asked me.”

“What?” I asked.

“Terric.” He looked up, those blue eyes of his giving me no clue how sane he was at the moment.

“How would you know?” I asked.

“Eleanor told me.”

That stopped me cold. “You can see her? Hear her? Now?”

He frowned. “Not now, no.”

“When?”

“She showed up in my bedroom telling me you were here and needed our help, which is when we knew something serious was wrong and came out to your place. I saw her when you woke up.”

He'd seen what I did to her. That I'd used her to live, that I'd tied her to me.

“Cody, I didn't want to hurt her,” I said.

“They're dead,” Dash said, thumbing off his phone.

“What?” I asked.

“Simone Latchly and Brian Welling.”

I knew those names. Soul Complements. They'd gone into hiding when we found out the government had suddenly gotten pissy about Soul Complements' ability to break magic.

“How?” Sunny asked.

Dash shook his head. “There was a bomb. They think there was a bomb. The villa they were staying in was demolished.”

“Any other deaths?” Sunny asked.

“No. Just Simone and Brian. It was magic that hit them. An Impact spell was seared into the rubble.”

We all stood there for a second. The only thing that could power a spell strong enough to take out two Soul Complements was another Soul Complement.

Or those spelled-up drones Eli and his boss, Krogher, had been making.

Son of a bitch.

This was it. This was the move we'd been waiting for them to make for months now.

And we weren't in any shape to shut them down.

“Let's go,” I said. “If we find Davy, we find Eli. And before I make Eli eat his own beating heart, we make him tell us where the hell Krogher is, and where his drones are going to hit next.”

Everyone was suddenly moving. I took the backseat because I knew I'd be useless as shotgun. Death twisted inside me, trying to get out, trying to slip my control, but I knuckled down on it.

If it slipped my control in a car full of my friends, I'd be well fed, and they'd be dead.

Sunny started the car.

Dash was next to me, already on his phone.

“We hit the warehouse first,” Sunny said.

“Yes,” I said. “Police, Hounds, and other officials will be crawling over the bomb scene, but I don't think Krogher or Davy or Eli is anywhere near it. The warehouse is the most solid lead we've had in months, right?”

“Yes,” Sunny said.

“Good,” I said. “Give me your phone, Miller.”

Cody tossed it back to me. I thumbed through his contact list, finally found the number I wanted, dialed.

“Cody?” Zay answered.

“No, it's Shame,” I said. “Things are about to get hot. You need to get Allie out of there. Somewhere safe. Somewhere off-grid where no one would expect you to be.”

“Where the hell have you been, Shame? We haven't heard from you.”

“I'll tell you later. You have to leave Portland. Go far away.”

“We aren't going anywhere.”

“Yes,” I said, “you are. Krogher's got the bombs up and running. Two Soul Complements just bit it. You're on his list, and it's a damn short list.”

“We
can't
go anywhere. Allie is in labor.”

“What?”

“She's having the baby, Shame.”

“No. That's a month away, isn't it?”

“It's right now. We were just headed to the hospital.”

“You can't.”

A hospital would be an easy target, an easy kill. It wouldn't take anything to get a person close enough to them to kill them. It wouldn't take anything to get a drone in to kill them.

There was a pause, then, “We'll call Dr. Fischer. We'll go somewhere safe. Where are you now?”

“I'm with Cody, Sunny, and Dash. We have a line on this—the warehouse—and are going to follow up. We'll be in touch. Just . . . look after her.”

“Nothing's going to hurt Allie or the baby,” Zay said in that soft voice that sort of made me want to take several steps backward.

“Good,” I said. “We'll let you know if we have any info.”

“Shame,” he said. “Is Terric with you?”

My heart tripped, stopped beating for a beat or two.

“No,” I said as evenly as I could. “He might be dead.”

His silence said more than words.

“And you?” he asked.

“Holding it together. Mostly.”

He knew it was a lie. He also knew I needed him to pretend it was the truth.

“Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Nothing important. We'll call. Just keep them safe, okay?”

“We're all going to be fine, Shame,” he said. “You're going to do what you have to do, and then you are going to come back and hold my kid in your arms while I tell you you're doing it wrong. You are going to survive this. Do we have an understanding?”

“Sure,” I said, “we have an understanding.”

I hung up and glanced at the phone in my hand. The glass was cracked, the case broken into tiny brittle bits. Then even the light on the screen went out.

I'd killed it. In under a minute flat. The Death magic inside me had drained down the electricity. And I hadn't noticed Death slipping past me.

Not good.

“How far to the warehouse?” I asked.

“About five hours,” Sunny said.

Great. Five hours of keeping the lid on Death. I closed my eyes, turned to the magic inside me, and concentrated on exactly two things: breathing and not giving Death magic an inch.

SHAME

Sunny made the drive in three hours.

Dash stayed on the phone almost that entire time, checking in with Clyde and half a dozen other people along the way. Sunny placed a few calls too, to make sure the Hounds were there to watch over Zay and Allie.

I didn't bother to tell her that if Eli was involved in the drones killing Soul Complements, the Hounds would never see him coming.

He had that tech device that opened up holes in space he could walk through.

Just as he'd walked through one into my damn kitchen.

And killed Terric.

Death magic kicked at that memory and I pushed the outer world away again. Just me and Death in the dark of my mind, and I was the only one of us with the key to the door.

It wouldn't hurt for the Hounds to stay with Zay and Allie. After all, anyone with a gun pointed in the right direction can squeeze the trigger and take out any magic user, including Eli.

“. . . awake?” Dash said.

I opened my eyes.

Dash was leaning in the door of the car. He shifted back just a bit but didn't take a step away.

Apparently we weren't driving anymore.

“Are we there yet?” I asked.

He nodded. “Right over the hill.”

I sat up, the upholstery beneath me crackling and crumbling to fall down around my feet. So much for Sunny's deposit on the car.

It was dusk now, the cloud cover already swallowing what little light remained of the day. We'd stopped on a gravel and dirt road that rambled off to the nowhere of fields and scrub brush horizons.

“Here.” Dash handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water. “Sunny's scouting. She'll be back in about three minutes. Cody's taking a leak.”

I took the bar, glanced at Eleanor, who was about six feet away from me, arms crossed over her chest.

“Eat,” Dash said. “I'm getting tired of telling you how horrible you look.”

I opened the bar, took a bite. “Tastes like crap.”

“Peanut butter,” he said. “It tastes like peanut butter.”

“My point stands. You hear anything from anyone?” I broke the seal on the water, drank. It wasn't enough. None of it was enough to sate my hunger.

“Nothing useful. We've contacted all the Soul Complements. They know the danger and are as prepared as they can be.”

“What about Allie?”

“Her contractions slowed. No baby yet.”

“Is that normal?”

He gave me a small smile. “I was assured it's okay.”

“Does that mean she won't have the baby for another few hours, or tomorrow, or what?”

“I don't know. This is life we're talking about. It's unpredictable. How are you holding up?”

“Swell, thanks.”

“Shame.”

I chewed on another hunk of crap, swallowed, and tossed the rest of the bar in the back of the car. I ducked up out of the door, stood by Davy, who leaned against the car and stared out across a field that ended at a hill and darkening sky. “I've got my thumb on Death's windpipe, but it isn't going to last forever. How long did you say Sunny would be gone?”

He glanced at his watch. “Should be back in a minute.”

“And she went alone.”

“She's the Hound, Shame.”

“She's a Blood magic user out for revenge for her lover being captured and tortured,” I said.

He nodded. “That too. Still a Hound.”

“See, what you may not remember, Spade, is that Sunny got into the Hounding business fairly recently. Before that, she was all about blood, blades, and blowing things up.”

“She won't go in there without us, Shame. Not without you.”

“Really? Reckless is in her job description. We go after her. Now.”

“We wait.”

The ground beneath my feet cracked, new spring grass dead brown, crumbling and flicking away in the wind. Dash noticed, because Dash is not a stupid man. He moved away from the car, moved away from me, his hands out to the side as if ready to draw a weapon on me.

I didn't move, because I'm not a stupid man either. Dash is fast on the draw, and while I hadn't thought to look, he probably had a gun on him. Or two. Or twelve.

“What about that windpipe?” he asked. “Are you really going to push this right now, Flynn?”

“Of course,” I said, wrestling to pull the Death magic back into my body and away from all the lovely living things. “Have I ever been the guy who followed orders?”

“You've always been dangerous,” he said. “And my friend. But right now I think you're just dangerous.”

“Then listen to the dangerous man,” I said. “I'm going out there to get Sunny before she gets shot. Don't care if you follow, and kind of hope you won't.”

“Shame, don't.”

“Or you'll shoot me?” I spread my hands and gave him a smile. “Knock yourself out, mate. Bullets don't punch my ticket.”

He took a breath, looked out over the hill, maybe hoping to see Sunny there. Nothing but empty sky.

I started walking. Got about thirty feet from the car.

“You walking out on me?” Sunny asked.

I turned. She was striding up the road toward me.

“Did you find Davy?” I asked.

She shook her head. “He has to be in there, though, Shame. It's heavily guarded and I can smell magic. I think they have an Illusion over it.”

“The drones?” I said.

“I'm guessing. The access road half a mile back will get us in the back door.”

I glanced at the SUV. Didn't think there was a single chance I could get in it again and keep Death magic from devouring my friends. “I'll meet you there,” I said.

Sunny stormed up the dirt road and grabbed my shirt with both hands. “I don't care what your problem is. I don't care that you
died
, Flynn. You owe me a favor. This is that favor. So shut up, stow your shit, and help me get Davy out of that hole. My way. Do you understand me?”

“You are so missing the point here. Death?” I swallowed. “It's all I can do to keep it under control. Keep it away from hurting you.”

She was so close, her heartbeat sent shivers of need across my skin. The exhalation of her breath against me made me dizzy with hunger. I wanted to drink her down, drink down her heat, her life. It was more than want. I needed it.

Thumb on the windpipe, Shame, thumb on the windpipe.
It was not much of a calming mantra, but it was, apparently, mine.

Blinding-hot pain shot through my shoulder.

“What the shit!” I stumbled backward as Sunny pulled her knife out of my shoulder.

“Do I have your attention now?” she asked with a tip of her head. “Or do I have to use your blood in a spell to slap some sense into your thick head?”

Blood magic users. Crazy bitches with blades.

“Stabbing?” I panted, trying to swallow back the magic that wanted to kill her. “Did you want my help, or did you want to piss me off? 'Cause stabbing me is only going to get you one of those things.”

“Shame . . . ,” Cody said.

“Shut up, Cody.” I put my palm over my shoulder to hold what remaining blood I had where it belonged. “You want me to be your weapon against Eli and everyone else who's hurt Davy, fine. But if you so much as scratch me again, Sunny, I will walk, and you will be lucky to still be alive.”

“Shame . . . ,” Cody said again.

“You don't get this, do you?” she said. “I
own
you, Flynn. For this, I own you. And I don't care what you say about the magic in you.”

“I'm the only thing standing between you and an early grave,” I said. “I'm on your side, you crazy fool.”

“That's it,” she warned.

“Hurry,” Dash yelled, jogging our way. Where had he gone? “Cars are coming.”

Cody sighed. “That's what I was trying to—”

“Get in,” Dash said. “Now!”

Neither Sunny nor I moved. We were just stubborn that way.

And then Cody and Dash were there, shoving Sunny and me into the car, which meant we ended up in the backseat together while Cody took shotgun and Dash slid into the driver's seat and peeled out, taking the road at speed.

“Access road,” Sunny said. “South.”

“I heard you,” Dash replied. “Cody, you know anything else we don't know?”

“I think Shame's losing control, and if we want him to be conscious and . . . well . . . human by the time we hit the warehouse, you'll want to drive faster.”

“Hey,” I said. “Give the stabbed guy some credit.” But my heart was stuttering, no longer quite in working order, and my lungs had gone to hell. I needed to kill. Needed life. Needed to feed the death inside me before it killed me.

Or let it kill me and not have to pay back that favor I never should have promised Sunny.

The rope around Eleanor's throat had tightened and shortened. She was sitting so close to me we'd be touching if she wasn't pulling against the rope as hard as she could.

If we got too close, would I drain her the rest of the way down? Would I kill her? Again?

“Just get me to the warehouse,” I said, or thought I said. From the speed of things whipping past the car to the conversation around me that sounded as if it were underwater, I was pretty sure I wasn't on reality's frequency.

Eleanor shoved her cold, cold hand into my head, right through skin, bone, and meat, and wiggled her fingers in my skull.

And for a second, all the world went silent.

There was no sound, no motion, no pain. No Death magic hunger. I drifted, just outside my body.

Took me a minute, but I finally realized Eleanor was talking to me. . . .
kill me, then you'd better make it worth it. Get a grip on the magic inside you. It's the only way you're going to save them all. Kill them all. Find him and use it with him.

“Him? Davy?” She was talking faster than I was thinking.

Terric. He's not—

“Shame!” A palm hit my face, hard.

Okay, so basically things were not going well in Shameland. I was being chewed out by a ghost I'd enslaved and slapped by . . . I opened my eyes . . . my gay ex-assistant, who, come to find out, had a decent right cross.

We must have stopped for a change of drivers.

“Dash,” I wheezed. “You hit me again, I will drink you down to sixty-two.”

He frowned. “What does that even mean? Keep breathing. We're about half an hour away.”

How much time had I lost? “Warehouse?” I asked.

“Hospital. You're a mess.”

Rolling me up to a hospital would be like sitting a starving man down to a smorgasbord.

“Stop the car,” I said. “Stop it. Now.”

Dash glanced up and I did a recalculation on the entire situation. Still nightish, still in the SUV. Sunny driving. Cody next to her. Dash risking his fool life to try to keep me alive.

“I'm better,” I said. Whatever Eleanor had done to my head had at least restored my ability to lie. And to think. And to hold down Death magic. For now.

“I won't fight you,” I said. “I don't need a hospital. They wouldn't know what to do with me anyway.”

“That's true,” Cody said. “They only treat the living. Dash, we're only about twenty minutes from the warehouse. We should take our shot while we can.”

“Shame,” Dash said. “We're not going in there unless we have proof Davy's there. Can you feel his life?”

It wasn't a bad idea to ask me that. I could tell how many heartbeats were within a ten-mile radius, and Davy's heartbeat was one of the more unusual ones on the planet since Eli had carved him up with magic a few years ago.

Only problem was that I had crap for control. If I used it, if I tapped Death magic, it was pretty good odds I'd kill my friends and all the living souls within a mile.

“Get me close to the warehouse and I'll try,” I said.

Sunny gunned the engine, and time slipped by, measured by my slow breaths and ragged heartbeats. Dash kept looking over at me with that face that said he was sure I'd be dead between one breath and the next.

I winked at him and he sighed. “This isn't the time to be flirting.”

“I'm not,” I said. I was going to tell him I knew that I was close to being dead or undead or whatever it was a Death magic user turned into when he lost control. “But you all will need to get clear of me real soon now.”

Before I became a monster
.
Just like Jingo Jingo. A monster that sucked the lives out of people and chained up their souls for a bedtime snack.

Yeah. That.

Fifteen minutes crawled by. The car stopped and Sunny was out the door. Pretty sure I heard a shotgun rack a round. That'd be Sunny all right.

Cody turned in his seat. “Be careful how you look for him, Shame. Be careful what you see. You might not like what you find.”

Well, that was unhelpful. I held my hand out for Dash. He helped me sit and left me there as he went around the car to open my door for me.

I thought I had my feet, but I didn't argue when his hand under my elbow steadied me as I stood.

The thing Eleanor had done helped, yes. But I was so far from steady, it was hilarious.

The clouds had given some ground, stars taking the stage to shine up the place. I tipped my head up and wasted a precious second or two staring into the eternal nothingness.

I should have stayed dead. It would have been kinder to . . . well, everyone.

“Shame?” Dash asked.

“I got it.” I leaned my hip against the car and closed my eyes. “Might want to step off a bit, though,” I said to him. “You too, Cody. And Sunny. My control is crap.” I waited until I heard footsteps in gravel moving away. Then I waited until their three heartbeats were at least twenty feet off. Not far enough—a mile wouldn't be enough for them to be out of my blast zone. But at least they weren't in arm's reach. I'd be able to look for Davy's heartbeat and pay no attention to theirs.