Wings Free with Bonus Material (20 page)

DAVID’S CIVIC ROLLED SLOWLY INTO THE SEA CLIFF
cul-de-sac. “It’s that one down at the end,” Laurel said, pointing.

“Let’s stop here, then,” Tamani said.

David pulled the car onto the curb and the three sat looking at the large house. In the early morning light, they could now tell it had once been gray. Laurel studied the splintery curved trim on the eaves and the embellished window frames and tried to envision the beautiful home it must have been a hundred years ago. How long had it belonged to the trolls? She shivered, wondering if they’d bought the house or simply slaughtered the family and taken possession. At the moment, the latter seemed much more likely.

Tamani was pulling a belt from his pack and checking its little pockets. He handed her a leathery strap that held a small knife. “Just in case,” he said.

The knife felt heavy in her hand, and for a few seconds she just stared at it.

“It goes around your waist,” Tamani prompted.

Laurel shot him a glare but pulled the strap around her middle and buckled it.

“Ready?” Tamani asked. His face was serious now. The strands of hair hanging over his forehead cast long shadows that looked like stripes across his eyes. His brows were furrowed in concentration and a small crease stood out on his forehead, marring what could have been an advertisement featuring a brooding male model.

“Ready,” she whispered.

Tamani stepped out of the backseat and closed the door very softly. Laurel unbuckled her seatbelt and felt David’s hand on her shoulder. His eyes darted momentarily to Tamani when she looked up at him. “Don’t go,” he whispered fiercely.

She squeezed his hand. “I have to. I can’t let him go alone.”

David set his jaw and nodded grimly. “Come back,” he ordered.

Laurel couldn’t get her mouth to form the words, but she nodded and pushed her door open. Tamani stuck his head down and looked at David. “In about ten minutes, go ahead and pull up a little closer. If anyone in that house doesn’t know we’re there by that time, it’s because we’re dead.”

David swallowed.

“Keep a very careful watch. If one of them comes to get you in the car, drive away—if they can reach you, it’s too late for us. Drive to the land and tell Shar.”

Laurel didn’t like that part.

Tamani hesitated. “I’m sorry I can’t let you do more,” he said, his tone sincere. “Truly I am.” He closed the door, took Laurel’s hand, and walked toward the house without looking back.

Laurel looked over her shoulder and stared at David for a long time before turning around.

They made their way around the sprawling house in much the same way David and Laurel had gone the night before. Laurel felt her chest tighten as she retraced her steps and crept closer to the creatures that had tried to kill her.
Who walks willingly back to their own death?
she asked herself with a shake of her head. But she kept her eyes on Tamani’s back. His confident stance, even while sneaking along the wall, gave her courage.
I’m here for him
, she repeated over and over in her mind till it started to sound reasonable.

As they approached the smashed window, Tamani’s hand shot out and held her still against the peeling siding. He peeked into the destroyed window frame, which the trolls had not even bothered to board up, and dug into one of the pockets on his belt. He drew out what looked like a brown straw and slipped something small into it. He dropped to one knee and sprawled out away from the wall, exposing himself for just an instant to whoever might have been in the room. He blew on the straw and Laurel heard something whiz through the air.

Then Tamani was on his belly, crawling under the splintered sill toward the very back of the house. Laurel followed
him, ducking onto her belly too. “What did you do?” she whispered.

But Tamani only held a finger over his lips and continued to creep forward. In a few more seconds, Laurel heard the soft buzz of conversation. Several feet ahead Tamani had stopped and was surveying what little he could see around the corner. He looked up at an ancient trellis, and a tiny grin touched his lips. He turned to her, pointed at the ground beside him, and mouthed, “Stay.”

Laurel wanted to argue, but as her eyes found cracks and breaks in the trellis, she decided her extra weight would be exceptionally
un
helpful. Tamani scaled the trellis silently—something Laurel hadn’t thought was possible with the rickety wooden web—and looked more like an agile monkey ascending a tree than anything remotely human.

Laurel crouched by the corner of the house and peeked around the side. Scarface and his friend were lounging on a dirty couch on the equally dirty porch. Their voices were too low for Laurel to catch what they were saying but, considering their conversation in the car the previous night, that was probably best.

Scarface yawned and the other troll looked close to falling asleep. Laurel heard the tiniest skitter as Tamani made his way across the roof, but apparently the two trolls were too tired or distracted, because neither of them even glanced up.

Even though she was expecting him, Laurel had to suppress a yelp of surprise as Tamani came flying down from the roof and swung to land gracefully in front of the trolls.
His hands shot out like two blurs and clunked their heads together with a dull thud. They slumped into the couch cushions and didn’t move.

Laurel took one step and crunched a dried leaf.

“Wait,” Tamani said softly. “Let me finish first. You don’t want to see this.”

It was too great a temptation. He wasn’t looking at her, so she didn’t pull her head back around the corner—just watched in rapt fascination, wondering what he was going to do.

Tamani braced his knee against Scarface’s shoulder and held his face in both hands. By the time Laurel realized what was going to happen, it was too late. Her eyes refused to close as Tamani snapped the troll’s head around and a sickening crunch assaulted her ears. Tamani leaned Scarface back onto the cushion and, as he turned his attention to the other troll, she couldn’t help but look at the limp face—devoid of life and, for the first time, not wound up in a sneer.

When Tamani lifted his knee to the other troll’s shoulder, Laurel quickly pulled herself back around the corner and shoved her fingers in her ears. Not that it mattered. The snap of Red’s neck found its way to her inner ears and her mind filled in what her eyes couldn’t see. Tamani’s soft finger on her shoulder made her jump.

“Come on, we need to keep going.” Tamani tucked Laurel under the arm farthest from the dead trolls, but she still peeked around him to look at the two forms that appeared to simply be sleeping.

“Did you have to do that?” she whispered, trying to remember that these men had attempted to kill her and David. But they looked so harmless in the dim morning light with their deformed faces slack and peaceful.

“Yes. One of the rules of the sentries is to never leave a hostile troll alive. It’s something I’m sworn to do. I told you—you shouldn’t have come.”

He took an instant to grab something from his belt and sprayed the hinges of the back door. When he swung the door open, it moved silently. Laurel remembered Bess and followed Tamani very hesitantly. But she was lying limp on the floor. Tamani crouched beside her and removed a small dart from her neck. Laurel remembered the brown straw and realized what he had done.

“Is she dead?” Laurel whispered.

Tamani shook his head. “Just sleeping. The death darts are much bigger and don’t work as quickly. She’d have gotten out a few good yelps and ruined everything.” He was reaching into his belt again. He sighed as he unscrewed a small bottle. “These are the ones I always regret. The ones too stupid to know what they’re doing. They’re no more guilty than a lion or tiger that stalks their prey, at least in the beginning. But once they’re taught to be vicious faerie haters that obey their masters’ every order, they’ll never stop being dangerous.” He pulled down one of Bess’s eyelids and squeezed out two drops of yellow liquid. “She’ll be dead in a few minutes,” he said, putting the bottle back into his pack.

He turned to Laurel and set his face close to hers so he could whisper right by her ear. “I don’t know where the other one is. If we can find him and catch him by surprise, it’ll be easy. So follow me, but not another word from here on out. Okay?”

Laurel nodded and hoped she could walk half as quietly as he did. She’d never in her life felt clumsy—she’d always had more grace than her peers—but compared to Tamani, she was downright stumbly. By watching Tamani’s feet and stepping right in his footsteps, she managed to traverse the stairs more or less silently.

They walked by three doorways with nothing in them but sheet-covered furniture and swirling dust motes. Tamani peeked around the fourth doorway and immediately reached for his belt. Laurel could see Barnes’s shadow, elongated across the floor by the sunlight from the eastern window, and somehow even the shadow profile was unmistakable. Tamani pulled out the long straw again and rose to one knee. He took a breath and aimed carefully. With a small puff the dart flew.

Laurel kept her eyes on the shadow. There was a jolt and a tiny grunt. Eternal seconds passed, then the shadow head thunked down onto the desk. Tamani pointed to the ground where Laurel was curled against the wall and again whispered for her to stay.

This time she obeyed.

Tamani crept forward and crouched behind the still troll for a few seconds. She watched in the shadows as his hands rose to the sides of the troll’s head. Knowing what was coming
next, she squeezed her eyes shut and placed her hands over her ears. The next sound she heard was not a crack but a loud thud that rattled the wall at her back.

“You thought your little faerie tricks would work on me?”

Laurel’s eyes flew open and she flung herself to the spot Tamani had vacated only seconds before. She couldn’t see Barnes, but Tamani was crumpled on the floor against the wall, shaking his head as he glared at Barnes. She watched the long shadow jump toward Tamani and opened her mouth to scream a warning, but Tamani was gone before Barnes crunched into the wall, cracking the plaster. Tamani darted around the room as Laurel tried to press farther and farther into the wall. The whole house was shaking now as Barnes lunged at Tamani over and over and Tamani continued darting just out of reach. Laurel watched their shadows dance and held her breath, afraid that every movement, every sound, might give her away.

With a yell and a mighty swipe of his long arms, Barnes caught Tamani across the chest and threw him against the south wall, directly across from the doorway where Laurel crouched. Cracks spidered over the plaster where Tamani hit the wall, and he slid onto the floor. Laurel willed him to rise and jump away again, but Tamani’s head lolled to the side and he breathed heavily.

“That’s better,” Barnes said.

Laurel pulled her head back around the corner, but it didn’t matter; Barnes’s back was to her as he stood halfway across the room towering over Tamani. He leaned forward and studied
Tamani before breaking out in his grating laugh. “Look at you. You’re just a boy. A baby. Are you even of age to be a sentry?”

“I’m old enough,” Tamani rasped, glaring at the troll with hard eyes.

“And they sent
you
to take care of me? You faeries always were fools.”

Tamani flung a leg out, but this time he was too slow. Barnes caught him at the calf and twisted, lifting Tamani from the ground and flinging him around before slamming him back against the wall with enough force to create a few more cracks.

“You want it the hard way, I’ll give it to you the hard way,” Barnes said. “Truth be told, I rather like the hard way.”

Laurel’s eyes widened as Barnes took a pistol from his belt, pointed it at Tamani, and pulled the trigger.

A SHRILL, DEAFENING SCREAM REVERBERATED IN LAUREL’S
head as the room filled with the crack of gunfire, but somehow only a small whimper escaped her lips. As the smell of gunpowder burned her nose, a muted yell forced its way into her consciousness. Laurel’s eyes sprang open and flew to Tamani. His face was contorted in pain and a groan continued to work its way through his clenched teeth. He clutched his leg and his fingers were wet with sap as he glared up at the troll.

Barnes pointed his gun again, and this time Tamani couldn’t hold back a cry of agony as a bullet ripped through his other thigh. Laurel’s whole body trembled as Tamani’s scream seemed to invade every organized, symmetrical cell in her body, throwing them into chaos. She crawled one step forward, and Tamani shot her a look that ordered her to stay put. No sooner had his eyes met hers than they were back on Barnes. A sheen of sweat glistened on Tamani’s brow as
Barnes set the gun down on the desk with a loud clunk and walked forward.

“Not going anywhere now, are you?”

Hate burned out of Tamani’s eyes as he stared up at the hulking figure.

“You’re here the day I’m supposed to go down and sign papers on the land holding your precious gate. I’m not stupid enough to blame that on coincidence. How did you know?”

Tamani closed his lips and said nothing.

Barnes kicked Tamani’s foot, and a low growl escaped his tight control. “How?” Barnes shouted.

Still Tamani said nothing and Laurel wondered how long she could bear to watch. Tamani’s eyes were tightly closed, and when he opened them he looked straight at Laurel for an instant.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to keep her promise. He actually wanted her to turn her back on him, walk down the stairs alone, and return to the land to fetch Shar.

She’d given her word.

But she knew she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t leave him. In one glaring instant, she realized she’d rather die with him than leave him to die alone.

In that moment of surrender, her eyes lit upon the gun.

Barnes had left it sitting on the desk and was paying no attention to it at all. Under lowered lids Tamani followed her gaze. He looked back at her and shook his head in such a small motion she barely saw it. Then he winced and moaned as Barnes kicked his leg again.

“How?”

Barnes crouched in front of Tamani. Laurel knew it was the best chance she was going to get. She crept forward, trying to imitate the deft strides she’d watched Tamani take all morning.

“In ten seconds, I’m going to take your foot and break every stem in your leg.”

Her hands curled around the cold steel and she tried to remember everything her father had taught her about guns a few years ago. This one was a heavy, squarish pistol—the kind that almost looked like a black water gun. She looked for a safety or a hammer and saw neither. She closed her eyes for just a second, hoping with all her might that this was one of those point-and-pull kinds of guns.

“You get one more chance to give me my answer, faerie. One, two—”

“Three,” Laurel finished for him, pointing the weapon at his head.

Barnes froze.

“Stand up,” Laurel commanded, staying just out of arm’s reach.

Slowly, Barnes stood and turned slightly toward her.

“Against the wall,” she said. “Away from him.”

Barnes laughed. “You really think you’re going to shoot me? Little snippet of a thing like you?”

Laurel flinched as she squeezed the trigger, almost crying out in relief as her efforts sent a bullet into the wall. She pointed the gun at Barnes again.

“Okay,” he said, and backed up a few paces, turning all the way around to face her. His eyes widened as he recognized her face. “I thought I had you killed.”

“Think harder next time,” Laurel said, proud her voice was not shaking nearly as much as her legs.

“Did my boys forget…Wait, no.” He sniffed the air suspiciously. “You—I don’t…” His voice faded as he turned to Tamani and gave a sinister chuckle. “I get it now. The faeries have resorted to placing changelings. Changelings!” He looked down at Tamani, his tone casual. “When are you going to learn that we trolls come up with all the best ideas?”

Laurel fired another shot at the wall and Barnes jumped. “We’re done talking,” she said.

The two stood together in some kind of impasse. Barnes seemed almost sure she wouldn’t shoot him, and Laurel was just as sure she couldn’t. But she couldn’t let Barnes know that.

Unfortunately, the only way to put his doubts to rest was to actually shoot him. Her fingers felt sweaty on the trigger as she let the gun rise till the barrel covered his face, blocking it from her sight.

That was as far as she could go.

“Remember what I told you, Laurel,” Tamani said very quietly. “He ordered you to be killed, he poisoned your father, he manipulated your mother…He’ll do it again if you let him get away.”

“Stop, really, you give me far too much credit,” Barnes said with a mocking smile.

Loud, ragged breaths hissed in and out of Laurel’s mouth as she tried to make her fingers contract. But her arms lowered a few inches and a smile tugged at the corner of Barnes’s mouth.

“I knew you couldn’t do it,” he jeered. He dropped into a crouch and flew at her.

All Laurel saw was red-rimmed, murderous eyes and hands extended more like claws than fingers. She didn’t even feel the gun in her hand as her fingers clenched and the crack of a gunshot roared in her ears. Barnes’s body jerked back as the bullet tore through his shoulder. Laurel screamed and dropped the gun.

With a groan, Tamani pulled himself forward and his hands clutched at the weapon. Barnes roared in pain, but his eyes found Laurel again.

“Leave her alone, Barnes!” Tamani yelled, aiming the gun.

Barnes barely had time to focus on the gun pointed at his head. Even as Tamani pulled the trigger, Barnes leaped at the window and crashed through it, dropping to the ground below. Tamani’s shot embedded itself harmlessly into the wall. Laurel ran to the broken windowsill and caught one last sight of Barnes fleeing toward the river before his bloodied form disappeared over a hill.

Tamani let the heavy gun clatter to the ground. Laurel flung herself to her knees and into his arms. He groaned in her ear, but when she tried to pull back, he held her tight against his chest. “Don’t you ever,
ever
scare me like that again.”

“Me?” Laurel protested. “I’m not the one who got shot!”
Her arms snaked around his neck and her whole body shook.

Her head jerked up when she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. Tamani shifted her a little to the side and grabbed the gun, pointing it at the doorway.

David’s white face appeared at the top of the stairs. Tamani sighed and let the gun fall back onto the floor, his arms limp.

“I heard the shots and saw Barnes run away,” he said, his voice shaking. “Are you two okay?”

“Eye of Hecate, do neither of you know how to follow directions?” Tamani growled.

“Apparently not,” Laurel said dryly.

“What happened here?” David asked, looking wide-eyed around the disaster of the room.

“We’ll talk in the car. Hurry, David, Tamani needs help.” They each ducked under one arm and managed to raise Tamani from the floor. Tamani was trying to be brave, but Laurel winced every time a choked moan escaped his lips. They half-dragged him toward the doorway when Laurel stopped. “Wait,” she said, transferring all of Tamani’s weight to David. She hurried to the desk and looked at the papers. The top layer was peppered with a fine spray of blood.
Troll blood
, Laurel thought with a grimace. But she took a breath and forced herself to sort through them anyway. Anything that mentioned her mother or the address of the land, she scooped up to take with her. Luckily, it was a small stack.

“Let’s go,” she said, ducking under Tamani’s arm again.

They were silent as they passed the bodies of the dead trolls. The sun was out in earnest now and Laurel hoped no one would see them dragging this obviously injured person out to their car. Belatedly, she wondered if anyone besides David had heard the shots. Looking up and down the street at the other crumbling and dilapidated houses, she wasn’t sure it mattered. It looked like a neighborhood where gunfire was commonplace.

David laid Tamani in the backseat and tried to make him comfortable, but Tamani brushed his hands away. “Just get me back to Shar. Hurry.”

David held Laurel’s door open, but she shook her head and, without looking at him, slid into the backseat with Tamani.

Laurel settled Tamani’s chest and head on her lap and he clung to her like a child, groaning each time David drove over a bump. His face was pale and his black hair slick with sweat. She tried to get him to open his eyes, but he refused. As his breathing grew more and more ragged, Laurel glanced up at David, who watched her in the rearview mirror. “Can’t we go any faster?” she pleaded.

David pursed his lips and shook his head. “I can’t speed, Laurel. It’s too risky. What do you think a cop would say if he pulled us over and saw Tamani?” His eyes met hers in the rearview. “I’m going as fast as I dare—I promise.”

Tears filled Laurel’s eyes, but she nodded, trying not to notice that Tamani’s grip on her arms was getting looser.

The road was mostly empty, but Laurel held her breath the entire way through Crescent City and then Klamath
as they passed close to several other cars. One man even looked over at her, and she wondered if his sunglasses covered mismatched eyes. Just as she felt sure he was a troll sent to finish them off, he looked away and turned down a side street.

Finally the driveway came into view and David pulled off the road. The unpaved drive was bumpy, but Tamani didn’t protest as the car bounced over ruts. Laurel’s breath stuck in her throat as David reached the end of the drive and shifted into park.

“Please hurry, David,” Laurel begged in a whisper.

David ran around to the other side of the car and helped her ease Tamani out. They dragged him past the house and down the now-familiar path. As soon as they passed the tree line, Laurel began shouting in a sob-strained voice, “Shar! Shar! We need help.”

Almost instantly, Shar stepped onto the path from behind a tree. If he was shocked, it didn’t register on his face. “I’ll take him,” he said calmly. He lifted Tamani from David and Laurel and slung him gently over his shoulders. “You can’t come any farther,” Shar said to David. “Not today.”

David’s brow furrowed and he looked to Laurel. Laurel threw her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered and turned down the path.

David caught her hand. “You are coming back, aren’t you?” he asked.

Laurel nodded. “I promise.” Then she pulled her hand away and hurried up the path after Tamani’s limp form.

As soon as David was out of sight, other faeries stepped onto the path, adding their shoulders beneath Tamani’s weight—a parade of unbelievably beautiful men, several clad in camouflaging armor. Each faerie who appeared made Laurel feel better. Tamani wasn’t alone now—the faeries would find a way to make everything all right. She had to believe it. They led her down a twisted path that looked strangely unfamiliar and came to a stop in front of an ancient tree that, even in the chilly late-autumn air, had not changed color.

Several of the faeries took a turn placing a palm in a shallow hollow on the tree’s trunk. Finally, Shar lifted Tamani’s limp arm and placed his hand on the tree. For a few seconds, no one moved and nothing happened. Then the tree began to sway and Laurel gasped in surprise as a crack appeared at the base. It widened and grew, pushing the trunk out, molding it into an archway. The air glimmered and sparkled until it was almost too bright to look at. Then a brilliant flash shone and Laurel had to blink. In the instant it took to close her eyes and open them again, the shimmering air had turned into a golden gate snaked with brilliant white blossoms and glittering with millions of sparkling jewels.

“Is that the gate to Avalon?” Laurel said breathlessly to Shar.

Shar barely spared her a glance. “Bar her way; Jamison’s coming through.”

Spears crisscrossed in front of her and Laurel realized she’d taken several steps forward. She was almost overwhelmed by
the urge to push through the spears and run to the shining gates, but she forced her feet to stay where they were. The gate was moving now, swinging slowly outward in an arc as all the faeries backed away and made room. Laurel couldn’t see much as she strained against the spears, but her eyes found an emerald-green tree, a sliver of cerulean sky, rays of sunshine that sparkled like diamonds. The thick aroma of fresh earth rolled over her, along with a heady, intoxicating scent she couldn’t identify. A white-haired man in long, flowing silver robes waited on the other side of the shimmering gate. Laurel couldn’t help but stare as he made his way forward to stand by Tamani. He ran a finger down Tamani’s face and looked back at several other faeries carrying a stretcher.

“Take him quickly,” he said, beckoning them forward. “He’s fading.”

Tamani was transferred onto the soft white stretcher, and Laurel watched helplessly as he was borne into the shining light that poured from the gate. She had to believe he would be fine now, that she would see him again. Surely no one could enter a world so full of wonder and not heal.

When she looked up, the older faerie’s eyes had settled upon her. “I assume this is her,” he said. His voice was too sweet, too musical to be of this world. He walked toward her as if he were floating on air, and the face she looked up into was so beautiful. He seemed to glow, and his eyes were soft and blue and surrounded by wrinkles that fell not in the uneven crevices she saw on Maddie’s face but in exact, even
folds like perfectly hung drapes. He smiled at her gently, and the pain of the last twenty-four hours melted away.

“You’ve been very brave,” Jamison said in that sweet, angelic voice. “We didn’t think we would need you so soon. But things never go quite as planned, do they?”

She shook her head and looked back through the gate, where she could just see the top of Tamani’s head. “Will he…will he be all right?”