Blind Salvage (11 page)

Liam started to lean forward and the engine sputtered. He moved as far back as he could and the truck continued on.

“What do you mean? Like it won’t always work?”

Dox shook his head. “Not for a human, no. The entry points for crossing the veil always work for a supernatural, but not so much for a human. Actually, not so much for a human ever unless—”

“Unless they’re holding onto a supernatural?” Liam offered.

Again, Dox nodded. “Right, and those physical entry points can be anywhere, though it might seem like there are a lot, there aren’t more than one or two per state.”

It was my turn to do a jaw drop. “One or two per state? Holy shit sticks.”

The ogre laughed and leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, that I know of.”

“What, you’ve got a map of entry points?” Now I was asking the questions. As well as Giselle had trained me, and for all my experience, I still had a lot to learn, because, damn, every time I turned around, there was something new. Something dangerous and brutal. I could only imagine how Liam felt being thrown into the deep end of the pool with me when even I floundered. Then again, so far he’d handled it as if it were just another day at the office.

Liam reached forward, his fingers just brushing along my shoulder. “You think Milly has a map of the entry points?”

“Hell, I hope not,” I said, though I knew there was a good chance she did. Would explain how she was able to move around, even before she learned to jump the veil.

“Speaking of her, what the hell happened with you two?” Dox again shifted his weight, long legs obviously cramped even in his big truck. I was saved from having to talk about Milly by a red light pinging on the dashboard. I tapped it with one finger.

“We’re running low on diesel. I’ll take the next exit.” I flicked my blinker on, checked my mirrors and pulled off the interstate. The thing was, Milly was on my shit list, and nothing could change that. There would have to be an absolute miracle for her to no longer be on the wrong end of my sword. Yet even with that, with my resolve to end things with her, it still hurt me. Made me vulnerable to her. More than anything, I was happy to have dodged that particular conversation. Much as I hated her now, Milly had been my closest friend at one time. Had been like my sister. Which I had no doubt was why when she betrayed not only me, but Giselle too, the rage she inspired in me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Love and hate, so entwined in me when it came to Milly, it was like a physical pain. One I avoided as much as possible.

Fuelling up didn’t take long, and then Liam offered to drive. Dox, laughing, shook his head. “Don’t think that’s a good idea, man. You need to ride in the back seat, as far from the engine as possible.”

With a frown, Liam climbed back in, but he didn’t argue. I stretched my back and legs before getting into the truck on the passenger side, feeling my vertebrae pop and my muscles protest the movement. My body was pretty much all healed up, but sitting for so long made me stiff.

Dox started the truck, the engine turning over twice before it coughed to life.

“Now, you were about to tell me what happened with Milly?”

Shit.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I slumped in my seat like a sullen child and closed my eyes.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to talk about it. I asked what happened.”

Liam made a choking sound in the back seat and I whipped around to see him looking at me all too innocently. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just smiled.

I shifted in my seat so that I could stare out the windshield. “She tried to kill Alex, Eve, and Liam, and succeeded in killing Giselle.”

Dox’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Giselle’s gone?”

I lifted my feet and set them on the dash. “Yeah. Just before I headed to London.”

“Shit! Rylee, I didn’t know. How is it that Milly’s still alive then?” He knew me well enough, apparently.

“She’s pregnant,” I said, softly.

“Oh.”

That one word encompassed it all. I couldn’t kill her while she was pregnant or I’d be breaking my oaths. And as much as she might be willing to do that, I wasn’t.

“Since we’re spilling secrets,” I said, spinning in my seat and setting my feet against the middle console. “Why did you get booted out of ogre country? Or is Doran wrong about that?”

The ogre’s mouth thinned to a tight blue line. Hmm. Interesting.

“Hello, Dox? I asked you a question.” I tapped a foot on the console, but his hands just tightened on the wheel and his mouth thinned even more, if that was possible.

“I told you about Milly.”

He hunched his shoulders. “This is different.”

“Really, why?”

“Because it is.”

Gods, childish much? “Is it going to affect this salvage, the reason you were booted out?” I needed to know at least that much.

He tipped his head a little to one side, and the tip of his tongue flicked out and touched the ring through the middle of his lower lip before he answered. “It shouldn’t.”

Well, as long as he was right, I couldn’t get too pissy. I let him be. I could see that there was going to be no convincing him at this point to say anything more than he already had. Maybe later. Though, if what Doran had said was true, and Dox had been kicked out because of some perceived weakness, we could actually have more difficulty with him along for the ride than if we were going in alone. Liam chilled in the back seat, his hand resting on the console next to mine. Not touching me, just being there.

“What did Doran tell you?”

I didn’t want to keep anything from Liam, but telling him that Doran thought I was going to fall in love with someone else was not high on my list of priorities, even if it was weighing on my mind as heavily as the salvage.

“He thinks that there might be a demon and a sacrifice involved.”

Liam groaned. “Haven’t we already done this once?”

“Yes, so we should be fucking amazing at it this time, don’t you think?”

Dox barked out a startled laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shook my head. “Nope. But then, Doran could be wrong.”

Liam rubbed his hands together, and then leaned back in his seat again. “Anything else?”

Almost like he knew I was holding back. So I spilled about everything else, about how Doran could read me a little, about some of what he thought he saw for me.

About trying to kiss me. Liam’s jaw tensed up with that. “And?”

I frowned at him. “And what? I didn’t kiss him. He’s saving it so he can royally piss you off at some point.”

Dox snickered. “Yeah, that sounds like Doran.”

Liam didn’t ask anymore questions after that, thank the gods, and since I wasn’t much of a talker and Dox didn’t seem inclined to encourage a conversation, there was pretty much radio silence. And in the most literal sense too, since the radio wouldn’t work with the three of us in the truck.

At least there were no rampant wolf farts. A twinge settled around my heart at the thought of Alex. I missed him, missed his constant companionship; even Liam couldn’t really compete with that, though I’d never tell him. Alex, there had been something special about him from the beginning, even if I’d been loathe to admit it.

Hell, I missed Pamela, even though in some ways it would be easier to do this salvage without the whole freaking three-ring circus. I missed them. And I was worried as hell about Eve.

Fuck it, Doran was right, my life was a big ass mess of trials. I wanted to cross my fingers that he would be wrong about them never ending.

Every few hours Dox and I swapped out driving so that we didn’t have to stop. Though Calliope’s threads hummed along nicely, I was worried. A demon sacrifice, if Doran was right, might mean we had a little time. If it was just the Roc, we had zero time. And if there was something in between that had taken the Roc over
and
was trying to raise a demon, we were royally screwed. For some reason, I was betting on the last scenario. It was just a matter of who was controlling the Roc, and who was trying to make a sacrifice to a demon and why.

Easy. Right.

I dozed off and on, and when I was awake, I watched Liam in the reflection of the windows.

I could see he was bothered by what I’d told him about Doran. Or maybe he sensed that I’d held back from him. Hell, maybe I should tell him. Then again, if I did and he had a meltdown, I would be the one dealing with it. And for all I knew, Doran was just dicking around with me. Which wouldn’t totally surprise me. And the last thing I needed was Liam in meltdown mode in the middle of a salvage that likely involved a demon.

No, this was one secret I was keeping to myself.

A full twenty-four hours we drove—and with no major catastrophes. Of course, I was expecting something. After the car chases in Europe, I couldn’t help but keep checking behind, waiting for someone to throw a spell at us from a passing vehicle. The fact that nothing happened made me, at best, suspicious.

Dox pulled off the interstate at the border range of the Cascades. “This is where ogre territory starts. From here on in, there are a few rules you both need to follow.”

He turned the engine off and turned in his seat to face us. This was a lecture I hadn’t been expecting.

“Don’t challenge anyone. No matter how much you want to. Challenges can be taken up by a whole Gang. Meaning if you challenge one, you are challenging all of them.”

“Fabulous,” I muttered.

He glared at me. “Don’t lip off. Respect is earned here. Though I doubt you’d get it even if you wiped out an entire Gang. In an ogre’s eyes, you two are worse than humans. Supernaturals who can blend in with the rest of the world are not tolerated around here.”

Liam shifted in his seat. “I thought we were just going to go in, quiet-like, grab the foal, and leave without the ogres knowing we were even here?”

Yeah, that’s what the two men had discussed for the last hundred or so miles. Guerilla tactics that may or may not work. Likely wouldn’t, in my humblest of opinions.

Dox shrugged. “Ideally, yes. But they have sentries and the minute they know we’re here, they’re going to be on top of us.”

“Will they try to kill us outright?” I fiddled with the sleeve of my leather jacket, my mind racing ahead to all the possibilities.

His face was grim. “Yes.”

“Then what does it matter what the niceties of your society are if we are going to have to fight our way through?” I snapped, irritated that he would stop us to tell us meaningless shit. Although Calliope was still alive, I could feel the pressure of time running out weighing down on me. Like a sixth sense, I knew we had to get to her soon or it would be too late.

It was then, staring at Dox, that I realized he was scared, and he was covering it by telling us whatever he could. A curl of pity bit at me, but I pushed it down. Dox was here to help us and pitying him would get us nowhere.

He stared at me. “Because IF you can earn their respect, they’ll help us. And if we really are dealing with a Roc and a demon sacrifice, we are going to need their help. All that we can get.”

“That’s a mighty big if,” Liam said, his tone dry.

Dox slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “If a Roc took the foal, we are going to need their help. Besides, the Roc will live on the highest peak around here, if my memory serves me right about the beasts, which would mean it is on Mt. Hood.”

It was my turn to get snarky. “If it’s that damn simple, then let’s just go to Mt. Hood. What’s with all this posturing shit?”

Dox glared at me. “At the base of Mt. Hood is where the different Gangs meet to fight and … mate … on every full moon.”

I didn’t have to ask him if it was a full moon. I knew it without even looking it up. How? Because that’s just the way my life went.

Dox took a deep breath, maybe seeing me get the implications of what we were dealing with. “Which means we will have to go through all of them to get even close to Mt. Hood. And a full moon, when else would be a good time for a sacrifice?”

I let out a groan. I’d kinda been hoping I was wrong. This was fantastic, just what we needed. I Tracked Calliope, to be sure she was still with us. The fact that she was still alive told me the Roc was certainly not working on its own ideas. A steady hum of uncertainty had started up in the foal, making my skin crawl with her growing fear. Whatever was happening, it likely wasn’t all that good. On an impulse, I Tracked the Roc as a species, felt the threads of them tangle around Calliope, and then Tracked ogres as a species, ignoring Dox beside me. The threads of the three types of supernaturals intersected with a precision that made me want to puke.

Liam held up his hand. “Wait, how can a Roc go unseen if it’s so damn big? I know Blaz has his own magic, is the Roc the same?”

Dox spoke before I could. “Likely whoever is running the show has folded the veil, like at Doran’s house. The humans just won’t see it. Nice and simple.”

Time to get this conversation back on track. “Dox, you’re telling me there’s no back door? No way in that you could find for us?”

He scrubbed his hands over his head, rubbing vigorously. “I might be able to get some help. Maybe. But the triplets are a long shot. As in betting on them will either be a windfall or will wipe us out.”

Liam’s eyes met mine, and I nodded. There was no other choice. I knew when we were outnumbered and out-manned; I knew I was no freaking superwoman who would swoop in and save the day. “Dox, whatever help you can find for us, do it. It isn’t just the foal’s life on the line, but Eve’s too. And if there really is a demon involved, maybe more than that.” Not to mention all three of our lives. But that was our choice, to be here and put our lives on the line for the sake of two children who needed us.

He gave a sharp nod, started the truck, pulled an illegal U-turn, and got back on the interstate. “Portland it is, then.”

With each mile marker we passed, the tension in the truck grew until I choked on it. I rolled the window down, breathing in the deep sharp bite of the west coast winter. Humid, not unlike London, rain spattered down and I lifted my face to it.

“Roll the window up,” Dox snapped.