Demon From the Dark (41 page)

           
"A place called New Orleans. Which must be
very
far from this island."

           
"Island," he repeated thoughtfully. "Water all round. How big is the water to cross?"

           
"Thousands of times bigger than your mountain."

           
He slanted her a disbelieving look.

           
"It's true ..." Hearing what sounded like a small plane taking off, she gazed up, holding her hand over her forehead to shield her eyes from the rain. She caught sight of a prop plane, and her heart fell.
There goes a way home--

           
Winged demons attacked it in the air. Dozens of them, all members of the Pravus, tore at its fuselage. The craft nosedived, crashing in the distance into a ball of flames.

           
"Well, scratch that escape route." She worried her lip. And they absolutely
had
to escape.

           
Although she felt safer with Malkom, there were still threats out here. He could defeat several opponents at a time, but maybe not a dozen demons, especially if they could trace. In other words, they were as much in danger now as when they'd been locked up.

           
And the Order would doubtless send in reinforcements. From what Fegley had said, this organization of mortals was more far-reaching than she'd ever suspected. They weren't going to merely hand over their island.

           
Worse than all this? La Dorada could still be here. Carrow absently muttered, "We've got to get out of here."

           
"Will your
people
not come for you?"

           
"Maybe. If they can find us here. I think the facility, maybe even the entire island, has been cloaked," she said. "But with this much power flowing and this many immortals active in one place, maybe the coven can pinpoint the location."

           
"Why do you and the girl still wear your collars?"

           
"Ours didn't come off. Only those of our enemies did. Anyone evil. And then yours, for some reason. Maybe because you're a vemon. I don't know."

           
"So certain I am not evil?"

           
"Yes. I am."

           
He narrowed his eyes. "You had your collar in Oblivion. Why were you able to do magic?"

           
"They turned it off while I was there."

           
"Of course they did," he said, his tone seething.

           
"Malkom, again, I want you to know--"

           
He raised his hand to quiet her, saying under his breath, "I smell food cooking."

           
Suddenly Carrow was ravenous.

           
"Come." He followed the scent, leading them downhill closer to the water than they'd been before.

           
Soon they saw light in the distance. An old-fashioned cabin stood on a wooded cape, nestled among the trees. Smoke curled from a crooked stone chimney.

           
Did the property belong to the Order? Some kind of auxiliary structure?

           
Through a dirt-caked window she could see shapes moving within. There appeared to be three beings who had taken up residence.

           
"Await me here." Malkom stalked inside. As Carrow watched in amazement, he simply evicted the occupants--what looked like two shapeshifters and a nymph. He tossed the shifters bodily from the cabin, and the nymph tore outside after them, fleeing.

           
All three were naked, likely going at it before they'd been interrupted. Though Malkom had probably gotten an eyeful of naked nymph, he looked unaffected as he stood on the covered front porch, motioning for Carrow to join him.

           
As she hurried toward the inviting shelter, she again thought,
I could get used to having a demon around.

           
The aged exterior was cedar shake, with rusted metal tools and tongs dangling from the ceiling of the covered porch. A harpoon hung above the low doorway. A whaling cottage?

           
The interior was cobwebbed and rustic, seeming from a bygone era. In front of the stone fireplace lay a moth-eaten rug. The earlier three squatters had left their clothes strewn over it. What looked like a roasting hare sizzled over the flames on a spit. She guessed they'd gotten bored waiting for dinner to cook.

           
"Malkom?"
Where'd he go?

           
She found him in a compact back room adjoining the main area. Inside the chamber were a dusty rocking chair and two spartan beds, positioned against opposite walls, with their mattresses removed. Instead of wooden slats, rope nets stretched across the bed frames.

           
Malkom had already spread a blanket over one net, motioning for her to lay Ruby down. He'd set the feys' opened pack against the wall.

           
She turned to thank him, but he'd already left. "Okay," she said with a sigh, laying Ruby down. The girl was still shivering.
Gotta get her out of these clothes.

           
Carrow had just finished changing her into the short fey's baggy sweater when Ruby woke.

           
"Where are we?" She glanced around with a groggy frown.

           
Lacing her voice with enthusiasm, Carrow said, "Our own cabin in the woods. Right on the beach." She dusted off the back of the rocking chair, hanging Ruby's clothes to dry. "We're safe as kittens here."

           
"Where's the demon?"

           
"He's just outside."

           
That seemed to reassure her.

           
"Are you hungry, honey?"

           
"Just really tired. Will you stay here while I go to sleep?"

           
Carrow wanted only to curl up next to her and get unconscious for two days. But she forced herself to plaster on a smile. "I will," she said, removing her own soaked boots and hose. "And I won't leave this little cabin until you wake up."

           
"I'm glad you came back to get me in the tunnel." Ruby offered her hand.

           
Carrow took it in her own. "Ruby.
Of course
." The fear Carrow had experienced this night had been worse than any she'd known before. To leave Ruby behind amidst all that danger?

           
The hardest decision she'd ever made.

           
As Carrow had run, she'd thought,
This is what parents do.
Sometimes they were forced to make potentially life-or-death decisions for the children they cherished most in the world. Even though it might be horrifying to do so. "But don't forget, the demon helped us."

           
"I don't like him," Ruby whispered loudly. "He can't swim, and he talks really slow and weird."

           
Yes, he did speak slowly, but Carrow thought his Demonish accent was sexy. "I didn't like him at first either. Give him a chance. Remember, he saved both of our lives."

           
"Did he really marry you?"

           
"Did he mention that?" At Ruby's nod, she said, "It's complicated, honey. Besides, even if we were, he wouldn't want to be any longer."

           
"But if you're married, then Ember's right. He's my stepdemon, and I'm going to have to live with him, too." She pouted, which was totally understandable, all things considered.

           
Of course Ruby would be nervous about her future.
With so many questions that I don't have the answers to.
"How about this--you know that house on the corner just down from Andoain, the one that can't be sold because of all the noise and fumes coming from the coven?"

           
"Uh-huh. It's got the big trees."

           
Carrow had been scoping it out because it had a pool and she was tired of sneaking dozens of witches into King Rydstrom's New Orleans pool house and residence. Plus, he'd busted them that last time. "I'll buy it, and it'll be our own clubhouse-slash-pad." It was conveniently located only a few houses down from Mariketa and Bowen's place. "You can decorate your room any way you like."

           
"What about the demon?" Ruby asked suspiciously.

           
"We could invite him over." Would he accept Carrow's invitation? Just now, he'd looked like he couldn't stand the sight of her. "We could teach him what movies are."

           
Her lips parted. "He doesn't know?"

           
Shaking her head, Carrow slowly said, "He's probably never tasted ice cream."

           
Ruby seemed to be giving this possibility serious consideration--until her eyelids slid shut.

           
As Carrow watched her drift off, her own lids grew heavy. Again, she thought about how much she wanted to join Ruby in sleep. Or to lie on Malkom's solid chest, with the steady drum of his heart beneath her ear. Carrow nearly moaned at the prospect of being close to him again.

           
But she had to get something settled with him tonight. They needed a plan.
And I need to explain to him that I never wanted to hurt him--

           
"She sleeps?" he said from behind her.

           
Carrow jumped. "How did you get in so quietly? Never mind. Yes. She's got to be exhausted."

           
"I will get more wood for the fire."

           
"You're going back out there? Malkom, can't it wait?" She gently extricated her hand from Ruby's, rising to stand before him. "We need to talk."

           
He shrugged, turning toward the other room, and she followed.

           
"Sit." He motioned to the stone hearth. When she sank down in front of the fire, he used a purloined knife to cut a hunk of meat from the hare. "Eat."

           
For some reason, like Ruby, she was no longer hungry. "I'm fine. You take it."

           
He gazed at the bite mark on her neck. "You need it more."

           
So she leaned forward to nibble off his knife, but he simply handed it to her.
The hand-feeding days are so over.

           
He stood once more, pacing the length of the room and back. Looking just to the right of her, he grated, "Where is her father, Carrow?"

Chapter
 
35

           
"Her father?" The witch rubbed her forehead. "He's dead. I believe he died before Ruby was born."

           
"You
believe
?" She didn't even know where the sire was?

           
Her eyes widened. "Oh, wait. Malkom, there's something I need to tell you. Though Ruby is related to me, I'm not her mother."

           
He tensed. "Another lie?"

           
"I never said she was. But it doesn't matter, she's mine now. I'm adopting her. And what's more, I love that little girl like she was my own."

           
"Where's her mother?"

           
"She died three weeks ago, killed by the Order."

           
"You have no other children?"

           
Her brows drew together. "No."

           
"Is there a male? That you are bound to?"

           
She stood, meeting his eyes, so direct. "That depends."

           
"On what?"

           
"On how angry you are with me." She sidled closer to him, her movements graceful.

           
He hated how she still affected him so effortlessly. He crossed the rest of the distance to her. Cupping her nape, he gazed down at the face that had bewitched him, the eyes that haunted him. His voice hoarse, he said, "What do you want of me?"

           
"I want to earn your forgiveness." Her breaths had shallowed, pink tingeing her high cheekbones.

           
"You have it. I understand why you behaved as you did."

           
"Then I want a chance to earn back your trust."

           
Not so easily done.
He released her, turning to peer out the window. With his finger against the glass, he followed a stream of water outside.
Amazing
. Water everywhere, and glass even in this modest structure. "I thought things were a certain way. With us. They were not. Now I do not know."