Eighth Grave After Dark (28 page)

“Okay,” I said, a little too happy about it.

He was totally meeting Angel again. I could tell. I could see it in his eyes.

Oh well. His timing was perfect. I had a girl to save, and while I'd been hoping Kit would call with good news, we had yet to receive any news at all.

I called her just to make sure they hadn't found anything. They were still checking the area where Ellix had lived and worked.

With no other choice, I went into the laundry room. People went in there only if they had actual laundry to do. They rarely just showed up for no reason. This was the most likely place I could try this thing without being interrupted. With Reyes secretly meeting my traitorous investigator, now was the perfect opportunity for me to take my plan for a test run. But I needed a little assistance first.

I summoned Angel, just to make sure I wasn't missing something before risking life and limb to break into hell.

He popped in, his expression almost bored. At least he wasn't annoyed.

“Having a secret meeting with my husband?” I asked, my voice sharp with accusation and innuendo. Mostly accusation.

“Man,
pendeja,
you think that all I do is your husband's legwork?”

“So, you're not meeting with him right now?”

“No. What the hell?”

“Then who are you meeting with?”

“I was checking out the chicks at the mall.”

“Coronado or Cottonwood?”

“Coronado, why?”

“I miss the mall,” I said, suddenly nostalgic for the good old days when I could shop without being ripped apart. “Do they still have that store that sells those little ice cream dots? That is some crazy shit.”

“I don't know. I don't eat.”

“Right, so, can I visit someone in hell?”

“Dude, I'm not saying it again. You can do anything—”

I waved an impatient hand. “I know. I know. I can do anything. You keep telling me. But really, can I? And if you're not having a secret meeting with Reyes, who is?”

“Probably that old couple he keeps talking to.”

I stilled. Like, for a really long time. Long enough for Angel to look worried.

“What old couple?” I asked at last.

“The one he keeps meeting with. I don't know their names. They're old.”

I stilled again as my brain struggled for an explanation. Surely … No, he couldn't know about the Loehrs. It was impossible. I'd met them for the first time just two days ago. “And how long has he been meeting with them?”

“Couple of months. Why? Are you two getting a divorce?”

“What?” Alarm ran rampant over my nerve endings, much like five-year-olds on a sugar rush. “Why would you say that? Did he say that?”

“No,” Angel said, stepping closer. “I was just hoping you'd ditch him for someone more your age.”

“I'm millions of years old.”

He stepped so close, I had to look up at him, though not terribly. He was only a couple inches taller than me. “Age isn't everything.”

He had a gorgeous full mouth and clear brown eyes and if he didn't stop hitting on me, I was going to—

“Wait!” he said, sobering. “Did you say ‘hell'?

“Yes,” I said, biting my lower lip.

“You can't just go to hell. There's a void between here and there.”

“But the map is imprinted on my husband's body,” I explained.

“Yes, on his. Not yours.”

It was now or never. I closed my eyes. “Lucky for me, I have an excellent memory. If I don't make it back, explain to Reyes I went to find Ellix.” I opened my eyes again. “But I'll make it back. Give me two minutes.”

I closed my eyes again, envisioned the map on Reyes's torso, the one that would lead me through the void, and I fell into darkness.

*   *   *

Admittedly, I didn't understand how the map worked. Not until I actually used it. There were paths, almost imperceptible paths, and I wound through them, meeting obstacle after obstacle, but knowing which way to turn, which opening to take. As long as I envisioned the map, as long as I let myself fall into it with complete and total faith that it would get me where I needed to go, I flew threw the void. It felt a lot like a head rush but it was all over my body. Tingling and cold. I hadn't expected the cold. I felt a frost form over my skin, and yet I didn't have skin here.

I looked down and it cracked when I moved my hand, only to re-form, creating tiny crystals that spread over me, up my neck and over my face. But I kept envisioning the map, suddenly scared to death I'd get lost in the void. Reyes would find me, though. I knew he would find me if I did go astray. But another thing I didn't count on was the audience I'd gained.

I couldn't see them, but I felt their glassy eyes watching me, their hot breath on the nape of my neck, the prickling of their teeth. Were these beings the demons that had become lost in the void? Were they still trying to make it to the earthly plane, I wondered, and if so, how long had they been there?

In a heartbeat, I was standing on solid ground, a hot wind raked over my skin. It burned like acid, and my skin started to darken. As though I had a disease, I began to turn black, the top layers of my epidermis drying and floating off in thousands of tiny flakes. Wherever the skin peeled off and flew away, my flesh glowed a bright orange, as though I were made of molten lava on the inside. And I burned. Every breath I took scorched my throat, set fire to my lungs. My eyes calcified, leaving spiderweb cracks for me to see through. It was like looking at the desolate landscape through a shattered windowpane.

I stepped forward, the sound of a thousand screams swirling around me, carried on the blistering wind like whispers of agony. The ground broke beneath me, the top layer black with the same molten orange underneath. I tried to take another step, but I was melted to the spot. I couldn't move. Then I looked harder. In between the cracks of inklike crust were people. I could see faces screaming in pain, hands reaching out to me. I gasped and paid the price as the scalding air entered me again, turning my lungs to boiling acid, eating me away from the inside out.

I looked across the landscape again and realized what I thought were boulders on the horizon were people, melting into the maelstrom. They couldn't move either. All that was visible of them was their eyes. Wide. Terrified.

Sorry.

They were all sorry for whatever it was they had done. The screams started to make sense to me. They were a chorus of pleas, apologizing for what they'd done, begging for forgiveness.

I watched as my skin peeled away, just like what was happening to those around me who had yet to melt completely. The skin drifting off them was like fireflies at night. Horrific yet magical.

I had never imagined in my wildest dreams it would be like this. I knew it would be hot. Like my husband was. I realized I was on a surface that descended for thousands of floors beneath me. That was where Reyes was born. That was where Lucifer ruled.

I wouldn't be able to get back. I was stuck in hell, and by the time Reyes found me, I would be a melted glob just like all the others.

But I wasn't like all the others. I was a bit different. This place held no sway over me. At least, that's what I chose to tell myself. I lifted my foot and forced it out of the glassy quicksand. I lifted the other and then forced the fires off me with a thought. My skin began to heal. The darkness drifted off me one last time as I stood my ground. Finding anyone in this sea of condemned souls would seem an impossible feat, but I knew exactly how to get him to me. He was now a bound spirit in the underworld. I could summon it, just like any other soul.

I bowed my head and ordered him to appear in front of me.

The melting, fiery thing that materialized looked nothing like a man, though I could see its eyes, like saucers, afraid. Sorry. Begging for forgiveness.

I decided he'd need his mouth to talk to me. I reached out and touched what I'd hoped was a shoulder. He slowly re-formed and, now that he had a voice again, screamed in agony as a pain like none other consumed him. Continuing to heal him, I waited until he was able to stop screaming long enough to talk.

Once he was partially human again, his skin blackened but remained intact. I began my interrogation.

“Where is the girl?” I yelled at him. I had to yell to be heard above the wind and the screams.

He looked confused at first, then surprised. “You're here for her?”

“Where is Faris? Where did you take her?”

“You aren't here to get me out of this?”

“No,” I said. I should have lied, but I didn't want him to feel any hope when Faris damned sure didn't. I didn't want him to have that luxury.

His shoulders collapsed the moment he realized he was going back.

“Where is she?” I asked, keeping my fingertips on him.

He glowered at me, his blistering features contorting under the heat. “Why should I tell you? What more can you do to me?”

I took my hand away and he cried out in agony as the lava took him again. What most people didn't know was that hell is only a temporary punishment. You simply ceased to exist after, but you burned for a limited amount of time, the amount depending on what you did to warrant a trip to the basement. After replacing my hand, giving him a small measure of relief, I leaned in. “Because I can make this last forever.”

He knew he had no recourse. No bargaining chip. It was agony for a little while or agony forever. He decided to try to get in my good graces.

He lowered his head. “At my house. She's at my house.”

“Liar,” I said, my voice a husky version of the original, mostly because my throat had been burned to a crisp. “We've looked.”

“There is a room. The fireplace pulls out. It's an old panic room. Solid concrete. She's in there.” When he looked back at me, his face was full of remorse. “I didn't mean to kill her. Olivia Dern. It was an accident.”

The girl from high school. “And what about Faris?”

“She was my second chance. A sign that I could make amends. I didn't hurt her. I swear. She's Olivia born again. Check her birthday. You'll understand.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, nor did I care. I only wanted out of the literally godforsaken place.

When I let go, he lunged for me, but it was too late. He'd solidified to the spot and began melting back into the ground whence he came.

“Please take me with you!” he yelled, but his voice was distant and intermingled with the thousands of others.

I stepped back away from him and turned full circle. It was like an entire planet of just melting bodies. But underneath the melted faces at my feet, through the glowing glass, I saw the huge black eyes of demons. The razor-sharp teeth. The thick shiny scales.

They were coming for me. I had trespassed and they were swimming up through the bodies to get to me. I stumbled back and fell, the heat of the molten floor beneath me scorching the skin off my palms. Scrambling back onto my feet, I saw one of them. He walked straight for me, his skin blackening just like mine, his flesh molten just like mine. But this was no demon. He walked purposefully, his gait primal, as smooth as a panther's. I stood transfixed, unable to believe my eyes until Reyes was upon me, his hand around my throat.

*   *   *

He didn't talk. He didn't say a word. He simply held me by my throat as fury surged through him. Even here I could feel it. His emotions. His palpable anger.

Then we were in the void. He'd never taken his eyes off me, and still didn't, even as creatures tried to follow us through the void. Reyes was too fast. His knowledge of the void now vast.

The blackened parts of his face faded and the frost was back. A thin layer of ice covered his mouth, spiked his dark lashes.

Then his heat blasted across my skin again and he thrust me against the nearest wall.

I didn't move. Instead, I allowed him to catch his breath. To remember who I was and what I meant to him. If he couldn't, if the beast he was in hell had come back in full force, I would have no choice but to disable him. But this was Reyes who held me. In all his glory. In all his rage. It was still Reyes.

He glared at me, his dark brown irises shimmering dangerously. He was trying to get his emotions under control. I let him. I gave him all the leeway he needed. His wide chest heaved and he moved at last, leaned into me, tightened his grip on my neck, but not enough to cause me discomfort. Quite the opposite. But he was too frustrated, too enraged to take advantage of the raw power rushing through his veins. He growled, a low and guttural sound, then hit the wall by my head with such force, he dented the drywall and broke a stud. It cracked loudly.

That was when I realized we had an audience. Osh stood near me as though to stop Reyes should he take it too far. Garrett wasn't far behind him. Angel stood off to the side by the washer, his face averted. Had he ratted me out? No matter. I'd gotten what I went in for.

Last but not least was Cookie. She stood, fear radiating out of her in waves. Fear for me and for Reyes. He could easily do something he would regret later. She didn't want that. Not for either of us.

The soft sounds of a baby breathing drifted to us and we both turned. Cookie was holding Beep, her sweet face like a salve on the stinging wounds we'd rubbed raw. Reyes's biting emotions shuddered through him. He turned from me, from us all, as wetness slipped past his lashes.

“We're okay,” I said, placing a hand on Osh's arm to reassure him. “We're okay.” I stepped to Reyes, and in a lightning-quick move, he grabbed hold of my arm. Not to hurt or scare me, but to slow time with me. In here, we could talk with no one the wiser.

“Why?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“I needed information from that man.”

“For a case?” he scoffed, and turned from me in disbelief. “You risked everything for a case?”