Living Nightmare (6 page)

And now she had to let that go. She had to push Nika away—block her out.

The Synestryn lord wanted Nika. She’d overheard him talking about it to the little girl who never grew up. They were planning on using Tori to lure Nika here.

Part of Tori wanted to let it happen. Her life would be so much nicer with her sister nearby, close enough to touch and see. But the rest of her remembered that there was a life outside these caves. That life had warmth and sunshine. On the good days, Tori could almost remember what the sun felt like.

Sunshine had been stolen from Tori, and she couldn’t let that same thing happen to Nika. She couldn’t repay her sister like that, so instead, she worked to distance herself. Instead of wishing for the touch of Nika inside her mind, she focused on something else when she felt that gentle brush of thoughts over hers. She would sing a song she remembered so loud it would echo off the stone walls, blocking out all else.

Slowly, she’d begun to build up barriers that kept Nika out. Tori was lonely and afraid more often than not, but at least her sister was still safe.

The footsteps grew louder. Tori scurried back into the tightest corner of her prison and tried to curl herself into a ball, but that had become impossible. The thing in her stomach had grown too big.

The Synestryn lord Zillah rounded the corner, making the blood in Tori’s veins ice over.

She hated him.

The things he’d done to her had been bad enough, but the blood he’d fed her over the years had changed her. She wasn’t sure what she was anymore, but whatever it was, it pleased him. Tori knew that meant it had to be bad, just like the thing in her stomach was bad.

Zillah’s fingers wrapped around the bars of her cage. They were set into the stone of the cave, trapping her in a dead end with no way to break free. She’d spent hours trying, but nothing had worked.

His fingers were too long, his skin too pale. And he was cold. Whenever he touched her, he sucked the heat from her body, feeding off of it until she shivered.

“How is our child?” he asked.

Tori refused to answer him. Anything she said would only make things worse. Of course, her silence angered him, too. She’d learned a long time ago that everything she did angered him.

His too-long finger crooked, the extra joint curling toward his palm as he motioned for her to come closer.

Tori stayed cowered in her corner. She didn’t want him to touch her again.

“Come here,” he said, his voice rising in anger.

Tori shook her head.

Zillah sneered and a scary light glowed behind his eyes. Slowly, Tori began to slide over the stone floor. The skin on one leg was scraped away before she could stand. Seconds later, a horde of bugs came skittering into her cell, feeding on the smear of blood left behind.

Tori didn’t stop moving until she was pressed hard against the cold bars. Zillah’s hand slithered around her leg, wiping away a drop of blood. He licked it from his fingers, his pointy tongue curling around to get every last bit.

Her stomach heaved with nausea, and she had to look away or get sick.

“You should take better care of yourself,” he told her, as if it had been her fault that she bled. “You’re going to need your strength. It’s almost time.”

“Time for what?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Time for our child to be born and for your sister to come into the fold. Maura and I have plans for her.”

Nika.

Just the thought of her name made their connection flare to life for a brief instant. She could feel Nika’s presence slide inside her mind, warm and comforting.

“That’s right,” said Zillah, his eyes brightening with anticipation. “Bring her to me.”

No. Tori wasn’t going to let him have her. She used every bit of control she’d learned and pushed Nika away, shoving her out of her mind. This time it worked. It didn’t always, because Nika was strong, but this time, Tori kept her away.

Zillah shook his head, his tongue clicking at her naughtiness. “You’ll bring her to me soon.”

His too-long fingers slid over her distended belly, sucking away all the heat from her skin. Beneath his hand, the thing inside her leaped as if it knew its father was nearby.

“I won’t,” vowed Tori.

Zillah just smiled at her. “You will. I promise. When the time comes, you’ll do anything to stop the pain. You won’t be able to help yourself.”

Fear curled around Tori, making her shiver. She knew what he meant. She’d heard some of the others that were kept here talk about it. Their whispers echoed off the cave walls, filling her head with visions of pain and blood. But the screams were the worst. She knew that when the thing inside her came out, it would hurt. It might kill her.

Before that happened, she needed to get rid of her connection to Nika completely. She didn’t trust herself not to reach out for Nika when the pain started.

Zillah’s hold on her body disappeared, and Tori spilled to the ground.

He turned and walked away, saying, “I’ll check on you later. It won’t be long now.”

Tori sat there, wrapping her arms around her the best she could. The shivers shaking her body would stop in a little while. She just had to hold on until then. Once she was warm enough to think straight, she’d figure out what to do. She’d come up with some kind of plan to keep Nika away.

And if she couldn’t, she’d find a way to kill herself before the pain started.

 

Zillah headed back to his quarters, savoring Tori’s warmth as it curled through his bloodstream. It would have been nice to stay longer and soak up more of her delicious heat, but it wasn’t safe for the child she carried. His child.

He was close to another success. He could feel it. Another day or two and he’d be able to hold his child in his arms and show him the world he would one day rule.

The only thing that put a damper on his good mood was Tori’s lack of cooperation. He sensed she was getting stronger and more able to resist calling out to her sister. Perhaps the child inside her gave her strength. He couldn’t be sure. What he did know was that if he didn’t bring Nika here, Maura was going to be unhappy.

The only thing that scared him more than death was Maura’s wrath.

As if his thoughts had summoned her, she stood waiting for him in front of his desk.

Maura’s blond hair was wild today—a snarled nest of tangles around her childish face. The tattered black clothes she wore were better suited to a street whore than the child she appeared to be. Not that Zillah would say a word. He knew better. Maura was no child, despite her appearance. She was older than he was by several lifetimes and had a kind of power he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Maura was deadly and Zillah respected it.

“Tell me,” she demanded.

Zillah moved around her, giving her a wide berth. If one of her visions hit and she began to flail around, he didn’t want to be near enough to her that she could touch him. He’d seen what happened to those she’d touched. Their deaths had been slow and painful.

“What would you like to know?” he asked, pretending ignorance.

“Has she convinced Nika to come to us?”

“No. But she will.”

“I want her,” said Maura with a pout. “I want Nika.”

“I know, and I told you I’d get her for you. Have patience.”

“I’ve been waiting for nine years. That’s long enough.” Her imperious tone set Zillah’s teeth on edge.

“It won’t be long now. Only a few days.”

Maura stomped her dainty foot. “Now, Zillah. I want her now, before she returns to the safety of Dabyr.”

Rather than backhand the brat, Zillah bowed low to cover the anger he knew was twisting his face. “As you wish, my lady. I’ll send some of my best warriors to fetch her for you.”

Placated, Maura smiled. “There. Was that so hard?”

Zillah did not dare answer that question. “If I may ask, why is she so important to you?”

“She’s not. Her mind is. I need to see how it works—how she controls the sgath.”

“I doubt she’ll ever agree willingly to aid us.”

Maura gave a delicate shrug. “She doesn’t have to be willing. If she won’t play nice, then I’ll rip her power from her and take it for my own.”

“You can do that?”

An eerie smile gradually stretched her Cupid’s-bow mouth. “I can. I’ve been practicing on your men.”

The implications of her statement hit Zillah like a falling tree. “You’re the one who’s been killing my elite troops.”

She took a step closer to him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Shock held his tongue captive for a bit too long. “Of course not. All I have is yours, should you wish it.”

“I’m glad you understand that.” She turned around in a swish of tattered black lace. “Call me when Nika’s here.”

Zillah had intended to meet Connal tonight for his monthly feeding, but he was going to have to make other plans. If his minions weren’t successful in finding Nika before she returned home, he needed to activate the contingency plan he had recently put in place.

With a thought, he summoned Canaranth to his office. His second-in-command stood silently inside the door, waiting for instructions.

Canaranth was taller than most of Zillah’s troops, taking after the human woman who had birthed him. His skin was as pale as the moon, and his hair was midnight black. His eyes had once been equally as dark, but had seemed to lighten over the years, which was odd, but not odd enough for Zillah to take up any precious time concerning himself about it.

“That boy I altered last fall. Is he still alive?”

“Yes. I met him at the mall last week after he sneaked out of Dabyr. He’s still rebelling at the confines of that place and the rules of the Sentinels, but our control on him has held.”

“Good. I think it’s time for him to be of use.”

Zillah wrote instructions on a piece of paper and handed it to Canaranth. “Attach this to Beth before you send her out to meet Connal. Send her with three guards. I don’t want to leave Tori so close to the birth.”

Canaranth bowed his head. “As you wish.”

M
adoc didn’t bother digging the hole big enough to open the casket; he simply dug a hole wide enough so that he could stand in it, bashed his way through the top of the casket, collected one of the bones, and left the rest alone.

“Is this enough?” he asked, holding up a small femur for Nika to see.

She sat huddled inside his coat at the edge of the grave. She nodded, reaching out for the bone, which she tucked inside the coat, hugging it close, nestled between her breasts.

Lucky fucking bone.

She scanned the woods nearby, keeping watch for unwanted company. “Tynan said he will probably be able to tell if there’s any relation between the body this bone came from and our family.”

Madoc climbed out of the hole and started filling it back in again. He was covered in dirt from head to toe, sweaty despite the cold wind, and cranky. He hadn’t done nearly enough killing or fucking tonight to suit him, making the pain behind his eyes throb and swell until it shoved its way down his throat and made it hard to breathe.

“I’m sure they’ll tell you whatever you want to hear if you let them have your blood,” he said.

“I need their honesty.”

Madoc snorted. “Good luck with that.”

Dawn was only an hour or so away, and by the time it got here, Madoc needed to have them out of the cemetery before the human police came by and started asking questions. If he was lucky, he could drop Nika off at Dabyr and be plowing some whore before lunchtime. The white wig he paid his hookers to wear was in the back of his truck, ready to go.

“You believe me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Believe what?”

“That Tori is still alive.”

“I believe you believe it. Course, you’re fucked in the head, so what do you know?”

“She won’t let me in.”

Madoc tossed another shovelful of dirt into the grave. “She won’t let you in where?”

“Her thoughts. She’s keeping me out even though I know she’s afraid.” Nika looked up at him, her blue eyes bright with concern.

Something deep inside Madoc swelled as he watched her. It made him feel full and whole even as it threatened to make him burst apart. He had no idea what it was about her that did that, but it didn’t seem to go away.

He wished like hell he could find a way to make it stop, that he could find a way to fix what was broken inside her so he could stop worrying about her.

He couldn’t do either, so he offered the only explanation that came to mind. “Maybe she doesn’t want to scare you.”

Nika cocked her head to the side and her white hair fell forward, caressing her cheek. The urge to reach out and slide it back behind her ear was nearly overwhelming. Madoc had to grip the shovel tight to keep his dirty hands where they belonged.

“I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe you’re right. I’m going to talk to her about it.”

“How?” asked Madoc, but it was too late.

Nika lay down, and like a switch was flipped, she was gone. Her body went limp, her eyes rolled back into her head, and all the life slipped from her, leaving her looking fake and plastic, like a mannequin.

A surge of panic caught Madoc off guard, slamming into his gut until he couldn’t breathe. “Nika?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t so much as twitch.

Madoc dropped the shovel and scrambled to get to her. He pressed his fingers to the side of her neck, frantic to feel a pulse. He left smudges of dirt on her pale skin, but beneath his index finger, he felt the beat of her heart, strong and steady.

Her chest lifted, shifting the leather of his jacket. She was breathing.

He pulled her into his arms and held her against his body, rocking her. He flung his thanks out into the universe, letting whoever was in charge hear it. He didn’t much believe in God, but if there was one, the fact that Nika was alive after all she’d been through was about as close to proof as he could imagine.