Rhyn's Redemption (6 page)

“You mean the assassin you sent to kill my mate? Not sure we can be friends after that.”

“Katie.”

“Already dead. And you can have my brothers right now.  I’ll give you the order I prefer you to kill them in,” Rhyn said.

“There are factors at play I cannot share with you,” Death said. “You would risk destroying this world and every human in it?”

Rhyn smiled.

“Of course. You’re a half-demon. It is not in your nature to care for anything beyond you,” she said, frown deepening.

“You took everything I cared about,” he growled. “If I can destroy everything to spite you, I will.”

“I am not your enemy!”

“I don’t care.” His anger growing at the petite woman who’d taken Andre, Katie and Gabe from him, Rhyn stalked towards the door.

“Then I will grant you a favor.”

He stopped at her words, surprised.

“One favor from a deity of unimaginable power,” she said. “In exchange for four days.”

“Katie,” he said instantly.

“Done,” she replied just as fast.

Rhyn turned to face her. “Alive, not her body or pieces of her or anything twisted.”

“She will be as she was before she walked into the ocean.”

Speechless, Rhyn’s heart flip-flopped at the prospect of seeing his mate again.

“Do we have a deal?” Death asked.

“Yes,” he forced himself to say. “But if you trick me, if the fourth day comes and Katie isn’t alive, I’ll wipe out everything and hunt you down.”

“Agreed.”

Part of him rejoiced while another part of him thought the boon was too easily won from the creature before him.  There had to be a catch.  Death wouldn’t agree to anything so easily.  He found himself wishing for the advice of Andre or Kris, men smart where he was brash.  She said nothing else and Rhyn turned away, striding out of the chamber.

Sensing demons in the upcoming halls, he replaced his hood and stepped from the stairwell leading to the basement into the hall on the main floor.  Half a dozen demons paced the corridor, three dressed as scouts like he was.  Rhyn made his way through his half-brethren, once again getting an idea of how many were there. He wasn’t about to believe Death until he saw Katie for himself.  A minute after midnight on the fourth day, if Katie wasn’t standing beside him, he’d need the knowledge of where to set off the atomic bomb within him.

He ascended two floors to the hallway where Kris’s supplies had been stocked.  He recalled how hard it could be taking care of a helpless creature like Katie or Toby.  He strode to the chamber that had served as a department store full of clothing to Kris’s Immortals.  Not surprised to find the chamber ransacked, he sifted through the remaining clothing on the floor.  He guessed Toby’s size and stuffed a bag with a few items before going to the food supplies. Demons didn’t eat human food, and the storage area was virtually untouched.  Rhyn grabbed several cans and packages of foodstuffs then left.

The forest was growing dark when he reached the tree to find the angel sitting in front of a dead fire, shaking with cold.

“You couldn’t add wood to the fire?” Rhyn asked, irritated by the helpless creature.

“I tried,” Toby chattered.

Rhyn started the fire again and sat beside Toby.  He handed him the bag of clothing and food.  Toby withdrew the clothing skeptically.

“Are these women’s clothes?”

Rhyn looked at the articles of clothing the angel held up, unconcerned.

“The coat is pink and there are purple hearts on the sweater,” Toby said. “I think I’d rather freeze to death.”

“It’d make my life easier.”

The angel sighed, dumped out the food and sorted through it.  He held out a can finally and Rhyn took it.

“Can’t open it,” Toby said.

Rhyn ripped it open with his teeth and handed it back.

“So what’s the plan?” the angel asked. “Are we raiding the castle?”

“Soon,” Rhyn replied, dwelling on his conversation with Death.

“Thank you, Rhyn.  I expected you to abandon me.  Kris says you don’t know how to care for anyone else and Hannah said -”

“Fuck them.”

“Yeah, fuck them. They were mean to Mama,” Toby said. “Can I tell Kris to go fuck himself when I see him again?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“I know you don’t want me here, but I’m glad I came.  I like you best of all, Rhyn.  Maybe I should call you Dad.  Or Pops or Father.”

“What?” Rhyn demanded.

“You’re Mama’s mate.  Do you like Pops better?”

“If you call me any of those things, I’ll hang you upside down from this tree and watch you starve.”

“You should get used to it, though, Pops.  What’ll you do when your daughter is born?”

“Daughter?” Rhyn echoed. “Katie’s …”
dead
. At least, she was for another four days. If Death kept her word, Katie would be back. “How do you know Katie will be alive in four days?”

“Really, Rhyn? You think she’s dead?” Toby asked and rolled his eyes. “She’s alive now.  I told Kris and Hannah the same thing.  No one listens to me.”

“I’m listening now.”

“I’m her guardian,” the angel said. He puffed himself up, the scrawny body of a juvenile who hadn’t thought to carry more wood to a dying fire. “If she was dead-dead, I’d have to have a new human, but I don’t.  Kris wanted me to
choose
a new one, but I – “

“Where is she?”

“Probably stuck in the Immortal underworld,” Toby said with a shrug. “She’s not in the mortal world.  I’m sure Gabriel will take care of her. He knows his way around the underworld.  I’m old enough to start to access the angel memories.  But I don’t know if this has ever happened before.”

“He’d have to defy Death to keep a human alive in her domain,” Rhyn said, considering. The histories of humanity – and Immortals – were passed down from angel-to-angel in the form of memories.  He’d heard them mentioned before but didn’t know much about angels. “No wonder the bitch agreed to my terms.”

“Who?”

“Death.  She told me I couldn’t destroy the world for four days and offered me Katie’s life in exchange.”

Toby snorted a laugh. “Uncle Kris is right.  You are more brawn than brains, Pops.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“But I’m not done –“

Rhyn snatched the open can of food and flung it into the forest.  Toby stared at him then took his pink coat and crawled deeper into the little cave.  Rhyn stretched out on his back next to the fire, his mind puzzling over the angel’s words.  However much he tried to focus on what it was Death had agreed to, he couldn’t escape his mixed emotions or one errant thought.

Daughter.

He was doomed any way he looked at things.

Chapter Four

Katie had barely closed her eyes when Gabriel shook her awake.

“We need to move,” he whispered. “Quickly.”

She pushed herself up, reaching into a pocket for a food and water cube.  Gabriel took her arm and pulled her to her feet.  She nearly choked on the cubes and swallowed them whole, struggling to keep up with the death-dealer as he darted into the forest.

“Did someone find us?” she asked.

“Yes.  Not sure how, but we’re going straight out of the forest.”

“Thank god!” she said. “I’m so sick of the forest.”

“Couldn’t agree more.  As fast as you can, Katie.  Things are looking bad.”

The forest was soon filled with the sound of pursuers.  Katie needed no further encouragement.  She pulled her arm free and ran behind Gabriel as he kept to the invisible path.  A shadow caught her attention.  She glanced over and froze, tripping.

Andre ran beside them a short distance away. He stopped when she did, never looking at her.

“Gabe!” she said and pointed.

He hauled her up with a glance in the direction she indicated.

“I see – “

“Katie, quiet!” the assassin ordered, body bristling with tension. “Follow this path until you reach a stream.  Follow the stream towards the smaller moon.  I’ll catch up with you.  Whatever you do, don’t leave the stream.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta take care of whatever found us.” He tucked another dagger into her pocket. “Kill anything that gets near you.  And don’t feed the trees.”

“What is it with you and the damn –“

“Run. Now.”

His shove almost drove her to her knees again.  She steadied herself and looked up in time to see him disappear into the jungle.  Fear made her heart pound.  The strange path he’d been following appeared ahead of her, revealing itself only a few steps at a time.  She started at a walk and quickened to a jog, making sure the path wouldn’t close and trip her.  The path kept up with her, and she ran.

The phantom of Andre appeared to her right again, keeping pace with her.  She slowed to draw a heavy knife.  It slowed with her. She sped up, and so did the creature.  Katie stopped fast.  The shadow Immortal stopped with her. This time, it faced her and pointed into another direction.  It beckoned for her to follow and turned around, starting off in the direction he indicated.

Katie hesitated then continued onto the path Gabriel had told her to follow.  She didn’t know what the creature was.  He looked like Andre, but Andre was dead-dead, which meant the creature following them was something else.

Shivering, she began to run again on the trail.  She heard the fast moving stream long before she reached it and paused to catch her breath on its bank. The water looked … black in the moonlight.  She took a step back and looked up towards the moons.  As Gabriel indicated, one moon was lower than the other. In the distance, she heard the sounds of both fighting and pursuit.

Still breathless, Katie forced herself onward along the stream’s rocky bank. The sounds of fighting grew faint and then disappeared.  The stream wound through the jungle until it reached a small waterfall that fed into a massive lake whose black surface reflected the stars and moon.  Katie slid down the hill beside the waterfall to the lake’s edge, uncertain what to do.  Gabriel hadn’t mentioned the stream ending or the lake.

Andre appeared before her suddenly, and she stopped.  The phantom looked at her then past her.  Katie glanced back without seeing anything.  The phantom had moved when her gaze returned to where he had been.  He stood a short distance away, pointed to a small hollow in a tree then took up a protective position several feet away, watching the way she’d come.

There was no way she was sleeping tonight, even if she didn’t feel any threat from the phantom.  She definitely didn’t feel safe without Gabriel there.  She hesitated before going to where the ghost indicated, not wanting to continue without Gabe.  Popping a food cube, Katie huddled in the hollow of the tree and waited.

Rhyn was alone on the island sanctuary in his dreams and awoke to the feeling that his magic had slipped even more from its binding.  His body was hot from the inside out despite the cold rain falling in the forest.  The fire had died overnight.  He pushed the waterproof cloak off him.

Toby was gone.

Rhyn rose and crossed to the small cave, peering into its depths. Toby’s backpack was there along with his pink coat.  Rhyn straightened, angry at himself for not hearing the boy leave.  A flash of purple caught his eye through the trees, and he loped through the forest. Toby’s purple sweater, streaked with foul-smelling angel blood, was strung across a low branch.

“He’s in Hell, with our kind.” Darkyn’s quiet voice made Rhyn tense. The demon lord materialized from the surrounding trees.

“What do you want with Toby?” Rhyn demanded.

“It has a name? Interesting.  The angel is a guest.  As long as you do what I want, he’ll remain unharmed.”

“You’re the second
thing
that’s tried to use the angel to bargain with me.  Take him. Eat him.”

“I’ll call your bluff,” Darkyn said. “You don’t bring something food and clothing if you don’t care if it dies.  If you want it –
Toby -
to live, come to the castle this evening after dark falls.  We have matters to discuss.  Bring Kris.  If you want the angel to die then stay right here.”

Rhyn clenched his fists.  Darkyn said nothing else and walked away, disappearing into the morning shadows of the forest.  Rhyn felt fevered.  His power was leaking out of his body, killing the plants around him.  He grappled to control what he could, aware he would soon not have that option.