Suddenly Sam (The October Trilogy) (20 page)

Logan glanced up at Meagan and the others. Obviously, their spell hadn’t worked. Mr. Lehrer was still a goblin. Alec was still dead and in Dom’s body.

The portal was opening now; it grew steadily larger, spreading from the size of an apple to the size of a baseball bat. Within a minute, it would be large enough to do its job, sending everyone where it felt they needed to go.

And it would be
too late.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Bring it!” Alec bellowed, throwing his hands out at his sides. Logan’s stomach knotted. She felt sick. Alec seemed determined to bait Sam, and if Sam hurt Alec, anything he did to him, he would be doing to Dominic. Dom had been through enough.

“What more can you possibly do to me, you son of a bitch?” Alec hissed. “Set me against my best friend? Make me threaten to burn him
alive at the stake? Oh no wait! You
did
that already!”

Logan and the others watched in silence, caught up in the
debacle Alec was making.

“Maybe you’ll get me
all shot up by the cops! Oh, never mind! Did that already too!” Alec pretended to think a moment, and it was surreal for Logan, because as far as she knew, Dominic had never behaved this way in his life. “You could turn me into a
ghost
!
That
would show me! And
then
you could bribe me out of my pain to get me to betray more people! And then you could even have me invade the body of the same best friend I threatened to burn to death earlier and without even meaning to, turn
him
into a
vampire!
”

Alec began to chuckle
, his fangs gleaming menacingly. “Silly me,” he said, shaking his head. “Looks like you’ve done it all.”

After a moment, he
stopped laughing, grew serious, and straightened. His tone lowered. “So hit me with your best shot, asshole. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Logan’s mind worked overtime. She had maybe –
maybe
– one last shot at setting everything right. It was a long shot. It was a long shot’s long shot, in fact, and she didn’t really know why she bothered placing any faith in it.

Desperation, maybe. That’s what you did when there was nothing else left.

The field grew ominously quiet before Sam at last spoke, and his words carried across the dead and the roses like an echo of doom.

“Kill them all.”

Logan felt the command as if she’d been hit in the chest with it.

She had
Ciara’s knowledge, so she knew there was only one being capable of taking a life in October Land. That was Sam. The Harvesters were an extension of their master. They’d been created by him, and they were a part of him. If their orders were to kill, then that was what they would do.

Logan placed her hands behind her back. In one hand, she held the thorny stem of a rose, and with careful, painful determination that
she never would have guessed she had, she pressed that thorn into her undamaged palm, drawing an agonizing line with it across her unmarred flesh.

In the distance, the Harvesters began to change. One after another, they bent low, hunched over, or
curled into themselves. There, they crackled and morphed, expanding in shape and form to take on wings, claws, and fangs. Their gray bodies hardened into stone. Their burning eyes grew larger and brighter. A few of them threw back their heads, howling like wolves and growling like demons, the sound like a mix between earthquakes, train whistles, and bansidhes.

Logan concentrated on them,
partly because she wanted to take her mind off the pain of what she was doing, and partly because she couldn’t look away. The Harvesters shed their clothing to reveal familiar, monstrous forms the likes of which she’d seen perched on medieval buildings in the photos of her history books, but thirty times larger.

Gargoyles
, she realized.
Real ones.

Logan
ripped her gaze from the impossible spectacle to glance up the hill at Meagan and the others. She, Lehrer, and Draper were casting spells. Logan could tell by the different colored auras surrounding the witch and wizards, the sparkling in the air around their hands, and the slight movement to their lips. Katelyn, a little further down the hill, had once more broken into a run toward Logan.

No one was holding back any more. There was no hesitation.

Off to the side, growing steadily bigger with each passing second, was the portal that would end everything one way or another.

Logan thought fast. She needed to get to Meagan. It was essential. She
finished what she was doing, dropped the thorny stem, and looked back up at Sam.

He had been watching her.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. His beautiful eyes scorched white hot and icy cold, searing a hole through her and into her soul, pinning her to the spot. Those eyes remained on her as the Harvesters beside him one by one leapt into the air and flapped their massive, stony wings. Logan could feel the blast of air created by those wings all the way across the field.

Three gargoyles shot toward Alec, who covered his head with his arms. Logan cried out, thinking only of Dominic. Another two g
argoyles headed toward Katelyn, and the rest raced through the air with a vengeance, moving toward the three spell casters at the top of the hill.

Logan broke into a run toward Dom. It didn’t matter that he was possessed by Alec or that he’d been turned into a vampire. He was still Dominic Maldovan, and those gargoyles were going to rip him to shreds.

But she’d only managed three striding steps before her path was blocked, and she was skidding to a halt to find herself face to face with the Lord of the Dead.

“You still wish
to defy me?” he asked her softly. Calmly.

Logan’s heart pounded so hard, so loud, she would have thought she’d never lost any
blood to Alec’s bite. But then, wounds healed in October Land. Maybe her blood
was
replenished.

“Ye
s,” she said, meaning it. “I do!”

Sam took a step toward her, cutting the space between them in half. “I will destroy your friends, Logan. I will allow your family to mourn in loss and pain. I will
allow my children to tear your love apart with their bare hands.”

I have to get to Meagan
, she thought desperately.

“And yet
,” Sam continued, “you would prefer this to spending eternity at my side?”

A light went on in Logan’
s head as if someone had flipped a switch. She looked Sam in the eyes and straightened. She licked her lips. She heard the portal crackling, the spells being cast, she heard Dom and Katelyn fighting back, and she thought of Ciara and the castle on the cliff and of time and how long it lasted.

She saw herself in Mabel’s mirror, resplendent in a dress that had been made only for her. And everything in that glass reflected the woman she had longed to be her entire life. It was the woman she dreamed of being, the woman her soul was marked to become. She’d become a queen in that moment.

Samhain’s
queen.

And no matter how afraid she had been, how confused and lost
and even guilty she had felt, there had been a very big part of her that accepted it. Only too readily.

Logan thought of this now, of the masquerade and the bonfire, of the Orchards with their sweet, crisp apples, and of the Forest with its endless display of amber and ruby hues. She thought of the Patches – row upon row of
waiting pumpkins that she had yet to even explore.

Orange. It had always been the color of happiness to Logan.

Halloween had always been a part of her.

In a whisper that no mortal could have heard, Logan said, “No.”

The world
around them immediately slowed down, time took a step back, and everything was cast into a dimension of nearly stopped movement. It grew quiet in that slow moving stillness.

“No,” Logan
repeated softly. “I wouldn’t.” A pulse in time. “I surrender.”

Chapter Thirty

Rather than
wait for him to close the remaining distance between them, Logan took that step herself.

For the first time since she had met Samhain, the indomitable Lor
d of the Dead looked at her with something other than domination in his eyes. There was more there than conquest and desire. Now he looked at her as if she were his salvation. They looked at her with helplessness. They pleaded with her.

H
is lips parted, his expression uncertain.

He’s vulnerable
, she realized.
This means everything to him.
And she understood why. She could see things from his side now. The problem was, he had yet to see things from hers.

The world continued to wait.

She could feel her wounds healing as she stood there, speaking from the heart and yet planning with her mind. She only hoped that the one wound she had so painstakingly created would not heal before she could use it.

“I surrender,
Samhain,” she said. “I will join you as your queen.”

The
universe pricked its ears. All of October Land turned to regard her, as if it wasn’t sure it had heard her correctly.

But she’d said it – and it
was a promise she meant to keep.

Logan had a soul shaped like a jack-o’-lantern. It hung from a great tree and burned ever bright.
She would never be fully happy or entirely complete in the world from which she’d come. There would always be something missing, some part of her that remembered this place – and the man who ruled its gates and the kingdom beyond.

After what felt like a short eternity,
Sam closed his silver burning eyes.

The gr
ound beneath Logan’s feet rumbled, as if it absorbed her promise and stored it in its memory forever.

It was done.
There would be no escape now. Not for her. Not in the long run.

But there must be for her friends. Because after all they had done for her, the least she could do was see that they left October Land alive.

And if she could get to Meagan before her hand healed, there was still hope for something for her as well – for the
short
run.

“But you must stop this now,” she dema
nded, gesturing to the slow-motion mayhem that was spread across Fall Fields. Katelyn was ducking beneath an impending onslaught by two fierce gargoyles. Dominic’s arms were in the clawed grasps of two other gargoyles, who seemed about to rip him limb from limb. And the trio of spell casters on the hill stood with arms outstretched, eyes wide, magic circling and crackling against the dozen Harvesters who had flown toward them with evil, deadly intent.

Sam’s eyes opened, pulsing with light and power. But he said nothing.

Logan went on. “You
must
stop this,” she repeated. “And allow me to speak with them one last time before they return to their home.”

“Their home,” Sam repeated
softly – so softly. And then he exhaled in what Logan knew was hard, long-earned relief. For if she was calling it
their
home, then it meant she no longer considered it to be hers.

He waited another moment, and everything and everyone was forced to wait with him. And then there was a sudden flash, bright and white
and all encompassing.

When it faded, Logan was standing beside
Meagan, Lehrer, and Draper.

Time returned to normal, the gargoyles came screeching in, and Logan ducked instinctively.

Samhain spun toward the gargoyle Harvesters and held up his hand, arm outstretched, eyes flashing. The gargoyles came to a fast, wind-flapping halt all across the Fields.

Logan took her chance. This was it. It was now or never.

She turned toward Meagan just as Meagan was realizing that Logan was standing beside her when she hadn’t been half a second earlier.

“Logan!”
Meagan cried.

“Meagan,
read this!
” Logan held up her hand, the one on which she had so carefully and tortuously carved the spell – the single word – she hoped would set everything right. She could have carved it into her sleeve or torn it into the skirt of her gown, but as Ciara’s soul had taught her, the most powerful magic required blood. It required sacrifice.

Sam turned back around
. Meagan looked at Logan questioningly.

“Read it!
Now!
” Logan cried.

“What are you –” Sam began
, but he stopped mid-sentence when Logan pressed her other hand to his chest.

“NOW
!”

Something must have clicked for Meagan, because her gaze focused on Logan’s hand, where a single thorn had cruelly carved a three letter word. The blood was dry and the wound was closing, but th
e letters were clear, puffy, raw and red.