The Shadow of Mist (10 page)

“Then we haul ass to the hospital,” Camille said as Smoky quietly nodded and let go of my hands. “Because you know damned well Terrance is going to be down there, looking to finish what he started. He's not going to wait for us.”

As I hustled back to the bedroom to change and make a quick call to work to let them know that Mitch had been hurt and I wouldn't be in, I stopped to pick up a picture on the nightstand.

Mitch and me
, standing at the edge of the Pacific over in Ocean Shores. The dunes were shifting with the wind that day as the waves rolled in to crash along the beach. That was the day when everything fell into place. That was the day when I told him we could finally plan on being together forever.

Mitch was flying a kite, laughing as he ran. The kite—a chimera—had taken him four weeks to build and now the winds tossed it around like so much wrapping paper. But he was having fun, and I was videotaping him, waiting for just the right moment to tell him my news.

He came racing up to me, and dropped in the sand, slowly beginning to reel in the kite as the stiff breeze dropped and the sun began to warm up the chilled air. I opened the basket and spread out our picnic—thick tuna sandwiches, freshly sliced cucumbers, potato chips and pickles, and a cherry pie.

“What, no wine?” Mitch anchored the kite so it wouldn't blow away. He leaned back in the sand, shading his eyes as he stared out at the ocean. “Shall we go swimming later?” He pointed to his pack. “I brought my suit; did you bring yours?”

I nodded softly and handed him a paper plate with one of the sandwiches on it. “Yes, as long as nobody sees us
change
. But eat first. And no, I didn't bring any wine. I did bring sparkling cider. I just felt . . . I don't feel like alcohol right now, you know?”

With a shrug, he accepted the plate and piled it high with chips and cucumbers. “Not a problem. But you brought cookies, right?”

The hopeful note in his voice made me laugh. Mitch was a sucker for anything with peanut butter. “Yes, I brought some fresh peanut butter cookies along with the pie. They're in the cooler.”

We ate slowly, listening to the mournful call of the gulls as they swirled around our heads. Seabirds knew we weren't human; they could sense our connection to the Ocean Mother and they flocked to our side, waiting for us to recognize them as allies, as compatriots. I'd never figured out the connection, but it didn't matter. We liked the gulls and they liked us.

I pulled out a spare loaf of bread and began tearing it up, tossing the chunks to the birds, who immediately swarmed the crumbs, ignoring all sense of propriety.

Mitch laughed and sat up. “They sure like people.” “No, they like
food
,” I said, closing my eyes against the warmth of the sun as it played along my face, kissing me softly with its rays. “Mitch, I have some news—and I want you to really listen to me.”

He dropped the book he'd picked up and turned to me, wrapping his arms around his knees as he brought them to his chest. “What is it, love?”

I took a deep breath. This was it. Make or break time. “You know how the Pod keeps trying to break us up since I can't get pregnant?”

“Oh gods,” he said, groaning. “Not again—what have they done now?”

With a soft smile, I said, “Nothing.”

“Then what?”

“They can't touch us now. I'm pregnant. I found out yesterday—Sharah checked me out and—”

I couldn't get another word out because Mitch tossed his plate away and leapt up, pulling me to my feet. He danced me around, covering my face with kisses. His lips were soft against my skin and I melted into his embrace, listening to his giddy laughter.

“My Siobhan, my love, is it true? You're sure?” He pushed me away, to arm's length, holding me by the shoulders and staring into my eyes. He looked afraid, as if I might suddenly tell him it was all a joke.

“I'd never lie about something like this, not even in jest. It's true. I'm pregnant, and I'm going to have a little girl. I'm only a couple months along, but Sharah said the pregnancy has taken hold, and everything's going along just fine.” I started to cry. “Now they can't take you away from me. The Pod can't tell you to leave me and take a new lover.”

He stopped then, and tipped my chin up to gaze at me. “Siobhan, I don't care what the Pod says. Either way. I'd leave them before I'd give you up. I thought you knew that. You're my soul mate, my love.”

Sniffling—whether it was the way he said it, or the hormones, I wasn't sure—I nodded and wiped my nose on a paper towel. “I know . . . I know you said that but when push comes to shove . . .”

“When push comes to shove, I shove back. I'm thrilled you're pregnant. I wanted this, too, but I want you most of all. And nothing would make me leave if you were truly infertile. Not the Pod, not my parents, not the Ocean Mother herself.”

And then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. “I was waiting to show you this—to see if we'd have to run away from the Pod first. But now there's nothing they can do to stop me. Siobhan Morgan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and mate?”

As he opened the box, an emerald-cut aquamarine inset in platinum shimmered under the sun. Seafoam trapped in a crystal. I gasped as he slid it onto my finger. “Please, please say yes.”

“You know the answer to that already, Mitchell Childs. You know the answer.” And then, with no one else on the beach, he laid me down on the blanket and made love to me by the ocean's side.

“Siobhan? Siobhan? Are you ready?”

I glanced up to find Camille standing at my door, hesitantly peeking in. I was dressed, but had been lost in the memory of that day. Mitch, my life and soul, who would have left his family and home for me. Mitch, who would have given up being a parent because he loved me so much. And now he was lying in a hospital bed, in danger because of a cruel and vicious man from my past.

“I'm ready,” I said, gathering my purse and keys. I checked to make sure the stove was off and slid on a warm jacket. “Let's go find Terrance. I don't want the sun to set again while he's still alive.”

Camille gave me the thumbs up. “You've got it, babe. You've got it.”

We drove to the hospital in two cars. I went with Camille and Smoky in Camille's Lexus, while Delilah and Iris went together in Delilah's Jeep. I was wearing a pair of maternity jeans and a loose top, so at least I could move if I had to. I wasn't at the waddling stage yet, but I was starting to show and my regular clothes were all a little too snug for comfort now.

As the buildings passed by in a blur, I sucked in a deep breath. Amazing what sorrow twenty-four hours could bring. Amazing what panic a phone call could presage. The thought of trying to hide in today's world was terrifying. In 1907, I blended into the crowd and vanished. That luxury didn't exist today. I had to stay close to the coastlines, which cut out a lot of hiding places.

The day was overcast as usual, but the sun was trying to break through and I regarded it with suspicion. Right now I wanted the cloud cover and the fog, anything to make me feel less exposed.

“So what, we just watch Mitch?” I finally asked.

“No, we slip a webcam in his room and the rest of us watch from another part of the hospital while you stay with him, making for two tempting targets in one place. Either we can set it up or Chase can, your choice.” Camille swerved to avoid the remnants of a tire on the road and smoothly shifted lanes to take the next exit, which would lead us to the hospital.

“Not Chase. He'd try to take Terrance into custody. And I don't want Terrance in custody.” I glanced at the back of her head, and she looked at me through the rearview mirror. “We do this ourselves, if you're still willing.”

Camille nodded. Another ten minutes and we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

She turned around in her seat. “Listen, Delilah is going to install the webcam, but she'll be coming in dressed as a nurse. Terrance would probably recognize me, and there's no way anybody could overlook Smoky, so we're going to sneak in a different way.”

She didn't say just how they were planning on doing so, and I had the feeling it was on a need to know basis.

I nodded. “What about me?”

“You go in, in plain sight. You head to Mitch's room and you sit with him. If anybody else is in there—from the Pod or his parents—somehow, you encourage them to leave. Delilah will be in shortly but don't act like you know her.”

Camille let out a long sigh. “Terrance will probably strike during the night, and probably soon, since he knows we're onto him. We need the hospital to agree to let you stay with Mitch. Being his fiancée, that shouldn't be too hard for you to arrange. Tell them that last night, you were too distraught over his injuries and your doctor made you stay home, but that you can't stand being away from him tonight.”

I slipped out of the car and grabbed my purse. As I swung the door shut, I whispered a quick, “Thank you. For everything.”

They waved me off and I headed toward the hospital.

I didn't have much trouble convincing the nurses and Mitch's Otherworld doctor that I needed to stay with him. In fact, his doctor thought it would be a good idea.

“The surgery on his arm went just fine, but at this point, we still don't know how much use he'll recover. The bone was shattered and his arm is full of pins. To be honest, I haven't the faintest idea of how that will affect him when he shifts into selkie form. For now, he needs your comfort and support.”

The elfin doctor flipped through Mitch's chart as he walked us into the room, his footsteps making no noise on the sparkling linoleum. “He's still very groggy from the pain medication and surgery, but he'll know you're here. He seemed disturbed last night, as if he was afraid of something.”