Windfall (45 page)

It hit a broken chunk of concrete and flew into the air, flipping uncontrollably. I covered my head, uselessly, and saw Cherise do the same . . .

The world stopped.

Breathless.

 

I felt Jonathan die, and it was a terrible thing, like every mouth in the world opening to scream. The fabric of things unraveled, and time twisted on its axis, and the sky went black and red and gold and green and a color that should only exist on the aetheric, but the aetheric was burning, everything was burning at levels that could never catch fire because
this shouldn't happen
. . . .

And the storm died with him.

Nothing just
stops,
of course; the wind kept blowing and the waves kept surging ahead of it, but I felt the sentient black anguish of that hurricane extinguish itself in a blaze of heart-destroying sorrow, and time skipped two beats for a period of mourning, and then . . .

 

. . . then Eladio Delgado's Hummer slammed to the ground two feet to the left of the Mustang, rolled, and exploded into flame so hot that I felt it on the passenger side of the car, through layers of steel and glass.

Cherise, screaming, hit the gas and got us the hell out. We skidded wildly, pushed around by the wind, but made it to the road.

I looked back and saw the windowless, shattered outline of the Testosterone Towers shivering and swaying in the wind. Not quite breaking, but almost.

Over the ocean, the black clouds slowed down their manic swirl, and while the rain kept lashing, the winds slowly decreased in speed.

Cherise drove too fast, skidding around debris and wrecks, trembling like a leaf. I didn't stop her. I was listening to the silence on the aetheric.

I'd never felt anything like this before, this . . . absence.

“Stop,” I said suddenly. Cherise didn't seem to hear me. I lunged and grabbed for the steering wheel; she hit the brakes and fought me, but we somehow got the Mustang safely pulled over to the side of the road. Gale-force winds continued to shudder the car. “Stay here,” I said, and got out.

My legs almost folded, but I found that inner core of strength David had always told me I had, and crossed the slick, hurricane-buckled surface of the road to what had once been the beach. More ocean than sand, now. Blue-white foam. Not really water, not really air; you could drown in it but never sink.

I'd lost my shoes somewhere. My feet sank deep into wet sand, and I kept walking, unsteady, wandering left and then right.

I saw the Djinn standing in the surf. Ashan, looking gray as death. Inhuman. Alice in her wet pinafore, with long golden hair whipped straight by the wind. Rahel, on her knees in the foam, staring out to sea.

Dozens of them.

Then hundreds, forming in whispers of mist and fog and ocean, all staring out to sea.

I felt the heat move through me, and went to my knees, too. Moaned and pitched forward on my hands, panting against the pressure.

Something was talking. Something huge. I couldn't understand it, only feel it, and humans weren't made to contain this kind of emotion. I wanted to scream, and laugh, and die. In a blinding rush I
knew;
I knew what it was all about, I knew love in its most intense, furious, burning form, and it was like nothing I had ever felt, even as a Djinn.

All around me, the Djinn were lifting up their heads, staring at the sky. Eyes closed. Drinking in the flood of light and love.

And then it ended, and I felt empty, so very empty.

Someone came walking out of the surf, naked and golden and beautiful, and he wasn't David anymore, not my David, he was something more.

On the aetheric, he was a white-hot star, and everything,
everything
linked to him. Every Djinn. Every Warden. The network clicked into place and began to hum with power, vast and intense.

Jonathan was dead.

And David had become the linchpin in his place.

He staggered and went down in the water, and Ashan and Rahel leaped forward, taking his arms, dragging him out onto the shore. I got to my feet but didn't move toward them, because something in me told me . . . it wasn't right. Not anymore.

When he got up, David was dressed and steady. He looked the same as he always had, on the surface, but what was underneath was hugely different.

As he looked at me, I saw eternity in his eyes. They were black, swirling with galaxies and energy.

He came to me and crouched down. Not touching me, except with the force of his emotion. “I'm sorry,” he told me softly. “I'm so sorry. I wish things were different, Jo.”

All the Djinn turned to look at me, and I felt the force of their stares. All those inhuman eyes. All that power, back in their own hands.

Something was very, very wrong.

I heard that murmur again, echoing on a level that I couldn't hear or understand, only feel.

David reached out, but his hand stopped a few inches from my skin. There was a vast distance between us, a gulf neither of us could reach across. “Tell the Wardens that the Djinn can't be owned anymore. That agreement died with Jonathan. It's a new world now.”

I swallowed hard. I could feel the difference on the aetheric, a silvery vibration that was growing stronger. Like a gigantic, slow heartbeat.

“What's happening?”

He glanced up, as if he could see what I was feeling. “She's coming awake.”

“Who's coming awake?”

His black eyes came down to meet mine again. “The Mother.
Our
Mother.
Your
Mother.”

Earth.

“Is that . . .” I was really afraid to ask. “That's not good, is it.”

“Not for you,” he said. “I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't protect you, not from her.”

Something changed in that whisper. A red thread of anger in the silver pulse. David's eyes swirled from black to crimson, then back again.

Rahel's, too.

And Ashan's.

“You need to tell the Wardens,” David said. “You need to tell them that she's dreaming, but the dream is ending. She's going to be very—”

His eyes turned entirely red.

“Angry,” he said. “She's already angry, even in her dreams. We don't have any choice. We belong to her now.”

I stumbled back. He didn't move to attack. None of them did, but I could feel the pulse of menace, pounding faster.

“Run,” David told me softly. “Tell the Wardens. Tell them they need to stop her. Stop us before it's too late. Before she wakes up all the way.”

“How?” Because I had no idea, none at all, how any group of Wardens, no matter how powerful, could begin to fight the Djinn, much less the Earth itself. It was just . . . impossible. “David!
How?
”

“RUN!”
he screamed.

I felt his control shatter with a sound like breaking crystal, and stumbled backward from what I saw in his eyes.

A hand closed around my arm and jerked me upright. Not David. Not Rahel. Not Ashan. I didn't know this Djinn. She had waist-length, glossy black hair falling in waves; she had burnished golden skin and eyes like the sun.

“Stop staring and
run,
” she yelled, and shoved me to the car.

We ran. Behind us, hundreds of Djinn closed in on us like a silent, deadly pack of hounds. My savior practically threw me into the car, leaped in the passenger door and screamed at Cherise,
“DRIVE!”
When Cherise stared, uncomprehending, the Djinn gestured at the gas pedal.

We peeled out at an inhuman speed, leaving the storm-swept beach and the rest of the Djinn behind.

David came closest to catching us. I twisted to watch him disappearing in the back window, a tall figure standing in the road, coat blowing and belling in the wind.

“Are you all right?” the black-haired Djinn asked. I blinked at her. She looked familiar, but I had no idea why. “Hey! Can you hear me? Are you all right?”

I opened my mouth to tell her that I was, but something was happening in the back of my mind, something enormous and unbelievable. I knew something, but I couldn't think what it was.

She must have seen it in my eyes, the knowledge and the fear, because she smiled, and when I saw the smile, it all came into blinding clarity.

That was David's smile.

That was my
face
.

That was
my daughter
.

“Imara,” I said. She closed her hand around mine, and her skin was hot and smooth and real. “Oh, my God.
How
 . . .”

“Jonathan,” she said, and the smile turned sad. “It takes death to make a Djinn. He told you.”

I remembered him taking the spark of life from me and walking away. He'd known, even then, what he intended to do. Die. Put his power into David.

Give life to David's child.

I had a
child
. Okay, she was a six-foot Amazon goddess dressed in flawless, tailored black, but she was
my child
. And she wasn't like the others. She wasn't in thrall to the Earth, at least not completely; she could still think for herself, act for herself. Act against them.

And Jonathan must have known that, too. Maybe this was his way of apologizing.

Cherise gulped and said, “Jo? Is this some kind of alien thing? Are you really, like, from space and a thousand years old and going to take over the planet? Is this an invasion?” She was serious. But then, I supposed that explanation made more sense than the reality.

“You're kidding, right?” Imara asked, grinning. “Do we look like aliens to you?”

Cherise took her eyes off the road for so long I was afraid we were going to find out the crash-test rating of a Mustang. “Yeah,” she said. “Well,
you
do. With the eyes and all.”

Imara winked at her, and through the touch of her hand on mine she poured power into me, healing power, easing my various cuts and wounds and restoring some of my life energy.

“Maybe I am,” she said. “You never know, right?”

Cherise was oddly cheered. “Nope,” she said. “Jo? Where do you want me to go?”

I raised my eyebrows at Imara, who shrugged. So strange, seeing myself from the outside. Although I could see hints of David in the highlights of her hair, and the golden wash of her skin. Me, made exotic.

I couldn't feel anything yet, but I knew this was going to hit me later, in big, strange ways. Grief and love and terror and awareness of my own mortality, in ways I had never considered.

“New York,” I said. “The Wardens need to get their act together, right now, if I have to kick every ass from here to Beijing. We can't afford to lose.” Because if the Wardens folded, then there was nothing between the 6.5 billion people on the planet and Mother Earth in the grip of dreams, nightmares, and rage.

With the Djinn at her command.

David had told me, explicitly.
Tell them they need to stop her. Stop us.

The Wardens were at war with the Djinn.

 

Music to read by (or at least, it really worked for me to write to . . .)—and this time, it's a double album!

School. . . . Supertramp

Paper in Fire. . . . John Mellencamp

Larger Than Life. . . . The Feelers

I Scare Myself. . . . Thomas Dolby

Pain and Sorrow. . . . Joe Bonamassa

Harder to Breathe. . . . Maroon 5

Madonna. . . . Jude Christadel

Let Go. . . . Frou Frou

Tell Your Story Walking. . . . Deb Talan

Travelin' Shoes. . . . Ruthie Foster

A New Day Yesterday (Live). . . . Joe Bonamassa

Better. . . . Brooke Fraser

Building a Mystery. . . . Sarah McLachlan

Budapest by Blimp. . . . Thomas Dolby

Serve Somebody. . . . Bob Dylan

I'm Ready. . . . Aerosmith

One Way. . . . Amelia Royko

Lifeline. . . . Brooke Fraser

Woke Up This Morning. . . . A3

Highway Robbery. . . . Amelia Royko

Cannonball. . . . Supertramp

Crescent Heights Shuffle. . . . Jude Christadel

Woke Up Dreaming. . . . Joe Bonamassa

I Love You, Good-bye. . . . Thomas Dolby

Support these artists. Without your contributions, they can't continue to devote themselves to making music. And none of us want that.

 

And go buy
Had To Cry Today
by Joe Bonamassa. A special request from me . . . and a treat for you, too.

 

—Rachel Caine

 

Do you know what to do to prepare for most emergencies—especially those pesky weather-inspired ones? Follow this simple advice:

1. Make a plan.
   Create a list of important phone numbers, including an out-of-town contact. Agree on a meeting place with your family or loved ones in case you become separated. Keep your list of numbers and meeting places with you at all times.
   
2. Get a kit together.
   Assemble everything on the Ready Kit Checklist below, or pick up a Ready Kit at a local store. Keep it in a safe, dry place at home. This is a
   recommended
   list of items. You may want to add things to it, especially if you've got pets, small children, or elderly people depending on you.
   
3. Be informed.
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Here's your
Ready Kit Checklist:

• Battery-powered flashlight
  
• Battery-powered radio
  
• Extra batteries
  
• Whistle
  
• First-Aid kit
  
• Dust mask or cotton T-shirt
  
• Three-day supply of food and water
  
• Wrench to turn off utilities
  
• Plastic sheeting
  
• Duct tape
  
• Moist towelettes
  
• Rain gear (ponchos and hats)
  
• Warm clothes
  
• Emergency blanket
  
• Container for extra water
  
• Extra doses of important medications
  
• Personal identification
  
• Leather gloves
  
• Garbage bags and ties
  
• Family communication plans
  
• Special needs items