Avenger: A Halflings Novel Part 3

Nikki wanted to cry. For Raven, for Dane. For Frank, who obviously cared for Greta too - more than his steely sh.e.l.l could hide.

"I'm sorry," Raven said. He slid his hand into Nikki's and started to turn. "We'll find somewhere else to stay. We just needed a place for the night."

Before they could get to the door, the stone walls carried Frank's voice to them. "We'll help you, Halfling."

Raven stopped in his tracks. Nikki risked a peek over her shoulder and stared at the muscled giant.

"What's after you?"

Raven turned slowly.

Nikki followed, and her confusion must have been glowing on her face, because Frank directed the next statement to her. "I'm a Xian and a Seer."

Okay, maybe he could help. After all, Xians already understood the spiritual realm surrounding them, and if he was also a Seer, like her, he might actually be able to tell them where to head next. Of course, her Seer abilities hadn't helped at all during this whole nightmare. She didn't even know what a seeker looked like, and until Raven appeared at Viennesse she'd hadn't realized she was in danger.

Frank almost smirked at them. "Even if I wasn't a Xian, you both fit the profile."

"Profile?" Nikki echoed, still a little freaked. No one had ever blatantly called her out as other before.

Frank gestured to Raven. "Light hair, blue eyes on the guys, and dark hair, golden eyes on the girls. Sorry, but you sort of stick out like a cannibal in a vegan restaurant."

"Okaaaay," Nikki said, wincing at the metaphor.

"And since I'm a Seer, I know something's hunting you."

Nikki ran forward and gripped Frank by the arms. "Please tell me everything you know. Can you see it? Can you see where it is now? I haven't been able to sense a thing." Let it be far from Viennesse. Or, if the seeker was after them, she prayed they'd succeeded in rerouting it. Though if it had picked up her scent ... Had she put everyone in the tunnels in danger?

Raven pulled her off Frank. She forced herself to focus on his thumb gently rubbing the underside of her wrist instead of the thoughts swirling through her mind.

"What's after you, Halfling?"

Raven opened his mouth to speak, but stopped and looked down at Dane.

The motion wasn't lost on Frank. "Go get me something to drink," he told his little brother.

Dane sighed and moped off in the direction of a doorway.

With a glance back to make sure they boy was out of earshot, Raven said, "A seeker."

Frank's mink-brown eyes narrowed. "Don't know that one. I've met with h.e.l.l hounds, watched Halflings fight demons, but a seeker? Wimpy name. How bad could it be?"

"Worse than anything you've seen. It's like a million razor-sharp knifes slicing at once, leaving you in ribbons. And it never stops hunting until it finds the target."

Frank pointed to Nikki. "You, right?"

Nikki dropped her head.

Dane returned, and when his brother wouldn't take the can of soda he offered, he sat it on the ground at their feet.

So far, no explosion about drawing the seeker into the tunnels. That had to be a good sign. Though why wasn't he yelling at them? Did the guy have no sense of self-preservation? Nikki felt the questions rise in her throat and the fear accompanying them. Especially for Dane, who had already lost someone he cared about - Greta - because she had stuck her neck out for someone like Raven. Someone like me. "Look, I don't want to stay down here. Raven brought us here because we didn't know what else to do. Just point us to the nearest exit and we'll go."

Frank rocked back on his heels. "Just like that?"

"We can't just let them go!" Dane pleaded, his small hand patting the sure-to-be rock-hard stomach beneath Frank's tank.

Nikki marveled at her ability to mess everything up. If she survived this latest nightmare, maybe she'd write a book. Ten Thousand Ways to Ruin Someone's Day. "Yes, we will leave just like that. It's not your concern and we've put you in danger."

As Frank stared at her, Nikki realized his features were chiseled enough to belong to a Halfling. But he was sporting a five o'clock shadow and springy arm hair, as well as eyes that were far from blue - not to mention he didn't possess the Halflings' smooth manner and breathtaking beauty. Instead he looked beat up by life, but stronger for it. There was wisdom and fearlessness in his gaze.

"Well, you're wrong about a couple of things." Frank reached to the ground and snagged the soda. "First, you're here. And that makes it our business. Second, you didn't put us in any more danger than what we live in day by day, baby. So stop with the pity party."

Nikki closed her mouth abruptly.

"I may not know anything about seekers, but that doesn't mean we aren't afraid to fight whatever tries to infiltrate our domain."

Raven reached a hand to Frank's shoulder in a brother-in-arms sort of way. She'd learned warriors had their own language, one Raven and probably Frank spoke fluently. "I appreciate that, but this creature just destroyed three of our friends. Halflings named Deux, Paix, and Tronc.

Frank slowly sat the soda can back on the floor. When he rose, Nikki could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure. "They were our friends too. You sure? Deux is an amazing fighter ..."

"We're sure."

Nikki chanced a glance at the corner table. The guys seated there reacted to tragedy the same way-all dropped their heads a degree, while one rubbed a hand over his face and another leaned back, sniffed, stared at the ceiling.

More pain and sorrow to leave in her wake.

Frank moved a millimeter closer to Nikki and trapped her in his stone-cold gaze. Beside her, Raven bristled. Frank's entire composure had shifted once more - now something was boiling in the depths of Frank's eyes. His teeth were clenched so tightly, she wondered if his jaw might shatter. As he took a predatory step toward her, Raven countered with a defensive stride between them.

Tension rose until Frank reached out and grabbed her by the shirt. "Stop it, Nikki!"

Now what did I do? She tried to ready for a punch, an attack of some kind, but instead he pulled her to his face. Nikki wanted to search for Raven, but couldn't drag her eyes from Frank. "W-what?"

He drew her even closer and growled, "Stop it now."

Where is my sworn protector while I'm being manhandled by this Xian bully? Beside her, she actually felt Raven relax.

"I - I don't understand."

"It's not about you, little Halfling. This is the battle we've chosen. Stop feeling sorry for us. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It reeks like yesterday's trash. You want to help? Be a fighter. Be a soldier. Stop being a baby." Frank released her with a shove. "You were called into this war. Start acting like you're worthy of it."

Well.

Raven clapped a couple of times. "Thank you. I've been wanting to give her a wake-up call for a while now."

Nikki's cheeks were fire hot and she couldn't utter a single word. Not that she wanted too. Crawling into the nearest crack in the unidentifiable wall seemed a much better solution. Who was she kidding? Frank was right. She spent half her energy feeling bad for, well, everyone, even though they didn't feel bad for themselves. She needed to get over herself.

The boys continued to talk, but she caught only bits and pieces of the conversation. Something about seekers, victims, knowledge. How much energy had she spent worrying about the circ.u.mstances rather than taking action? Too much. She purposed to do what Frank challenged her to do. Be a warrior. Be worthy of the battle.

She tuned back into the discussion just as Raven explained what had occurred when the seeker arrived at the castle in France. As she listened, all the pieces of the puzzle settled into one giant question. "Why would the seeker go to Deux's home rather than Viennesse?"

The boys stopped chattering and stared at her.

Warmth - the first she'd felt internally since entering the subterranean world - surged through her like hot soup on a cold winter's day. It was the heat of knowledge, the realization that she'd stumbled onto something that could help them. "Don't you see? That's the clue. My scent is all over Viennesse, and in a much heavier concentration than it ever was in France. If it was tracking me, why would it start anywhere else?"

Frank rubbed his chin and stared at the ground. "Maybe it was following the freshest scent?"

Nikki raised her hand. "The freshest would have been coming from France to Viennesse."

"She's right. So, what does that mean?" Raven glanced between the two of them.

Frank shrugged. "Don't know. We need help. Wisdom."

Dane jumped up and down. "The Owl! We need to ask the Owl. He knows everything."

Raven pointed. "I thought your brother knew everything."

Dane's eyes expanded behind his bubble gla.s.ses. "He knows even more of everything than Frank. The Owl has been alive for forever."

"Who's the Owl?" Nikki blinked.

Frank winked. "He's an old dude. Kind of quirky and strange."

"Great," she muttered. "Just the sort we tend to attract."

"Where's he at, Dane? Seems like he left awhile ago."

He did." All the blood seemed to drain from the small boy's rosy cheeks. "He's in the dungeon."

Raven flashed a plastic smile. "Dungeon? Perfect. Let's go to the dungeon to talk to the Owl."

Frank turned to the group of five guys who'd been huddled around the table, and with a slight nod one of them disappeared for a moment, only to jog over with a thick, heavy raincoat that looked like it had been designed for a seven-foot-tall giant.

"Well, what are you waiting for, miss worrywart? Put out your arms."

Nikki could only stare at Frank as he enrobed her in yards of rubberized fabric that happened to have sleeves. "There's only one way in and one way out of the dungeon, and this might be the best chance we have of holding your scent in once we reach the surface."

Her lips begged to ask how that level of protection was possible, but the looks from everyone else convinced her it was best not to argue with the bruiser in the white tank.

As Frank and the corner table crew, Raven and Nikki, and Dane made their way out of the tunnels, the coat dusted the ground with every step Nikki took. At least I know every inch of me is covered. They traversed a long corridor, opened a creaky door, and started up an impossible amount of stairs leading to the surface. "Why not garden or palace or even courtyard?" Nikki mumbled.

Frank stopped, backing up the traffic behind him. "Huh?"

Nikki shrugged and a thousand pounds of yellow rubber slicker bobbed with her shoulders. "Cave, dungeon. Those names are depressing. And why not bring a few plants down here to brighten things up a little?"

Shock twisted Frank's features. He pointed at Nikki but directed the words to Raven. "Is she kidding?"

Raven nudged her with his shoulder. "What's up with you and the Suzy-Homemaker thing? It's not like you, Nik. It's freaking me out."

What was up with her? She shrugged beneath the yellow blob again. Nervous energy, I guess. Since she'd been instructed not to feel sorry for herself, her mind had to stay busy doing something. Apparently mentally redecorating the underground tunnel systems of Paris was the answer. She snaked her hands from under her too-big cuffs and saw her palms were sweaty. She lightly blew on them as Frank turned to continue up the stairs.

"The dungeon got its name when a section of tunnel collapsed, closing it off from the rest of the underground," Frank said to Raven. "That's where we'll find Solomon."

"Solomon?"

"The Owl."

Already Nikki felt the whoosh of fresh air swirling around her ankles. She opened the raincoat slightly to let some of that fresh breeze in, but clamped it closed right after. She hoped no one had seen her brief mistake.

The last doorway opened onto a Paris street, but she barely got a glimpse. Frank turned to her and wrapped the raincoat tighter, then tugged the hood up and over her head. It felt like she'd been submerged in some sweaty fog. "Stay close and, uh, don't breathe."

She held her breath for a few seconds until she heard him chuckle. Nikki sank a fist into his arm from behind.

"Solid punch," he said. "For a girl."

That comment awarded him another hit.

The nine of them walked single file, Nikki hovering near the middle of the pack, able to actually smell the boys' taut attention. Their alertness crackled through the air. She wondered why guys she didn't know - who weren't even Halflings - would put their lives on the line like this, so ready to face a creature beyond their worst nightmares. Her appreciation grew.

She felt a small hand reach up into the sleeve of her raincoat and entwine his fingers with hers.

Dane was whispering about the entrance to the dungeon. "See the row of trees behind the edge of that building?"

"Yes," she whispered back, adjusting her hood slightly.

"That's the entrance to the university. That's where the Owl - I mean, Solomon - likes to hang out. He used to be a professor there, but when he went cuckoo -"

"Cuckoo?" She tried to look down at him, but her vision was again blocked by yellow. She pushed the material back.

"Yeah, like a clock. You know." His head tipped from side to side and his voice rose to a chirp. "Cuckoo, cuckoo."

"Stop it, Dane," Frank hissed.

Nikki's attention returned to the entrance ahead.

Dane squeezed Nikki's hand, and when she looked back down at him he did the cuckoo clock impersonation again, this time silently. By the end he had to press his hand to his mouth to keep from giggling.

She was glad for his moments of levity when they made it into the next tunnel system. Nikki now understood the name dungeon. No other handle would fit this dark, stale place.

"We're almost there," Frank said when they reached the end of yet another long staircase leading into the depths of the dungeon. "If we have any ... uh ... interruptions before we find Solomon, just stay close and keep quiet." His gaze burned a laser hole through Nikki. She widened her eyes at him as if to say, "What?"

He didn't answer. And five minutes later, she found out what "interruptions" were.

A group of guys stopped them as they entered what Frank had said would be the last room before the entrance to Solomon's place.

Nikki lowered her hood and tried to do a quick head count - not that it was necessary. They were outnumbered. Frank stepped forward after the initial pause, and Nikki marveled that Raven was letting someone else lead. She was suddenly aware of his proximity to her. Close. Always close, always there, and always ready. It was like having a personal pit bull.

The leader of the other group stepped out as well, and Nikki watched the anger build as he stared down Frank.

"We're just here to see Solomon." Frank held his hands up in a back off, we don't want trouble kind of way.