Darkyn - Master Of Shadows Part 9

"No, my dear, I do not mind speaking of it. We worked together to care for the sick." She closed her eyes. "I came to know him during those long hours in the infirmary. The night his sister died, Sylas and I both began coughing. I knew that it was likely that I would go before him, so I asked my friend, Sister Marian, to bury us together. She honored my last request, bless her soul. Three days later I woke up in the ground. In his arms."

"That's very romantic." Reese frowned. "I can't believe I just said that."

"I was so frightened, but Sylas...he took care of me. He was such a formidable man to look upon, you understand, but I had witnessed myself how gentle he could be. I trusted him." She looked down at her hands, which she held tightly folded in her lap.

"Even in the grave we shared."

Reese grimaced. "I hope he got you out of there in a hurry."

"At first I thought perhaps they had buried us alive," Rebecca said. "It happened all too frequently in our time. But Sylas said that no, we had died, for he had held me until my last breath. He thought that somehow G.o.d had been persuaded to give us another chance."

The chatelaine told her how her husband had broken through the lid of the coffin they had shared, and pushed away the soil above it.

"We were both so weak by the time we were free, and yet he carried me into the forest and kept me safe with him. Over the next days we discovered the bizarre changes made to us-we could heal from any wound, but we could no longer eat food or drink anything-and tried to make sense of it." Rebecca shook her head. "I do not know what would have happened to us had not the dark Kyn found us and taken us away with them. They told us what we were, and how we could live."

Reese's eyes felt heavy. "Then you fell in love with him."

"Oh, no. I did that when I was a mortal." Rebecca turned her head and sat up suddenly. "Reese, open the window."

"Why?" The air was sweet and warm, and made her feel as if she were breathing in pure honey.

"I am shedding too much scent." Rebecca reached across her to wind down the window, and then did the same on her own side of the cab. "'Twill be all right. The effect wears off quickly."

"Thank you." Reese's head cleared. "How could that have happened? L'attrait has no...it usually has no effect on me."

"Mine is somewhat more potent than that of other Kyn." She looked away. "Forgive me. I will try to better guard myself until we reach Marietta."

What an odd way to put it, Reese thought. She glanced down at the chatelaine's side and saw through a tear in her gown an open wound. "Rebecca, that gash should have healed by now." She looked ahead for an exit. "I'll find a place to stop."

"No, it is not necessary."

"You need blood-"

"I never feed on mortals."

Reese cringed. "You can't be using the blood of animals; it would have made you a changeling. What other..." She gave Rebecca a startled look. "Sylas feeds you. After he hunts." "Keep your voice down." Rebecca glanced back at the small window between the cab and the back of the truck. "I cannot hunt, not with my talent, so Sylas looks after my needs."

"The only ones who feed from other Kyn are..." Suddenly Reese understood a great deal about the chatelaine. "That's why you never leave Rosethorn. Why Sylas doesn't want anyone touching you. It's too dangerous."

"Yes." Pale eyes closed. "That is why."

Cold dread filled Reese. "Just how powerful is your talent, Rebecca?"

"I have it under control; that is all that matters." She glanced back at the window. "None of my ladies know of this, Reese. Please do not tell them. It will only frighten them."

As she came up on the exit to Marietta, Reese slowed. "There's a truck stop at the end of this ramp. I need to use the phone and contact the suzerain. Will you be okay if I stop for a few minutes?"

"Yes, of course." Rebecca wrapped her arms around her waist and fell silent.

Reese parked the truck between two tractor trailers, and walked across the lot to a pay phone. It wasn't until she lifted the receiver that she realized she had no coins with her, and dialed the number collect.

Her father accepted the charges, his voice frantic as he said, "You are not at Rosethorn. Do you have the book?"

"No, Father." Shame gnawed at her. "The stronghold was attacked by another group of Kyn. Lord Locksley did not return to the estate before they neutralized the guards and took over the house."

"Locksley has gone to Rome after Guisbourne," he said, his voice dull. "He must have taken the book with him, then."

"I do not think he would risk taking it out of the country," Reese said. "He would have left it behind with Will for safekeeping."

"Find Scarlet," her father ordered. "At once."

Now she had to admit to the rest of her failure. "There are some women who escaped the estate with me," she said. "They are sitting in the back of a lorry, waiting for me to deliver them to safety."

"Are they mortals?" When she didn't answer, her father said, "I thought not. Leave them there."

"Not one of them can drive," she argued. "It will be dawn soon. Father, please. I need only an hour to take them to their sanctuary house."

"Save them, my child, and you condemn the world."

Reese pressed her forehead against the edge of the pay phone's stand. "Do not ask this of me."

His voice became a whip. "I am not asking."

"Very well." She hung up the phone and stood for a moment, looking at the vehicles around her. She would have to leave the truck with them, but she saw no cars parked anywhere. She was about to walk to the diner to beg a ride from one of the men inside when Rebecca caught her arm.

"Where are you going?"

Reese thought fast. "Lord Locksley has gone to Rome after an old enemy. I am needed in Atlanta at once." "You are needed here." Rebecca shook her arm. "My ladies and I cannot go on foot. The sunrise is but an hour away. Reese, do you hear me?"

"Stay in the back of the truck," she said desperately. "I'll send someone to get you. I have to do this. It's a matter of life and death."

"Wait." Rebecca looked at a man walking past them, and stepped into his path. The scent of clover rolled out from her as she smiled at him. "I need you to drive a truck to Marietta, to this address." She told him the house and street number. "Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, honey. My cousin Walker lives in that part of town." He grinned and wiped his hand under his nose. "Where's the truck?"

"Over there." Rebecca held out her hand. "Give me the keys, Reese."

Reese handed them to her, and Rebecca gave them to the trucker, but didn't follow him as he strolled toward the truck.

"You have to go with him," Reese said.

"I can't be near a mortal who has no resistance," Rebecca told her. "He will succ.u.mb and run the vehicle off the road. I am coming with you."

Reese shook her head. "You could stay in the back of the truck, away from him."

"It would not make a difference now. Besides that, I have to speak to Will. There is one who can take us." Rebecca limped toward a trucker who had left the diner and was headed for one of the tractor trailers.

Reese caught up with her. "You could make this one crash his truck just as easily."

"I will get into the back. The cargo area is sealed." She took the pouch from the pocket of her skirt and removed a handful of bills from it, which she placed in Reese's hand. "Use this to hire him."

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Saetta recalled his lieutenants to the main hall, where they delivered their reports. The interior guard, along with the courtyard and perimeter patrols, had been taken and imprisoned in the tunnels beneath the stronghold. The mortals they had found among the unconscious Kyn had been separated and placed under close guard. Their scouts kept watch for any approaching attackers, but none so far had appeared.

Not all the news was good. His men had failed to recover the female Kyn who had escaped from the hall during the initial attack.

Two guards escorting a female mortal had been discovered unconscious; both had been drugged with their own darts. The body of a third guard, found floating facedown in the water of an enormous bath, had also been found.

Saetta had hoped to take Rosethorn without any deaths. "How was he killed?"

"I cannot say, marechal. He bled out into the water, but we found no wounds on his body." The man crossed himself and then made a much older gesture intended to ward off the evil eye.

Saetta knew the women had likely escaped through an underground pa.s.sage, but he ordered the stronghold to be searched again to be sure they had not concealed themselves somewhere in the house. "What of Sylas, the castellan?"

The men glanced at one another. "We found him in his rooms, marechal. He lay upon the floor, and we could not rouse him."

"Then he is drugged like the others."

"We found no darts on him." The guard looked unhappy. "His heart is still, his skin is cold, and he does not breathe." Saetta knew some of their kind could flee their bodies and take refuge in the dreamlands, where the Kyn briefly went sometimes when they rested. There, too, they became trapped when in thrall, a state brought on by feeding on a be spelled human until they were drained of blood. But had Sylas fallen into thrall, he would have had a dying human with him, and his body would have been warmed by the blood he had taken. "Carry him down here to the hall and post guards by him. Have you secured the stores?"

"We found their cold room," one lieutenant admitted, "but one of them got to it first. The bags were slashed, and the pooled blood that leaked from them was strewn with copper coins."

"Deliberately tainted." That effectively rendered the blood worthless to them. "We will have to begin using the mortals tomorrow.

Set up-"

A hoa.r.s.e scream echoed through the hall, followed by shouts for help. Saetta drew his sword and led his lieutenants to the source in the pa.s.sage outside.

Three guards stood, backs toward one another other, their blades drawn. Their eyes darted around them as they turned, searching for something.

Saetta looked as well, but saw nothing. "What are you about?"

"It attacked Isidro," one of the guards said. "It came out of the wall and took him."

"What came out?"

"A demon." The guard stabbed at the shadows. "A demon made of smoke."

Saetta's heel slid on something wet, and he glanced down at a pistol, a sword, and a pile of garments in a pool of blood. He lifted the garments and found a pair of scarred boots.

"Those belong to Isidro," one of his lieutenants said.

"A man does not disappear and leave behind his clothes. It is a trick." Saetta dropped the garments and went to the wall, running his hand along the stone, feeling for a seam. He found nothing to indicate a hidden pa.s.sage, but the stone itself was so cold it felt icy. "Search the pa.s.sages. Find him."

"What of the demon, marechal?" one of the guards asked.

"There are no such things," he said.

"We saw it," another of the guards insisted. "It was not a man. It had no face or body. It was made of black smoke."

"Whatever demon you encountered is but a Kyn using talent." He turned to his second. "Bring one of the English up from the tunnels for questioning. I will know who this 'smoke demon' is, and what he can do."

"Reese," the trucker said as he drove down the highway. "Ain't that the same name of that gal what played in that dumb-blonde movie?"

"I don't know." She rubbed her tired eyes.

"Yeah, you know, she always dressed in piank 'n' carried around one them li'l dogs. Had a sweet li'l a.s.s on her." He shifted the wad of tobacco from one cheek to the other, and lifted the c.o.ke bottle he kept tucked between his thighs to spit a stream of brown liquid into it. When he caught her watching, he winked. "Gotta say, I'm an a.s.s man." Reese stared at the road sign they were approaching. Fifteen miles to Atlanta. She could tolerate the a.s.s man for fifteen more minutes.

The trucker continued talking, giving her a rambling synopsis of the movie and his estimation of the star's s.e.xual talents based on her body type, demeanor, and mouth size.

Reese ignored him and stared through the bug-smeared windshield at the dark road ahead. She played out several scenarios in her head, rehearsing what she would say to Will and how she would use Rebecca to keep him occupied long enough for her to retrieve the book.

"Hey." A flannel-covered elbow prodded her. "You ain't heard a word I said, have ya?"

She offered him a meaningless smile. "I'm sorry. I'm a little tired." She frowned as she realized the truck had stopped in a dimly lit rest area. "Where are we?"

"Need to take a p.i.s.s." He leered at her. "Wanna come hold it for me?"

"No, thank you."

"Suit yerself." He removed the keys from the ignition and climbed down out of the cab.

Reese watched him stroll to the restroom before she climbed out and went around to the back of the truck. Rebecca opened the door as soon as she rapped on it.

"Why have we stopped?"

"The driver needed to use the bathroom." As Rebecca's scent rolled over her, she stepped back. "We'll be in the city in a few minutes. Be ready to get out the next time we stop."

"Here, now," the trucker said, stepping around the side. "You paid me to take you to Atlanta, honey. You didn't say nothing about sneaking your friend in the back. And I know you can read." He jerked a thumb at one of his b.u.mper stickers, which read, No Free Rides.

Rebecca jumped down and started toward him, but Reese held out her hand. "Wait, please." She turned to the driver. "I gave you six hundred dollars to make the drive. That should be adequate."

"For you, sure. Not for her."

Reese held on to her temper. "Then I'll get more money for you when we reach the city."

"I heard that before, honey. But I think we can work something out." He stroked the whisker stubble on his chin as he looked both of them over. "Tell you what, I'll take it in trade."

"Trade for what?" Rebecca demanded.