The Shadow Of Mist Part 4

"But you are, in your own right. Even if you never married me, you've got the blood of queens flowing through your body. Your father had no idea of just who he captured when he went seeking a mate."

I let out a small cry, thinking about my mother and what she'd told me. So she hadn't been lying. Father had stolen her away from her own people. No wonder he had no reservations about handing me over to Terrance; rape and pillage were all too familiar to his people.

"Oh yes," Terrance said softly. "I know all about your mother and how your father found her, raped her, and took her to wife. And the kicker is: She never told your father she's royalty. Probably didn't want the old man to use her like I'm planning to use you. Accept it, little selkie. Women in our world are a commodity. We men can buy you and sell you at the turn of a whim. And you, my dear, are a valuable treasure."

And then he nodded over his shoulder at Camille. "If you don't come voluntarily, she's dead. I don't care how much my men might fancy her. She's expendable, and you're not.

So it's up to you. Come with me without fighting, or I slit her throat."

He pulled out a thick-bladed knife with serrated edges. I cringed. He'd make it hurt. I knew him. He wouldn't kill her quickly; he'd make me watch and she'd die in a wash of blood and water.

"No," I whispered. "Don't. Don't hurt her. I'll come with you." I'd figure a way to escape, but for now, I couldn't let him kill one of my closest friends. One of the women who'd gone out of her way to help me.

"That's better." Terrance stuck the blade back in the sheath attached to his belt. He snorted. "Amazing how soft you are. If it had been me, I'd say go ahead and do her. No matter. All the better for me."

"That, Terrance, is the difference between us," I said softly. "You'd let a friend die to save yourself. I understand the nature of loyalty."

I shuddered as he dragged me along by the wrist. His lackeys held tight to Camille, keeping her mouth covered. The one energy blast had been enough to warn them she wielded magic, and they weren't taking any chances.

And then we were headed out the door, into the rain that had once again picked up, sweeping in off the inlet.

Terrance's men shoved Camille into the back of a short RV that was waiting in the parking lot, then crawled in to gag her and tie her up. My stomach clenched. The Finfolk would have a field day with her, and Terrance wouldn't lift a hand to stop them. They'd use her, then play water games with her, letting her nearly drown over and over again until they grew tired with the sport and finished her off. Finfolk fed off of fear, and their s.a.d.i.s.tic natures weren't satisfied for long.

As Terrance shoved me toward the RV, I heard a shout and jerked around as Delilah jumped out of her Jeep. I opened my mouth and let out a sharp scream, but Terrance sent his hand whistling against my cheek, and the blow stunned me into silence. He pulled me over to the open door and tossed me in to the men. I stumbled, wrapping my arms around my stomach to protect my baby. The one called Keith hauled me inside and I had one fleeting glimpse of Delilah shouting something as she raced our way before the door slammed shut.

Terrance climbed into the driver's seat up front.

"Should we tie this one up, boss?" Lon stared at me, looking all too excited by the prospect.

"Nah," Terrance said. "She can't use magic, and she knows what I'll do to her friend if she tries anything. Just keep an eye on her."

And then, with the squeal of brakes and tires, we were zooming past Delilah. I could see her through the front windshield. In fact, Terrance took aim at her and I let out a sharp cry, but then she dove to the left at the last minute and he ignored her, plowing out of the parking lot.

Camille struggled, trying to sit up. Lon unceremoniously smacked her a good one and she fell back. He laughed as she lay p.r.o.ne and reached up her skirts. I let him have it right across the nose with my nails, which were nice, tough gels-hard and sharp-edged.

"b.i.t.c.h!" he said, but he didn't touch me and I realized that unless Terrance gave them the go ahead, they weren't going to mess with me. I scooted beside Camille, keeping her behind me.

"Leave her alone." I glared at Lon. He glanced over his shoulder at Terrance, who was focused on driving.

"Stupid cu-"

"Shut up back there!" Terrance didn't even turn back to see what the commotion was.

"I'm trying to shake that golden haired b.i.t.c.h who's on our tail."

Delilah! It had to be Delilah! The fact that she was following us gave me courage. I glanced down at Camille, who looked up in my eyes. She softly turned so that her back was facing me. I saw that they'd tied her hands behind her and realized that if I scooted closer, I might be able to work the knots free while they weren't looking. And that meant lulling them into the belief that I was cooperating. But I couldn't be too obvious about it.

I gazed at Lon. "I won't be a bother if you just leave us alone during the ride. Please? I'm just so tired... my baby..." I let my voice drift off and widened my eyes. Make a bully feel powerful and sometimes he'll be generous.

I was in luck. He stared at me for a moment; then a smirk settled across his face. "Yeah, sure, whatever. We'll have time enough with her soon. I wonder what she'll bring on the market."

Trying not to grimace, I checked out our surroundings. The RV had been retrofitted. It sure wasn't a luxury hangout; that was for sure. A table and bench seats, a cupboard unit, the bathroom, and a couple of other seats filled the interior, but most of the s.p.a.ce had been gutted to make room for... well... for what, I didn't know, but there were bloodstains on the floor and I had the feeling this home on wheels had been the scene of one too many accidents.

Camille was lying close to the table. I leaned over her, resting my head against the wall of the RV.

"I'm just going to rest for a moment," I said.

Lon shrugged and went back to whispering with Keith. As soon as he was focused on his conversation, I slid my right hand down to Camille's ropes. I couldn't risk using both my hands-they'd notice-but if I worked slowly, inch by inch, I could loosen the knots.

Selkies were good with knot work-in fact, Celtic knot work was a specialty of ours, and during the seventies I'd been a big player in the macrame craze.

I ran my fingers over the knots. Simple. Practical. Knotted for speed, not for long term bondage. I worried the biggest knot, using my thumb to brace it while I used the nails on my index and middle fingers to dig at it. The gels were strong and after a moment or so, the knot loosened a little. After a little more picking, it was loose enough for me to get my fingers through and pry open.

Camille did her best to match my movements and ease the rope so I could catch hold of the slack. After a moment, I had the free end in my grasp and a couple of minutes later, I'd untied the knot. Camille gently worked her wrists until the binding cord fell away. I scooted forward enough to cover her so they couldn't see what we'd done. She lay very still and I knew she was planning her next move. I closed my eyes to a slit, so it would look as though I was resting, but I could still see anybody coming up on us.

After a while, the RV made a sharp curve to the right and I tensed. Even through the walls, I could smell the water. We were near the inlet, with the cloying scents of brine and seaweed decay.

I sucked in a deep breath and whispered low, hoping the men couldn't hear me, "We're near the water."

Camille nodded. "Bide your time. Wait until we stop."

I touched her arm gently, to let her know I'd heard her, and went back to gathering my strength. I wasn't sure what to do, but I'd take my cue from Camille. She was the one with experience in situations like this.

Another minute or two and we began to slow down. I raised my head and turned toward the front. Terrance was focused on pulling into what looked like it might be a parking lot, though I wasn't close enough to the windshield to see. Lon and Keith finished their talk.

Keith, hunched over to avoid hitting his head on the roof, made his way up front where he slid into the pa.s.senger seat.

"Get the waterweed ready," Terrance said, and Keith grunted and returned to the back, where he foraged in the cupboard and came out with a jar full of cloudy liquid.

I cringed. The Finfolk were skilled at making potions that would allow an air breather to live underwater, at least for a time, so they could have their fun with them. As the potion began to wear off, they'd start their drowning games until they grew bored and let their victim drown for real.

When I still lived in the Orkneys, I'd known a couple of human women who had escaped from the Finfolk-a miracle in itself-and managed to make it back to land and escape before the Mere dragged them under one last and final time. But they'd been tortured so badly that they never fully recovered their senses.

I tensed as Keith headed our way with the vial of waterweed potion. The RV came to a stop and I realized we had to do something soon, because any moment now, they'd realize Camille had gotten free from the ropes.

I sucked in a deep breath. Camille tensed.

As Keith knelt down, I quickly backed away to give Camille room. She rolled over, arms up with fingers locked in a claw condition. In one smooth motion, she sprang into a sitting position and raked her long nails down his face, drawing blood.

Keith screamed and dropped the vial to the floor, where it smashed as he shoved himself away from her attack.

Camille leapt to her feet and I followed suit as Lon came lunging forward. She threw herself headlong at him, taking him down as she caught his legs with her foot and yanked, throwing him off balance. I frantically glanced around and saw the broken vial.

Grabbing it up by the neck where it was still intact, I slashed it across his face. Blood spurted in a fountain and I stared in horror as he writhed, screaming and trying to cover his face.

Camille gave me a terse look, nodded, then raised her arms over her head. She clasped her hands into a solid fist, and brought them down hard, right across his nose. Crack.

Flesh impacted on flesh and my stomach churned as I stared at the terrifying pa.s.sion that filled her face. I was about to drop the bottle, to turn away and vomit, but she darted a glance at me.

"Don't you dare, Siobhan! I need your help!"

Her voice was so forceful that it startled me out of my horror-and just in time. Keith was coming around again, this time armed with a nasty-looking dagger.

We didn't stick around. Camille slammed open the door, grabbed my hand, and yanked me out into a parking lot near the Sound. The water was being whipped into a fury by the wind that had sprung up, and dusk had fallen. I could barely see the waves but I could hear them, and they called to my blood.

As soon as we landed on the ground, Terrance came around the RV, a leering smile on his face.

Camille shoved me behind her and began muttering what sounded like an incantation. I hastily put more distance between us-her spells were powerful, but sometimes they backfired and the results were seldom pretty. Terrance backed up as her voice rose, his eyes widening.

At that moment, Keith landed beside me and grabbed me, the dagger at my throat. "Stop now or the selkie gets it."

Camille whirled around, a smirk curling the tips of her lips. "I don't think so. Terrance would kill you if you harmed her." And then, without another word, she swung on Terrance and let loose a bolt of energy that lit up the gloom. Terrance shrieked and dove for cover, and in that moment, Keith let go of me and lunged for Camille, slashing at her with his blade. He caught her arm. I heard her groan and smelled blood.

At that moment, Delilah's Jeep screeched into the lot, followed by a Jaguar. Menolly was up! I almost burst into tears. The vampire could make mincemeat of our attackers all by her lonesome. As I stumbled toward Camille, Keith let go of her and began to back away.

I looked back to see not only Menolly, but also Smoky-Camille's six-foot-four, almost-albino dragon lover and husband-emerge from the car. His hair hung to his ankles, and now it swirled around him like a hundred hissing snakes. Oh s.h.i.t. Terrance and his buddies really were dead men now.

I started to run toward Delilah when Terrance suddenly lunged forward and caught me around the waist. He forced something in my mouth-a sponge of some sort-and began dragging me to the railing. I struggled but he was a lot stronger than I, and even though Menolly raced toward us at breakneck speed, he was able to haul me over the railing before she got there.

I tried to scream, but the sponge began to melt and I tasted waterweed. Oh h.e.l.l-he was taking me into the water as a human. I could swim, but without my seal suit, I'd be totally at his mercy. I struggled harder, sc.r.a.ping my shins on the wooden railing, but within seconds we were falling over the edge.

As I stared into the gla.s.sy depths rising to meet us, I realized that I was on my own for now. If I was going to survive, it would be up to me. And then we hit the water and sank beneath the waves.

5.

We hit hard, jarring every bone in my body, and the world went silent; the only thing I could hear were bubbles as we sank in the turbulent water. As Terrance dragged me under, I struggled. He was starting to shift and he let go of me as the throes of transformation racked his body. Some shifters went through a lot of pain when changing; others barely felt a thing. Finfolk suffered; selkies didn't.

I kicked away from him, propelling myself through the water. While I was a good swimmer, though much better in seal form, once he'd managed to shift over, I'd be no match for him.

Finfolk were strong, unG.o.dly so, and their powerful tails acted akin to a propeller on a motorboat. They couldn't go as fast as a boat, but they could move and dart through the sea with barely a blink.

I tried not to look back as I forced my way toward the surface, chilled to the bone by the icy water. I could breathe, thanks to the waterweed sponge. But that didn't mean it would help me survive the depths unless I miraculously found my seal coat, or unless the Finfolk water witches gave me the protection they usually offered their victims. Toys were no fun if they died early.

Whatever the case, I expected Terrance had something planned, which meant there were probably other Finfolk in the area. Not good for the Pod, and not good for human swimmers. Too many accidental drownings occurred due to their interference.

The water boiled as Terrance thrashed, the currents pressing against me as I broke the surface and screamed for help. Waterweed didn't prevent an air-breather from breathing above water, the one saving grace for me right now.

But as soon as I'd shouted, a splash beside me told me I was in trouble. Terrance popped up next to me, transformed and feral, like some primal cross between fish and man. His skin was pale silver like that of a trout's, and a scaled tail joined what had been his legs.

He had genitals, though, and all his other features remained intact except his hair was darker and his eyes were luminous. Gills slatted the side of his neck and I screamed as he reached for my wrist.

"Come on, baby," he said.

"Leave her alone!" Menolly's voice echoed from above and I gazed up to see Delilah, frantically flashing a light to find me. Oh h.e.l.l-I knew Delilah could swim, but she was terrified of water. And Menolly would sink like a stone-vampires couldn't float.

And then, I saw Smoky, teetering on the edge of the railing with Camille by his side. As they leapt over the edge, Terrance made another grab for me and this time wrapped his arm around my waist. With a sudden rush, he yanked me below the surface and we were off, into the depths.

From somewhere behind us, I could feel the splash as Camille and Smoky landed in the water. But would they be able to keep up with Terrance? This was his world. And without my seal suit, I was as alien to it as were they. I scrambled to think of any advantage I had; then it occurred to me that I knew the inlet better than Terrance. I'd lived here for several decades and he'd just arrived. If I could get away from him long enough, I could use that knowledge to hide.

We wove through the dark water, silent and swift, Terrance holding me against him with one arm while steering with the other. His tail acted like a rudder, shifting our direction, sending us deeper and deeper with its powerful motion. The cold began to seep into my bones, and I felt myself going numb. It wouldn't be long before I pa.s.sed out.

The water was like a black veil, everything that was familiar to me, everything that I a.s.sociated with riding the waves gone, stripped away by my human form. I could feel my baby stirring, and wondered if she could feel the arms of the Ocean Mother embracing us.

She would be a selkie, born in the ocean, and she would return to it time and again. She would revere it and worship it and love it, but only if I managed to survive.

Terrance suddenly halted and I vaguely saw another shape near us. Another of the Finfolk. The woman reached out and stroked my hair, then raked her nails down the side of my face, not enough to make me bleed but enough to hurt. As she did so, I could feel an energy surrounding me and then-within seconds-the numbing chill fell away and I was warm and comfortable. She was a sea witch, then, and dangerous. I let out a faint shudder and Terrance pulled me closer and started off again.

He let out a series of chirps and clucks. I knew enough of his language to recognize the meaning. Apparently we were heading toward open water, and he said something to his companion about a boat. So that was how they were stealing me away. Via boat. At least I wouldn't be riding the waves across the ocean. In human form, I wouldn't survive it.

We glided through the gla.s.sy depths, turning slightly as Terrance's silent, powerful fin steered us northward. I tried to remember my geography. Were there locks? Were there places where we'd be forced to get out of the water and transform?

Finfolk possessed exceptional strength and Terrance would be able to swim for a long time before needing to rest. My bet was that we wouldn't stop until we reached Whidbey Island, which would be the perfect place for him to have a boat waiting if he wanted to sail out through the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

But could he really mean to cross the Pacific? If so, he'd better have one h.e.l.l of a boat.

I tried to work out how far we'd come, but my sense of timing was off. Time shifted in the water-as if the clock slowed to a crawl.

And then I glanced up. The shadow of something low flying and big was skimming along the surface. What the h.e.l.l? Before I could blink, there was a huge displacement of water as a large white form dove deep, coming up to grab Terrance and me in one gigantic claw. As we were swept up out of the water, I gasped. A dragon. Smoky! And astride his back, thoroughly soaked and clinging to him for dear life, sat Camille, looking dazed and cold in her dripping chiffon and leather.

Terrance began to flail and Smoky eased open his claws long enough for the Mere to slip through and fall hard into the water. I held tight to the talons gripping me by the waist, praying that my baby was all right.

With wings steadily gliding on the chill breeze, we were over land within minutes, back over the park from where Terrance had kidnapped me. As we landed, Delilah and Menolly ran over to us, pulling Camille off Smoky's back and wrapping her in a blanket, and wrapping me in another. I stared at them, horrified, trying to comprehend everything that had happened.

"She's in shock," Delilah said, and her voice seemed to be coming from a long, long way away, from down a long, dark tunnel.

"You're right. We need to get her to the FH-CSI and have her checked out." Menolly gazed at me, her eyes burning bright and brilliant, red as fire, red as blood. She leaned forward and I couldn't look away.

"Sleep," she whispered.

And I did.

I woke to the smell of tea and toast, and pushed myself up on my elbows. I was in my house, and soft whispers filtered in from the other room. The clock told me it was near eight, and a glance at the window told me the night had pa.s.sed and we were into morning.

As I slipped out from beneath the quilt, I saw that I was dressed in a loose gown-a soft robe that Mitch had bought me when I started getting too big for my pajamas. My slippers were by the foot of my bed, and I slid them on, then hurried into the bathroom to pee. As I headed toward the kitchen, the voices grew louder.

Camille was at the table, looking dry and fresh, and Delilah was beside her, along with Smoky. Iris, the house sprite who lived with them, brought over a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. She set it in front of me, then patted my shoulder as I slid into a chair.

"Has the hospital called? Is Mitch still... ?" My voice faltered. I couldn't say the words. I couldn't ask if he was still alive because I was afraid of the answer.

Iris nodded, her cheeks rosy from standing over the range. No doubt she'd used my step stool to reach the stovetop. "Yes, he's still alive. They performed the exploratory surgery yesterday. Good news-the medic says they won't have to remove the spleen after all. It was damaged, but should recover. His kidneys are bruised but will also recover."

"What about his arm? It was shattered."