Bayou Moon - Andrews, Ilona [127]
Above him the sky turned yellow.
TWENTY-THREE
CERISE stretched her legs and drank more juice. Her whole body ached like she’d been beaten with a sack of rocks.
“How are we doing?” Ignata asked from the other end of the room.
“We’re fine.” Cerise glanced at her. The skin on Ignata’s face seemed stretched too tight. Dark bags clutched at her eyes. Catherine had hid in her room the moment they entered the house. Cerise sighed. If she had any sense, she would’ve hidden also. She tried, but the anxiety made her stir-crazy, and once she took a shower, she came down to the library, where Ignata ambushed her with ickberry juice to “replace electrolytes,” whatever that meant.
“What a day,” Ignata murmured.
Erian shouldered his way into the room and sank into a soft chair, his eyes closed, his arm in a sling. “What a week.”
Ignata turned to him. “Why are you still awake? Didn’t I give you some valerian half an hour ago?”
He opened his pale eyes and looked at her. “I didn’t drink it.”
“Why not?”
“Because your valerian has enough sleeping tincture in it to put an elephant to sleep.”
Ignata covered her face with her hands. “You know, if you had to hire a doctor, I bet you’d listen to her.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” Cerise murmured.
“Where is the blueblood?” Erian asked.
“With Kaldar.”
“I noticed something.” Erian turned in his chair. “He’s got a memory like a gator trap. There are over fifty of us, and he hasn’t confused a single name yet.”
Cerise scooted deeper into the chair. That was all she needed, a family discussion about Lord Bill.
“I like him,” Ignata said. “He saved Lark.” A smile stretched her lips. “And Cerise likes him, too.”
“Don’t start,” Cerise murmured.
“It’s about time, too. It’s been, what, two years since Tobias ran off?”
“Three,” Erian said.
Kaldar walked into the room, followed by William. Their stares connected and Cerise’s heart skipped a beat.
Kaldar dropped into a chair, stretching long legs. “What are we talking about?”
“We’re trying to decide when you’re going to marry Cerise off,” Erian said.
Kaldar leaned back, a little light playing in his eyes. “Well ...”
Cerise set her glass down with a clink. “Enough. Have you figured out which house my mother is in?”
Kaldar grimaced. “Not yet. In case you forgot, Blue-rock is in the middle of a pretty big lake. It takes time to find the right house. We’ll know tomorrow. I’ve got guys on it.”
“What guys?”
Kaldar waved his hand. “If I tell you who I sent to spy on the house, you’ll bust my balls about how dangerous it is and how I shouldn’t put children in peril. It’s being handled, that’s all you get.”
“Now, wait a minute—”
Something thumped against the window.
Cerise grasped her knife. Kaldar was on his feet and moving to the window along the wall, dagger in hand.
Another thump. His back to the wall, Kaldar leaned to glance outside, sighed, and slid the glass panel up.
A small animal scrambled onto the windowsill. Fuzzy with mouse fur, it sat on its haunches, looking at them with enormous pale green eyes.
Oh no.
The beast waddled to the edge of the windowsill. Its bat wings fluttered once, twice, it took the plunge and glided to the table. Tiny claws slid on the polished surface, and the creature flopped on its butt, skidded, and crawled back to sit before her, whiskers moving on the shrewlike nose.
No escape now. “Emel, you almost gave me a seizure.”
“Sorry about that,” Emel’s voice came not from the beast but from about three inches above its head. “I don’t have full control of this little fellow yet. I just made him a couple of weeks ago, but I was sure that under the present circumstances anything larger than him would get shot down.”
The beast scratched its side with a tiny black foot.
“I’m so sorry about Anya,” Emel said.
“Me, too.” A pang of guilt stabbed her. Anya had volunteered to run the stinker to the house. If it wasn’t for Lagar’s gator traps, she would still be alive.
The bat shivered. “Someone summoned Raste Adir to the clearing in front of Sene. Was it you or Grandmother Azan?