Burnt Offerings - Laurell K. Hamilton [66]
She quieted slowly, then looked up at me. “You swear it?”
“I swear it.”
She huddled against me and said softly, “I won’t kill Richard.”
“Good, because I’d hate to kill you now.”
She laughed, and it turned it into more crying, but softer now, quieter, not quite so desperate.
I looked up at the others. The men, dead and alive, were staring at me. “Rafael comes with us, no more debating.”
Padma nodded. “Very well.”
Fernando turned to him. “Father, you can’t let her do this. The wolves, yes, but not the Rat King.”
“Hush, Fernando.”
“He cannot be allowed to live, if he does not submit.”
“You weren’t rat enough to be dominant to him, were you, Fernando?” I said. “He’s stronger than you’ll ever be, and you hate him for it.”
Fernando took a step towards me. Padma and the Traveler both held him back, a hand on each shoulder.
Jean-Claude stepped between us. “Let us be on our way, ma petite. The night grows long.”
The Traveler stepped away from Fernando slowly. I wasn’t sure who he trusted least, me or the rat-boy. He started unfastening the chains that held Rafael in place. The wererat was still unconscious, oblivious to his fate.
I got to my feet, and Sylvie came with me. She pushed away from me, tried to walk and nearly fell. I caught her, and Jason caught her other arm.
Fernando laughed.
Sylvie stumbled. She looked like she’d been slapped. The laughter cut more than any words. I laid my lips against her cheek, cradled her face against mine with my free hand, lips by her ear. “He’s dead, remember that.”
She leaned into me for a moment, then nodded. She straightened and let Jason help her walk towards the stairs.
Jean-Claude lifted Rafael in his arms as gently as he could, balancing the man over his shoulders. Rafael groaned, hands spasming, but his eyes stayed shut.
I stared at the Traveler. “You’ll need to find another horse to ride,” I said. “Hannah comes with us.”
“Of course,” he said.
“Now, Traveler,” I said.
Arrogance spread across his face. It was a look I’d never seen on Hannah’s face before. “Do not let one act of magical bravado make you foolish, Anita.”
I smiled and knew it wasn’t pleasant. It was bitter and arrogant and angry. “My patience is all gone tonight, Traveler. Get out of here now, or…” I shoved the Browning into Fernando’s groin. They were all huddled that close.
Fernando’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t nearly as afraid as he should have been. I pressed the barrel in a little harder; makes most men back up. He gave a small grunt but leaned into me, face bending towards me. He was going to try and kiss me.
I laughed. I laughed while his lips hovered over my mouth and the gun pressed into his body. It was the laughter, not the gun, that made him draw back.
Hannah collapsed to her knees. The Traveler had gone. Someone needed to help her to the stairs. I thought of Willie and he came. He helped her to her feet without looking at me. I kept my eyes on the bad guys. One problem at a time.
“Why are you laughing?” Fernando asked.
“Because you are too fucking stupid to survive.” I drew back from them, the gun still pointed at him. “Is he your only son?” I asked.
“My only child,” Padma said.
“My condolences,” I said. No, I didn’t shoot him. But staring into Fernando’s angry eyes, I knew there’d be other opportunities. Some people seek death through desperation. Some people fall into it out of stupidity. If Fernando wanted to fall, I was more than happy to catch him.
21
RAFAEL LAY ON an examining table. We were not in the hospital. The lycanthropes had a makeshift emergency room in the basement of a building that they owned. I’d had my own wounds tended there once. Now Rafael lay on his stomach hooked up to an IV loaded with liquids and painkillers. Painkillers didn’t always work well on lycanthropes but hey, they had to try something. He’d regained consciousness in the Jeep. He hadn’t screamed, but the small squeezed whimperings that clawed from his throat every time I hit a bump were more than enough.
Dr. Lillian was a small woman