The Last Hunter - Descent - Jeremy Robinson [80]
Everything moves slowly. The crown is still sailing away, flipping end over end like a tossed coin. Ull’s forehead is exposed. The loose skin pulses with his heartbeat. I can hear it. Thum. Thum. Thum. I focus on it. Even as I fall, I will the wind toward it.
The arrow passes over me in a blur, moving as fast as it did from Ull’s bow. But this time, the projectile finds its target. I hear a tearing sound followed by a slurp. The impact knocks the giant off his feet. He falls beneath me.
I land on Ull’s still chest. The arrow is buried in his forehead. And he doesn’t move. The giant is dead.
The Nephilim can be killed.
I stand up, looking down at my former master and realize I am free. Not from pursuit, or threat of life, slavery or future breaking. But free of the monster I called my master. A part of me loved this thing, the way an abused person loves an abuser, but my eyes have been opened.
“I am free,” I say, and a single set of ears hears me.
I turn and face Ninnis, who has just reached the top of the staircase. He’s soaking wet and has a funny look on his face. I realize it’s because I’m standing on the chest of a dead Nephilim. “They can be killed,” I say to him.
His face is grim. Unreadable. He shakes his head, and then runs away.
Though this is out of character for Ninnis, I know not to waste time questioning it. My retreat takes me in an opposite direction, and I find the path wonderfully free of pursuers.
* * *
I squeeze through a maze of passageways, covering my tracks as best I can. I travel in water whenever possible to erase my scent. I move for days without stopping for food.
Despite my hunger, every step away from Asgard fills me with a hopeful energy. Even in the darkness, there can be light. My mind returns to that day in the car. We’re on the way to Logan airport. Mira is sitting next to me. The photo of us is in my hand. And Open Up Your Heart (And Let the Light Shine In) by Gail & Rosemary Clooney is playing on the oldies station. Mira knows it and sings along.
Mommy told me something a little girl should know
It's all about the Devil and I've learned to hate him so
She says he causes trouble when you let him in the room
He will never ever leave you if your heart is filled with gloom
So, let the sun shine in, face it with a grin
Smilers never lose and frowners never win
So, let the sun shine in, face it with a grin
Open up your heart and let the sun shine in
The memory is infectious and the lyrics reflect how I feel. I play it back in my head, and I’m soon singing along quietly. I’m whistling the song, feeling hopeful about the future and eventually rescuing Aimee, but when I reach my destination, Ninnis is waiting for me.
37
“Nice tune,” he says, leaning against the tunnel wall. He looks calm, collected and refreshed.
“How did you find me?” I ask, my hand resting on Whipsnap.
“If you’re wondering how I tracked you, I didn’t. You covered your scent nicely. But I knew where you were going.”
I squint at him, asking how without saying a word.
“Where is it?” he asks. “Where did you hide it?”
I stay silent. I answer only to myself now.
“I knew you couldn’t destroy it.”
“Why didn’t you say anything about it?”
He smiles. “We all keep trinkets from the topside. You were doing so well I didn’t see the harm in it.”
“Whoops,” I say.
“Was it the photo?” he asks. “Is that what brought your memories back? They are back?”
I nod. There’s no reason to lie about that. “Not the photo.”
I shrug. “I think it was Nephil’s blood.” Now this I need to lie about. To protect Aimee. “Must have made my mind strong enough to undo the breaking.”
He ponders this before offering his own shrug. “You won’t come back?”
“What about Ull?”
“Without a witness they won’t know if you killed him or if you had help, which it certainly appears you did, though you and I both know that’s not true.”
“You weren’t witness?” I ask.
“A witness who also happened to be your trainer. When you killed Ull you put