The tension in his eyes eased, even though we both knew that there was no way to ensure that such a promise would be kept. But I knew that it was more than that. He wanted me to promise that I wouldn’t make the self-sacrifice that I’d been willing to make before.
I put my hand over his and squeezed briefly. “This bitch is going down. That I can promise.”
He smiled, but I could see the flicker of unease in it. He knew I hadn’t given him the promise he wanted, but at the same time he knew that it wasn’t a promise I could give. Rachel wasn’t as big a baddie as a demonic lord under the control of the Symbol Man, but I still had to stop her.
But he didn’t say anything, just released my arm. There was an insane part of me that wanted to grab him and hold him and tell him what he wanted to hear, but there was no time and I had no idea what could be said.
We ran up to the front door together. I flashed my badge at the surprised receptionist without stopping or breaking stride, then bypassed the elevator for the stairs. I wanted to take the stairs two at a time, but I really wasn’t in the best shape for advanced stair-running, plus my legs were a bit too short to make that anything other than agonizing. Luckily, my aunt was only on the third floor, so I didn’t lose too much time. Ryan, the bastard, did take them two at a time, and then gave me what was clearly a smug grin when he reached the landing several seconds before I did.
I would have said something obnoxious to him, but getting oxygen to my tortured lungs seemed a bit more important. I merely scowled and gasped for breath as I kept moving down the hall to my aunt’s room.
Not that the running made any difference. I rounded the corner and careened into the open door of her room in classic cartoon fashion, complete with the screeching of my shoes on the tile. I expected to see some sort of dramatic tableau, with the role of the homicidal maniac being played by Rachel and the helpless hostage played by my comatose aunt.
Instead, I burst into the room to see Carl sitting by my aunt’s bedside, quietly reading to her. He stopped midsentence and lifted his head to look at me, the barest trace of puzzlement crossing his features. I quickly scanned the rest of the room to make sure that Rachel wasn’t hiding behind the door or anything else, but the curtains on all of the partitions had been pulled back, and I could see that the only people in the room were Carl, my aunt, and three definitely comatose patients.
“Busy room today,” he said, setting the book down. “Is something wrong?”
Busy? “Who else has been in here?” I demanded, still panting. Damn, but I needed to get in better shape. “Has Rachel Roth been here?”
His brows drew together. “Yes. About ten minutes ago. Very strange.”
“What was strange?” Ryan asked. He wasn’t out of breath at all. I hated him.
Carl tilted his head. “She ran in here, much like you two, and seemed very surprised to see me. Then she told me that she was here to take Tessa downstairs for some tests. I asked her what tests, and she became very angry, then came up to me and grabbed my forearm.” All of this was delivered in a calm, even recitation. “I had no idea what she was doing, but after a few seconds she let go, looking very puzzled and upset. Then she said, ‘Forget it. I can go straight to the source.’” His thin shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“You didn’t think to call the police or anything?” I demanded.
Carl lifted an eyebrow half a millimeter. “For what?”
He had a point. How was he to know that Rachel was a soul-sucking homicidal maniac? “She … couldn’t kill you,” I said, processing everything he’d said. “Must be something about how wards don’t affect you.”
Carl just shrugged again. “Well, she lit out of here. Would have been about ten minutes ago.”
“The source?” Ryan murmured.
I let out a curse. “The portal. She’s on her way to Tessa’s house.”
“Whatever that psycho pixie did to her before, she wants more,” Ryan said, voice near a growl.
Shit. She could kill with a touch now. I didn’t want to think about how much more powerful she could get. I whirled to leave, then looked back at Carl and stabbed a finger toward Tessa. “Protect her!”
He nodded gravely. “Absolutely.”
A BLUE HONDA Civic was parked unevenly in Tessa’s drive way when we pulled up, and I briefly wondered if Rachel had killed to get the car. On the way over, I’d called dispatch to modify the bolo on Rachel to warn officers off from attempting to apprehend her. I absolutely did not want anyone laying hands on her to try to arrest her.
Ryan and I approached the house, guns out and at the ready. The window beside the front door was shattered, and the door was wide open. Obviously the aversion wards didn’t have much effect on someone who was seriously determined to get in. I hope the wards on the portal will be strong enough to keep her from getting another pixie-thing out.