“Putain.” After a hesitation, Jack laid down the rifle. “You’d kill a rare female?”
“After what she did in there?” Burly’s eyes held a mix of animosity—and fear. I was as good as dead in his mind. “For the murder of our queen and guard, you’ll both walk the plank. Or you’ll get stabbed to death.” He motioned with his bayonet. “You know the way.”
With frenzied grunts, the men prodded us. We had no choice but to stumble along, closer to our execution.
In French, Jack told me, “If we survive the fall, the cold will kill us in the blink of an eye.”
“Circe’s our only hope.” But how could she adjust the temperature of her element? She’d been unable to fight the ice at the castle.
The mob forced us out onto the foggy deck. In the freezing darkness, the plank loomed.
Both Jack and I stopped in our tracks.
I strained my voice to scream, “Circe!” Was she anywhere near us? Could she hear us down in her echoing abyss?
Burly snapped, “Shut up, witch.” He swung his bayonet at me, but Jack defended with his arm.
Slice. Blood poured.
“You’re goan to pay for that.”
“Save it, Cajun.”
Would they stab Jack’s stomach next? His heart? “I’d rather chance the water.” I shuffled out onto the plank, chancing a glance below. My breath caught in my throat. The trench was a hungry beast, awaiting its due.
Jack followed, keeping himself between me and those blades. “Doan go any farther, no.” He planted his boots. “If Circe is goan to save us again, now would be a mighty fine time.”
“CIRCE!” Fog banks swirled, obscuring my vision at intervals, but I thought I saw the water level rising? My imagination?
Jack peered back at me, and his solemn expression broke my heart. “Another adventure together, non?”
Now I knew we were about to die. “At least I’m with you.”
A thicker blanket of fog swept in until I could scarcely see Burly and his men. Shouts carried from the crowd below, followed by a sharp scream that ended abruptly. “What’s happening down there?”
“Maybe Kentarch and Joules came back.”
Burly ordered some men to investigate the commotion. Several hurried away, but he and three others remained focused on us. Bayonets breached that dense fog, slashing at Jack.
Another slice on his upper arm. Then his wrist. He held his ground, refusing to back up.
“You can’t take another stab!” I inched back, yanking on his hand. The plank teetered, making my stomach dip.
“Just hang on, you! Not another step.” He leaned forward, but it was a losing battle. “Putain!” The plank bounced up and down.
Up. Down. Up. Uuupppp—
The bayonets disappeared. Four loud thuds sounded. Had bodies just dropped to the deck?
Jack and I started sliding backward. We were looking up at the end of the plank—about to be dumped! “Jack!”
Over my scream came a stomping sound.
The plank stabilized! A metal boot was lodged atop the other end. Black metal.
Oh, dear God. I gazed up in dread.
The Grim Reaper loomed in the mist, clad in full armor, with both of his bloody swords drawn. His helmeted head turned, his gaze locked on me. The man who’d decapitated me twice had me in his sights once more.
Death has come to claim me . . . .
41
Maybe this was some kind of nightmare. Maybe I was still unconscious from that earlier rifle blow.
“Come with me.” His raspy voice sent chills over my skin.
No nightmare. Was the Reaper cured? Or had Paul somehow dispatched an assassin to kill us?
From behind Jack, I sputtered, “Go with you? So you can drink my blood from your sword? I’d rather Circe have my icon!” I scrambled back a step.
Death hissed in a breath, his eyes glowing behind his helmet visor. “Do not move, sievā. The Fool showed me a vision. If you and the mortal go into this water, you will freeze and your heart will stop.”
With my free hand, I wiped sea spray and blood from my face. “Why should I believe anything you say?”
“I’m here to help you.” He glanced down at the trench. “We must leave this place at once. We’re running out of time.”
“For Lorraine!” Two more Jubileans attacked with bayonets.
Aric twisted to keep his boot on the plank as he struck the two men down. Their bodies joined the pile with Burly and the others. Aric turned to us. “Come!”
His tableau wavered over him, right-side up. But I barely trusted my own sight. I remained frozen until the entire shelf of land seemed to move. Another Rift?
As I reeled to balance myself, Jack decided for me, pulling on my hand to escape the plank. Back on the deck, he asked, “You got a vehicle, Reaper?”
He shook his head.
“We need to get to Kentarch’s truck down in the lot, but more Jubileans will be waiting for us.”
“Tell me where it is, and I will lead the way.”
“Get to the ground, then head left.” Jack squeezed my hand, telling me, “I’ve got you, peek?n. If you doan trust him, trust me.”
I met his gaze and finally nodded. We hurried back through the yacht, passing body after body. To reach us, Aric had taken down a score of men.
Jack snatched a rifle from the clenched hand of one corpse. Bullets from another’s vest.
When Aric stormed outside, shots erupted, hitting his armor. PING PING PING.
Jack tucked me close against his body, shadowing Aric as the Reaper covered us.
Down on the ground once more, we ran, water splashing up around our ankles. The sand had always drained quickly; there’d never been standing water before. It seemed to be seeping up through the sand.
The shelf rumbled, sloshing the overflow. I asked, “What’s happening?”
Aric answered, “The Priestess is losing control.” Of her catastrophal powers?
More men attacked, stupidly testing out their bayonets against Aric’s swords. Death left behind a wake of bodies for Jack and me to blunder through.
Over his shoulder, Aric asked, “Where are the Centurion and the Tower?”
“They left today,” Jack said. “Could be for good. Long story . . .”
By the time we reached the Beast, water was up to our knees. Jack released my hand, then located the hide-a-key under a spotlight.
Aric headed toward the other side. “I’ll drive.”
Jack opened the passenger door, tossing his rifle in. “In you go, Evie!” He helped me up. “Take this key.”
I’d just snagged it when more gunshots rained down; like a blur, Aric had covered the distance to us. Stretching out one of his swords, he deflected a bullet about to plug Jack’s skull. “Get in, Deveaux!”
Jack dove inside the cab, slamming the door behind him. “Jesus, that was close.”
I warily unlocked the door for Death, then handed him the key.
He jammed it into the ignition. When the engine didn’t start, his gaze dropped to the row of tiny rocker switches. He yanked off his gauntlet and reached for the switches—just as Jack did.
I slapped away Jack’s arm with all my strength. “No!”
“Don’t ever come that close to my skin, mortal!”
Jack held his hands up. “Easier if I just enter the ignition sequence.”