Being who she was, Peta braved the waters of my past first. “Tell us about Cassava. Why do you think she’s the one behind your father’s disappearance?”
I sighed heavily and the wind whipped up around us. I eased off on the diamond so my breathing would not be connected to it while we had this discussion. The last thing I wanted was to have the power of air running though me as I raged about Cassava. About how she’d destroyed my family.
I tore the piece of bread into bits, one for each thing Cassava had done.
The bottom of the boat gave a thump and the water around us rippled. I froze. “Peta. Tell me you didn’t see that.”
“Sorry.” She shifted into her snow leopard form. Worm shit.
The boat swayed to the left, out of the current as though something were pushing it. Cactus stood and I waved him back down. “Standing is a bad idea. Don’t rock the boat.”
He clutched the edges of the boat. “Then what do we do?”
I dared to lean over and stare into the water. Scales undulated around the hull, twisting and turning. A flicker of deep green against the blue, and here and there flashes of yellow.
“Peta. Snake-like, big coils. Green and yellow.”
“Sea serpent,” she said. Her words were like a trigger. The water around us erupted and a serpent burst out. Its head was easily fifteen feet in the air, with an elongated jaw like a crocodile and teeth the size of my hands. The thing’s body was easily as big around as the boat and there seemed to be no end to it.
It snapped its jaw once and dove back down under the water. The boat rocked and swayed; the water stilled as if there had never been anything there. I hunched my shoulders.
“That was easy,” Cactus said, and my muscles tensed further. Peta’s eyes met mine. She dug her claws into the bottom of the wooden boat.
“Hang on,” I said.
“What? Why?” Cactus spit out.
Heartbeat.
Breath.
Heartbeat.
The boat lifted up with no warning, straight into the air before tipping to one side. Cactus went flying with a yell, but Peta and I dangled from the boat as it flew through the air. Flashes of scales, a coil crashing down in the water. I lost my grip on the wood and fell separate of the boat. I didn’t land in the water, though. I landed on the sea serpent.
Straddling the coils, my legs stuck out to the side, like a child riding a wide-backed horse. I slipped to the side and into the water, pushing off the creature with my feet. Its head spun around and it grinned at me.
“Tasty morsels, oh so fine. Elementals out of their element.” Water sprayed as the serpent spoke, its voice high, and distinctly feminine.
She drove her head straight at me, jaws wide. One gulp is all it would take to suck me into her maw; I’d barely be a single bite. I flung myself sideways at the last second but she caught my left leg, right at the ankle, and bit down.
I was going to lose my foot.
And go mad like Coal.
I sat up and dug my hands into the ridges around her eye. I didn’t think, I reached out and let Spirit guide me.
Her mind was a tangled mess. In it I saw the hand of another Spirit user. Someone darker than me.
“I am not him,” I whispered. A shudder went through her.
She spat my leg out and lowered me into the boat. I didn’t let her go, knowing the connection of touch was the only thing keeping her mind easy. “I am not myself any longer. The cloaked one did this to me. I was a familiar once, to the Undines’ king.”
“Finley’s father,” I said. Her big eyes blinked in confirmation.
“Yes. I would have stayed. But the cloaked one took my mind. This respite . . . I am not sure it is welcome, for I know the danger I represent.”
Cactus tugged on me. “Stop playing with the snake, Lark. Let’s go.”
I ignored him. “Serpent, I can’t heal your mind.”
“I know.”
She didn’t move, but her tongue flicked out and touched the tip of my spear. “You could save me from this.”
Peta stepped closer. “You could be healed. There is another who wields Spirit. More experienced than Lark or the other one.”
Her eyes flicked to my cat. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Peta bobbed her head.
The serpent let out a sigh. “I still do not know if you can get past me. Why are you here?”
“Looking for The Bastard,” I said.
She snorted and salt water sprayed over us in a fine mist. “There is no love lost in him for supernaturals or elementals. I will wish you luck with him, and me.”
I softened my touch on her face. “How do we pass by you?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she slowly lowered us and the boat to the water. “Put it in my mind that there is better prey elsewhere. It is the only chance you have.”
I closed my eyes and thought about fish to the south of us, schools of fish fat and lazy, replete with a feed of their own. “Here we go,” I said, and slid my hands away.