A Fistfull of Charms(40)

“She’s not lying,” the woman said, giving me a quick smile that was neither warm nor welcoming. “About anything.”
Walter sighed as if it was bad news. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly.
Damn. I looked at Jenks. His eyes were wide and he looked anxious. He had heard it too. Something had shifted. Double damn.
Six more men came in and Walter stood, curving his arm familiarly about Pam’s waist and tugging her closer. “Pit them,” he said, sounding regretful, and Jenks stiffened. “I want to know if anyone is coming after her.” He smiled at Pam. “Try not to do anything that can’t be undone? We may have to give them back to whoever backed her in this. She many not belong to Kalamack, but she belongs to someone.”
“Whoa! Wait up,” I said, standing. “You’d let me walk out of here if I worked for Trent and was after your stinking statue, but you’re going to put me away if all I came for was Nick?”
Jenks groaned, and I froze when Walter and Pam looked to the truth amulet on the table. It shone a nice, friendly green. “And you knew it was a statue, how?” Walter said softly. 
Crap on toast. Stupid, stupid witch. Now they wouldn’t stop until they found out about Jax. I knew Jenks’s thoughts were on a similar path when he jiggled on his feet, anxious.
“Find out what they know,” Walter said, and a wild look came over Jenks.
I fought to not move as someone put his hands on me, exerting a steadily growing pressure to fall into motion. Brett’s stocky figure eased into the archway, his expression clearly saying he thought they were making a mistake. “I’m not going to talk,” I said, shaking inside. “There isn’t a spell stirred that can make me saying anything, much less the truth.”
Walter favored me with a smile that showed his small teeth. “I wasn’t planning on using spells to make you talk. We have drugs for that,” he said, and I went cold. “Sparagmos has quite a resistance to them and we’ve since turned to older methods. He’s resisting those too, but maybe we can move him by hurting you. All he does is weep when we ask him where the statue is. Pam, will you supervise her interrogation? My ulcer acts up when I hurt a woman.”
He started for Brett and the archway, leaving Jenks and me with a room full of weapons. Frantic, I looked from Jenks to Walter standing by the door, giving a quiet set of instructions to Brett. I scanned the room as if for options, finding none.
“If she knows, someone else does too. Find out who,” Walter finished.
“Rache?” Jenks whispered, clearly tensed to move but waiting for me to give the word.
“I claim ascension,” I said, frightened. Oh God. Not again. Not on purpose.
Walter jerked, but it was Pam who spun, her dark hair furling with the motion and her lips parted, a surprised doll with red cheeks.
“I claim the right for pack ascension,” I said louder. I wasn’t about to fight her, but I could stall for time. Kisten would know something was wrong if I didn’t call him in three days. At that point I didn’t care if I had to be rescued or not. “I want three days to prepare. You can’t touch me,” I added for good measure.
Anger pulled Walter’s white eyebrows tight, and furrows lined his brow. “You can’t,” he said. “You aren’t a Were, and even if you were, you’d be nothing but a two-bite whore.”
Jenks didn’t relax, but he was listening, as was everyone in the room. Poised. Waiting.
“I can,” I said, shrugging out of the grip of whoever held me. “I do. My pack number is O-C(H) 93AF. And as an alpha, I can claim ascension over whomever in hell I want to. Look me up. I’m in the catalog.” Shaking, I gave Pam a shrug I hope she understood meant it was nothing personal. She looked at the bruises on my neck, her eyebrows rising but her thoughts unknown.
“I don’t want to front your lousy tick-infested pack,” I said, making sure everyone knew where I was coming from. “But I want Nick. If I best your alpha, then I claim him and leave.” I took a slow breath. “We all leave. Intact and unharassed.”
“No!” Walter barked, and everyone but Pam and I jumped.
Jenks looked worried, his green eyes pinched. “Rache,” he said, apparently not caring everyone could hear him. “Remember what happened the last time?”
I shot him a poisonous look. “I won last time,” I said hotly.
“By a point of law,” he said, jerking to a standstill when he tried to take a step and the men surrounding him threatened violence.
“Jenks,” I said patiently, ignoring the pointed weapons. “We can try to fight our way out of some crazy survivalist’s group, swim for shore, and hopefully elude them, or I can fight one stinking Were. One way, we end up hurt and with nothing. The other way, I’m the only one who gets hurt, and maybe we walk away from this with Nick. That’s all I want.”Jenks’s face fell into an unusual expression of hatred that looked wrong on him. “Why?” he whispered. “I don’t know why you even care.”
I dropped my eyes to the carpet, wondering that myself.
“This isn’t a game,” Walter said, his round face going red. “Get the medic up here with the drugs. I want to know who sent them and what they know.”
The man grabbed me and I tensed.
“Ah, Walter, dear?” Pam said, and everyone in the room froze at the ice in her voice. “What, by Cerberus’s balls, are you doing?”
In the silence, Walter turned. “She isn’t a Were. I thought—”
His words cut off at Pam’s low noise. Her eyes were squinting and her hands were on her hips. “I’ve been challenged.” Her voice got louder. “How am I supposed to walk out of this room and not have every last whining dog think I’m a coward? I don’t care if she’s a leprechaun and has green tits, she just pissed in my food dish!”
Jenks snickered, making Walter’s ears redden. “Sweetie…” he coaxed, but he was hunched and submissive. I cocked an eyebrow at Jenks. Maybe I’d been going about Weres all wrong. It was the women who held the balls of the alpha males that really had the power.
“Sugar Pup,” he tried again when she pushed his hand off her. “She’s stalling for time. I want to know who’s coming to bail her out before they get here. She’s not a Were, and I don’t want to jeopardize gaining the artifact by adhering to old traditions that don’t belong anymore.”
“It’s those traditions that put you where you are now,” she said scathingly. “We don’t have to give her three days.” Pam turned to me, simpering. “We do it now. Think of it as me softening her up. It will be fun. And if she cheats with her magic, the pack can rip her to shreds.”
My hope did the proverbial swirl down the crapper. Walter apparently didn’t know what to do either as he stood in blank surprise while Pam kissed his cheek, smiling. “Give me twenty minutes to change,” she said, then sashayed out.
I looked at Jenks. Shit. This was not what I had planned.
Fourteen
L ittle sun made it past the fragile spring leaves, and I shivered. It is the cold, I thought, not the rank smell of ash and emptied bowels or the people joining the noisy throng in twos and threes. And it wasn’t that Jenks had his hands cuffed before him. And it couldn’t be from the air of a festival growing as everyone gathered to see me get mauled. No, it had to be from the chill May afternoon.
“Yeah, right,” I whispered, forcing my hands from my elbows and rocking to my toes to loosen my muscles. The scent of old smoke was strong from the nearby fire pit, almost hiding the rising odor of musk. I had a feeling they would’ve lit the bonfire to add to the travesty if it had been later. As it was, the people in fatigues and little caps were arranging themselves in small knots in one corner. Across the clearing, the street Weres in their baggy, colorful clothes were more cool as they portrayed an indifference that was fake but effective nonetheless. Between them was the third group, wearing slacks and dresses. They were quietly laughing at the guys in fatigues, but were clearly wary of the rougher, wild cannons the street Weres made with their show of jewelry and loud voices. The excited chatter was getting on my nerves. 
Under it was the sensation of gathering power. It tickled through me, and my expression blanked as I slowly recognized the unfamiliar feeling. With thoughts of the fiasco at Mrs. Bryant’s running through me, I opened my mind’s eye to see the surrounding Weres’ auras. My gut twisted as they swam into view.
Crap on toast, I thought, glancing worriedly at Jenks. All three packs had the same sheen of brown rimming their auras. Most Weres had an outermost haze reflecting the predominant color of their male alphas, and the chance that all three alpha males on the island had brown auras was slim. They were bound into a round under one Were. Damn it, this wasn’t fair!
And the bond was strong too, I realized as I scanned the compound for a way out of this. Strong enough to sense, as it hadn’t been at David’s intervention, which didn’t bode well for the upcoming alpha contest. Listening to the jeers and chatter around me, I couldn’t help but feel as if the extra strength came from the subordinate members joining it.