For a Few Demons More(189)

“I’m going to stuff your stump with poison ivy,” I said, blinking as Edden let my arm go. “And buy a terrier to dig you out. And then I’m going to…to…” God, this stuff works fast. But I couldn’t remember anymore, and I felt my muscles go limp. The curse went somnolent, and I had a brief instant of clarity before the drug took complete control. Golden sparkles blotted my vision, turning black as I shut my eyes. “I thought you were dead, Jenks….” I said, starting to cry. “Are you okay, Ivy?” My voice shook, and I couldn’t open my eyes anymore. “Are you dead? I’m sorry. I messed everything up.”

“It’s okay, Rache,” Jenks said. “You’re going to be okay.”

I wanted to cry, but I was falling asleep. “Kisten,” I slurred. “Edden, go see Kisten. He’s at Nick’s,” and then my lips quit working. Ivy’s arms were around me, keeping me from rolling to the floor as Edden twisted back into the front seat. The siren wailed a short bleep, and he pulled back onto the road. I heard Ivy whispering softly in my ear, “Please be okay, Rachel. Please.”

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me. It was a relief not to have to fight the curse. I’d made a mistake. I’d made a horrible, immense, irrevocable mistake. And I didn’t think there was a way out of it.

It was a shock when I realized my cheek was cold. I wasn’t moving anymore either, and the echo of voices came from everywhere, confusing me as I tried to give them meaning where there was none. The warm arms around me slipped away, and I felt dead. I think I was in the church. Yeah, I was lying on the floor like a sacrificial lamb. That was about right.

“I don’t know if I can,” a soft voice said. It was Ceri, and I tried to move. I really did, but the drug wouldn’t let me. The confusion was starting up again. It seemed as if the more awake I was, the more the curse could exert itself. I was beginning to feel anxious and jittery. I had to get up. I had to move.

“I can help,” came Keasley’s gravelly voice, and an unexpected fear joined my bewilderment. Keasley was my friend, but I couldn’t let him touch me. He was a witch. A witch could put me back in prison. A witch had done it before. I wouldn’t let it happen. I had finally gotten free, and I wouldn’t go back!

I could feel the drug slipping away, but I couldn’t move yet, so I pretended to be dead. I could be still as well as run. I’d been still for millennia. And then, when the time was right, I would run.

“It’s not that I can’t do the curse,” Ceri said, and I felt someone brush the hair from my eyes. “But her psyche is mixed with it. I don’t know if I can lift the curse away without taking a chunk of her. I’m calling Minias. He owes her a favor.”

Panic slid through me. Not a demon. He would see. He’d put me back! I couldn’t go back. Not now. Not when I had tasted freedom! I had to get up!

I winced at the brush of air and the clatter of wings. “She’s waking up again,” that damned tiny voice shrilled.

A presence smelling of aftershave and shoe polish came close, making the floorboards creak. “She’s had enough to put down a horse,” said a man, and I tried to pull back when my arm was lifted. “I don’t want to give her any more.”

“Just do it,” Ivy said, and I tried to slow my breathing. “We have to get that thing out of her, and we can’t do it if she’s fighting us!”

Again the prick of the needle, and I fought it. Blackness swirled, and I was running, running, my pulse strong and my feet moving like water. But it was a dream like all the other times, and I cursed the pain it left behind when a new voice—soft and demanding—lifted through me and stirred me to life.

It was a Were’s voice. Low. Strong. Independent. I wanted it so badly I almost choked on my desire to be free. I tried to get his attention. He would take me. He had to take me. He knew how to run. This witch didn’t. Not even in her dreams.

“I can legally make life-and-death decisions for her,” the Were said, and I heard the rattle of paper. “See? It’s right here. And I make the decision that she will exchange the favor you owe her for your helping Ceri. You will make sure Rachel is herself before it’s called done, and you will not harm anyone in this room until it is finished and you’re gone.”

I cracked an eyelid, rejoicing in it. With sight came a confusion of double thought. The witch in my thoughts tried to stop me, but I piled pain and confusion on her, and she ceased thinking. This was my body, and I wanted it to move as I said.