Indebted Page 9

  Knowing I’m in serious trouble with Reed and possibly every other angel in China, I back away from him while holding out my hands in front of me. I’m disturbed to realize that my hands are shaking a little. “You can’t be mad at me because you shut me out first!” I say, trying to go on the offensive, while looking for a better defensive position within the room, but there is no place to hide in here.

  “There were two,” Reed says with deathly calm as he holds up two fingers, matching me step-for-step, not letting me gain any distance from him. “I assume the first clone that Phaedrus followed was intended for Russell. Please tell me that the second one was sent to Brownie.”

  My nervousness increases, knowing that he is not going to like the truth. “I had to make sure it knows that I exist so that it stops trying to wring the information from Russell and Brownie,” I say as an explanation to his question.

  “Genevieve,” Reed says icily and I pale. “What did you say to the Ifrit?” he asks, struggling for control.

  “Well…I don’t want to tell you that part,” I say in honesty.

  “Why not?” he snaps back.

  “Because it might make you mad,” I reply shakily.

  “I’m already angry,” he snarls.

  “True, but you’re not going to like this,” I warn him. When I hear him growl I quickly say, “I told it, ‘Mercy for them or there will be no mercy for you.’”

  Slowly, his wings retract as his face loses its scowl. He cocks his head to the side asking, “You said that to the Ifrit?” I nod, watching him shake his head tiredly. “The Ifrit will come for you now. He won’t be able to resist such an enticing challenge issued from such an incredibly beautiful being.” He turns then, striding towards the door.

  Moving faster than him, I manage to get in front of him before he leaves the room. “Wait! Where are you going?” I ask, panicking because he looks grim.

  “I have to negotiate with the Undines. They have to see reason and protect you from the Ifrit, now that you have provoked it,” he says in a stern tone.

  “You have to do that right now?” I ask him, wringing my hands. “Can I come with you?” I ask him hopefully. I don’t want to stay here alone. What I just did is now beginning to register in my mind and fear is making my hands tremble.

  “No,” Reed answers evenly, “get some sleep. You look exhausted.” He steps around me then, telling the angels who have been guarding me not to let me out of my room.

  “Reed! You’ll tell me if you hear from Phaedrus?” I call from the doorway of our room. He ignores me and continues walking. I turn away from him, feeling miserable. I have managed to anger everyone that is here to help me, but I can’t pretend that I would do anything differently because I wouldn’t. Walking listlessly to the bed, I lay down on it, pulling Reed’s pillow to me and hugging it for comfort. Shivering with dread, I close my eyes, feeling the need for sleep burning me. I begin to drift off and I try to fight it. I want to stay awake in case they hear from Phaedrus. If he loses the clone, I plan to send another one that may pass him, allowing him to pick up the trail again. Jerking my eyes open once or twice, I soon lose the battle against fatigue, falling asleep.

  Warm air filters in the open windows, stirring the hair that has fallen in wisps from the sticks holding it in a knot at my nape. “I cannot give you his soul, Alya, but I can give you his heart. I will cut it out for you…” a voice whispers to me like a caress, making my heart pound in my chest and panic grip me. “That is the only mercy that you will have from me…unless, you give me what I desire.”

  “What do you want?” I ask sluggishly, feeling weighed down and listless. “You give me Russell and Brownie, and I’ll give you what you want.”

  “You are wise, Alya,” he says with a raspy resonance. “We may both get what we want, in the end. Tell me where you are now.”

  “China…I’m in China. Where are you now? I’ll come to you…” I insist.

  Drops of water raining on my face and body cause my eyes to flutter open right before the drops become a deluge, soaking me. “Wake up!” a twinkling voice says from near me as rain continues to fall on my head.

  Dripping wet I open my eyes to see Safira standing over me with her arms crossed in front of her. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asks me, tapping her foot and frowning at me from the dry side of the bed. She looks like some kind of beautiful mermaid who has been transformed to walk on terra firma. I think I can even see something on her neck that looks like gills just behind her ears.

  Shivering from being doused with cold water, I clench my teeth and reply, “I was sleeping! Do you mind?”

  “Don’t lie to me! I can smell magic all over this room. You were speaking to the Ifrit!” she accuses, flicking her hand and dispelling the rain like she is turning off a tap.

  “I was…” I pause, thinking about what just happened—the whispering voice—the smell of molten heat in the room. “How did it find me?” I ask her with a shudder.

  “You gave it a connection to you when you sent it your spirit or image or whatever you are calling it” she replies, pointing her webbed fingers at me. “Were you bargaining with it?” she asks as her skin sparkles a little, like she is covered with a light coating of crystallized brine.

  Rubbing my eyes, I sit up in the bed. I duck my head and admit, “Yeah, I think I was bargaining with it.”

  “I knew it! I knew you were an evil creature,” she says, running her hand through her golden hair that sways like it’s floating in a current. “I told them that you would betray us, but no one would listen to me after they heard the message you sent to the Ifrit. Threatening it with no mercy has won over all of the Powers; they will follow you into the abyss if you asked it of them. But, the first chance you get, you bargain with it,” she sneers at me, exposing her wickedly sharp, pointed teeth.

  “Do you know what ‘Alya’ means?” I ask her, ignoring her rant and trying to remember every word the Ifrit spoke.

  “Why? Did he say it? It’s a name…old…Arabic, it means ‘heaven,’” she replies, and my heart skips a beat.

  “Listen to me,” I say, sitting up with supernatural speed and reaching for her. I grasp her upper arms before she can evade me, startling her with my strength and speed. Staring into her sapphire eyes, I continue, “If that thing comes here, I want you to do something for me,” I say quietly, watching her eyes narrow. “I know that you care about Reed. I want you to make sure that nothing happens to him. I don’t care how you do it—freeze him in a block of ice until the Ifrit is gone if you have to, just do it, okay?” I ask in desperation.

  “You are evil!” she says, struggling to pull away from me. “He is a Power. No one protects a Power. They will slay you if you try.”

  “But, you love him…” I counter, trying to understand why she wouldn’t want to save Reed.

  “Yes, and I have loved him longer than you, long enough to know that he will never love me or forgive me if I try to protect him from danger,” she retorts. “You do not know him at all, do you?” she accuses me. “Have you seen him fight? I doubt the Ifrit has a chance against him even with all of its magic. I’m much less worried about Reed fighting an Ifrit than I am at seeing him with you!”

  “Why?” I ask her in shock.

  “Because he will die for you,” she glowers at me, causing me to feel the ferocious, stabbing fear that the image of Reed being hurt elicits.

  “That’s exactly what I’m trying really hard to prevent,” I glower back. “So you find a way to help Reed because if something happens to him I’ll find you.”

  “Are you threatening me?” she ask incredulously, blinking, and I notice a second set of eyelid-like film that covers her eyes momentarily before it retracts back beneath her normal eyelid.

  “Yes!” I retort, going nose to nose with her.

  Elan and Sorin step into the room then, grinning like they’ve been enjoying themselves. “I think that Preben will replace us if we do not step in now, although, my
money is on the Seraph,” Elan says to Sorin, as they casually flank us while we continue to glare at each other.

  Safira’s head snaps up at the insult and Elan is quick to sidestep the spout of water that she hurls at him. “Marlowe, Kendall—you must be losing your appeal. I wasn’t finished speaking to the half-breed,” Safira says insultingly.

  Sorin’s chin motions towards the door. “Don’t blame them, they were highly entertaining, but it just didn’t compare to what was going on in here,” Sorin replies, watching the two lovely Undines who show themselves just outside the doorway to my room, looking vicious with their bared, sharp teeth. “And do not even consider freezing me in a block of ice or I will slay you,” he continues with a cheeky grin.

  “Is nothing private around here?” I ask them with irritation in my voice, letting go of Safira’s arms and stepping back from her.

  Elan’s bright-white smile flashes at me, showing his perfect teeth. “You were hardly being discreet. You were shouting at each other,” he says.

  “Urr, you are all in love with this half-breed,” Safira accuses them, storming towards the door. “Trouble will follow her wherever she goes. She is a tsunami and you are dancing around in a small boat.”

  “Yes, she is very dangerous—what could be wrong with that?” Sorin asks Elan with a perplexed expression, and then he sidesteps a funnel of water that comes spinning at him through the doorway as the Undines leave. It crashes into the far wall, causing a large puddle to splash onto the floor. It looks like monsoon season has begun early.

  Still dripping wet from being rained on, I turn to my bodyguards, saying, “Do either of you know any magic that will clean up this water?”

  “Towels,” Sorin replies, running his hand through his sunny-blond hair.

  “That’s weak,” I say, exhaling as I walk to the bathroom and gather a few towels to clean up the mess in the bedroom. I am surprised when Elan and Sorin both help me mop up the water. When we finish, I drape the wet towels and sheets over the porch railings and then go back in alone to clean myself up.

  Stepping into the bathroom, I eye the bathtub, thinking how nice it would be to soak in it for a while. Then, thoughts of being trapped in it by Safira surface in my mind. I ignore the tub and turn on the shower. I don’t know if I can really call it a shower though, it’s more like a very large, marble-tiled glass enclosure with several large shower jets positioned around it. Stripping off the red silk dress, I pull the sticks from my hair, allowing it to spill down my back.

  Once in the shower, I close my eyes as the warm water runs over my face and hair. Bowing my head, the water runs down my back and wings as I concentrate on the conversation I had with the Ifrit in my dream. He had been about to tell me where he is. He had shown me something…a grassy field with a cluster of little wooden windmills with thatched roofs. They are not the type that I had seen in pictures of Holland, but much smaller, set on small pedestals of fieldstones with Queen Anne’s lace growing around them. They are more like grain mills because there are lines attached to the sails so that they can be turned by hand if necessary. I had drifted past the windmills that had turned silently in perpetual motion and by a low, earthy house with whitewashed walls and a thatched roof. Beyond the modest white house there was…I shudder.

  “Are you cold?” Reed asks from behind me and I jump, spinning around just as his arms embrace me, pulling me to him. Water spills onto his chest and neck, running in rivets over his bare skin. He reaches over and bumps the hot water nozzle a little, making the water steamy. I must have been really concentrating because I hadn’t even felt the butterflies in my stomach that should’ve warned me of Reed’s presence.

  “Reed, what are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’m checking on you,” he replies in a gentle tone, his sexy voice touching me like a caress.

  “Ah. And how do you find me?” I ask. He was angry with me when he left earlier, but he doesn’t appear to be angry now. A slow smile is creeping to the corners of his mouth.

  “This part of you, right here…” he says, leaning forward as his mouth nears my shoulder, “I find to be very lonely.” He brushes his lips over the curve of my shoulder. “That’s better,” he breathes, while I exhale deeply, inching closer to him as my knees become weak. Lifting his lips from my shoulder, he brings them to the sensitive curve of my neck, saying, “And here, this spot, looks neglected, too.”

  “It does?” I ask, feeling unsteady. I slip my arms around his neck.

  “Yes,” he replies as his cheek grazes my sensitive skin, causing a shiver to escape me.

  “What about this part, right here?” I ask him, touching my lips with my fingertips.

  He responds by pressing his mouth to mine gently, savoring the feeling of the initial contact. When he pulls back to look into my eyes, I see the smoldering heat within his. “What happens to bad people when they die?” I whisper, feeling his lips tracing a path downward.

  “Why?” he breathes against my skin.

  “Because, what I want to do to you right now is very, vey, bad…” I trail off as he brushes his fingers lightly over my wings.

  “This is not bad,” he smiles at me, his green eyes deepening in the soft lighting of the shower. “This is right. You are mine and we are one.”

  “Ohh…that’s good…” I say as my eyes close briefly, savoring the feeling of his hands. “That’s very, very, good…” I sigh.

  His hands weave through mine as he presses me back to the wet, marble-tiled wall. “My angel…” I hear him say against my skin. Neither of us speak again for quite some time.

  Reed holds my languid body to his, turning off the water and wrapping me in a huge towel before he carries me back into the bedroom. He finds the extra sheets I left there. Spreading them out, he quickly makes the bed while I watch him.

  “So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” I ask, leaning my head against the high back of the chair.

  “No, I’m not angry with you at this particular moment,” Reed smiles at me and my heart skips a beat. “The Undines have agreed to protect you,” he explains.

  “Really?” I ask, because I’m shocked to find that they will help after my conversation with Safira. “Your negotiations were successful?’

  “Yes, Liv, their leader, agrees with us. She gave them all the order to defend you,” he replies.

  “Liv? Which one was that?” I ask.

  “Light blue hair, violet eyes…” he says, describing Liv for me.

  “Hmm…blue hair, really? I must’ve missed her in the crowd. I guess I was focused on the one clinging to you,” I reply, watching the towel that Reed has wrapped around his narrow hips slip a little lower.

  He nods, seeming to read my mind, he moves over to the chair, picking me up again and kissing me. He carries me to the bed, following me down onto it. Snuggling me to his side, he combs his fingers hypnotically through my hair. My eyes feel heavy and I’m struggling to stay awake because I have so many questions to ask him. “Reed, we need to talk,” I say as he pulls the covers tighter to me.

  “Shh, Evie, it’s the middle of the night. You have to rest,” Reed replies.

  “I need to know if you’ve heard anything from Phaedrus yet,” I say. Reed’s smile fades. “What have you heard?” I ask, pushing up to a sitting position.

  Reed exhales heavily, saying, “I’m not going to tell you anything now.”

  “Do you know something?” I ask.

  “Sleep,” he says cajolingly. He holds me in his arms, spooning me as we lay together in bed.

  “I can’t sleep. I have information I have to tell you,” I reply in a calm voice.

  “Elan told me about Safira coming in here,” he says with a frown in his tone. “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get near you again.”

  “She is the least of my worries,” I exhale. “I spoke to him… to this Ifrit…” Reed’s hand, which has been gently stoking my side, stills. “He called me Alya…it means—”

  “Heaven,
” Reed interrupts.

  “Yeah,” I murmer as a shiver rushes through me.

  “How did he contact you?” Reed asks in a low tone.

  “He spoke to me in my dream. He wants me to come to him,” I admit.

  Reed’s body becomes rigid against mine. “What did he say?” he asks.

  As I tell Reed everything that the Ifrit had said to me, as well as my responses to him, he doesn’t interrupt. The more I explain, however, the tighter his arms around me become. When I describe the windmills and the little whitewashed house that was shown to me, I turn to look in Reed’s green eyes.

  “I think the Ifrit was leading me beyond the little house,” I say, trying to remember the building, “to a little rustic church. The building is in three sections. The middle section is the tallest and two smaller sections flank it. Each section is made from vertically placed rough, tree trunks. A bronze-toned roof covers all three sections with the highest roofline in the center section and lower rooflines on each side. In each section, there is a tall spire with an oblong, bronze cap set upon it. Each cap holds a bronze cross above it. The tallest spire is in the center and it is flanked on either side by shorter versions of the same.”

  Reed’s voice is gentle as he says, “That sounds like a fairly detailed description, given that it was in the distance, beyond the white house.”

  “It seems familiar to me. Like déjà vu…like I’ve been there already,” I reply, meeting his eyes.

  “In a premonition,” he says, not at all like a question.

  “Yeah…I think so. I can’t remember it, though. I think it’s too…ugly,” I admit, trying to pull off a casual shrug. “So, have you heard from Phaedrus?” I ask.

  I wait for Reed to answer me, but he remains silent.

  “Reed,” I sigh, “I told you everything. Now it’s your turn.”

  “No, it’s not. I’m prepared to protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself,” Reed says firmly, meeting my eyes.