Authors: Chloe Neill
Pike and a man I didn't know, probably the guard, lay on the floor, eyes closed.
I cursed Ezekiel under my breath. But Liam had already disappeared up the stairs; he'd need backup, so I had to delegate.
“Reece, please,” I said, pointing to them, and headed for the stairs.
While he crouched by Pike, checking his pulse, I took the stairs two at a time, and could hear Foster's low and warning growl echoing down from the second floor.
I rounded the corner, stopped short in the threshold of Eleanor's room.
It had been ripped apartâpaintings on the floor, rugs pulled up from the hardwood floors, objects from Eleanor's large bookshelf tossed around. Eleanor lay on the floor near the windows, her petite body looking impossibly frail. Moses crouched in front of her, ferocity in his expression.
And in front of them were two Reveillon membersâa man and a woman in their dirty linens.
She stood on Eleanor's high-backed chair, cornered like a treed raccoon by a snarling and snapping Foster.
Liam had already engaged the man, and they exchanged blows on the other side of the room.
Fugitives momentarily contained, I ran to Eleanor. But Moses still crouched protectively in front of her, his horns gleaming like lacquer as he watched me with murderous eyes.
“Moses,” I said, firmly, even while my heart was frantically thumping. “I need to check Eleanor.”
He bared his teeth, his pupils narrowing to slits.
I didn't know what would bring him back, remind him that I was a friend. And since Eleanor wasn't moving, I didn't think I had time to figure it out.
“Fine,” I said, taking another step closer. “Gore me if you need to. But she needs help, and I'm going to check on her.”
Mustering every ounce of confidence, I walked past him like this was just business as usual.
I knelt beside Eleanor and put a hand against her forehead, then her neck. Her forehead was cool, her pulse slow but steady. There were bruises already gathering at the thin skin on her arms, and a lump on her forehead. We needed to get her to a doctorâor get a doctor to her, although Lizzie probably already had her hands full . . .
I looked up, around, spied her shawl on the back of her overturned wingback chair, then jumped up and grabbed it, offered it to Moses. “I don't want her to go into shock. Can you cover her with this?”
I hoped that allowing him to help her would help him in turn, bring him around.
Sure enough, the red haze in his eyes seemed to dim as he swung the blanket over her, tucked it in.
“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for protecting her.”
He gave me the tiniest nod, which was progress as far as I was concerned.
Maybe thinking I'd dealt with Moses, the female fugitive made a move to get down, but Foster jumped, nipped at her leg. She cursed
at him, kicked wildly. Foster was smart enough to avoid her feet, and jumped in front of her while trying to sink teeth into her shins.
Much as I wanted him to bite herâand as much as she deserved itâI didn't want him hurt in the process.
“One minute,” I said to Moses, jumping to my feet and walking to the chair where she perched. “Foster,
sit
,” I demanded, in a tone that said I was the alpha female.
Surprising both of us, he sat down, ears back and teeth bared, as he watched our mutual enemy.
The woman looked from him, to me, and her eyes went sly. She had a military lookâshort hair, cut cheekbones, serious eyesâand I recognized her. She was the other woman who'd walked beside Ezekiel at the protest, who'd been in the lead with him as they moved down Bourbon Street. I wondered if there was a reason for thatâand if that reason was why he hadn't made her carry explosives.
She stepped down from the chair, fury in her eyes.
“Traitor.”
“You guys do like that word, don't you? Ironic, though, since you're the one who walked into someone's home and attacked her. You think that makes you a savior? You'd be wrong.”
“She's a traitor.” Her eyes narrowed. “And I know what else she is. I've seen them come and go, the Paranormals. I know why she's here.”
Part of me wanted to be afraid for Eleanorâfearful this woman had somehow figured out her magicâbut that seemed unlikely, so I didn't have to fake my confusion. “What else is she?”
“A Sensitive.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, she isn't.” She wasn'tânot technically, anyway.
“You lie to protect them, but that doesn't matter. We know now. Ezekiel knows now.”
Every cell in my body wanted to stop the action in the room, run
to Liam, and relay that Ezekiel now believed Eleanor was a Sensitive. That Liam's grandmotherâa woman Ezekiel already believed was a traitorâhad magic. Instead, I had to play it off.
“Since you're wrong, he'll be sorely disappointed,” I said, trying to sound bored.
“You're lying. Why else would she live in this hellhole, near
them
? Why else would they visit her, talk to her, if she wasn't like them?”
“Did it occur to you that maybe she likes talking to Paranormals? That they like talking to her?”
“That would make her a traitor like you. You'll end up on the wrong side of history,” she warned. “We'll end this reign of terror, and we'll end it now.”
“You know, the last time someone decided to mow down people to create a new world, they ended up in Devil's Isle.”
Logic evaded her. “You're helping Paranormals destroy the Zone.”
I gestured to the room she'd trashed. “
You're
destroying the Zone, literally. You're killing people, destroying more of a city that can't afford it.”
“We're working for a better world.”
I thought of Eleanor on the floor, of Moses in shock, of the screams and gunshots, of the fires and lost Containment agents, of the death and fear and pain.
And I couldn't help myself. I balled my hand into a fist and rammed it into her pretty face.
She hadn't expected me to do it, and hadn't even raised her guard. She wobbled, and then her eyes rolled back. She hit the floor with a heavy thud.
“Bitch,” I muttered, then shook my hand, tears springing to my eyes. I'd known it was going to hurt, but not this much. It felt like I'd rammed my knuckles into a steel panel.
“Ow.”
There was a crash of wood. Liam's man had fallen backward onto a low table. On his back on the floor, his eyes fluttered closed.
Chest heaving, Liam lifted his gaze, searching for the other agent, found her sprawled out. He looked at me, the hand I cradled, and a smile crossed his face.
“Did you knock her out?” he asked, walking toward me.
“Yeah.” I opened my hand, flexed my fingers, which shot pain through them. “Maybe not my best idea.”
“Reckless,” Liam said with a shake of his head, but the comment didn't diminish his smile. He held out his hand, and I placed my fingers in his. He touched each bone gingerly, as if checking for breaks. “Right cross?”
“Sure?”
“I think you're all right. Bruised it, but I don't feel anything broken.” He turned to Moses and his expression became serious again. He crouched beside him and Eleanor, put a hand on Moses's arm. “Status?”
“Fuckers moved fast. Fast and quiet. We didn't even hear Foster, Pike, or the guard make a noise, and then suddenly they were upstairs.”
“They could be ex-Containment or ex-military,” I said.
“Yeah,” Liam said with a rueful nod. “And that's not real comforting.” He squeezed Moses's arm. “You kept her safe. I owe you for that.”
“Kept her safe? She's lying on the floor, unconscious.”
Eleanor opened one eye. “I'm not unconscious. I was just pretending.”
“You were
what
?” Moses turned his angry stare on her. “You think I have time for nonsense like that? For pretending? Scare a body to death. Half to death, anyway.”
“Reckless,” Liam said again. “Both of them. Where are you hurt?”
He put a hand behind Eleanor's head to help lift her up, but she winced, shook her head.
“Chest. My ribs. But only when I try to breathe,” she said, trying for a smile.
“Guy knocked her down,” Moses said. “Knew she couldn't seeâat least not the way humans usually doâand pushed her right out of the chair. Kicked her, the asshole.”
“I try not to use such language,” Eleanor said. “But he was definitely an asshole.”
Liam closed his eyes on a laugh. I tried to bite one back, as a laugh seemed really inappropriate under the circumstances. But Eleanor turned her pale gaze toward me, fumbled for my hand, squeezed it.
“Laugh,” she said. “Always choose to laugh.”
“And give 'em a good right cross,” Moses said, pointing at me. “Yours isn't too bad, girl.”
Well, that was something, anyway.
L
iam situated Eleanor on her small bed while Moses and I put away Eleanor's magical effects. He slipped into the next room when the agents came upstairs. There was no point in complicating things further.
Reece walked inside, Smith and Valentine behind him.
“Pike?” Liam asked quietly, to avoid disturbing Eleanor.
“He's been taken to the clinic,” Reece said, “along with Agent McNally. He had a bump on the head, as far as I could see. The fugitives must have surprised both of them.”
“They'd need some skills for that,” Liam said.
“She has the look of ex-military,” I said, gesturing to the woman whose eyes rolled back as Smith turned her over, cuffed her.
“That was my thought, too,” Liam said. “They'd have needed skills to stay hidden for so long. Maybe disgruntled war vets.”
Valentine cuffed the man, and with the help of a couple more agents, the no-longer fugitives were taken downstairs.
“She thinks your grandmother is a Sensitive,” I said quietly.
Liam's expression stayed calm, but his eyes tightened almost imperceptibly. He wondered why I was bringing it up in front of Reece. But I had a plan.
“I mean, she's obviously wrong, but she thinks that's why your grandmother lives here. She said Ezekiel knows it.”
Reece looked at Liam. “Why does your grandmother live in Devil's Isle?”
“Because I live in Devil's Isle. I wanted her close, because I thought I could keep her safe that way.” Liam's tone turned snappish. “I was obviously wrong about that, and I don't like being wrong.”
Reece nodded, and his empathetic expression seemed sincere. “She'd have been targeted today as a human living in Devil's Isle, even if not a Sensitive.”
“She's not a Sensitive. If she was, I'd have gotten her out of here a long time ago.” He'd basically done the same for me by not taking me in.
“That would be illegal,” Reece said.
“It would,” Liam said. “And I'd have done it anyway. Containment's handling of Sensitives is moronic and shortsighted. Lizzie's a very good physician. But not allowing Sensitives to deal with their magicâto avoid becoming wraithsâis unconscionable.”
I wondered if it took willpower not to look at me when he said that. Because I had a hell of a time keeping my gaze on Reece.
Before Reece could respond, there was a thump and cursing downstairs. Reece took a heavy breath. “I'll go escort our Reveillon friends to the brig in the Cabildo, make sure they're safely put away.”
“Thank you for your help,” Liam said, and Reece nodded before leaving us again.
When the front door had opened and closed again, Liam glanced at me. “âShe thinks your grandmother is a Sensitive'?” he repeated.
“Containment could hear it either from us now, or from the fugitive during interrogation when we aren't there to respond. If we get it out here, talk about it, it lessens the impact.”
“She's right.” Eleanor's voice was quiet but clear.
Liam moved to the bed, put his hands on his hips as he looked down at her. “I guess you're still awake.”
She stared blankly toward the ceiling. “Of course I am. I'm entitled to listen when people are talking about me in my own home.”
Liam smiled a little. “Fair enough.”
She looked in my direction, smiled. “That was a very clever plan.”
“Thank you, Eleanor.”
Liam shook his head at both of us, and then his expression went serious again. “Eleanor, I think Reece is right. I think it's time to get you out.”
Eleanor sighed heavily. “I'm not sure I'm in a position to disagree.” She looked toward Liam. “But I'm not going without Moses.”
“Bullshit,” Moses said from the doorway, then strode toward us with his stiff gait. “You will damn well go without me. You will go today.” He looked up at Liam. “You'll take her out today.”
“Moses, nowâ”
He reached Eleanor, put a stubby hand over her delicate one. “I'm just one of the crowd, Eleanor. One of the Paras incarcerated here. That girl may have been wrong about you being a Sensitive, but the truth won't matter much. Not if Ezekiel wants to believe it.”
“Exactly,” Liam said. “Which is why we need to get you out.”
“I'm a grown woman fully capable of assessing risk,” she said. “I lived through the war, after all.”
“Eleanorâ” Liam and Moses said simultaneously, prepared to make their arguments.
I held up a hand. “Stop arguing. We've established Eleanor is amenable to leaving, but she won't leave without Moses.”
I thought of what Malachi had said, of the importance of giving Paranormals some authority over their own lives, and looked at him. “If we could figure out a wayâif we could make it workâdo you want out?”
He looked at me for a long time in silence that Liam and Eleanor didn't interrupt.
I wondered what he was thinking about, what considerations he was weighing. The stability of prison versus being out there on the run? The freedom of it, faced against the possibility of being dragged back into Devil's Isle?
And there was something more there. He looked at me, into me, like he was assessing, evaluating. Like a man who wanted to offer up his hopeâa delicate and fragile thingâand wanted to be sure the recipient could care for it.
“Yes,” he said, and I nodded.
“Then we'll figure out a way,” I said. And that was that.
â
It took nearly half an hour, but Lizzie eventually arrived in scrubs marked with stains I didn't want to think too much about.
“Sorry it took so long,” she said, stepping into Eleanor's room and pulling clean gloves from her pocket, slipping them on. She nodded at me, Liam, Moses, then walked to Eleanor.
“Some of our human staff members didn't come in this week. Too worried to step into Devil's Isle.”
“Looks like they had cause,” Liam said darkly.
“True, but a pain in the ass nonetheless.” She looked back at us. “Why don't you give us a few minutes for the exam?”
“I'll make tea,” Moses said, and hopped down from his chair, headed toward the door again. There must have been a kitchen in there.
“You make tea?” I asked him, and grinned at the middle finger he threw back at me.
I really, really liked him.
Liam and I obeyed Lizzie's subtle order and went downstairs, where Foster waited patiently.
I sat down on the floor, focused my attention on Foster's apparently enormous need for scritches. Liam walked to a window across the room, arms crossed as he looked outside. Guilt was etched clearly on his face.
“You couldn't have known this would happen,” I said.
He looked at me, obviously pained. “I did know. We talked about her needing protection last night.”
Last night, when he'd stayed with me instead of coming back to Devil's Isle. When he'd trusted Gunnar and Containment with his grandmother's welfare.
“In that case, I'm sorry,” I said.
He looked back at me, eyebrows lifted, and challenge in his expression. He looked like a man ready for an argument. “For what?”
“For this. For putting your family in the line of fire again.”
Anger fired in his eyes again. “What is that supposed to mean?”
I curled back from that fire. “I don't know. Maybe if I hadn't asked you to go to the Apollo, you'd have been here, things would have been different.”
“Because you're the boss of me? Because I don't make my own decisions?”
“Well, no. Of course not.”
“No,” Liam repeated. “Of course not.” He moved closer, and it took a moment to realize that fire wasn't anger, at least not at me. His gaze locked onto mine, and the moment seemed to snap into place, like gear teeth settling together. “I make my own choices. I make my own decisions. You aren't to blame for any of them.”
“You should stay here overnight,” I said. “You'll feel better. I can find someone else to stay at the store, or I can find someplace else to go.”
The Apollo would be an obvious choice, but I didn't want to think about that right now, about my father and his secrets. There was enough to deal with in front of me.
“They'll look for you,” Liam said, shaking his head. “And they'll look for me. We might as well be in the same place together. I have friends. Bounty hunters that I trust, who mistrust humans as much as they mistrust Paranormals.”
“So they wouldn't be swayed by Reveillon?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“And speaking of which, how do Cajuns say âcoward'?”
Liam smiled.
“Capon
.
”
I nodded, remembered hearing him say that word before. “Ezekiel is a
capon
. Won't do his own dirty work.”
“God's own truth,” Liam said. “He's also a horse's ass.”
Also the truth.
“Moses,” Liam said, looking at me speculatively. “Do you really think it's a good idea to get his hopes up? To tell him we can break him out of Devil's Isle?”
“Why is that getting his hopes up?”
Liam blinked at me. “Because we're in a neighborhood-sized prison with high walls, guard towers, a new gate, and agents with very big guns?”
“I'm not saying it won't be hard. I'm just saying there has to be a way.” I looked up at him. “If we don't get him out, Eleanor won't leave. And if Ezekiel knows . . .”
His face went fierce. “I'll carry her out if I have to.”
I petted Foster, hoping it would calm me as much as it seemed to calm him. Unfortunately, it didn't.
“This place is death,” I said, wrapping my hands around my knees. “For Paras, for Sensitives, for wraiths. And not just because of Reveillon. Because there's no trial, no parole, no early out for good behavior.” I looked at Liam. “Every single one of them will die here.”
“We can't change the law,” he said. “And we can't take down Containment on our own.”
“I know. And I know we can't get everyone out. It's not possibleânot right now, not with the Magic Act. But maybe, if we could just help one personâone person Containment thinks is dead anyway.”
He looked at me speculatively. “I'm listening.”
“We have Delta. We have Sensitives, Paranormals, bounty hunters, researchers. If anyone could figure out a way . . .”
There had to be one. Because I was done with violence, done with double standards.
I was done with Devil's Isle.
“Shit,” Liam said. “I forgot about Delta. We missed our noon meet.”
I'd forgotten about it, too. “We'll head to the church when we're done here. Maybe they'll still be there.”
Liam nodded. “They may have heard what happened, assumed we were dealing with it. News travels fast among them.”
It always did. Paranormals had networks we didn't even know about. And maybe that was something we could use.
â
Fifteen minutes later, there were footsteps on the stairs, and we jumped to our feet.
“She'll be fine,” Lizzie said, pulling off latex gloves. “A sprained wrist, two bruised ribs, and a bump on the head we don't think is a concussion, but she still needs to be monitored. It will not surprise you that she doesn't want to go to the clinic.”
“I'm going to have a friend stay with her.”
“Good,” Lizzie said. “I'll send Victoria over here as soon as she can get away.” Victoria was one of Eleanor's regular nurses. She checked her watch. “I need to head back, free her up.”
“Maybe I could help,” I said, and they both looked at me.
“What?” Lizzie asked.
Guilt must have made me suggest it. Why else would I volunteer to help in the very place I dreaded going most of all? The place I'd be sent if I didn't manage my magic?
But the words were out, and she needed help. Besides, if I was fed up enough with Devil's Isle to bitch about it to Liam, I might as well walk the walk. Otherwise I was just a hypocrite.
“I could help you at the clinic,” I made myself say. “If you want. You're short-staffed, and my store happens to be well staffed right now. I could come by tomorrow morning, play candy striper for a little while.” If that was still a thing.
I looked at Liam. “You'll want to check on your grandmother anyway. Maybe Gavin could stay with Tadji at the store?”
Liam watched me silently for a moment. I wondered if he was thinking about his talk with Gavin this morning. But whatever he was thinking, he didn't show it. “Fine by me if it's fine with Lizzie.”
When I looked back at Lizzie, her gaze was still on Liam, eyes narrowed speculatively. “You did pretty good after the bombing,” she said.
“I can follow directions,” I assured her.
Liam snorted, but Lizzie ignored him.
“I know you can.” Her tone softened. “That would be great.”
I nodded. I'd made the commitment. Now I just had to figure out a way to get through it.
“I'll send someone back,” she said, then headed out the door.
“I'll need a little time to make arrangements for the guard,” Liam said into the silence. “Before we go to Delta.”
“Sure. I want to go to the store anyway.”
“How will you get back?”
I looked down. “I will use these sticks attached to my hips.”
His gaze darkened. “You're hilarious. There are killers out there.”
“Just like there were seven years ago,” I pointed out, and got a
dour look for my trouble. “Look, my right cross notwithstanding, I can admit I'm not great at hand-to-hand. I may not even be very good at retail. But I can be very sneaky when necessary. It was a skill I learned early.”
“Your father?” Liam asked.
I nodded. “I wasn't going to win a battle with a Paranormal weapon, and I wasn't yet a Sensitive. He wanted me to be able to shoot when I had a weapon, and run when I didn't.”