A Mermaid's Ransom (13 page)

"Dante," she cried out, terrified anew.

But he was already standing in his circle, and when she tried to move toward him, the circle's shielding had returned, keeping her where she was. As he turned his back on her, energy began to shimmer throughout the room again. He was chanting, setting up his passage and perhaps hers, words she didn't know but she was sure Mina would. She'd wanted to learn more about magic, but there'd been many things she'd wanted to do.

Dante's magic had an innate energy to it. She felt it wrapped amid his emotions, an inextricable part of him. The Dark Ones may have taught him rudimentary preparations to save them gruntwork, and Dante may have read all the grimoires they left behind, but a great deal of the magical energy pressing in on this room was his own, a natural sorcerer's. Did he know it?

Dante, don't leave me here. I'm so afraid.
Dizziness closed in, her arms barely holding her up.
No. Please let me lose consciousness before my face falls into the blood.

He was tracing symbols that shimmered in flame and then seared themselves into the air so she could see their outline. Power sizzled, burning her lungs, her eyes. Flame shot up around them, and still she yearned toward him, hoping, even though hope didn't exist here. Mercy didn't exist here. She felt nothing from him now, just a pure, focused intent to get the hell out of this place.

But Jonah would sacrifice all he was to hunt him down and claim vengeance for his daughter. Her mother's heart would break, her spirit shattered. It all rolled into the pain of loss, an end Lex had never imagined for any of them. She couldn't bear it.

Please, Dante . . .
If he did it this way, he wouldn't find what he sought. He couldn't. She knew it. And that was as heartbreaking as all the rest.

It was too late. The flames shot higher, and now she saw the rift outline, a spiral of starlight, flame and darkness within its boundaries that would take him into her world. Into destruction, of far more than just himself.

While she would be alone and terrified. It was demeaning for that to leap to the forefront now, ahead of everything else. His back flexed, that beautiful body moving forward. Would he even look back at her, or had he already forgotten her existence? Her soul cringed at that final betrayal, so irrationally deep she wobbled, afraid the breath she rasped before he stepped through would be her last.

His form shimmered, and she drew in a cry, a painful denial. It was all the strength she had left. As if her arm muscles had turned to water, she fell forward, so hard her face hit the stone at the bottom of the shallow basin. Blood, its wetness and smell, invaded her nose and mouth, forcing her eyes shut. She always kept her eyes open underwater, but this was cold, slimy and brought none of the reassurance the sea did.

Terror spiked through her sluggish body as the banging on the door became thunder, wood splintering and stone crumbling. She was going to die, chained forever to their hopelessness.

She screamed as she was grabbed. Adrenaline kicked in enough for her to strike out feebly. Her Dark One attacker pulled her out of the bloody circle, turning her over so fast in its grasp, it was as if the world tilted, upending her onto the cool stone so he and his fellows could rape her flesh, strip it from her bones while there was life left in it.

"No," she wailed, wishing she could be brave, wishing she was anywhere else, wanting her father or mother . . . or Dante.

Hands cradled her face, the thumbs swiping over her eyes, taking away the blood. She let her gaze spring open, and saw Dante's hard face above her.

"You will go first," he said. "You will not die."

She felt the terrible knowledge in him, what he held at bay like a finger in the dike of his emotions. The larger part of himself was howling, demanding that he sacrifice anything he must to get free, to do what he'd dedicated his life to doing. It was like watching one lone man battle all the forces of hell erupting from his soul, and it was a terrible energy, pouring over her, telling her how close he was to changing his mind. But he thrust her down in his circle, straightened and shouted out the proper words, defiant, angry, his shoulders back. His crimson eyes were as fierce as the flames rising around them, stifling her with their heat.

She was so weak, she could only watch. She wanted to tell him they would help him get back through, they would honor their agreement . . .

Only they hadn't really had one, had they? They'd agreed to open the portal for him under duress, in exchange for her life. If they had her, they would close it. Nothing he'd done would merit their consideration, because they were not seeing him right now. Only she understood the cost, and even she couldn't completely comprehend it, because she'd only experienced two days of it.

Her arms started to shimmer as the portal transfer took a grip on her body, a hard, painful suctionlike pull.

Emitting a piercing snarl that her mother would have recognized in the echo of her father's battle cry, Alexis used a reserve of strength she didn't really have. By force of will alone, her wings and tail muscles shoved her upright, toppling her toward him. In automatic reaction, he grabbed her, because, bless the Goddess, he hadn't shielded this circle to hold her inside it as he had hers.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Lex pressed her cheek against his abdomen and flipped over, making him stumble the necessary couple of steps into the circle. Holding on as if the universe was at stake, she closed her eyes. With an ominous scream of wind and energy, or perhaps those were the shrieking voices of those being left behind, the portal pulled them both in.

Eleven

HE'D said the portal could only take one at a time. She knew enough about magic to know it was idiotic to go against its rules. While it had been pure impulse, she realized she might have killed them both, because she felt like she'd been shut up in a dryer, blasted with searing heat as she was pummeled, turning and spinning.

Though she shrieked from the pain of it, she kept holding on to him. She'd made a fist and locked her other hand on that wrist, even knowing if the energy grew strong enough, there would be nothing she could do. As a mercreature who knew she could be knocked off course by a few cubits of water, she knew the force of the elements far exceeded mortal abilities, or her feeble grasp.

She could only try, though. Digging deep, she dredged up the life energy she knew she had left, and poured it into her grip, even as her reserve ebbed like an hourglass. If it went on too long, it wouldn't matter. She'd be a dead merangel, spinning through a vortex between worlds. Like the oblivious bodies of the crabs washed up on the beach, but at least that would be better than a soul adrift in the Dark One world.

Oh, hell, it wasn't going to work. She was slipping, and if she let go, one or both of them would be lost.

One of his arms wrapped around her back, then another. As strong as he was, she hadn't realized he had the power to fight through that tornadolike compression.
Thank the Goddess.
His heat was under her cheek, the thundering of his heart. His curses rumbled in her mind, threatening her with all sorts of bodily harm for going against his wishes, though she knew she hadn't. He wanted this more than anything, and it was what was right.

Fire, wind, stars spiraling, and then, as abruptly as they'd been seized, the tornado let them go. Her battered body hit something solid as a concrete wall. Pain overwhelmed her, but it didn't matter. She could smell salt-laden air. The ocean.
Oh, Goddess
.

Something was wrong. The energy was still there, pulling at what was in her arms. It would tear her into pieces if she didn't let go, if he didn't let her go, but they were both too frozen to do anything, still caught in the grip of the portal magic.

"Let go, Alexis.
Let go
." She'd never thought her godmother's acerbic voice would be so welcome, or that the feel of humid air against her flesh, in her nostrils, would be Heaven. But she couldn't loosen her arms. The pain and energy storm made it impossible to think, but she knew that was the most important thing. The vortex wanted to take him back, take him to the Dark One world again. And she wouldn't allow it.

Instead, she summoned up a tiny wisp of energy to speak in a torn voice she barely recognized. Her reality was disembodied, the witch's face an illusion.

"Help him, Mina. Help . . . him . . . through. Please."

Through her cracked lids, her eyes streaming so everything was wavering, Lex glimpsed the witch, her long black hair flying with the force of the wind being generated, her bicolored eyes brilliant with the power she was channeling. It was all over the chamber, wherever they were, as suffocating as what she'd first felt in Dante's tower. The being she held and the one trying to bring her home were both Dark Spawn, half Dark One. Mina had to understand. Had to.

Please . . .

Her fingers slipped, and Lex cried out in protest, falling to stone. She scrambled over stiffly, like a fish that had lain too long on shore. Ripped muscles and strained joints protested, holding her down. "No," she screamed. "Don't let him go!"

"He's here. Easy. You both made it. Holy Goddess, Lex."
David, Mina's mate.
She choked on her sob and sought Dante. Barely cognizant of her surroundings, she pushed her abilities to the limit and found him. A moan of relief escaped her, but then her brain marshaled where they were. More importantly, who
else
was here.

Breaking free of David's reassuring grip, she surprised him enough to get free and use her wings, broken though one was, to fling herself toward the energy she knew was Dante. She hit him in a half crouch, as if he was trying to get to his feet, and managed to roll them both in a painful tangle of bodies across the stone floor.

A startled curse preceded the explosion. The callback of the energy burst seared her wings enough that she smelled burning feathers. She was rolled over, more swiftly than she could process, making her need to retch again, though her heaving stomach was empty. She scrabbled for Dante, then realized the hard hands that had grabbed her and thrust her over to douse the flames were his. He was on his feet, standing between her and that charge of lethal fire.

"No. Don't hurt him," she gasped, trying to push herself upright.

Stay where you are, Alexis. Do not make me angrier at you.
Dante's voice sliced through her mind, quite determined and furious.

"I think the question to be asked is whether he's foolish enough to try to hurt
us
?"

Mina's dry sarcasm brought the volatile energy ricocheting around the room down a notch. Alexis managed to get her back against a stone wall and slowly focused on her surroundings through the vee of Dante's legs.

They were in the underwater caves where Mina used to live, before she and David had moved to the magical Schism line in the Nevada desert. The airbell in here allowed those present to stand on wide ledges of stone, though the retracted water lapped at the edges. She couldn't help but gaze hungrily at the water, her scales aching for the touch of that soothing lubrication. But it would have to wait. She braced herself, hoping she wouldn't pass out from agony or weakness until she was sure she would wake up and find Dante still here.

The electrical burst intended to kill Dante had come from Jonah, of course, which explained the abrupt callback and curse, because he would have had to absorb it. It had hurt him, obvious from Jonah's tight-lipped expression, but it didn't affect his murderous focus on Dante one bit.

The commander was a mere handful of feet away, feet braced, sword drawn. The darkness of his eyes was ebony fire, his face in a hardened battle mask she'd never seen before. While she knew he was intimidating, she had only received resonances and secondhand accounts of it. Her empathy had always reassured her he would hack off his own wings before ever harming her, even when he'd threatened her with all sorts of dire punishments for her adventurous childhood transgressions. She'd never feared him. Always respected and tried to obey him. Her heart twisted as she realized that might be about to change.

There were three other angels in here, as well as Mina and David. While she didn't see Anna, she sensed her mother near, likely in another of Mina's extensive series of caverns. Since her father could speak in her mother's mind, she hoped he'd sent her the message that she was here and safe.

Of course, glancing down at herself, she wasn't so sure of that. She was dehydrated, her wing was broken, as were possibly some other bones in her body, and she was covered in blood. Though it wasn't her own, they didn't know that.

Dante, don't provoke them, please. Just stay still.
What if the head-talking only worked in his world?

A harrowing pause, and then his voice flooded her mind, relieving her.
They are going to kill me anyway. What does it matter?

No, they won't.
"The blood's not mine," she managed in an undignified shrill squeak. While she barely had enough energy to move, she wished she could shift to her human form to stand before them, show them she was all right.

Dante had moved his gaze to David. Mina's mate actually stood closest to them, toward the left flank. His one white and one black wing, unique in the Legion, were at a half fold, prepared to propel him into combat as needed. No matter that he was a formidable fighter, David had an inner calm that Lex rarely felt anything disrupt. Even now, those tranquil waters reached out to Lex, cocooning her like a blanket.

However, just like with her father, he bore an expression Alexis hadn't seen before. The daggers he usually kept sheathed were sharp and glittering in each hand. His calm was a frightening calm, waiting for Jonah's order. Marcellus was here, as was Bartolemy, another lieutenant. All angels she knew. She'd grown up under the shadow of their wings, their protection. But the cold rage emanating from them now told her exactly how she appeared, what they were seeing.

"He didn't hurt me," she coughed.
Technically.
"Pyel, please listen to me. Please don't hurt him. He won't harm me."

"If that is so, David will come and remove you from behind him." Jonah's gaze never left Dante's face. The vampire Dark Spawn mirrored his combative stance, every muscle tense, energy emanating from him that pushed against Mina's lingering casting, making the atmosphere a combustible stew.

"She's mine, not yours," Dante retorted. "And she'll move when I say."

The flash of fire was instantaneous. Alexis cried out in protest, but Jonah's sword erupted into blue flame at the same blink that David knocked into Dante, his dagger slashing down. Dante's defensive movement put David behind him, and in the next second, David was over Alexis, crouching to protect her with his body and wingspan as Jonah moved in. Dante spun with the motion of David's daggers, however, and now a concussion of energy struck David in the shoulder, flipping him around so Jonah's sweep of steel and fire slashed through the feathers of his lieutenant's left wing in the close quarters. With a snarl, David completed the turn, tangling himself with Dante so they both went down. Dante sprang free in an instant, but Jonah was already on top of him as well, sword swinging in a deadly arc.

"No!" Alexis screamed.

The explosion, a force of Dante's energy, shuddered through the cavern, cracking the walls and dislodging rock. A stalactite speared the water with a resounding plunge, showering them all. The welcome touch of salt water splashed her needy scales. Alexis gasped as the ledge rocked, dislodged by the blast. At least that was what she thought, but whipping her head around, she saw Mina, already in motion toward the angels, tip her hand. The ledge mimicked the movement to slide Alexis smoothly into the cool grip of the sea, out of range of the combatants. Because of her weakness, she dropped below the surface, and couldn't marshal the strength to surface. As her body sank, she saw flashes of light above her, and struggling bodies.
No. Please, Pyel. Mina . . .

She was powerless to stop it now. All she could do was hope Mina would. Her tail struck bottom in the cavern below and she wavered there, holding on to consciousness by a thread. There was a flow of water here, warm and cold mixed, as if the destruction had opened another tunnel.

Dante? Are you all right?

There was no answer, but she could feel him. He was still here, still alive. Really, really pissed off. His anger matched her father's rage, making her wonder if the two of them would turn the caverns into a rock pile before they were done and she'd be crushed down here. She should investigate that tunnel.

But when she tried again to pump her tail, get herself off the seafloor, she was hit by another wave of dizziness, a head-pounding pain that made her moan. Goddess, she felt terrible.

As a hand closed on her arm, she yelped. Anna was there, her arms closing around Lex's hips and then shoulders, holding her up. Just holding her. Her mother's hair waved around her, brushing her arms and hips, her soft, singsong sounds of relief and distress resonating in Lex's ear. Alexis clung back, the struggle above momentarily forgotten as the full force of her fears came back to her, the absolute certainty she'd never see her mother again, never feel her like this. Gripping her hair, she pushed her face into Anna's throat, her emotions unchecked as they floated in the water together and battle waged above them.

"I need help, Myel," Alexis spoke in their shared language at last. "I'm weak, and Pyel can't kill him. He mustn't."

Anna stared at her, her maternal eyes logging every bruise, the injured wing, the exhaustion and lingering horror of her ordeal in her daughter's eyes. It made Alexis glad she was in the water, for that meant she was no longer a bloodsoaked specter. If she'd seen her on the ledge, Anna might not have listened at all.

"Please, Myel. Trust me."

Anna at last nodded. Gripping Alexis's waist, they cautiously ascended. Alexis helped with propulsion as much as she could, but she was all too aware her mother was doing most of it, her one good wing and tail no longer responsive.

Anna paused long enough to determine that there were no more energy exchanges going on, at least not the projectile kind, then they surfaced.

The angels were at one end of the cavern, on a broken piece of ledge. Jonah's face was bleeding and there was a nasty burn across his broad chest. Perched on an outcropping from the wall, Dante was on the other side of the chamber. His fists were clenched, body in a predatory crouch. He had a bloody lip and he was holding his arm stiffly. While his wing was going to need repair, David appeared to be all right. Marcellus and Bartolemy likewise appeared uninjured, though from the plethora of feathers floating in the water and the residual fizzing of magical fire, it was obvious the brief fight had been fierce.

Alexis noted the shimmer of a barrier cutting the center of the ledge. Mina stood in the fulcrum of it. Her eyes were blazing, hands on her hips, her teeth pulled back in a sharp-toothed snarl. Overlying Dante's dark magic and the angel's fire was a vibration Alexis had never felt so overtly, though she sensed it every time she was near her fearsome godmother. David had edged closer to her, his eyes watchful, as if gauging that temper and where she was going to go with it.

In a heartbeat Lex understood better why Jonah often feared for his young lieutenant. The concentrated power of Mina's temper alone took away what feeble strength she was lending her mother to keep them surfaced. Anna's arm tightened around her waist. Despite Alexis's resistance, she moved them to the angel side of that barrier, onto one of the remaining narrow ledges.