“Since four days after Halloween. And he never said a word about it. He told me you were the only one who vanished that night.”
“How the bloody hell did he make it out?”
I gave him a look of helpless exasperation. “How would I know? He never even admitted he’d been here. He lied.”
Christian’s eyes narrowed further. “When did you have sex with him?”
Uh-oh. The lie detector was staring out at me from those tiger eyes. “It wasn’t like I was willing,” I prevaricated.
“Lie,” he said flatly.
“I wouldn’t have done it under any other circumstances.” That was the truth, and he could choke on it!
“Lie.”
Really? “He made me do it!”
“Major, huge lie,” he said dryly.
“You don’t understand the situation I was in.”
“Try me.”
“I hardly think it’s relevant to any of our problems.” I turned my back on him and began dressing.
“Do you have feelings for him, Mac?”
I dressed in silence.
“Are you afraid to answer me?”
I finished dressing and turned around. Christian was getting a little scary-looking. His eyes were growing inhumanly brilliant, golden. I kept my face a smooth mask. “I’m starved,” I told him. “I’ve got two protein bars. You can have one. And I’m thirsty, but I’d rather not drink from that quarry. And I think we have much bigger problems than my feelings about Jericho Barrons. Or lack thereof. And those animals,” I pointed to the far edge of the valley, “look edible to me.”
I began to walk.
Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones that thought the sleek, graceful gazellelike creatures looked edible, as we soon discovered in the middle of the valley.
A stampeding herd of thousands of shaggy-furred horned bulls with whiplike tails and wolfish snouts was bearing down on us, hard.
“Do you think maybe they’ll just part around us?” I’d seen it happen in the movies.
“I’m not sure it’s not us they’re after, Mac. Run!”
I ran, even though I was pretty sure it was pointless. They were too fast, and we were too far from any kind of shelter.
“Can’t you do something Druidy?” I shouted over the nearly deafening pounding of hooves.
He gave me a look. “Druidry,” he shouted, “requires preparation, or it can have disastrous results!”
“Well, you’re looking all formidable! Surely you can do something with whatever’s happening to you!” The black symbols had begun to move up his throat now.
The ground was shaking so hard it was getting difficult to run. It felt like an earthquake creeping up on us.
When I stumbled, Christian moved so quickly that the next thing I knew I was over his shoulder and he was running ten times faster than a normal man. Of course, he was pumped on Unseelie. I raised my head. The herd was too close. We still weren’t moving fast enough. The creatures were gaining, snouts snapping, saliva flying. I could practically feel their breath blasting us.
“Use the stones,” Christian shouted.
“You said it was too dangerous!”
“Anything’s better than dead, Mac!”
I dug into my waistband, pulled out the pouch, and flashed the stones.
Comparatively speaking, it was one of the smoother transitions.
Unfortunately, it deposited us on a fire world.
I flashed the stones again, and the flames on my boots died instantly, because the next world didn’t support carbon-based life and there was no oxygen.
I flashed the stones again, and we were underwater.
The fourth time I flashed them, we ended up on the narrow top of a jagged cliff that fell sharply to a bottomless chasm on both sides.
“Put me down,” I shouted over the wild gale whipping around us. I was crushed over Christian’s shoulder, dripping wet and gasping for breath.
“Here?”
“Yes, here!”
Snorting, he lowered me to my feet but kept his grip tight on my waist. I stared at him. His amber irises were rimmed with black. It was staining inward, like ink clouding water. The strange symbols were licking up over his jaw.
“Just what did you do on Halloween?” Why was Unseelie flesh having such a strange effect on him?
He gave me that killer smile, but it wasn’t killer charming, it was killer cold. “I chickened out at the last minute, or we wouldn’t have failed. We tried to raise the only other power we knew of that had once stood against the Tuatha Dé and held its own. An ancient sect called the Draghar raised it once, long ago. Barrons didn’t hesitate. I did. Care to get us off this cliff, Mac?” he snarled.