"And that would be a shame?"
Just when Ellie decided she'd pushed too far-and met her goals-he told her, "I will talk with Hag privately now."
"Where exactly do you want me to go, Lothaire?"
"You wanted to see the ocean?" he said in a cryptic tone. "It's just outside. Go. Behold."
Excitement trilled through her. "Truly?"
"We're in the Outer Banks."
Ellie leapt to her feet, racing to the front door.
Lothaire murmured, "In five, four, three . . ."
"What are you talking about?" Hag asked.
"The mortal's about to run face-first into the-"
"Ahhh!"
"-boundary." He smirked.
"You don't usually torment your prey, Lothaire."
"Yes, I do," he corrected. "And besides, my prey doesn't usually start it."
"Is her mind faulty? Mortal minds break so readily."
"She wants to provoke me, to goad my madness, so I'll attack and kill her."
"She's taking advantage of your greatest weakness so soon? Then she's surprisingly clever, is she not?" Hag added an envelope of green crystals to a flask, and it briefly fizzled. "Are you certain she's not your Bride?"
"Careful, Hag," he warned her, seething that she would even consider Elizabeth for him. "Your past employers might have forgiven your impudence; I will not."
"I never predicted your female would be Saroya."
"In so many words, you did. 'A great and fearless queen beloved by vampires, who will secure your throne for you,' " he said. "Ellie Ann, late of Appalachia, just isn't going to inspire Hordely, vampirely love."
Elizabeth was not a royal, not a noble, not a vampire. Not even one among the lowest of the Loreans.
Saroya was a deity.
Hag's lips thinned. Still unconvinced? How could she be? Of course Lothaire's Bride was a goddess.
He intended to start a dynasty with her that would last for eternity. The mother of that dynasty could not be an ignorant mortal peasant.
"Do you remember when I first found Elizabeth?" he asked. "How I came back and told you there'd been an error? I railed and denied your vision, until I found Saroya and everything made sense. It was like an epiphany. And you do recall that I was never blooded until I saw Saroya."
"I could roll now. Find out for certain."
"You might as well roll to find out if the sky is blue. To waste your power on that, when you can barely eke out enough to aid me as it is? Among other things, you were supposed to have located the Valkyrie queen. But to no avail."
When she opened her mouth again, Lothaire cut her off. "Goddess of blood trumps mortal trailer trash. Period. To even entertain the alternative is ridiculous." He leveled his gaze on her. "I will never-and can never-forsake Saroya. Raise this subject again in any fashion, and I'll slit your throat to your spine. Understood?"
She muttered, "Understood."
At least one female knew when to back down before him. Not that Hag was cowardly, but above all things, the fey female excelled in picking her battles. "Now, in regard to Dorada. I don't want to use the ring to defeat her."
He'd planned to use it no more than three times. Though the Ring of Sums was simple to utilize, it was one of the trickiest talismans in the Lore. The ring could make almost any wish come true, but the more one used it, the more it chose to misinterpret the wishes.
In the past, he'd heard of two different possessors. One man's first wish was for a fortune in gold. Chests of it had appeared outside his front door. Another man's fourth wish was for the same. Gold had fallen from the sky, burying his family.
And the ring allowed no wish to be reversed.
Lothaire could either put Dorada on hold and risk the ring's misinterpretation later, or face her now and risk that the ring would be moved from Webb's compound.
The logical move would indeed be to seek out the sorceress. "Find her for me," Lothaire said, "and I'll face her."
Hag nodded. "I'll be on the lookout as much as my visions will allow."
"And what of my confusion, my lack of focus?"
"Your Bride can calm your mind as well as anything I can concoct for you."
"What should I do? Bring Saroya with me as I fight to reclaim my ring?" She won't rise anyway, his mind whispered.
No, tonight she would. She must. Would it be enough to soothe his mind?
In any case, he would still seek a potion. "I can't expose her to the Lore. My enemies would annihilate her."
"Then return to her proximity as much as possible. Talk to her. Touch her."
"It's inconvenient. Just brew something for me."
"There's a remedy, but I'll need five ash vines to make it. The vines aren't usually found on this plane. I'll have to roll to locate some."
"Do it."
She pulled that wad of black cloth from her belt, unfolding it onto the counter, loosing dozens of small bones of various shapes. She scooped them up and rolled them like dice, then studied their placement, focusing her foresight. "There's a pack of wolverine shifters in the forests of Moldova. They use the vines to heal their mortal slaves after vigorous sex."
"How do I find the pack's den?"
She hesitantly rolled her bones again. "It's somewhere within a day's travel of Riora's temple."
Riora the goddess of impossibility. "I know the location." There'd be roughly six hours left before dawn in Moldova. He would trace outward from the temple, mile by mile, while checking back for Saroya's rising every hour. "I go directly. I want the potion base ready for my return."
"There will be dozens of males," Hag said. "Can't you use a blood debt for an extra sword or two? Only a madman would storm a shifter den alone."
He raised a brow. And your point is?
Chapter 19
The shore.
Ellie was staring at it, her hands and cheek pressed against the invisible boundary.
She was so close she could smell the salt air, could hear the waves, but she could touch nothing.
The boundary extended only to Hag's covered porch, as Lothaire had obviously known. Ellie's forehead still throbbed.
The scene before her was so different from her beloved mountains, the view here open and startlingly endless-
Her shoulders tensed when Lothaire traced beside her. She dropped her hands, furious with herself that he'd caught her staring longingly at the ocean. "You let me get this close but won't let me touch the sand, the water?"
"It's just like with the jewels." His words dripped with amusement. "You'll be happy simply to have seen this."
She quietly said, "I hate you more than hell."
"I know. Comfort yourself with the knowledge that you'll only have to deal with me for mere days more. With Hag's new potion, I could dream of the ring tonight. Why, you could be dead tomorrow!"
"I plan to come back and haunt you."
"Then you'd have to get in line. For now, I'll return here in a few hours or never."
"I know what I'm hoping for."
After he disappeared with a muttered oath, Ellie turned over idea after idea for escape. But she just didn't know enough about this world to navigate her current situation.
She remained at that boundary until daylight vanished over the ocean in a riot of purples and oranges. Sights like this could make a girl want to not already be dead.
With a heavy heart, she went inside, taking a stool at Hag's counter.
The fey was working on some potion, looking frazzled. Perspiration beaded above her top lip, loose curls dangling over her flushed face. Even the tips of her pointed ears were pinkened. And still Hag was gorgeous with her soulful brown eyes and dainty features.
Two out of two of the immortals Ellie had met were supernaturally beautiful. Which begged the question-how had this one earned her name?
Hag collected what appeared to be hardened blue eggs, then began to grind them with a pestle and mortar. When her apron gaped, Ellie froze. The fey had a cell phone clipped to her belt.
She decided to win Hag over, perhaps talking her into one phone call. With that thought in mind, Ellie returned to the chest-o-meals and ordered, "Two Coca-Colas on ice."
Two glasses of iced Coke appeared. For someone who loved food as much as Ellie, this chest was like the holy ark.
Ellie carried the drinks back to the counter, setting one in front of the oracle. "You don't look like a hag to me."
"And I'd so hoped not to disappoint you."
"So what's your real name?"
Silence.
Ellie's gaze fell on an old book lying near the pestle. "Is that a spell book?" She picked it up, running her fingers over the cover. "Never felt such soft leather."
"Made from a human devoted to skin care."
Ellie dropped it with a shudder. "Can you really see into the future?"
"Yes."
"Can I open a window?"
"No."
"Your ears are pointy."
"And your eyes work."
"I could do that grinding for you," Ellie offered. "Why don't you put me to work?"
"I believe Lothaire's orders were to sit down, shut up, and touch nothing. I suggest you obey them, Elizabeth."
Her condescending attitude rankled. "I'm not a child."
"To us, you might as well be."
"What if I knocked you out and stole your phone?"
The fey rolled her eyes. "Try it, mortal."
Planning to. "Count yourself warned, Hag."
"Even if you could somehow wrangle it from me, I have it code-locked."
Dang it, back to sympathy. In a more conciliatory tone, she said, "You can call me Ellie, if you want to."
"I don't want to." Hag ran the back of a blue-stained hand over a glossy brown curl. "Look. If this is the part where you try to befriend me in order to get me to help you, save your breath. I serve Lothaire's interests only."
"And Saroya's? You don't care that a psycho killer's about to be loosed into the world?"
"If that is Lothaire's wish, then it's mine as well."
"You fear him that much?"
"I owe Lothaire my life. Regardless, you'd be crazy not to fear the Enemy of Old."
"Are you two involved?"
"Of course not. He has a Bride he remains faithful to."
"But Saroya and Lothaire aren't intimate." At least, I don't think they are. . . .
"I'm not discussing this with you-"
Lothaire appeared in the room, making Ellie jump in her seat. Since she'd seen him last, he'd donned a long trench coat, tailor-fitted over his wide shoulders. He was out of breath, with streaks of dirt along one cheek and mud splashed up his legs. "Has Saroya attempted to rise?"
"She's not in right now," Ellie said tartly. "Can I take a message?"
"You vowed to me that you'd allow her to rise!"
"Saroya's not even trying." Where's the fire, vampire? He'd been away from the goddess for years. Now he just had to see her?
"What did you say?"
"Not-a-twitch."
Lothaire launched his fist into the wall, then disappeared.
Hag sighed over the hole, then got back to work.
"Is he always so . . . intense?" Even when Ellie and Lothaire had shared a somewhat normal conversation last night, he'd been thrumming with something.
"You are stupid to taunt him. If he loses control, you will die-badly."
Note to self: find out her definition of badly. "What would it take to get you to help me? All I need is one call."
"Nothing you have. Now, shut up."
Two minutes later: "You got a bathroom?"
"Thinking to escape?"
"Thinking to pee, actually."
Hag waved her toward a side hallway. "Do not open the windows or shutters anywhere in this house."
"Fine." In the bathroom, Ellie closed the door behind her, pacing. "What am I going to do?" she murmured. "What to do . . . what to do . . . ?"
"Come with me," a whispering voice answered.
A voice. From the freaking mirror!
Ellie flattened herself against the door. "Wh-who are you?" Open mind!
"The cavalry, here to save you." A woman's hand appeared directly beside Ellie's stunned reflection-it looked as if it came from inside the mirror.
Cavalry? Her heart leapt. But then she remembered what Lothaire's enemies would do to her. Harems, whoring, and horns.
Ellie whirled around and flung open the door, racing back into the kitchen. "Hag!" she cried. "There's-there's something in the mirror, something that wants me to go with it."
Hag dropped the leaves she'd been sorting. "Mirror?" She collected a machete from a hook on the wall. "Mariketa the Awaited. She must have searched every mirror in the world for your reflection."
"Who's Mariketa?"
"She is the leader of the House of Witches, a notorious band of mercenaries." Weapon in hand, Hag started for the bathroom.
This isn't gonna end well for Mariketa. Ellie cautiously followed Hag. "Witch mercenaries? You have got to be kidding me!"