Page 120 of Wedlock
“That’s my boy,” I soften my voice and nod encouragement. “Is your cousin with you?”
He looks confused and shakes his head as he sucks his thumb, his big eyes not leaving mine.
“You’re by yourself?”
He nods again.
“Your Mom knows you can fly?”
His eyes, so like hers, begin to water again.
“It’s a seqwet,” he gulps.
“Of course it is,” I sigh as I pull him close against my chest and hold him, breathing in the scent of him, of her too, as I whisper. “Let’s go find her.”
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I watch as he dispatches the last of the wounded, ignoring their impassioned pleas for mercy, and I turn aside to retch, being sure to keep Talon’s face pressed to my chest so he can’t see what’s happening around him.
Falcon and my son had found me two hours ago surrounded by the dead, both Free Men and his own guards, two of Revna’s vampires having killed them all. My silver bullets from the purloined gun had managed to take one out, but the other was fast, too fast, and I know that had Falcon not arrived when he did I wouldn’t be standing here right now.
But I am.
No one else can though.
Vampire and human alike, guards or Free Men, none who know the secret of my child’s special ability can be allowed to leave this blood-soaked forest, even Yin can’t dispute that. She and Falcon had only just exhausted their heated exchange over the issue. She’d conceded she hadn’t anticipated Revna’s attack, that with help from The Free Men she’d planned to kill all Falcon’s guards in readiness to shoot his aircraft out of the sky after he dropped me off. However, everything had gone to absolute shit when Revna attacked just as I came home.
Yin and I are going to have words, long words, about her plan. But right now I look over to where she kneels beside Phil, one of her samurai swords in the sand, her cheek resting against the hilt as she whispers something to him.
He may have been a murderous bastard, a lying, two-faced prick, but anyone can see she still loves him. I wonder that I hadn’t realised sooner, just how much.
“He won’t make it,” I whisper to Falcon where he stands staring at the two, his eyes narrowed.
“He better not,” he growls.
“Yin loves him,” I add.
He turns slowly to look at me.
“Did you know she planned to kill me tonight? Is that what you were trying to tell me?”
I stare at him for a long, long minute as Talon whimpers in my arms.
“Do you think I knew about it?” I whisper.
His eyes flick to where Revna lies on the ground nearby, still bound in her silver chains. One of the knives has been removed and her wound is rapidly healing; the other is still embeddedin her stomach, rendering her temporarily unable to commit violence.
Slowly, he returns his gaze to me and shakes his head.
“No. I know you.”
I nod, my eyes never leaving his.
“Let’s finish this,” he sighs.
Yin rises and walks to where we stand, her eyes determined, jaw set.
“I need help to get Phil to the retreat,” she says as she reaches us. “The organisation can airlift him to a hospital, but they’re a few hours away.”
