The animal reared back, emitted a high-pitched screech. Its teeth clicked together as it retreated a few feet and hissed at us.
I looked up at Nathaniel from my prone position in the dirt. Now that we were away from the cloud of green gas, I was feeling a little better. The bands of tightness around my chest loosened and some of the nausea subsided.
“Nightfire help?” I asked.
“Apparently not,” Nathaniel said. “It seems to be impervious to magical means of destruction.”
“A very wise gargoyle recently told me that most things don’t like fire,” I said, and sat up just as the spider made another run at us.
I pulled up my magic, pushing through the lingering feeling of wrongness from the miasma. Eight legs pounded into the ground, coming closer. I heard Nathaniel muttering to himself, preparing some assault of his own.
The spider’s crazy whirling eyes were too close. It let out a scream of triumph.
I pushed the spell through my heartstone and let it fly, the same spell that had destroyed the monster in the swamp. The spider ignited immediately. It howled as it went up in flames, thrashing its burning legs all around the forest. The stink of scorched meat and burned hair was everywhere. Some of the trees caught fire and the area quickly filled with smoke.
Nathaniel yanked me to my feet and pulled me forcefully away from the smoke and flame. After a few moments of caveman dragging I disentangled myself from his grip, slapping his hands away in irritation.
“I can walk, for crying out loud.” I couldn’t walk very steadily, but I was sick of being yanked through the flora.
Nathaniel gave me a stiff-faced look. “Forgive me. A few moments ago you were helpless and needed me to help save you from the giant spider.”
I brushed some imaginary lint off my filthy clothes, keeping my eyes down. “Yes. Well. Thanks for that.”
He put his hand beneath my chin and forced my gaze upward. “Can you never look me in the eye when you are being civil to me?”
I arched an eyebrow at him and gave him a small grin. “It doesn’t come naturally.”
He let go of my chin, leaving a little warm spot where his fingers had been. “Perhaps it will one day.”
We stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Then I became aware of the heat of flame crackling closer.
“Better move,” I said. “I wonder what the hell happened to Beezle.”
Nathaniel looked surprised. “I forgot about the gargoyle.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the twig that matched the one he had given Beezle. The end glowed blue.
“He has found a clearing for us,” Nathaniel said. “This way.”
He turned to the right and began to cut through the woods. Behind us there was the enormous crash of a tree as it was consumed by fire. I winced.
“Amarantha is not going to be happy with me,” I said. “First I barbecued two of her best monsters, then I burned down her forest.”
“Let us worry about Amarantha at another time,” Nathaniel said. “The important thing is to leave this area before we are barbecued ourselves.”
We hurried through the forest toward Beezle. It seemed to take forever, particularly with the forest burning to the ground behind us. It is not comfortable to feel flames literally licking your heels.
About ten minutes later we reached an open clearing. Beezle sat on a large, pointed rock that jutted up several feet from the ground. He looked terribly smug.
“Check it out,” he said. “Forget getting above the tree line. You can set up a portal here and get us straight home.”
“I’m all for that,” I said, turning to Nathaniel. “Portal us out of here.”
He gave me a surprised look. “But what of your mission? The faeries in the woods will surely report to Amarantha that you were here and that you left without paying her notice.”
“Those guys abandoned us,” I said. “And if Amarantha asks why we left, that’s what I’m going to tell her. They took off through the woods and we were stuck dealing with the giant spider. Anyway, excuse me if I’m not too worried about what Amarantha will think right now. The forest is on fire and I want to get out of here.”
Beezle looked behind us and his eyes widened.
“What, you just noticed the smoke and the flame?” I asked.
He glared at me. “Good work, Maddy. You came, you saw, you burned everything to the ground.”
“You were the one who told me that most monsters don’t like fire.”
“Children, please,” Nathaniel said. “I cannot concentrate while the two of you are bickering at one another.”
Beezle and I gave each other identical looks of annoyance while Nathaniel worked his hocus-pocus. I really needed Gabriel to show me how to make a portal. It would definitely be handy for quick getaways.
A few moments later the portal was up and running, and not a second too soon. The trees that ringed the edge of the clearing had started to come down in a crash of sparks and ash.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, leaving like this,” Beezle said, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck.
“I hope I know, too,” I muttered, and stepped inside the portal behind Nathaniel.
We landed on my back lawn. It was late in the day already and the sun was slanting weakly through the trees on its way down. It would be full dark soon, and another night would pass without Gabriel at home.
What was I going to do? It didn’t take a genius to know that Lucifer was not going to be happy with me for this. And Amarantha had beheaded Lucifer’s last ambassador just for some lapse of court etiquette. Not only had I jeopardized my mission to court and possibly Nathaniel’s life, but I hadn’t even managed to find a clue as to Gabriel’s whereabouts.
Not to mention Antares had managed to sneak up and take my gargoyle unawares, so who was to say that he couldn’t sneak up on me and yank my intestines through my nose?
My brain was tired; my body was tired. I just wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers up and pretend that everything was normal, but my life was getting less normal every day.
“I need something to eat,” Beezle announced.
“Of course you do,” I replied. “Pizza all around, then.”
Beezle pumped his fist in the air. “Hawaiian?”
Not my favorite, but it was Beezle’s. And I had missed him. He’d only been gone for a few hours, but I had missed him.
“Hawaiian,” I said, and went inside to call for delivery, Nathaniel following silently behind.
9
A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER I WAS SHOWERED, FED and ensconced on the couch with Beezle watching one of our favorite movies—the one where the alien attaches itself to this guy’s face and then bursts out of his chest and eats everyone on the ship. You would think that, given the large quantities of actual monsters in my life, I would prefer preschool cartoons, but for some reason this film still entertained me. Maybe it was because Beezle felt free to comment on the total stupidity of the characters who got eaten.
“Move, lady, move!” he shouted at the television. “The big monster is standing right there. Don’t cry. Run!”
Nathaniel had gone downstairs to Gabriel’s apartment for the evening. I hoped that he wasn’t poking around in Gabriel’s private things. I felt bad about letting Nathaniel sleep in Gabriel’s space but I definitely didn’t want him up here, even on the couch bed. I did not want to get into an argument about husbandly rights.
I also felt more than a little guilty about being happy that Beezle was home when Gabriel wasn’t. The lack of his presence was starting to press on me, like a niggling headache. Even when I was engaged with something, I was always aware of the fact that Gabriel wasn’t with me.