When the creature was silent I reached down, took her stick-like arm in my hands and twisted as hard as I could until the arm began to tear off. She was extremely vulnerable without her familiar, without flesh to feed upon, with that arrow poisoning her. I wasn’t about to let go of my advantage. I nodded at Declan, who covered the sinew in sticky garlic.
“Please,” the creature begged after she became too tired to wail further. “It was a demon or what once was a demon.”
Lee cursed. “I told Zack this was about Halfer.”
Lucas Halfer was a never-ending pain in my ass. “What did he want from you?”
She shook, her entire body trembling, and I wondered what death was going to be like for the undead. Was there some other plane they fled to when the body they inhabited was gone?
Finally, she began to talk. “He came to me. He promised me many corpses. He told me he knew a place where there were so many babies, I could feast forever.”
“He lied.” It was kind of what demons did.
She smiled, a ghastly thing. “Oh, but he did not. At least not at first. No one believes here. No one sees me here. They do nothing to protect themselves, and I had many babies. Their blood is so sweet I thought I had found paradise. Then he gave me his price.”
I waited but let her see the gun. She needed to know she was far from anything like paradise now.
“He told me I must kill you,” she whispered. “I did not want trouble with the vampire, but Halfer threatened to out me. He said you had to die before the Strong Arm of Remus got here.”
Lee gasped, his eyes widening. “That’s a legend.”
It wasn’t one I’d heard of. “What’s the Strong Arm of Remus?”
Lee shook his head. “It’s a story wolves tell their pups when they want to scare the crap out of them. It’s nothing, Zoey.”
“The demon does not think so.” The aswang shuddered. “He says it is hidden, and he wants it. He wants to control the wolves. I was to kill you before the fifteenth of July. He said you would get the object if I did not kill you.”
“I don’t even know what the object is,” I admitted.
“He was paranoid. He was sure the vampire was always behind him. He is…not right in his mind.” She moved her attention to Lee. “She is cruel. Will you be kind? Please kill me. I no longer wish to play these games.”
“He won’t help you.” I couldn’t give in now. “Where is Halfer?”
“I do not know,” she replied, and I watched as she tensed for more pain. She truly believed it was coming and yet she held out. “He always sought me. I did not follow him. I just wanted to be left alone to feast.”
I held my hand out to Declan, who tried to pass me the garlic. The aswang’s eyes had closed, her mouth tightening as she waited for more torture. And that’s exactly what it would be if I continued. “No, she’s done. She doesn’t know anything else. I need the sword now.”
“This is the sword of a warrior. This is the sword of a king.” Declan twisted the handle my way. “You wish to use it? What do I get in return?”
“I won’t punch you in the face again,” I offered.
He held the sword out, hilt first. “That is not what I would have chosen, but it will do. You actually have quite a powerful punch. Do not damage it.”
“I’ll try.” I gripped the sword with two hands. This was my job to do.
I turned back to the pitiful thing on the bed and actually managed to feel the slightest stir of something resembling sympathy. I raised the sword and brought it quickly down, separating her head from her neck. I tossed Declan back his precious sword which was quickly and efficiently taken by Padric. “We have to find an incinerator. We can burn the body here, but I’d rather the head was done elsewhere.”
It’s always a good idea to keep the head separate from the body when dealing with the undead. They have a pesky habit of putting themselves back together.
Lee tossed the head my way and wrapped the body up in the dirty sheet. Declan went to make a nice fire in the butchery, and Lee turned his brown eyes to me.
“Did you enjoy that, Your Highness?” His voice was neutral. It was the first time in my memory that he’d used my title. I got the feeling Lee wasn’t really into the whole royalty thing.
I thought about it for a moment and answered him honestly. “I didn’t. I thought I would, but in the end it’s all just death, and there is nothing joyful or fulfilling about it. It was necessary, Lee. It had to be done.”
He considered me for a moment before finally allowing himself to crack a small smile. “I’ll take over the duty of guarding you, Your Highness. Zack isn’t strong enough. Even if Quinn refuses you, and I don’t believe that will be the case, I’ll stay on until the demon is found. I’ll protect you, and other than a situation that I feel completely compromises your safety, I’ll follow your lead.”
“No more itineraries?” I asked with a half-smile because it sounded a little like heaven.
“None beyond the ones you set.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you, Lee.”
We joined Declan and proceeded to make sure the aswang troubled us no more.
Chapter Nine
The sun was just beginning to set when Lee, Declan, and I sat back in my favorite park and enjoyed tacos from the local street vendor. We’d managed to clean up enough that we didn’t cause comment. The butcher who had shown us where the aswang nested had been kind enough to give us a place to clean up and a fire to roast the aswang’s head. Though she could never replace her precious child, I could see a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
I was procrastinating. I knew I should head home, but I’d used Lee’s grumbling tummy as an excuse. It was kind of good to be back in my old neighborhood. I’d kept my apartment for a long time even after I bought my little house in the country. It had been important to still have a place in the city, but Dev convinced me to give it up after Danny and I moved in with him.
As I breathed in the early evening air, I wondered if my apartment was still available. There had been no voice mails on my cell when I checked after we burned the aswang. I’d expected Dev to leave a flurry of angry “get your ass home” messages, but there was absolutely nothing.
The silence said a lot.
“You are not enjoying your cat?” Declan asked, his voice not unkind.
“It’s great. I’m just worried about going home. What the hell do you mean cat?” I sat straight up and looked down at my beef soft taco with sour cream and guacamole.
Lee took a big bite of his fourth taco. Werewolves can really pack it away. “It’s definitely cat. You were right about this place. This is some damn fine cat. I’ll have to bring Zack here.”
“It can’t be cat, guys.” They had to be playing a joke on me. “People in the regular world don’t eat cat.”
“Trolls do.” Declan gestured toward the taco stand. I stared back at the perfectly human-looking husband and wife team who’d sold me tacos for the last five years. They bowed when Declan looked their way. I’d been surprised that they refused to allow Declan to pay them. “See, they know their future king.”
Declan got up and excused himself to get another lemonade, which he thought was the greatest invention ever.