Chapter Twenty-Two
Sassy sprang off the table and into the air. Pauline screamed and dropped her tray. Chaos erupted in the eatery. Customers sprang to their feet, knocking over tables, smashing dishes, and scattering cutlery in their haste to escape.
The kitchen door slammed against the wall, and Miss Vi thundered into the dining room.
“Did the mayor’s possum get loose again?” she asked, looking around wild-eyed. “I told him not to bring that varmint in here. It ain’t hygienic.”
She saw Sassy circling the ceiling like a giant bird of prey, and her jaw sagged.
“Lord a-mercy,” she said, slumping to the floor, unconscious.
Taryn got to her feet, her gaze on her upended bowl. “Sassy spilled my ’nanner pudding. I like ’nanner pudding.”
She lifted her hand and time stopped. Terrified humans halted in mid-scramble, arms and legs akimbo. Pauline checked in backward flight, her arms flung wide and one skinny leg bent and cocked. An upended table balanced beside her, unmoving, on two legs. Dinnerware and eating utensils hung suspended in flight. Geysers of frozen broken glass sprouted from the checkered floor.
Evan nudged a petrified man, and the human teetered.
Taryn reached out, steadying the calcified form. “Stop that. Humans break.”
“Cool trick, Red,” Evan said. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“The paucity of your knowledge does not surprise me.”
“You’re hilarious.” Evan jerked his chin at a weaselly man and woman slinking out the front door. “If those two slimeballs aren’t Skinners, I’ll eat my hat.”
“You are not wearing a hat,” said Taryn.
“It’s an expression, Lucy Literal. My point is, your super power doesn’t work on demonoids.”
“This much I gleaned when you did not cease your prattling.”
Grim listened to their bickering with half an ear, his attention on Sassy. She circled the room and landed on the dessert case. Reaching inside, she snagged an uncut strawberry cake and crammed a fistful into her mouth.
The change in her was astonishing. Gone was the lively, vivacious damsel of the past two days. Her fair skin was dusky purple, and so were her rioting tresses. The thin leather straps of her shoes coiled around her slender ankles, up her toned calves to her thighs, like searching ivy. Glossy black claws sprouted from her toes and fingertips, and her once-blue eyes were shimmering pools of ebony.
She was not naked, but damn near it. A strip of fabric covered her sex. Some sort of flimsy undergarment lifted her plump breasts in a most enticing fashion, leaving nothing to the imagination.
She was wild and dangerous, and absolutely magnificent, Grim’s beautiful wild elemental.
Some predatory instinct made him glance to his right.
Evan was staring at Sassy, too.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from Grim’s chest before he could stop it.
His snarl startled Sassy, and she flapped her wings in alarm and shrieked. Farm implements fell off the walls at the piercing sound, and the window at the front of the store shattered. The miniature gale stirred by her wings blew the skinny waitress across the room like a discarded piece from a game of merels.
Evan thumped Grim on the arm. “For God’s sake, reel in your dick, man. Scary Sassy ain’t playing.”
“I do not fear her.”
“Then you’re a dumbass. She’s the freaking dark angel of death.”
“Sassy did not turn from your monster. Would you abandon her now?”
“I’m not abandoning shit. I’m saying be careful. Those claws look frigging sharp.”
Satisfied that her treasure was unthreatened, Sassy went back to eating and polished off the cake in three large bites.
Grim watched Sassy grab another sweet from the case. She scooped a handful of goody from the dish and dribbled it into her mouth.
“I do not understand,” he said. “She was fine but a moment ago.”
Evan shrugged. “I’m guessing Sassy really wanted dessert.”
Grim started forward and Evan grabbed his arm.
“Easy, Big ’Un,” he said. “Piss her off, and she’s liable to fly out the window. Then who knows where the hell she’ll end up.”
“I am Dalvahni. She cannot hide from me.”
“Yeah, but what if the witch finds her first? Or let’s say she doesn’t. Every redneck in Behr County has a gun. You want some idiot to take a potshot at her?”
Grim hesitated, his driving need to help Sassy at war with caution. Damn Evan. He was right.
Fret not, Grimford. Dell’s calm voice sounded inside Grim’s head. Help is on the way.
A Dalvahni warrior does not fret.
As you say.
There was more than a hint of smugness in Dell’s tone. If the Provider were corporeal, there would be a reckoning.
The nibilanth appeared on a mossy gust of wind.
“What the eff?” Evan said. “Who ordered the garden gnome?”
“Har-de-har-har, you’re a stitch. How’d you like to be a grub?” The lessling spotted Sassy sitting on her nest of dessert, and threw his skullcap on the floor and stomped on it. “Sildhjort’s balls. How’d this happen?”
“I do not know,” Grim said. “I suspect some witchery.”
“Witchery, my twig. That girl’s way overdue for a meltdown, or didn’t you think of that?” He smacked his forehead. “What am I saying? Demon hunters don’t think.”
Grim flushed. “I have been much occupied.”
“I heard.” The nibilanth leered. “Dell told me what happened in the river this morning.”
“Dell?” Evan said. “Who the hell is Dell and what happened in the river?”
Heat spread up the back of Grim’s neck. “Dell is an associate. The rest is not your concern.”
“Dell says you went on a bender last night and ended up in a tree.” The lessling picked his cap up off the floor and slammed it back on his head. “Dell says you felt like three kinds of shite this morning and were grouchy as an ogre with a bad case of piles.”
“Dell talks too much,” Grim said through his teeth.
“And you don’t talk enough. He’s lonely.” The nibilanth peered at Sassy. “Where’s the necklace I gave her?”
“Necklace?”
“Stay with me—I’ll try to go slow. A necklace is a piece of jewelry worn around the neck.”
Grim held on to his raveling patience. “I know what a necklace is.”
“Congratulations. You’ve graduated from village idiot to clod. Find the necklace and make sure Sassy wears it. And don’t let her eat so many sweets. It’s not good for her. Fairy 101—they love sugar but too much makes them crazy.”
“No kidding, Rumpelstiltskin,” Evan said. “We can see that.”
“Tell me, funny guy, you ever hear of the maenads?”
“May what?”
The lessling rolled his eyes. “They’re party nymphs, groupies of Dionysus. They get drunk, hunt down animals, and tear them to shreds. Humans, too, if they get in the way.”
Evan shrugged. “So?”
“So, Fairy Puss is on overload. She could go on a toot that would make the maenads look like toddlers. Make sure she wears that necklace. At. All. Times.”
The nibilanth vanished.
Grim looked at Evan. “Do you know anything about this necklace?”
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. What happened in the river?”
Grim swore under his breath and turned to the Kir. “Taryn?”
“She was wearing something around her neck this morning when she came out of the river. The outline was visible through her wet tunic. I am surprised you did not notice.”
Grim ignored the hint of amusement in the Kir’s cool gray eyes.
He growled in frustration. “How are we to find this necklace when we do not know what we are looking for?”
“Maybe I can help.”
The older man Pauline had described as mentally unstable slid out of a booth and picked his way through the wreckage.
Sassy hissed and rustled her wings in alarm.
“Easy.” The older gentleman lifted his hand in a soothing gesture. “I’ve had dessert.”
This seemed to satisfy Sassy. She folded her wings and returned her attention to the pie she was eating.
“How do?” the man said. “Name’s Amasa Collier.”
Evan looked him up and down. “You aren’t a demonoid.”
“Lord, no. Don’t have a drop of demon blood in me.”
“Then why didn’t Taryn’s freeze-dry work on you?”
“Not sure. Maybe ’cause I see demons.”
“Ah, you are not normal,” Taryn said with a nod. “That explains it.”
“Wouldn’t know. Never met normal.” Collier unclipped a long piece of wire from his belt. “My all-purpose demon tracker. Made it myself. See how it’s glowing orange? That means there’s a demon or a demonoid close by.”
“Big whoopee shit,” Evan said. “I’m demonoid. So is Sassy.”
“Well, there you go. It’s working.”
Sassy threw back her head with a warbling trill, and a quarrel of sparrows flew through the broken window and attacked the cake and pastry crumbs on the floor. Sassy chortled and snagged another cake and two more pies from the case. She dropped a chunk of cake on the floor for the birds and began to devour the rest.
Grim had to do something and fast, or Sassy would explode and the birds would eat what was left of her.
“This apparatus of yours,” Grim said. “Can it find objects as well as demons?”
“’Course. It’s a divining rod.”
“Find this necklace and I shall be in your debt.”
Collier saluted him with the device. “Be glad to. Can you describe what we’re looking for?”
“No. I knew nothing of it until the nibilanth arrived.”
“Is that what the little feller’s called?” The man’s eyes brightened with interest. “Never seen anything like him.”
He waved the wire at Sassy.
Evan tried to grab it from him. “What are you doing? You’ll freak her out.”
“Don’t get your bowels in an uproar.” Collier flapped the wire in Sassy’s direction again. “I’m introducing her to the contrabulator.”
“Oh, for the love of—” Evan gave Grim a look of exasperation. “Pauline’s right. This guy’s a loon.”
“Silence,” Grim said. “Let him try.”
“I don’t mind. I’m used to it.” The wire hummed and thrashed in Collier’s hand. “Got a hit. Wish me luck.”
He flew out the front door, the divining rod pulling him down the sidewalk.
Taryn groaned and collapsed into a chair, her face drained of color. Sweat beaded her brow.
“Red?” Evan sprang to her side. “What the hell?”
“Tired.” Her words were strained. “Cannot. Hold. Much longer.”
Three Kirvahni appeared, two raven-haired and one blond.
“Great. More estrogen,” Evan said. “Just what we needed.”
Slim, fair of face and form, the Kir were dressed in hunting garb and wore identical superior expressions. They surrounded Taryn’s chair.
“We sensed your distress.” The blonde spoke in a colorless voice. “We are here to lend succor.”
They clasped hands and concentrated. By the time Collier burst through the entrance a few moments later, Taryn’s complexion had regained its healthy glow.
“Found it.” Huffing from exertion, Collier held up a velvet pouch on a length of leather cord. “It was down the street on the floorboard of a sports car.”
He noticed the Kir and flushed. “Pardon me, ladies. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
The blond Kir arched her brows. “Why is this human not stabilized? The Directive—”
“The human is with me.” Grim took the necklace from Collier. “Excellent work.”
“Glad to help.” Collier gave the blonde a nervous glance. “That one seems a mite cranky. What are they, special ops?”
“I do not—”
“Sweepers. Supernatural cleanup.”
“Ah.” Grim nodded. “Yes, that is an apt description. They are Kir.”
“They hunt demons, too?”
“Of a certainty.”
“They any good at it?”
“Quite good.” The admission galled. “Thank you for coming to our aid.”
“You’re welcome.” Rocking back on his heels, Collier surveyed Sassy. She was eating another pie. “Tetchy situation. You figured out how you’re gonna get that necklace on her?”
“No. I will think of something. I must. Someone could walk in any moment.”
“I can see how that would be a problem. Be kind of hard to explain this.”
Indeed it would. The Directive was detailed and specific, and with good reason. Mortals tended to be excitable.
Sassy finished off another pie. She would make herself sick. And she was unclad, a circumstance that disturbed Grim on multiple levels.
When had Sassy’s well-being, not to mention her state of undress, become so vital to him?
I am no expert in matters of the heart, lacking the requisite organ—or any organs, for that matter, Dell said, but in my observation you were smitten from the first. What does it feel like to be in love?
I would not know.
Then why not leave? Slake your lust in the House of Thralls and forget this place.
You know I cannot. I gave my word.
Conall will release you from your vow. Let the demonoid take care of Sassy.
No. I do not trust Evan.
Conall, then.
No. I will see the matter through.
Very noble of you, I am sure.
Dell was patronizing him. Grim opened his mouth to retort, hesitating at a low rumble from the bakery case. Sassy’s distended belly undulated in waves. She belched a violent discharge of sugary gas that shook the room, rattling the light fixtures and the tin roof. Twittering in alarm, the flock of sparrows streaked out the broken window.
Sassy’s stomach growled again, and she clutched her abdomen with an expression of acute distress, her purple tresses writhing in alarm.
“Fire in the hole,” Evan yelled, ducking under a table.
Sassy vomited a fountain of airy froth that transformed the paralyzed humans and the Kir into figures from a snow village. Grim and Collier, standing near the door, escaped the worst of the blast.
Grim wiped the goo from his eyes. “Sassy?”
His frantic gaze sought and found her, a small, miserable figure huddled on the floor in an ocean of fairy foam. The untamed elemental was gone. Sassy was Sassy once more.
She lifted her head. Her face was white as bleached muslin, her limpid blue eyes unfocused. No, not blue. Grim admitted the truth at last. Sassy’s eyes were amethyst combined with the azure of a cloudless summer sky. A demonoid’s eyes; Sassy was a daughter of the race that had killed Gryff.
Grim waited for revulsion and outrage to swallow him. Instead, his overriding concern was for Sassy’s welfare.
Dear gods, he and Conall were afflicted with the same madness. Dell was right. He should ask to be released from his vow. He should leave.
Stay and he was lost.
Sassy whimpered and slumped to the floor. Covering the space that separated them in two strides, Grim lifted her in his arms. A faint pulse fluttered in the smooth column of her throat.
Unconscious but alive, thank the gods.
Evan crawled out from under the table. “Down for the count, huh? Not surprised after a binge like that. Bet she feels like hell when she wakes up.”
The door jingled and Muddy Collier walked in. Dressed in a pair of crisp white pants that exposed her slender ankles, a brilliant blue jacket, and silver jewelry, the woman exuded vitality and a zest for life. Whatever her age, Muddy Collier would never be old.
“Darling, you’re a pluperfect mess,” she said to Collier. “What on earth you been up to?”
“Demon hunter b’ness.” Mr. Collier held up the dripping divining rod. “Things got a little gooey.”
“I can see that. The ants are going to carry you off.”
“Reckon I could use a shower.” Collier saluted Grim with his divining rod. “You need my help, holler. Happy to be of service. See you at the house, Edmuntina.”
He marched out of the eatery.
“Lo-ward,” Muddy drawled. She surveyed the destruction in the café. “I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Dalvahni, but I took the liberty of handling a few matters on your behalf while I was out. Cell phones don’t work worth a flip in Hannah, so I called the phone company and told them you’ve got a line out. They’re sending someone over.”
Grim frowned. “How do you—”
“Know your name?” Muddy chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not a spy for the dark side. I was born with a veil over my face. I have the sight.”
“Christ,” Evan said. “Another nut.”
“Not that I’d have to be psychic to know you aren’t rooming at the Hannah Inn,” Muddy continued, unfazed. “That place is a hole. Folks who stay there leave with crotch crickets.”
She sauntered out the door.
“Drive the mechanized carriage to the house,” Grim told Evan. “I am taking Sassy home.”
Focusing his mind on the house by the river, Grim stepped into the void.