my experience, nothing says we're taking a T.O. like getting the finger as a helicopter dusts off."
When Cade scowled, Rök continued, "I put too fine a point on it, didn't I?" He snapped his fingers for the flask. "So tell me what it's like."
"What's what like?"
"You know - this." He waved at Cade's face then in Holly's direction.
"A two-demon siege of Val Hall?" He knew what Rök was talking about, but wouldn't make this any easier.
"You're going to make me spell it out, aren't you?"
"If I have to cop to it, then yeah."
After another swig, Rök said, "What's it like to care for someone more than for yourself? I only ask because this is the first thing you've done that I haven't."
"The way I'm feeling now, I would recommend staying the hell away from it."
At Rök's raised brows, he said, "Imagine you got lanced straight through the center of your chest."
Rök nodded gravely. "Happened more than once."
"Then imagine how you'd feel if that huge hole never mended."
"Not good."
"Not good at all. If I could just talk to her once before we leave for Rothkalina." The grim reality of his situation was that even if he could somehow win Holly over, he'd immediately have to leave her.
"You have to talk to her before you can leave. Face it, you wouldn't be any good to us right now. You don't eat or sleep. You're obsessed with something, and it's not victory against Omort. That's how leaders get their men killed."
"Holly could stay inside for months working on her code." Cade ran a hand over his face. "Still no luck with Nïx?"
"I've got the entire crew beating the streets for her - "
"Who are we looking for?" a voice whispered from behind them.
Cade and Rök both scrambled back. Nïx had been crouched directly behind them, peering at the manor along with them.
Neither had heard her approach.
Cade recovered first and said, "I've been searching for you."
"I've never heard that before." Nïx looked as mad as ever but she also appeared...tired.
"How is Holly?"
"Splendid. She's settling in nicely. She even has a date next week with someone name Desh. He's a demon. Maybe you know him?"
The news felt like a kick in the teeth
"So what did you want with me?"
"I want to see her before I have to leave for Rothkalina. I don't care if it's just for five minutes. Can you arrange a meeting?"
"Where?"
"Where-bloody-ever!"
"You'll have to do better than that," Nïx said. "Holly told me just the other day that she wished she had a great, big house."
"She truly did?" he exclaimed. He'd get her the biggest, best -
"No, she didn't truly," Nïx added with a sigh. "Maybe? Sure! I can't remember. Anyway, the fact remains that Holly might actually somehow forgive you, and then what will happen? Do you expect my niece to live in your pool house man-cave with you and the smoke demon?" She waved a negligent hand toward Rök, and he saluted her with the flask. "The days of your unplanned, rolling-stone existence have ended, Cade. Having a female all of your own is a big responsibility."
"I'm on it. Just get me the meeting."
"I'll help on one more condition: You and your crew stop searching for N茅omi and the vampire."
N茅omi was indeed alive. "How did she survive?"
"After you so rudely gutted her? She's a phantom now. Long story. But witchcraft was involved."
Rök exclaimed, "A phantom! No wonder I couldn't bloody find her. I never had a chance, did I?"
Nïx shook her head sadly. "Especially not when I was tipping her off to your every move..."
Both males were stunned silent by that. Finally Cade said, "You knew she lived? Yet you told us that she'd died. You lied - "
"Yes, and people who lie are bad. Oh, but I didn't mean you." Her eyes going vacant, she said, "I did tell a fib, but only so the fates would align to get you here, skulking around Val Hall at midnight tonight - with Groot dead, with you in possession of a mystickal sword, and with Holly..."
"With Holly what?"
"Nothing." She gracefully stood. "I'll get started on our plan," she said, sauntering off, leaving his heart thundering at the idea that he might win Holly back. "By the way," she called over her shoulder. "Your brother's back in town."
48
"How are you liking it here at Val Hall?" Nïx asked.
"I like it fine," Holly answered, wondering if her aunt was lucid.
Nïx was a font of information. But to get to it, one had to