The spotty monk yanked me up to my feet, holding me in front of him like a shield.
"Yeah? Well, maybe I'll just use myself, then!" Can I do that?
No.
Damn! "Fine, then. I won't use myself. But I refuse to let you use me!"
"You cannot refuse," Brother Ailwin repeated, his color fading as Alec released his death grip on the lichmaster's neck. "You are a Tool; the power flows from Bael through you."
"Well, maybe I just won't let that power out of me. Did you ever think of that?"
"Oh, let him use you," Eleanor said, passing a hand over her forehead. "I've got a hell of a headache and want to get out of here. I just want to go home."
"Home?" I asked, distracted. "You were dead!"
"Even the dead have homes," she said primly, brushing her blouse. "I had a very nice little cottage in the seventh hour of the Underworld. My roses were about to bloom when I was yanked out of there. Since Alec has so plainly lost his mind, I will go back to my cottage and roses and Gregory, the handsome soldier who lived next door."
"You have a boyfriend in the Underworld and you're yelling at me for stealing Alec?" I asked, aghast at her nerve.
"Gregory isn't a boyfriend. He's more a friend with benefits." She considered Alec for a moment before she sighed. "He's not as handsome as Alec, but he's not a bastard like him, either."
"Lich!" Brother Ailwin told Eleanor in a haughty tone of voice. "You will be silent while your betters speak!"
"Oh, that's going to go over well," Pia muttered.
By the time Eleanor got done chewing out Brother Ailwin, everyone was snappish.
"Right, we got off track," I said, trying to look as badass as Alec. "But the fact remains that I will not let Bael's power pass through me, so you might as well just give it up."
Unhappily for my plan, Ailwin looked anything but worried. In fact, he shrugged and, with a petulant look at Alec, smoothed out the collar of his shirt. "You would destroy yourself if you were to try that."
Alec -
No ! I forbid you to even try that. Now we will do this my way. "Let go of my Beloved and I will not destroy you," he said in a conversational voice to the monk holding me.
"Brother Godwin would not be so foolish as to do that," Brother Ailwin said, nodding to the spotty man who held me. "Perhaps a little demonstration of how serious I am to possess the Tool is in order. You may use her to destroy the Dark One, Brother."
"Jesus wept!" I swore at the same moment Alec lunged toward me.
The same sense of standing in a river swept over me, and I knew the monk was pulling on the power of Bael. I also know that it was directed at Alec, and that I absolutely could not allow.
You will not sacrifice yourself for me! he yelled into my head.
I'm not going to let you suffer any more, Alec. You've done enough of that. I wrapped my arms around myself as the power built and built within me, wanting to escape me, wanting to flow out of me and nail Alec in the chest. I fought it, spinning it around and around inside me, trying to contain it, but knowing in my heart that I hadn't the strength to do so for long.
Brother Godwin dropped me as I curled up on myself in an attempt to hold back the power, and sneered, "You will only destroy yourself, Tool. Release the power!"
"Never!" I panted, writhing on the ground with the agony of the still-building power. Alec reached me just as the second monk threw himself on his back, sending both men to the floor. Kristoff started forward to help, but Brother Ailwin screamed something about Pia, his dagger glinting as he jumped over the ottoman toward her.
Eleanor yelled god alone knew what, dancing around on the fringe, waving a vase and threatening pretty much all of us.
Inside me, the pressure continued to grow, pain lacing every breath as I struggled to hold it back. I felt like a stuffed potato in a pressure cooker, my entire body twisting upon itself as I screamed in anguish.
Corazon! We must Join! Now!
This is not really the moment for this!
If we don't, you'll die!