coniferous tree about thirty feet away from the waterfall.
Xavier looks like a thundercloud at the very thought, and I have to admit, having her that close to the walkway doesn’t make me feel particularly good, either. I mean, if the beast can jump, it could be on her in seconds, and there’s nothing we could do to stop it.
“I’ll be fine,” Macy says, as if reading my thoughts.
“Maybe we should rethink—”
“I’m doing it,” she tells me as she jogs toward the tree. “Besides, no guts, no glory, right?”
“The saying could also go, no guts, no terrifying death,” I tell her.
She turns back just so I can see her roll her eyes. “I can do this, Grace. You need to trust me.”
She’s right. I know she’s right, and still it’s hard for me to watch her swing herself up into the tree and then find the branch with the heaviest foliage to hide on.
“I think we should have Eden as backup, too,” Jaxon says as Flint gives me a quick wink before flying up to the ledge we decided on.
“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be,” she comments. “I only shoot lightning. If I aim at the beast, I will electrocute it.”
“Which is why you’re going to be Flint’s backup,” Jaxon tells her. “Worst-case scenario only.”
“I can do that.” She glances around. “Where do you want me?”
“Probably as close to the mountain as you can get,” I tell her, “but on ground level. That way if Macy and Flint miss, you can come in behind him and do what you need to do.”
“How about over there?” She points to a small alcove carved into the actual mountain that’s only a couple of feet from the entrance.
“That’s really close.” I look around for someplace else. “How about something a little farther away?”
She grins at me. “Don’t worry, Grace. I got this.”
“I know you do, but—”
“Don’t worry,” she repeats. “Just make sure you don’t get eaten, okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile sickly. “That sounds like a plan.”
When all three of them are in position, Jaxon looks at Xavier and me. “Ready?” he asks.
Not even a little bit. I don’t say that, though. I can’t. So instead, I just nod before shifting into my gargoyle form. It’s past time to get this show on the road.
100
Carpe Slay-Em
Xavier, Jaxon, and I walk through the craggy rock entrance to the beast’s oasis like we own the place—partly, I think, to shore up our own nerves when it comes to being bait and partly because it never hurts to look more confident than you feel.
“What do you think it is?” Xavier asks as the path we’re on winds past the hot springs.
“I’m less concerned about what it is right now than where it is,” Jaxon answers as he sweeps his head back and forth, checking out every single hiding spot we can find.
Thank God the water is glowing so brightly, or we’d be fighting this monster in the pitch dark. And most likely all about to die.
Stop! The voice inside me is growing more insistent with each step I take toward the Unkillable Beast.
It’s creepy as fuck, and I can’t help wondering if my gargoyle knows something I don’t. If its senses are picking up on the danger I know is here but can’t quite pinpoint yet.
Unlike my gargoyle, Hudson is oddly silent. He stopped asking me to reconsider right about the time we got everyone in position, and I thought at first that he went away to pout the way he sometimes does.
But I can feel him inside my mind, senses on high alert as he looks out at the world through my eyes, trying to spot the beast, too. Trying—I know, even though he won’t admit it—to help Jaxon and me any way that he can.
Which is the dichotomy of Hudson and always has been. He’s capable of doing such horrible things that his own brother wanted him dead—or human—but now he’s here, doing his best to defend Jaxon against a threat he doesn’t even think we should be facing.
“You shouldn’t be facing it,” he tells me. But he doesn’t say it with his usual snark—for once, he’s not trying to pick a fight. Instead, he’s quiet. Sad, almost, like he knows what’s coming and has given up any chance of stopping it.
A sudden noise cuts through the night air, a clanging of chains that has all three of us freezing in our tracks.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, whirling toward a sound I