Mercedes Thompson. Her voice was in my head.
I sat down on the ground with a thump, in the faint hope that it would somehow make it harder for her to get me into the water. Coyote had been too precipitous in declaring me immune to her charms. Perhaps she couldn't make me drown my own children--and Jesse, thank goodness, was a hundred miles away. But she could call me out to her, and she could speak to me.
I thought as hard as I could, Go die.
Mercedes, she said again, her voice like a cool liquid in my head, giving me the mother of all ice- cream headaches. Are you listening to me? Do you see what I want you to see?
"Do you hear her?" I asked Adam.
He looked out toward the river.
"No." I tapped him, then tapped my head. "She's in here."
His teeth gleamed white in the darkness.
MacKenzie Hepner was eight years old as of four days ago. She was supposed to be in the tent with her little brother, but something had woken her up. She hitched up her nightgown and waded in the cold water. On her arm she could see the mark that that weed had left when she went swimming too far out in the river, and her stepdad had to swim out and rescue her. It made her reconsider how she felt about her stepdad. He hadn't even yelled at her, just hugged her. It took her a while to figure out he was scared, too . . .
Do you see what I want you to see, Mercedes?
My breath started coming in panicked gulps. I hadn't been just dreaming about the ill-fated Janice and her family. The river devil had fed me the details afterward. Maybe that hadn't been on purpose. Maybe. But they had been real, and this eight-year-old named MacKenzie was real, too.
I hid my forehead against Adam and told him what was happening, giving him the words when she gave words to me, describing the rest. He whined unhappily. Gesture to me if you see what I want you to see. Did you see her?
Evidently, she couldn't read my thoughts. Like Bran, she could only shove things at me.
MacKenzie's feet were numb, and the rocks made the bottoms hurt. She shouldn't be out here in the river in the dark. She knew it was against the rules--
I waved my hand weakly. I didn't want to know any more about a child who was going to walk into the river and get eaten.
I will let her live.
"She says she'll let the child live," I told Adam.
He got it, I think, before I did, because he lunged up and snarled at her--at me, then bumped me with a hip in a clear order to go back to the trailer.
I felt her laughter. She'd seen Adam's reaction. She knew I'd heard her.
Bargain. A bargain. A bargain. You for her. You come die tonight, and I will let the little girl and her little brother live.
Adam planted himself between me and the river devil.
"She offers a bargain," I told him. "Me for the little girl--and apparently her brother. If I die, they won't."
Adam looked at me, his heart in his eyes.
"She's eight," I told him. "Just. Yesterday her stepfather proved that he might be okay. She's willing to give him a chance. She has a younger brother that she could go get and bring with her." I swallowed. "What would you do, Adam? Would you die so that little girl could live?"
I knew the answer--and from his body language, so did he. Then he looked at the monster out in the water and back to me with a flicker of his ears. He couldn't do it because she didn't want him. I couldn't do it, either. No matter how much I wanted to. Without me, Coyote's plan wouldn't work.
"Would she lie?" I said, while the river devil chanted her promises in my head. "I'm worth more to her than the child, I think. She knows about Coyote and his interest in me, and it worries her. But after I'm dead? Would she keep her word? Who would know?"
"She would keep her word." Coyote came up to stand beside Adam. "I can't let you do it, anyway."
"I know. Your sisters made it clear that you need me."
Adam whined again.
"I'll tell you about them," I promised. I'd forgotten to let him know what had happened; we'd both been tired.