Summer Knight (The Dresden Files #4) - Jim Butcher Page 0,139
anyway."
"You dont understand"
"I know I dont," I snapped. "I dont understand why youre helping her. I dont understand how you can stand by and let her do the things shes done. I dont understand how you can stand here and let that girl die." I let that sink in for a second before I added, quietly, "And I dont understand how you could betray me like that. Again."
"For all you know," Elaine said, "it will happen a third time. Ill let those thorns close on you halfway through and kill you for her."
"Maybe so," I said. "But I dont want to believe that, Elaine. We loved each other once upon a time. I know you arent a coward and you arent a killer. I want to believe that what we had really meant something, even now. That I can trust you with my life the way you can trust me with yours."
She let out a bitter little laugh and said, "You dont know what I am anymore, Harry." She looked at me. "But I believe you. I know I can trust you."
"Then help me."
She nodded and said, "Youll have to run. Im not as strong as you, and this is brute work. I wont be able to lift it for long."
I nodded at her. Doubt nagged at me as I did. What if she did it again? Elaine hadnt exactly been sterling in the up-front-honesty department. I watched as she focused, her lovely face going blank, and felt her draw in her power, folding her arms over her chest, palms over either shoulder like an Egyptian sarcophagus.
Hell, I had ten million ways to die all around me. What was one over another? At least this way, if I went out, Id go out doing something worthwhile. I turned and crouched, bag and staff in hand.
Elaine murmured something, and a wind stirred around her, lifting her hair around her head. She opened her eyes, though they remained distant, unfocused, and spread both hands to her sides.
Wind lashed out in a column five feet around and drove into the wall of thorns. The thorns shuddered and then began to give, bending away from Elaines spell.
"Go!" she gasped. "Go, hurry!"
I ran.
The wind almost blinded me, and I had to run crouched down, hoping that none of my exposed skin would brush against any thorns. I felt one sharp tug along my jacket, but it didnt pierce the leather. Elaine didnt let me down. After a few seconds, I burst through the wall and came out in the clear on top of the hill of the Stone Table.
The Table stood where it had been before, but the runes and sigils scrawled over its surface now blazed with golden light. Aurora stood at the Table, fingers flying over the Unraveling, its threads pressed against the head of the statue of the kneeling girl, still upon the table. I circled a bit to one side to stay out of her peripheral vision and ran toward her.
When I was only a few feet away, the Unraveling suddenly exploded in a wash of cold white light. The light washed over the statue in a wave, and as it passed, cold white marble warmed into flesh, her stone waves of hair becoming emerald-green tresses. Lily opened her eyes and let out a gasp, looking around dazedly.
Aurora took Lily by the throat, drove the changeling down to the surface of the Stone Table with her hand, and drew the knife from her belt.
It wasnt all that gentlemanly, but I slugged the Summer Lady in the back with a two-handed swing of my staff.
As I did, the stars evidently reached the right position, and we reached midnight, the end of the height of summer, and the glowing runes on the Table flared from golden light to cold, cold blue.
The blow jarred the knife from Auroras hand, and it fell to the surface of the table. Lily let out a scream and got out from under Auroras hand, rolling across the tables surface and away from her.
Aurora turned to me, as fast as any of the other Sidhe, leaning back on the table and planting both feet against my chest. She kicked hard and drove me back, and before I was done rolling she had called a gout of fire and sent it roaring toward me. I got to my knees and lifted my staff, calling together my will in time to parry the strike, deflecting the flame into the misty sky.