pick up on mental transmissions. God, if the mortal world truly knew they existed…then they’d be lucky if any of them managed to survive.
She must have slept all day, Lucy thought as she came slowly awake. The sun was gone, having set beyond the distant horizon sometime before she lifted her head to stare through the car’s windshield.
They seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, driving along a narrow, twisting, dark road without a painted line or a streetlight in sight. The pavement was cracked and littered with potholes, and the edges were disintegrating chunks of broken asphalt. Forests stood clothed in a misty purple haze in the distance, and just as she was about to ask where in the name of creation they were, they rounded a hairpin curve and she saw a mansion straight out of an old Saturday afternoon creature feature.
It rose, gothic and dark, with countless sharp spires stabbing into the deepening twilight sky. A few of its arched windows were lit, but most remained black, like sad, vacant eyes. And the wrought-iron fence that rose tall around the outside leaned lazily this way and that, as if its spearlike points were tired of standing guard.
To Lucy’s horror, James turned into the twisting dirt path that passed for a driveway, passing in through the open gate and driving nearer the house she was sure must have been the setting for a plethora of Vincent Price films.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t panic, okay? I know it’s scary looking, but it’s just a house, and it’s one of the few where they won’t be looking for us.”
“They aren’t looking for us. They’re looking for you. They let me go, remember?”
“This is just a stop along the way.”
“Where the hell are we? Why did I sleep so long?”
“We’re in Connecticut.” He stopped the car, shut off the engine. “And you slept so long because you were drugged last night, and…and because I told you to.”
“You told me to.” She looked at him as if he were insane.
“The power of suggestion is…it’s another of my…”
“Finally!” The driver’s door was yanked open, and a pair of female arms wrapped themselves around James before he could get out. The newcomer’s blond hair was barely visible from within the car, but her swimsuit-model bosom was level with Lucy’s line of sight as the woman released James to kiss his face, then squeezed him again. Lucy relaxed as she realized that it was just his sister, Brigit. Not that she cared. She was angry, she reminded herself. Which, by the way, was unlike her. She didn’t get angry. She negotiated; she talked things out with reason and with logic. She avoided conflict.
Until she’d been shot down in a Manhattan street and dragged into some kind of intrigue that had nothing to do with her.
“You said you would take me home,” Lucy accused James’s back.
“You said I would take you home. I just didn’t correct you.” His voice was muffled by the hug, until his twin finally released him and straightened away.
“Aunt Rhi and I have been worried sick. You took much longer than we expected. You should have checked in.” She peeked around him, smiled and bent down a little to wave her fingers at Lucy. “How are you doing, Professor?”
“I just want to go home.”
“Yeah, you look good and pissed off.” Brigit grinned. “Glad to see you have it in you, to be honest.”
Then Lucy’s door was pulled open, and she turned and lifted her head, startled, to find herself staring up into the powerful eyes of a woman who was frightening in her beauty, regal in her bearing and intimidating in her glare.
“One would expect a woman plucked from the very jaws of death itself to show a little gratitude. Wouldn’t one?”
She didn’t speak so much as purr her words, her voice deep and resonant and menacing.
“Of course I’m grateful. I just…none of this has anything to do with me. I’ve been through hell, and I want to go home.”
“Oh, well, that’s different then,” the woman said. She looked up, over the hood of the car, to the two on the other side. “She wants to go home, poor little thing. That changes everything, doesn’t it? Including the fact that our entire race is facing annihilation?” She snapped her eyes back to Lucy’s, and before Lucy could blink, she was pulled from the car, and lifted off her feet and into the air.