Alex took her hand and led her to the stone where he had put the knife to activate the gateway. She slipped her arm around his waist.
“Look here,” he said.
She frowned as she looked down at it. “It’s a drawing of trees. It’s kind of like the picture you gave me. It’s something like the Shineestay place you painted.” She trailed her fingers across the drawing. “Except that this one has all the trees.”
“And how many trees does it have?”
Jax touched the trees as she counted. “Ten.”
“And if I’m the one named by the Law of Nines, how many do you suppose it ought to have?”
She puzzled up at him. “It should have nine. It has one too many.”
Alex nodded. “For the gateway to work, for the one named by the Law of Nines to activate it, for his blood to work, for it all to ring true to the fail-safe, one of the trees has to be removed, just like I removed one in that painting I gave you.”
Jax was frowning in earnest. “How are you supposed to know which one to remove?”
“Easy. You take out the one that doesn’t fit the composition.” Alex laid a finger on one of the trees. “This one spoils the composition of the drawing. It doesn’t belong. An artist would know that. I knew it the instant I first saw it. Radell Cain didn’t see it because he wasn’t really an artist. The Lord Rahl who put this there was.”
“You mean to say that if that tree is erased, the gateway will function?”
“I’d bet my life on it.”
Jax looked around. “Then let’s send them back. Let’s try it.”
Together the two of them gathered up the bodies and piled them in the center of the sand. The white sand turned red as it soaked up all the blood still running from the corpses. They laid the bodies of Radell Cain and Sedrick Vendis side by side on top for all to see when they arrived.
Alex used his thumb, wetted with his own blood from the cut on his arm, to erase the tree that didn’t belong. When it was gone, he slid the knife into the slot.
With a thud to the air, the light instantly ignited above the sand, sparkling around the pile of corpses. The bodies vanished in a blink. No fading away, sparkling swirls, no nothing, just gone. The sand was again white.
Alex and Jax looked at each other. All of the blood from the men was gone off them as well. All that remained was their own.
Suddenly alone, they looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before coming together in an embrace and then a kiss that was filled with joy and relief.
As they sat together close under the soft light coming in from above through the open roof in the center of the room, she said, “You really are Alexander, defender of man. You were true to your name.”
They sat in silence for a time, just letting the peace and quiet settle in as they held each other close.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he finally said.
Jax, her head against his shoulder, glanced up at him. “You do?”
Alex nodded sadly. “You’re thinking that your part isn’t finished yet. You’re thinking that you are the defender of your people.”
A tear trailed down her face. She swallowed as she looked away from his eyes.
“I wouldn’t love you, Jax, if you were willing to abandon them without at least preparing them for you to leave them on their own.”
Her smile returned. “You wouldn’t?”
“No,” he whispered.
“You understand?”
He nodded, having difficulty finding his voice. “Even though it will break my heart to have you gone from my world, I understand that I have to let you do this.”
She laid her hand on the side of his face as she rested her head against him. “Only for now. I promise it will only be for a while.” Her lips trembled as she held back tears. “But I have to go back while we have the chance you have just given us. You’ve saved our world, if we act quickly. I need to see to it that we use what you have just done to make sure we strike while we have this chance to end it.”
“I know,” he said as he looked away, unable to bear it.
She reached up and turned his face down to look at her. “I swear, Alex, I’ll be back as soon as I can. My life is yours now. Even if I’m not here, I’m yours. Now and always.”
Tears ran down his face as he kissed her, never wanting it to end.
62
ALEX MADE HIS WAY ALONE through the forests that were now his. He was in a daze.
Tears running down his face mixed with the gentle rain that felt as if the sky were reaching out to gently touch him in sympathy.
It all seemed surreal.
He was in love with a woman from another world. He had just fought a battle between worlds. He had just saved his world from killers who would have murdered people in the thousands.
He wondered if he really was nuts.
He wiped his nose on the back of his hand as he looked up at a patch of sky he could see through an opening in the trees. He imagined Jax’s world out there somewhere.
She was out there, somewhere.
He didn’t even know where “somewhere” was.
He walked on without seeing anything. His mind saw only her. He thought only of her. He wanted only her.
His world was empty without her.
Alex sighed. Life would have been so much simpler had he fallen in love with an Earth girl.
He smiled, then, thinking that she must be thinking something rather similar.
After she had gone, he’d spent the night alone in the place of the gateway. He hated to leave the last spot he had seen her. They both wished she could have stayed for a while, stayed longer, stayed the night, stayed the week, the month, the year.
Forever.
But she couldn’t. She had to strike while they had the chance to end it. She had to press that advantage now if her people were to live, to have the chance to be free of the sorrow Radell Cain had set loose on them and her world.
Alex was proud of her. She was strong. It would have been easy to stay. But she was strong. Her people needed her.
At least for a while.
Along the way back, Alex had come across the bodies of the men he had killed on the way to get to Jax and the gateway. He didn’t want their bodies lying about in his woods. He activated their lifelines and sent them back.
Near the end of the day Alex finally reached his Cherokee, parked beside the stream. He was tired from the long hike back from Castle Mountain.
There was a white pickup parked there as well. On the door it said “Daggett Trust.”
He was somehow not surprised that Hal Halverson would be there waiting for him. The man was sitting on a rock nearby. He rose up when he saw Alex coming, stretching to look back up the trail. His face was a picture of ferocity colored with alarm.
“Where’s Jax? Is she all right?”
“She’s fine.”
Hal let out a sigh. “You had me worried for a second.” He looked back up the trail. “So where is she?”
Alex swallowed, steeling himself. “She had to go back.”
