Moving silently, they slipped along the wall and around the corner. Unfortunately, the meat-minds were waiting just as silently.
The shot glass thudded into the middle of an approaching body without slowing it down.
“Run!”
It wasn’t meat-minds behind them, cutting them off. Meat-minds didn’t move that quickly or look that dangerous.
* * *
Hanging from the taloned grip of her captor, Diana shot a glance at Kris who had finally worn herself out and was dangling quietly. Nothing they’d been able to do had had any effect on the grip of the long legged, multijointed, vaguely buglike bad guys, so she’d stopped struggling early on and tried to memorize the path they’d taken down past the construction barrier and into this ornate and, frankly, overdone throne room. Walls of etched gold, a floor of polished marble, the heads of various creatures displayed on wooden plaques, torches—who used torches in the twenty-first century?
Her nose was bleeding again. All she could do was let it drip.
Claws skittering against gleaming black stone, the two bug things carried them toward the massive jeweled throne and the silver-haired man who sat on it, one elegantly clad leg crossed over the other. He smiled, showing very white teeth as they were dropped unceremoniously to the floor, and then leaned forward with pale hands spread in a mock welcoming gesture.
“I knew you would come to me eventually, Keeper.”
Diana blinked, took a second to make sure Kris was moving, and sat up to find cold, corpse-gray eyes staring down at her with triumphant familiarity.
“Right,” she said, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Who are you?”
EIGHT
“YOU ASK WHO I AM?” The silver-haired man with the corpse-colored eyes leaned forward. “I am your worst nightmare.”
“My worst nightmare?” Diana repeated. She hauled herself up onto her feet, hoping Kris realized that, as much as she wanted to spend the next ten minutes doing nothing but reassuring herself that the other girl was okay, duty called. “Dude, you’ve never been to high school. You’ve never had that ‘sitting down to a final exam and realizing you never actually went to the class’ dream, have you? Or had your bladder haul up the ‘I really have to pee, but the only toilet I can find is in the middle of the main hall and classes are changing’ scenario. Or done the ‘scenes from the most boring Canadian short stories ever written start coming to life in freshman English.’ Oh, wait…” She frowned, wiping her bloody nose on her sleeve. “…that last one actually happened. But the point is…” Arms folded, she met the eyes of the man on the throne. “…you are so not my worst nightma…”
The front pincers of her buglike captor smacked her behind the knees, and she went down hard.
Ow. Ow. And OW! Marble floors didn’t get softer with repeated impact. Hissing with pain as she propped herself up on a bruised elbow, she gave the enemy her best “get over yourself” expression. Six months with Sam had made it pretty effective. “If it means that much to you, you can be a bad dream and work your way up.”
He smiled almost pleasantly. “I recognize bravado when I hear it, Keeper. Brave words from a little girl in way over her head.”
Diana sighed. “Look, seriously, I really don’t know who you are. If you want me…us,” she corrected as, beside her, Kris struggled to her knees, “to cower in terror, it would work a lot better if we knew to whom we were cowering. So, if you could, please tell us your name.”
“Please?” His snort was elegant, aristocratic, and dismissive. “Did you honestly think so simple a magic would work on me?”
“Can’t blame me for trying.”
“I could kill you for trying,” he pointed out reasonably. “And if you do not know my name, I am not so foolish I will give you the power of it.”
“Okay, but head bad guy? Nasty number one? So not terrifying.”
“Not,” Kris agreed, and Diana flashed her a pleased smile for being willing to play. If they could get the guy’s name, if they could find out anything about him, she might be able to do something. Given that she wasn’t allowed to access the possibilities, she wasn’t sure what, but something. She was fairly sure her subconscious agreed his ass needed serious kicking. Unfortunately, at the moment, her subconscious was busy having mild hysterics about the giant bugs.
“If you want terrifying, Keeper, I’m willing to oblige, but, for now, there are only two things you need to know.” Sitting back, he flicked a pale finger into the air. “The first is that you live now only because I have not ordered your death. The second…” A second finger joined the first. “…is that you have failed. You have not shut down the segue, and the darkness will gain entry through it to your world.”
“Okay, one…” Diana flicked the second finger on her right hand back at him. “…I haven’t failed yet, and I’m not the only one fighting you.”
“If you speak of your sister, we can defeat her as easily as we have defeated you. More easily, I suspect, as you have by far the greater power. It was your Summons; you were your world’s best hope, and here you are. If you speak of your little friend…” He inclined his head graciously toward Kris and then jerked it back a lot less gracefully as she spat a mouthful of blood almost into his lap. “…her companions, or the Immortal King, they are even now being dealt with. The Immortal King will die and after, as always happens, the fellowship of those he leads will not survive his death. That is, after all, in the Rules.”
“What’s he talking about?” Kris demanded.
Diana touched her lightly on the arm. “I’ll tell you later.”
“You may not have a later.”
“Up yours.”
A brilliant and speculative smile. “Perhaps.”
Was he hitting on her? He was hitting on her. Eww.
“But for now, let’s have a
