“I would give all of myself to keep you safe. To do that, I have to kill Casshorn. It’s a simple trade. Casshorn has to die, so you can live. Two sides of the same coin. I love you, and you’re the measure of my wrath.”
“What did you say?” She flashed too hard and missed the hound.
He stepped in and sank a focused shot of white into the three bodies squirming in the water. “I said I love you, Rose. Easy on the flash.”
ROSE swayed. She gritted her teeth and stood her ground, fighting to remain upright. The magic inside her no longer thrived and filled her up. She had to reach deep to pull it out. She was draining the last of her reserve.
“Are you all right?” Declan’s voice asked.
“Fine,” she said.
Dark bodies bobbed in the murky waters around the dock, their silvery blood sliding across the surface of the lake like an oil rainbow. The silver wet the rubber under her feet, and she had already slipped once and barely caught herself.
They kept coming. Two, three at a time, a fraction of the horde unaffected by electrocution, swimming through the dark stream of cadavers and climbing on the dock, teeth bared, eyes glowing. Next to her, Declan swung his sword, mechanical, silent, and unstoppable. Like a machine.
Another hound. Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
Her heartbeat thudded like a hammer in her temples. One flash too many. Her vision began to blur. To push any further would be stupid. “I think I’m done,” she said and pulled out the machete Buckwell had given her.
A hound crawled onto the dock, and she hacked at it. Gray goo sprayed the rubber.
“Will they never end?” she whispered. She was so tired.
Declan’s hand caught her waist. He pulled her to him and kissed her, his lips warm and dry. “It’s over. There are none left. They’re pulling the cable out.”
“We’re done?” she asked.
“Yes.”
The surface of the lake was gray with the hounds’ blood. Bodies bobbed in the water. “You were right,” she said softly. “I never could’ve killed them all by myself.”
“What did you say?”
“I said you were right . . .”
He gave her a dazzling grin. “One more time, my lady?”
“You were right,” she told him with a tired smile.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. Unaccustomed to it as I am.”
It took another fifteen minutes before Buckwell rowed up in his boat to take them ashore. She watched as several Edgers under Buckwell’s direction dumped gasoline into the lake. When the first spark blossomed into orange flame above the water, she felt a great sense of satisfaction.
It lasted until Declan came to stand next to her. Her throat closed in. It was time for him to go after Casshorn, and there was nothing she could do to help him now.
She turned to him. Declan’s face was cold like a block of ice. He had locked himself into a rigid stance. Behind him, William waited, a dark shadow. Now wasn’t the time to break down and start crying. It was all or nothing. Either he came back and they had everything, or he would never return and they had nothing. She wanted desperately to run and throw her arms around him, but if she did that, letting go would be that much harder for both of them, and she sensed he was fighting for control.
Rose looked into Declan’s green eyes. “I love you,” she said. “Come back to me alive.”
He nodded, turned without a word, and walked away, William in tow.
Something broke inside her. It hurt, and she just stood there, trying her best not to crumble.
“He isn’t dead yet,” Tom Buckwell’s gruff voice said behind her.
Rose turned.
The big man was looking at her. “Wait until he’s stopped breathing before you have a funeral.”
She simply nodded.
“Well, don’t stand there all night. There is cleanup to be done.”
Cleanup sounded good. Any work sounded good right about now. Anything but waiting.
She followed him next to the shore. Jennifer Barran handed her a pole with a hook on the end. Rose reached into the water, hooked a charred carcass, and dragged it to shore. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. Flashing had worn her out, and the hound’s body might as well have been made of cement. She was on her third when Tom Buckwell dropped his hook next to her and swore. “What the devil . . . ?”
A man was running up the road toward them, his face so pale, it took Rose a moment to recognize him. Thad, sprinting so fast he had to be running for his life. She dropped her pole and ran toward him, a step behind Buckwell. The others joined.
Thad crashed into Buckwell, gulped air, and bent over gasping. “Hounds.”
It couldn’t be. They’d killed all the hounds.
“How many?” Buckwell asked.
“A shitload of them.” Thad spat on the ground, blinking. “They’ve busted our trucks. We’re cut off.”
Only one road led out of East Laporte. With the vehicles gone, getting into the Broken would be nearly impossible. They were a full four miles from the boundary. Rose surveyed the people around her: six in all, including Buckwell and Thad.
“We go to Wood House,” Buckwell said calmly. “Keep your machetes ready, and stay together.”
They followed him, circling the lake to the right.
Two shapes tore out of the woods, running at full power. Declan and William, heading straight for them.
“Change of plans,” Declan ground out when they neared. “Casshorn’s outsmarted us. His reserves are coming up.”
“We can’t fight them in the open. Too many.” William’s eyes glowed amber.
“We need a defensible position,” Declan said. “Do you have a jail?”
Buckwell stared at him like he was crazy.
“A town hall?” Declan asked.
“No,” she shook her head.
“Gods, what do you have?” William growled.
“A church!” Rose said. “We have a church!”
William glanced at Declan, who shrugged. “I’ve seen it. It’s not much, but it will have to do. Lead the way.”
They dashed down the street past the tiny convenience store owned by Thad’s uncle, past the meth heads’ mansion, down to the hill, and into the church. They rammed the doors open and burst inside. George Farrel appeared from behind the pulpit, his shotgun at the ready. His gaze fixed on Declan. His eyes sparked with crazy light.
“Get ye from the house of God, defiler!” Farrel jerked his shotgun up.
William leaped past them and punched him off his feet. Farrel hit the floor and didn’t rise.
“Bolt the door. Stack the pews at the sides!” Declan ordered. “We need a narrow path so they can only come to us a few at a time.”
Rose grasped the nearest pew. At the other end, Leanne strained, and together they flipped it on to the next pew. In minutes the nine of them piled the benches in two heaps at the sides of the church, leaving a narrow strip of open space between themselves and the entrance.
A thud shook the door. Rose jerked. Leanne backed away, past her, to the pulpit and Buckwell. Declan and William took a step forward in unison. Declan had his two swords out. William held a knife.
“Rose, step back,” Declan said.
She remained where she was, directly behind the two of them.
Another thud crashed against the door.
“You have no flash left,” Declan said.
