Part 2 (1/2)
”That's because she didn't. You know it. Rhiannon knows it. I know it. The only people deluding themselves are the cops. So, tell me, what does a day runner do?”
He blushed. ”I run errands for Geoffrey and his wife that they can't do during the day. Pick up dry cleaning, personal shopping, mail off stuff at the post office, things like that.”
”They pay well?” I knew I was being nosy but it didn't hurt to find out my options. Marta might have left me her business, but I doubted it brought much in the way of money.
”Eh-not bad. I get benefits, which helps.” He caught Rhiannon around the waist with one arm and she rested her head on his shoulder. It was obvious they'd been going out for a while-they seemed so comfortable together. ”And benefits will be important over the next few years.”
Blus.h.i.+ng, she swatted him off. ”I haven't set the date yet, and until we find my mother, I can't even think about it. So shoo, pest.”
Staring at the pair, I noticed then that Rhiannon was wearing a thin silver band on the right fourth finger of her hand. It had a diamond in it-minuscule, but a diamond nonetheless.
”You two are getting married?”
She smiled softly. ”We're engaged to be engaged. But yeah, Leo is the one. We've been dating for three years now. Cicely, can we go look for Heather? It's getting colder out there and if she's caught somewhere . . .”
”Yeah. She could die of hypothermia. Bring a blanket, just in case we find her.” Blankets were bulky but better safe than sorry.
I slipped out onto the back porch. Down the steps, a narrow stone path led into the backyard where the kitchen garden and herb gardens sprawled. There was no lack for privacy, that was for sure.
I was about to call out Heather's name, but then realized that it was ridiculous to hope she'd answer. I started walking the perimeter of the land toward the forest, leaving a trail of footprints in the fresh snow. I motioned for Leo and Rhiannon to head the other way.
Maybe my aunt had fallen and hurt herself. Maybe she'd hit her head on a rock and had knocked herself out. Maybe Maybe . . . a flash of snow lightning-a phenomenon that happened around the Pacific Northwest now and then-illuminated the sky, directly over the wood. I stared at the flickering light as the thunder hit, slamming through the air like a sledgehammer. . . . a flash of snow lightning-a phenomenon that happened around the Pacific Northwest now and then-illuminated the sky, directly over the wood. I stared at the flickering light as the thunder hit, slamming through the air like a sledgehammer.
If Heather's around, please, blow me in her direction, I thought.
A gust sprang up, chilling me through, pus.h.i.+ng me toward the northeast. Right toward the forest. s.h.i.+t. Four members of the Society were dead. Five members were missing. s.h.i.+t. Four members of the Society were dead. Five members were missing.
I headed toward the wood, first reluctantly, then my fear broke through and I set off, jogging across the lawn. As I neared the tree line I heard shouts behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Rhiannon and Leo following. I skidded to a halt and turned, waiting for them.
”You think she's in there?” Rhiannon said.
”The wind led me here.” I glanced over my shoulder at the dark path that beckoned. At that moment, a figure came racing out, dark and spindly on two legs, with a bloated belly and long, jointed arms.
”What the f.u.c.k?”
The creature went straight for my throat and I stumbled back, clawing at it as it wrapped unnaturally strong arms around my neck. I smashed the palm of my hand into its nose, but it tightened its grip and everything began to go fuzzy. The next thing I knew, an owl swept out of the trees, savaging my attacker with its talons. As the bird spiraled up to get a better vantage, Leo jumped in, beating the creature off of me while Rhiannon tugged me away by one arm.
I scrambled to my feet, rubbing my throat as the thing let out a screech and backed off, hissing before it turned to disappear in the foliage.
”c.r.a.p and double c.r.a.p. What the h.e.l.l was that?” As I stared at the departing silhouette, I thought, Shadow, it reminds me of a thin, nasty shadow. Shadow, it reminds me of a thin, nasty shadow. And the owl-where had the owl come from? Owls were nocturnal, but this one had been on full alert. The owls banding my arms stirred. Startled, I stared down at my sleeves, but the sensation stopped. And the owl-where had the owl come from? Owls were nocturnal, but this one had been on full alert. The owls banding my arms stirred. Startled, I stared down at my sleeves, but the sensation stopped.
Ulean, what's going on?
I don't know. But that creature was out for your blood. Be cautious, Cicely-this woodland is not what it once was.
”I don't know,” Leo said. ”I've never seen anything like it.”
”Fae?” Rhiannon asked.
”I have no idea,” I murmured. ”Whatever it is, it's horribly strong. I don't think it expected you guys to help me. And the owl startled it.”
Rhiannon turned to the forest, staring mutely at the trees. After a moment, she let out a long breath. ”Do you think my mother came this way?”
Leo swallowed hard. ”Maybe Heather went searching for my sister.” He turned to me. ”Elise, my sister, is one of the members of the Thirteen Moons Society. She vanished a few months ago.”
”Somehow, I don't think Heather went in the forest to look for her,” I said softly. ”What about the Society? Can they help us?”
”Only Rupert, Tyne, and LeAnn are left, now that Heather's vanished,” Rhiannon said. ”With Marta dead, and Heather missing, I guess we could go to LeAnn.”
”LeAnn has a new baby,” Leo said. ”We can't ask her her to risk-” to risk-”
But he was cut off when Rhiannon's head dropped back.
”She's here . . .” Her voice sounded far away, as if she were speaking through a tunnel, and her eyes glazed over with a white sheen.
”What is it? What do you see?” I let go of her hand and stepped back, motioning for Leo to give her some s.p.a.ce. ”Rhiannon, can you hear me?”
”That's what my sister looked like whenever she went into trance. She was a seer.” Leo circled around behind her. ”If she falls, I'll catch her.”
”I hope she's okay. Rhiannon, can you hear me? Where are you?” If she didn't answer in another moment, I was going to shake her out of it. A trance as deep as the one she was in could suck a person under so far they'd never resurface. But then, her throat rattled and she opened her mouth. The voice that came out was ancient and keening, to where it might shatter like gla.s.s.
”The Indigo Court has risen. The Hunt has begun. All of my enemies, tremble with desire, and let your hearts fear.”
Rhiannon crumpled into Leo's arms and he braced her up as she began to regain consciousness.
I stared at the forest. What the h.e.l.l was the Indigo Court? As the breeze stirred the fern fronds near my feet, scattering snow from their leaves, something sparkling from beneath one of the maidenhair ferns caught my attention. Quietly, I knelt down to pick it up. A crescent moon necklace in white gold, and on the back, one engraved word: Heather. Heather.
Another look at the snow-shrouded ground showed droplets of blood near where the necklace had rested. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that whatever was hiding in these woods had kidnapped my aunt. The question wasn't Where was she Where was she, but Was she alive Was she alive?
I squatted on my heels beside the blood, fingering the leaves around it. The snow was compact, new snow hadn't managed to cover it yet, and I found several footprints. They were the right size and shape for my aunt's boots.
”What is it?” Leo knelt beside me.
I glanced over my shoulder. ”Trouble. That's what.” I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans. Rhiannon was standing on her own, looking pale but composed. ”You okay?”
She nodded. ”What just happened?”
”You fell into a trance,” Leo said. ”I recognized the signs. What the h.e.l.l is the Indigo Court? And what's the Hunt?”
”I don't know.” I looked at my cousin. ”Do you remember anything you said? Any images that might have been running through your mind when you were channeling whoever that was?”
Rhiannon rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead, squinting in concentration. ”I think . . . I remember seeing something. But I'm not sure what to make of it. I was standing in a forest that was bathed in dark blue. The silhouettes of the trees were silver and barren . . . surreal. Real, but yet, not quite. And there were nets . . . webs? . . . stretching through the branches.”
Just where had she been?
”Anything else?”