Dead of Winter
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In one fluid motion, Aric dismounted his still-moving horse. Never slowing, he strode with superhuman speed toward the front door, right up the freaking porch steps! He knocked, as if he were about to drop off a casserole, then raised his hands in surrender.
The men would have no fear of answering, would just see some strange armored guy—who had no gun.
A slaver cracked open the door with a threatening look—and a pistol aimed not a foot from Aric’s chest.
Death spoke. Whatever he said made the man pull the trigger. The bullet ricocheted, plugging the slaver in the face.
Jack did a double take, then headed toward the back of the house. Aric drew his sword and breached the room.
Then . . . pandemonium.
Lamps crashed to the floor, dimming the area. Shadowy figures moved. Muzzle flashes blazed. Bullets bounced off mystical metal, a repeated ping ping ping.
An amoeba would’ve learned by now not to shoot at Aric’s armor.
Yells came from the backyard. I spurred my mare toward Jack. But he didn’t need any help, was firing on any who fled. The hunter had known a sight like Death would drive the men out the back. Then he’d merely waited.
The skirmish concluded in minutes. Aric had slain everyone inside; Jack outside.
The line of bodies stretched from the backyard into the house. Right where the arrow corpses stopped, the headless ones started.
The enemy was done. Neither Jack nor Aric had allowed me to contribute whatsoever. No witch invocation necessary.
With a nod of acknowledgment toward me, Jack retrieved his arrows, his bruised face flushed with aggression—and excitement?
The heat of battle.
At the back doorway, Aric lifted the grille of his helmet, smirking at him. “Eight to seven.”
“Only one ahead of me?” Jack snagged a two-way radio from a dead man’s belt, clipping it to his own. “And you got body armor from head to toe.”
The two of them were acting like such . . . guys. I wanted to strangle them. Neither should have been this reckless going in—or this pleased with himself afterward.
Or maybe I was aggravated that I hadn’t gotten to carry my weight.
At the threshold, a man with an arrow in his eye whimpered. Still alive. Jack strode forward to finish the kill, but Death beat him to it, removing his gauntlet on the way.
Aric stared at Jack as he laid his hand over the man’s face.
Ghastly black lines branched out over the half-dead slaver. He gulped a lungful to shriek, clawing Aric’s hand in a frenzy.
There was no greater pain than Death’s touch. It did outstrip even the plague—and my poison.
“Think twice about trying to strike me,” Aric told Jack as the man went still. “Oh, and now the score’s nine to six.” He stood, donning his gauntlet.
Jack snared the arrow, avoiding contact with the dead man’s putrefying skin.
Aric chuckled. “My touch isn’t contagious, mortal. The Black Death was a tribute to me; I wasn’t a tribute to it.”
“All the same . . .” Jack wiped the arrowhead across the bottom of his boot. “If you’re done showing off, I’m goan to clear this place.” He kicked the body out of the doorway and motioned me inside so he could lock up that entrance. “We’ll stay here for a spell and rest the mounts.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Do we have time?” Dolor was only a day’s ride away, and I burned to get to Selena.
“We’ll make it up with fresh horses. Come on, you.”
Claws at the ready, I followed Jack and Aric toward the front of the house. I gaped at Death’s destruction: heads and bullet holes everywhere. Sofa tufting clung to the blood splatter on the walls. Guns smoked in clenched hands. The fire in the hearth flickered on, oblivious.
“I’m reluctantly impressed by your take, mortal,” Death said. “I thought you were only good at thievery.”
With a mean smile, Jack drawled, “Thievery’s the second thing I’m really good at.” He turned to me, all cockiness. “Ain’t that right, bébé?”
Death gripped the hilt of his sword. Jack had no idea how close the knight was to cutting him down.
“Aric, why don’t you go retrieve your other sword?” I mentally added, You made me a promise.
—He courts his own doom.—
Please?
“Empress,” he grated, inclining his head before setting off.
Once Aric was out of earshot, I told Jack, “You don’t have to bait him like that.”
Jack checked behind a door. Then around a corner. “I bait him to let out steam—or I blow.”
“And what if you push him too far?”
“You got this idea of him as invincible. Every man’s got a weakness.”
Matthew had always said Aric’s weakness was me.
“There’s a chink somewhere in the Reaper’s armor. Just need to find it, me.”
Before I could say more, Jack turned toward the stairs.
On the second floor, we investigated nooks and closets. One bedroom was filled with clothes and packs—stolen from slaves—while three other rooms were furnished and spotless. But then, this boss had enjoyed free domestic labor.
“Oh ouais, we’re goan to stay here tonight. The windows up here are nailed, with nothing outside to climb. Decent security.”
“You don’t think more slavers will show up?”
“Non. But just in case, we’ll drag all the bodies around front.” We descended the stairs. “Anybody with a lick of sense will keep goan.”
“Why did you take such a risk earlier? Leaping to the bus?” I hadn’t had a real moment to process his actions. Right now wasn’t the time either, but just like Jack said, I had to let out steam. I stopped on the landing. “When I saw you get shot . . .”
He turned back toward me, curling his forefinger under my chin. “I was fine.”
“Don’t brush this aside.”
“I can take care of myself. And I can protect you just as good as Death can. Provide, too. He only had a head start, non?”
Jack had risked his life to prove a point? Was the chip on his shoulder back?
“That bastard knew the Flash was coming and got his ducks in a row. Just give me time.”
“Don’t risk yourself like that again.”
He dropped his hand at my no-bullshit tone. “I can’t make that promise. We doan know what we might head into.”
“Uh-uh. No. You don’t get to take chances like that anymore. People depend on you. If I sign on with you—and that’s a big if—you promised to earn my trust. You can’t do that if you’re dead. Maybe you do have a death wish?”