Bloody, matted hair frames an ice-white face with black holes for eyes. She licks crimson fangs when she sees me looking. But the truly disturbing thing about her is what shes wearing. Her upper body is voluptuous and encased in a corset of bone and sinew. She has no lower body that I can see. A tattered, incomplete crimson gown streams behind her.
And now I know why she smells of rotting meat.
Her unfinished gown is made of guts.
My stomach heaves again. It collects Unseelie prince guts?
Among others. Shed take yours, too. Though yours would rot sooner.
Cant you go any faster? I like my guts. I want to keep them for a long time.
We explode from the mirror into the second white room and leap headfirst into the next mirror. We pass through multiple mirrors, chased by the scent of rotting meat. Uh, Christian, shes going to get out.
Good. More prey in Dublin. Shell go after someone else.
We cant have her loose in my city!
Youre the one that opened the bottle.
I screwed up. Big-time. But Ill figure it out. Ill trap and kill her and make my city safe again. Before she hurts anyone. I cant stand the thought of innocent folks getting killed because of my stupid curiosity. You should have warned me not to open stuff!
I did. Then there was the whole read them and weep thing chiseled over the door. Which warning didnt you get?
That was about the books, not bottles!
Some warnings are unilateral.
Then were out and the cold slams into me like the brick wall we just exploded from. It takes my breath away, and when I get it back, it comes out in frosty puffs on the air. I go skidding across the alley on snow and ice and crash into the building opposite. Christian slams into me. We steady each other and I look around disbelievingly. The grounds covered with six inches of snow!
Did the Hoar Frost King ice something in this alley in the few hours we were gone? It cant be more than ten degrees and the windchill is killer. It never gets cold like this at night! And never over the space of a few hours. I look around for an ice sculpture nearby.
Aw, crap, I say, because its about to hit the fan. Snows not the only thing in the alley.
Ryodan and Barrons are behind BB&B, getting out of Barronss Bugatti Veyron. They both stare at me a sec, like they cant believe their eyes, then Ryodans gaze fixes on where Im holding Christians hand. I drop it like a hot potato, but the look on his face doesnt improve. Its not what you think! Hes not going to be my superhero boyfriend and kick your
Yes, I am, Christian says.
No, youre not, Ryodan says. And where the fuck have you been. Do you know the problemsyouve caused me.
Dude, I only been gone, like, two hours. And we got bigger problems right now, I say.
No shit. This whole city is turning to ice.
What the bloody hell were you doing in the White Mansion? Barrons demands. Who told you how to get in there?
You will never go anywhere without me again, Ryodan says to me. If you do, Ill lock you in my dungeon until you rot.
Speaking of rotting, I think
No more. From this moment forward, Im going to be doing all your thinking for you.
I bristle. My ass, you will.
Seal the wall, he says to Barrons. And get her the fuck out of here. Its time for the Highlander to die.
You just try, Christian says.
I aint going nowhere. Well, I amend, actually I am and you need to, too. We all have to get out of here. I start trying to freeze-frame but I crash into Barrons and bounce off. What happens next happens so fast I almost cant process it.
The stench of rotten meat fills the air, and Christian and me duck and split off in opposite directions because we know whats coming, then the Crimson Hag explodes from the wall, holding what looks like six-foot-long knitting needles made from bone, like lances at her sides.
She pierces Barrons and Ryodan with them then shoots straight up in the air, trailing their guts behind her.
THIRTY-ONE
Im swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned
I stand there like an idiot.
I should run before she turns on me, too, but my feet seem to sprout icy roots.
Barrons and Ryodan are lying in the alley on their backs, blood staining the snow in widening circles around them, and I gape, thinking: They cant die! Superheroes dont die!
Misguided beliefs aside, they sure look like theyre dying to me. Nothing could get that mutilated and survive.
The Crimson Hag didnt just puncture them, she flayed them from groin to neck, and split them clean through bone. In one quick yank she scrapped all their intestines and internal organs from their bodies. Its a move shes had hundreds of thousands of years to perfect. Puncture, fly, yank. Their chest and abdomen cavities are open and scraped empty. The only way the treacherous bitch could have done this to them was to catch them by surprise.
What the feck was I thinking, standing there saying anything besides Run? Bickering as usual, like we had forever and always would!
I thought you guys would duck at the last minute, I mutter at their bodies. Or freeze-frame away, faster than me. Or maybe Ryodan would use whatever secret weapon he used against Velvet against her. Never in a gazillion years did I think anything could actually get the jump on them!
And now I know why she smells of rotting meat.
Her unfinished gown is made of guts.
My stomach heaves again. It collects Unseelie prince guts?
Among others. Shed take yours, too. Though yours would rot sooner.
Cant you go any faster? I like my guts. I want to keep them for a long time.
We explode from the mirror into the second white room and leap headfirst into the next mirror. We pass through multiple mirrors, chased by the scent of rotting meat. Uh, Christian, shes going to get out.
Good. More prey in Dublin. Shell go after someone else.
We cant have her loose in my city!
Youre the one that opened the bottle.
I screwed up. Big-time. But Ill figure it out. Ill trap and kill her and make my city safe again. Before she hurts anyone. I cant stand the thought of innocent folks getting killed because of my stupid curiosity. You should have warned me not to open stuff!
I did. Then there was the whole read them and weep thing chiseled over the door. Which warning didnt you get?
That was about the books, not bottles!
Some warnings are unilateral.
Then were out and the cold slams into me like the brick wall we just exploded from. It takes my breath away, and when I get it back, it comes out in frosty puffs on the air. I go skidding across the alley on snow and ice and crash into the building opposite. Christian slams into me. We steady each other and I look around disbelievingly. The grounds covered with six inches of snow!
Did the Hoar Frost King ice something in this alley in the few hours we were gone? It cant be more than ten degrees and the windchill is killer. It never gets cold like this at night! And never over the space of a few hours. I look around for an ice sculpture nearby.
Aw, crap, I say, because its about to hit the fan. Snows not the only thing in the alley.
Ryodan and Barrons are behind BB&B, getting out of Barronss Bugatti Veyron. They both stare at me a sec, like they cant believe their eyes, then Ryodans gaze fixes on where Im holding Christians hand. I drop it like a hot potato, but the look on his face doesnt improve. Its not what you think! Hes not going to be my superhero boyfriend and kick your
Yes, I am, Christian says.
No, youre not, Ryodan says. And where the fuck have you been. Do you know the problemsyouve caused me.
Dude, I only been gone, like, two hours. And we got bigger problems right now, I say.
No shit. This whole city is turning to ice.
What the bloody hell were you doing in the White Mansion? Barrons demands. Who told you how to get in there?
You will never go anywhere without me again, Ryodan says to me. If you do, Ill lock you in my dungeon until you rot.
Speaking of rotting, I think
No more. From this moment forward, Im going to be doing all your thinking for you.
I bristle. My ass, you will.
Seal the wall, he says to Barrons. And get her the fuck out of here. Its time for the Highlander to die.
You just try, Christian says.
I aint going nowhere. Well, I amend, actually I am and you need to, too. We all have to get out of here. I start trying to freeze-frame but I crash into Barrons and bounce off. What happens next happens so fast I almost cant process it.
The stench of rotten meat fills the air, and Christian and me duck and split off in opposite directions because we know whats coming, then the Crimson Hag explodes from the wall, holding what looks like six-foot-long knitting needles made from bone, like lances at her sides.
She pierces Barrons and Ryodan with them then shoots straight up in the air, trailing their guts behind her.
THIRTY-ONE
Im swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned
I stand there like an idiot.
I should run before she turns on me, too, but my feet seem to sprout icy roots.
Barrons and Ryodan are lying in the alley on their backs, blood staining the snow in widening circles around them, and I gape, thinking: They cant die! Superheroes dont die!
Misguided beliefs aside, they sure look like theyre dying to me. Nothing could get that mutilated and survive.
The Crimson Hag didnt just puncture them, she flayed them from groin to neck, and split them clean through bone. In one quick yank she scrapped all their intestines and internal organs from their bodies. Its a move shes had hundreds of thousands of years to perfect. Puncture, fly, yank. Their chest and abdomen cavities are open and scraped empty. The only way the treacherous bitch could have done this to them was to catch them by surprise.
What the feck was I thinking, standing there saying anything besides Run? Bickering as usual, like we had forever and always would!
I thought you guys would duck at the last minute, I mutter at their bodies. Or freeze-frame away, faster than me. Or maybe Ryodan would use whatever secret weapon he used against Velvet against her. Never in a gazillion years did I think anything could actually get the jump on them!
