Eternal, page 16
“...and?”
Another beat.
“And hope you could come up with something better than ‘try not to panic.’”
Katerina closed her eyes, resisting the urge to wrap her fingers around Dylan’s neck. I knew it. I knew he didn’t have a plan.
Cassiel shot him a look of sheer exasperation, running his hands back through his blond hair. His eyes lifted towards the horizon, lost in thought, before lightening with a sudden idea. “Brookfield Hall.”
Just two simple words, but Katerina got the feeling they were going to change her life forever. At any rate, Dylan grabbed onto them like a life raft.
“You think that could work?” he asked quietly, not daring to hope.
Cassiel looked uncertain, then worried, then resigned. “It’s the only chance we have. At least until we figure out the next step.”
The four of them fell quiet for a moment before Tanya stomped her foot, her cinnamon hair quivering with impatience. “Does someone want to clue the rest of us in? Like now?”
Cassiel glanced over with a faint grin, while Dylan rolled his eyes.
“Brookfield Hall is a safe house we used to have in the mountains. It’s a long way from here, but it’s completely off the grid. No matter how many people might be hunting you, they’ll never make it all the way to Brookfield. You’ll be safe.”
“For a while,” Cassiel clarified. Katerina got the feeling the guy wasn’t exactly the ‘glass half-full’ type. “You’ll be safe for a while, until we figure out what the heck we’re going to do next.”
The others shared a quick glance, more worried than they were letting on, then Tanya flipped back her hair and set off towards the street with a confident smile.
“To Brookfield, then. We’ll get there in one piece, or die trying.”
“That’s the spirit,” Cassiel echoed, following along behind. “One day at a time.”
Katerina stared after them with wide eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. “You guys have got to learn to give a better pep talk—”
She took a step to follow them but a hand shot out of nowhere, pulling her back. She glanced back in surprise to see Dylan standing right behind her, staring down into her eyes.
“Is this all right?” he asked softly. “The four of us. Is this something you want?”
She pulled back a few inches in surprise. “Do I have a choice?”
His face tightened with concern, and he slowly shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
She absorbed this silently, trying not to look as frightened as she felt. “Is the fae going to kill me in my sleep?”
He shook his head much faster this time. “No, he’d make sure you were awake.”
“Oh, well, that’s comforting.” Katerina glanced up again, forcing a smile. A trick she’d learned from him. “Then it’s the four of us. Four of us against the world.”
There was a heavy pause. One that got even heavier by the second.
“...don’t say it like that.”
Katerina stifled a shudder, hurrying after him towards the street.
“Yeah, it sounded better in my head.”
Chapter 12
THEY SPENT THE NIGHT in Lakewood, moving to a different inn on the other side of the village. The last thing they wanted was to explain to the proprietor of the first one why it was covered in blood, and according to the two men the four of them were going to need all the rest they could get before starting out on the long journey to Brookfield the following morning.
It was through the Black Forest and over the Calabrace Mountains. These were words that meant very little to Katerina, but she was quickly learning to base her reactions off the reactions of those around her. If they were worried, so was she. If they were resting, she would do the same.
“So do you think they’re going to be okay in there?” Katerina slipped under the covers of her cot, tilting her head towards the wall. “Or do you think they’ll kill each other in the night?”
For one night only, she and Tanya were sharing a room while Dylan and Cassiel were right next door. From tomorrow on, they’d all be sleeping under the same tent. But, given that it was their last night in civilization, they felt a certain level of propriety was in order.
Tanya followed her gaze then slipped into her own bed, pulling the covers up with a grin. “They’ll fight for sure. And I like Dylan, but I hope the fae wins.” Her eyes took on a dreamy sort of hue. “I could stare at him for the rest of eternity.”
Katerina snorted with laughter, imagining the mayhem just beyond the wall. “I think he could stare at himself for the rest of eternity.”
“Yeah...but that’s probably his only fault.”
The two girls shared a look, erupting into a sudden fit of giggles. A fit that soon escalated to the point where neither one was able to stop.
As strange as the situation was for Katerina, running for her life with a bunch of strangers through the twists and turns of a magical world, it was just as strange for Tanya. Her entire life, the girl had been alone. Her entire life, she’d been drifting from one town to the next. Always with a different identity. Always with an expiration date before she’d have to move on.
In a way, this impromptu sleepover—two teenage girls nestled beneath the covers, laughing at the plight of their friends—was the most normal, yet completely absurd, part of the journey yet.
They laughed and laughed and laughed, then abruptly grew shy. The room fell quiet, but the smiles lingered on their faces as the beginnings of a tentative friendship were made.
“Thank you,” Tanya said suddenly, in a voice most unlike her own. “Thank you for letting me come with you.”
Their eyes met, and Katerina’s entire face warmed with a smile. “Thank you for coming.”
Those were the last words they said until morning, but things were different the next day when they awoke. They were a little easier. They were a little more familiar. They were a hopeful beginning to the start of many things to come.
The men had slightly different luck.
“Seven hells!” Dylan angrily shook out his dark hair as the two emerged from the room the next morning and joined the girls outside. “I forgot what a nightmare you are to room with.”
The girls shared a giggle, but Cassiel was unfazed.
“If by a nightmare, you mean that I refuse to ‘keep watch’ until four in the morning with the lights on and the window down...then, yeah. I guess I’m a nightmare.”
“Completely unreasonable,” Dylan muttered as the fae pushed past him on the way to get some breakfast. “You’d think I was asking a lot.”
Katerina was unable to tell whether or not he was joking, so she wisely chose to move on.
“What’s on the agenda for the morning?” she asked brightly, determined to make the most of their trip no matter how dangerous it might be. “Breakfast, then we head out?”
Cassiel shook his head, finishing off an apple as Dylan tossed back a swig of cider.
“No, we have to stock up on some supplies first,” he replied. “Brookfield is completely off the grid—that’s the whole point. It means we won’t be able to get the things we need; we’ll have to bring them with us.”
The things we need? But we’ve been living off the land for over a month now.
The princess shook her head in confusion, trying to understand. “What kinds of things?”
“Booze,” the men answered at the same time.
It was the only thing they’d agreed upon since meeting. They flashed each other a matching scowl, then headed off in separate directions to search the town. They’d almost disappeared completely, when Dylan doubled back, grabbing Katerina by the arm.
“Stay right by Tanya, do you understand?” He bent down, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Right by her. Swear it.”
“All right, all right. I swear.” Katerina yanked her arm away, rubbing it with a petulant glare. “You’re pretty flippin’ handsy, you know that? Especially considering I outrank you by about ten thousand degrees.”
His eyebrows shot up with an amused smile. “Pulling rank, are we?” She shrugged testily and he flashed another grin. “Well, you didn’t seem to mind all the times I was handsy before.”
What?!
As Tanya graciously excused herself, muttering something about ‘having to walk her dog,’ Katerina turned to Dylan in shock, hardly able to believe her own ears. “Excuse me?”
The grin never faltered. If anything, it only got wider.
“Saving you from the goblins, pulling you out of that ghost...” he prompted, making no effort to hide his smile. “What did you think I meant?”
Katerina didn’t know how to respond. Not only was she completely baffled as to whether or not he was teasing, but she had absolutely no experience either way. Flirting wasn’t something that was really done in the castle. Not with the princess, at least. And, yes, she’d occasionally giggled and gossiped with her ladies when a particularly fine man came to court, but giggling and gossiping was the end of it. There was never any direct contact. Let alone flirting.
Unless...he wasn’t flirting. Unless...he was just making a joke.
Her senses abandoned her completely and she stood, pale and helpless, for so long that Dylan eventually took pity on her. He rolled his eyes, then pulled her in for a one-armed hug.
“Relax, Princess.” His lips brushed her hair and tickled the top of her ear as he whispered. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself in the future.”
Without another word, he left her standing in the middle of the street. Wondering what the heck just happened. Wondering if she’d made things better or worse. Certain of only a single thing.
For better or worse, something had just changed between them.
“Tanya?”
The second she called the shifter’s name, the girl appeared by her side. She should have known. There was no way Dylan would have walked away unless she was nearby. With as much grace and dignity as she could muster, she flashed the girl a tight smile and gestured to the shops.
“Are we supposed to be getting booze, too? You know, I don’t have any money.”
Tanya let out a wild giggle. The kind that startled, but made one smile at the same time. “A princess with no money. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Katerina’s smile faded into something rather dry. “Oh, yeah? What about a girl who spent a significant portion of the last few months travelling around as a goblin?”
The giggling stopped abruptly.
“Touché.”
They steered the conversation wisely in another direction, and wandered further up the road.
“At any rate—no. We don’t need to get any more booze.” Tanya flipped her hair over her shoulder, her bright eyes scanning down the street. “Between the two of them, I’m sure Dylan and Cass will come back with enough to sate an army. What we might need are medical supplies.”
There was nothing particularly ominous about the way she said it. Nothing about her tone that would clue one in to trouble. It was the principle of the thing.
Of course we will. Because what are the odds of getting out of this unscathed?
The shifter correctly interpreted the look on her face, and quickly flashed her a reassuring smile. “It’s no big deal—really. Standard practice whenever you go on a long trip. Between the four of us, I’m sure we’re going to be fine.”
“Right.” Katerina nodded quickly. “We’re going to be fine.”
Except the entire royal army is after us, my beloved giant saw tracks of theirs in the woods, and for all I know my brother’s hell hounds are already on my trail.
But, yeah—I’m sure we’ll be fine.
It was a lie at the worst, a pipe dream at the best. But either way, the girls were content to let it go and get on with the rest of their day. There was only so long you could stay in a state of abject terror and misery before bits of light started slipping through the cracks.
“So where do we get medical supplies in a place like this?” Katerina asked, faking a great deal more confidence than she actually felt.
Tanya flashed her a grin, seeing through the effort with ease. “We get them from a witch, of course. Come on. I spotted a coven by the fountain yesterday afternoon.”
A coven?! Of witches?!
For the second time in less than a minute Katerina flashed a deceptively confident smile, and gestured to the road ahead. “Lead the way.”
THE WITCHES WERE ABSOLUTELY nothing like what Katerina had expected. She had conjured up an image of a female version of Alwyn. Stately. Refined. Wrinkled with dignity and old age. What she found was a group of cackling, haggling, abrasive young women. Frizzy hair and fraying clothes, with a bucket-load of neurotic superstitions to boot.
First, they didn’t have what the girls were looking for. Then they might have it, but they were unsure as to the price. Then they had definitely found it, but wanted to know what the girls would be willing to pay before they admitted its original cost.
‘Round and ‘round they went, straining everyone’s patience. After only a few minutes Tanya was already at her wit’s end, and when one of the witches demand that Katerina leave the tent because she ‘didn’t trust people with red hair’ the princess couldn’t get out the door fast enough.
“Do not leave me with these people,” Tanya commanded through gritted teeth.
Katerina merely clapped her on the shoulder and slipped away with a smile. “I’ll be right outside. In the meantime, you should shift into one of them. Add to the confusion.”
Her smile was rewarded with a sarcastic glare.
“That’s hilarious. Who knew royalty was so flippin’ hilarious.”
It looked like she wanted to say plenty more, but before she could get the chance Katerina slipped outside, breathing in gulps of fresh hair as if she’d been trapped underwater. The witches had an unhealthy obsession with incense, and she didn’t realize how much it was messing with her head until she got back into the open breeze. The music was playing, the flowers were blowing gently in the breeze, and before Katerina realized what she was doing she began drifting along with the crowd. Smiling at the children playing on the grass and peering curiously into the shops.
She didn’t go far. She had made a promise, after all. But just as she was turning around to head back to the shops, a little whimper caught her ear.
She scanned the crowd for the source of the noise, her gaze falling on a little boy, crouched by the side of the road. There were tears on his face and dirt on his knees, but despite the fact that he was openly weeping no one else stopped to pay him any notice.
“Sweetheart?” she called, weaving her way desperately through the crowd. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
The boy looked up with a start, then bolted the second she got close. He appeared to be limping, and cast a frightened glance over his shoulder as he scampered up the grassy hill and away from the festival, disappearing into the trees.
Katerina paused at the edge of the road, staring at the woods with a look of tortured indecision. Twice, she stopped one of the people around her, asking if they would help her find the boy. Twice she was either propositioned or ignored.
She was about to hurry back to the witches and get Tanya for help, when another little cry drifted up out of the forest. This one was even more plaintive than the first. A chill of dread stole through her chest and she ran towards it without thinking, losing herself in the thick woods.
“Hello?” she called, searching frantically for a little boy in a sea of green. She could still hear the crying, but somehow the child had vanished into the trees. “Can you hear me? Please, don’t be afraid. I only want to help. Are you hungry? Would you like some food—”
A heavy boot caught her right in the stomach, doubling her over where she stood. A second kick and she went flying through the air, landing with a sharp crack on the forest floor.
Pain, the likes of which she’d never felt, radiated down from her head as the world in front of her flickered on and off. She could just barely make out the outlines of three people standing in front of her. Two were very tall. One was exceedingly small.
“That was even easier than I thought,” a gruff voice burst out laughing, starling the smaller figure by his side. “You did well. Now take your coins and go.”
A handful of gold rained down on the leaves in front of Katerina’s face. She blinked at them in a daze, trying to focus, when a pair of little hands scooped them up. She lifted her head just long enough to connect with a set of dark eyes. A child’s eyes. No tears on his face now.
The boy met her gaze for a split second before whispering, “I’m sorry,” then he took off into the trees. She stared after him in shock, blinking what felt like blood from her eyes, when a sudden shadow fell over her crumpled form.
“Doesn’t look much like a princess.” One of the men put his hands on his knees, cocking his head to shamelessly look her up and down. “Are you sure we got the right one?”
“I’m sure.” The first man reached down and ripped off her cloak in one, sudden movement, spilling her crimson hair all over the forest floor. “I actually saw her once at the castle at the St. Martin’s Day feast. It’s her, all right. I could never forget such a pretty face.”
The two men chuckled darkly, glancing around the woods. Katerina didn’t know what was different, but there was a sudden change in the air. An anxious sort of tension that wasn’t there before.
“We’re the only ones out here, right?” the second man asked nervously. “The others headed up towards Banff?”
The first man nodded silently, staring down at the fallen princess with a hungry gleam in his eyes. “It’s just you and me. And her. And we’ve got nothing but time...”
Katerina didn’t understand what was happening as they dragged her through the underbrush and propped her up against the base of a tree. She didn’t understand why they weren’t binding her hands, preparing to take her back to their leader. For that matter, she didn’t understand why they were so nervous all of a sudden. She was the one about to be taken back in chains.
