“I love you, Little John,” she whispered, a twinge of desperation creeping into her voice.
She felt him stir, worming more tightly into her.
“Tell me what you want, little boy,” she begged.
When he did, it was not at all what she had expected, but ever so much more than she had any right to hope.
CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER 28
Battered and disheveled, his black clothes stained and torn, Findo Cask made his way slowly down the back hallway of the old Victorian in search of Nest Freemark. He had lost his flat-brimmed hat and a good chunk of his composure. He kept his Book of Names clutched tightly to his chest. Behind him, flames climbed the walls and ate through the ceiling, consuming hungrily. His strange, gray eyes burned with the intensity of the fire he turned his back on, reflecting the mix of anger, frustration, and disappointment he was battling.
John Ross and Nest Freemark had been much stronger and more daring than he had anticipated. He could not believe they’d had the temerity to come for him, much less the courage to attack in spite of such formidable odds. It wasn’t the loss of Twitch and Penny and most probably the ur’droch that bothered him. They had all been expendable from the beginning. It was his loss of control over the situation. It was the effrontery Ross and Nest Freemark had displayed in attacking him when he had believed them so thoroughly under his thumb. He prided himself on being careful and thorough, on never getting surprised, and the night’s events had knocked his smoothly spinning world right out of its orbit.
His seamed face tightened. There was no help for it now. The best he could do was to set things right again. He would have to make certain that Nest Freemark, if she was still alive, did not stay that way. Then he would have to find the gypsy morph and, at the very least, put an end to any possibility that its magic might one day serve the Word.
When he reached the top of the basement stairs, he paused. It was brightly lit below, but devoid of movement and sound. Whatever was down there that was still alive was keeping very quiet. Then he heard someone stirring, heard a child’s voice, and knew they had not escaped him. Footsteps approached the stairwell, and he moved swiftly back into the shadows. When he saw Nest Freemark at the bottom of the stairs, he backed into the hall. Where to deal with her? She would attempt to slip out the back, of course, bringing the children with her. It was the children she would think of first, not Ross. It was the children she had come to save, surmising correctly that waiting to make any kind of trade for the morph would get them all killed.
She was intelligent and resourceful. It was too bad she wasn’t more her father’s daughter. In all the years he had worked in the service of the Void, he had never come across anyone like her.
He sighed wearily. He would wait for her outside, he decided, where he would put an end to her for good.
When she emerged onto the back porch, he was standing in the shadows by the hedgerow across the way. He could see her clearly in the light of the flames. She carried the little girl in her arms, and the sylvan rode her shoulder. There was no sign of the boy.
When she came down the porch stairs, he stepped out to confront her.
“Miss Freemark!” he called out sharply, bringing her head around. “Don’t be so quick to leave! You still have something that belongs to me!”
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and stared at him wordlessly. She didn’t panic. She didn’t turn back or try to move away. She just stood there, holding her ground.
“We’re finished, you and I, Miss Freemark,” he said, coming forward a few steps, closing the distance between them. “The game is over. There’s no one left but us.” He paused. “You did destroy the ur’droch, didn’t you?”
Her nod of acquiescence was barely discernible. She seemed to be trying to make up her mind about something. “Congratulations,” he offered. “I wouldn’t have thought it possible. The ur’droch was virtually indestructible. So that accounts for everyone, doesn’t it? Mr. Ross disposed of Twitch and Penny, and they disposed of Mr. Ross and the deputy sheriff. That leaves just us.”