To her credit, she didn’t react visibly to his words. She just stood there, silent and watchful. He didn’t like it that she was so unmoved, so calm. She was made of fire and raw emotion, and she should be responding more strongly than this.
“Think how much simpler it would have been if you’d listened that first day when I asked for your help.” He sighed. “You were so stubborn, and it has cost you so much. Now here we are, right back where we started. Let’s try it again, shall we, one last time? Give me what I want. Give me the gypsy morph so that I can be out of your life forever!”
The faintest of smiles crossed her lips. “Here’s a piece of irony for you, Mr. Gask. You’ve had what you wanted all night, and you didn’t realize it. It’s been right under your nose. Little John was the gypsy morph. That boy was what you were looking for. In his last transformation before coming here, that’s what he became. How about that, Mr. Gask?”
Findo Gask quit smiling. “You’re lying, Miss Freemark.”
She shook her head. “You know I’m not. You can tell. Demons recognize lies better than most; it’s what they know best. No, Mr. Gask, you had the morph. That was one of the reasons John and I came here tonight—because we didn’t have it to trade for the children and had no other way to get them back.”
She shifted the little girl in her arms. The child’s head was buried in her shoulder. “Anyway, he’s lost to both of us now. Another piece of irony for you. You notice I don’t have him with me? Well, guess what? He ran out of time. His magic broke apart down there in the basement. He disappeared. Poof! So it really is just you and me, after all.”
Findo Gask studied her carefully, searching her face, her eyes, sifting through the echoes of her words in his mind. Was she lying to him? He didn’t think so. But if the morph had self-destructed, wouldn’t he have sensed it? No, he answered himself, magic was flying everywhere in that house, and he wouldn’t have been able to separate the sources or types.
“Look in my eyes, Mr. Gask,” she urged quietly. “What do you see?”
What he saw was that she was telling the truth. That the morph had been the boy all along, and now the boy was gone. That the magic had broken apart one final time. That it was beyond his reach. That was what he saw.
He felt a burning in his throat. “You have been a considerable source of irritation to me, Miss Freemark,” he said softly. “Maybe it is time for you to accept the consequences of your foolish behavior.”
“So now you want to kill me, too,” she said. “Which was your plan all along anyway, wasn’t it?”
“You knew as much. Isn’t that another reason why you came here instead of waiting on my call?”
He took a step toward her.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you, Mr. Gask,” she said sharply. “I can protect myself better than most.”
She glanced to her right, and Gask followed her gaze automatically. The big ghost wolf the ur’droch had encountered at her home the night before stood watching him from the shadows, head lowered, muzzle drawn back, body tensed.
Gask studied it a moment, surprised that it was still alive, that it hadn’t been forced to exchange its own life for that of the ur’droch. He had thought the ur’droch a match for anything. Well, you never knew.
“I don’t think your friend is strong enough to stop me,” be said to Nest Freemark, keeping his eyes fixed on the beast.
“I’ve lost a lot in the past few days, Mr. Gask,” she replied. “This child in my arms is one of the few things I have left. I promised her mother I would look after her. If you intend to keep that from happening, you’re going to have to do it the hard way.”
Gask continued to measure the ghost wolf. He did not care for what he saw. This creature had been created by a very powerful demon magic that had been strengthened at least once since. It was not hampered by the rules that governed the servants of the Word. It would fight him as a demon would fight him. Most likely it had already destroyed the ur’droch. Findo Gask was stronger and smarter than his late companion, but he was not indestructible. He might prevail in a battle with this creature, but at what cost?