“You belong to me,” the demon repeated, watching her closely. “Child of mine.”
She closed her eyes momentarily, blinking rapidly against the tears that were threatening to form. She was all alone, she knew. He had seen to that. He had done that to her. She stared balefully at him, daring him to come closer, hating him as she had never hated anyone. Her father. A demon. A demon. A demon.
“Step away from Mr. Ross, please,” he ordered softly.
She stood her ground in challenge. “No.”
The demon smiled coldly. “No?”
He gestured at her almost casually, and she was assailed with such fear that her legs buckled and her breath caught in her throat. She staggered under the weight of the attack, and as she did so the feeders came at her from every side. She whirled to meet their assault, her eyes locking quickly on those of her attackers, her magic turning them to mush. One by one they crumpled before her, falling to the sodden earth and melting away. But for each one she destroyed, two more took its place. She hissed at them like a cat, enraged and terrified by their closeness and numbers. They were touching her now, grappling for her, too many to fend off completely, and she was back once more in the darkness of the caves beneath the park, wrapped in electrician’s tape and unable to help herself. She fought on, striking out wildly, destroying any feeder who would look at her, forcing some to cringe away as she wheeled on them, thrashing against those who tried to crawl over her.
But there were so many. Too many! Too many!
She clasped her head between her arms and closed her eyes, screaming defiantly.
Then suddenly the feeders were gone back into the night, and she was alone again. She lifted her head and found the demon watching her, amusement reflected in his pale eyes.
He started toward her again, a slow advance through the empty gloom and soft rain.
“Wraith!” she cried out desperately.
Abruptly, the big ghost wolf appeared. He emerged from the trees behind the demon and stalked into the ravaged clearing with his massive head lowered and his hackles raised. Nest felt her heart leap as her giant protector advanced on the demon.
The demon stopped and looked casually over his shoulder. Wraith stopped as well.
The demon turned back to Nest, smiling. “I have a confession to make,” he said. “I have been keeping something from you. Would you like to know what it is? It’s rather important.” Nest said nothing, suddenly terrified. He was enjoying the moment. “It’s about this creature. Your protector. It’s an elemental, a thing created of magic and the elements, a sort of familiar. You probably think your grandmother made it; maybe she even told you she did, But she didn’t. I did.”
His words spun through the silence like chips of jagged metal, cutting apart what remained of Nest’s courage and resolve. She stared at him in disbelief. “You’re lying.”
He shook his head. “Think about it. I left you behind after you were born. Why would I do that if I thought any harm would come to you? You were my child; quite possibly you would have magic at your command. The feeders would be drawn to you. At times, you would be in danger.” He shrugged. “So I created a protector to watch over you, to keep you from harm.”
She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you.”
“No?” He laughed softly. “Watch.”
He turned back to Wraith and made a quick gesture. Wraith sat back on his haunches obediently. The demon smiled at Nest. He made another gesture, and Wraith lay down and put his head between his paws, docile and responsive.
The demon faced Nest once more. “See?” He gave her a wink.
Nest felt the last of her hope fade, watched her last chance for survival drift off into the night. Use your magic. Trust Wraith. But Wraith was his creature. His. The truth burned in her throat and left her dizzy and sick inside.
Oh, my God, my God! What am I supposed to do now?