Kim Harrison - The Undead Pool

Eerie and unreal, a muted howl rose up from behind the green. It was taken up by another, and then a third, circling us in a soft binding. When it died out, another could be heard in the distance. Two more rose from different directions, probably outside the park. Ellasbeth’s people began to look between themselves. One man set his weapon down, turned, and walked away.

Head lifted high, Trent moved closer to me. The girls were with us. Jonathan still had the first two men cowed. Behind her, a woman and a man left, their pace fast and stilted. “Cincinnati will always be my city,” Trent said. “Even if I am penniless and wash windows to feed myself and my children. Leave. Don’t come back unless it’s as the thief you are so I may hunt you down.”

“I’m warning you, Trent,” Ellasbeth said, but her threat cut off when Jonathan let the two men up, whispering in their ears until they staggered away.

“Trent . . .” she said, then louder and in shock, “Come back here!,” when the shaken men ignored her and walked away. “Get back here!” she demanded, but they kept going. All her security went with them. Trent smiled, the girls silent between us. She had lost, and I could see in Trent a pained realization. He hadn’t wanted it this way, but she was forcing it on him.

“Trent,” she pleaded, shoulders hunched, but it was too late. “Come with me. I can convince them it was a mistake. This doesn’t have to happen. None of it.”

“And be indebted to you the rest of my life? Be your puppet? No.”

“For the girls’ sake,” she tried next, and Ray whimpered, reaching for Trent.

“Exactly,” he intoned. “For the girls’ sake.” Jonathan inclined his head and retreated so the two of them could see each other clearly over the fifteen feet. As I watched, Trent seemed to grow not taller, but more substantial. His aura almost glowed into the visible spectrum, and I wondered if the Goddess was watching, sending her mystics to bring witness to this. Do they see me? Do any of them know it’s me?

“As Sa’han, I am in my rights to refuse the enclave’s summons, but you can tell them this.” Trent took another step, and she looked even more alone. “Birthright is given. Power is earned. I still have it, and it is growing, not failing. This lost wealth will strip the dross from me and show what I am. This union between me and the demons proves my foresight and courage. The girls are mine. I’m still willing to allow you to see them because I have felt the pain of being apart and it was almost too much to bear, but if you try to take them again, I will come down on you with everything I have.” He took a slow breath, and I saw her shiver. “Do not push it, Ellasbeth. You’ve not seen the depths of what I’m capable of.”

Her eyes flicked to Jonathan. She swallowed hard, eyes welling as she looked at the girls, and then, head falling, she turned. Heels clicking on the cobbles, she strode away, not acknowledging the watching people.

“ ’Scuse me,” Jenks said tartly. “I have a little dusting to do.”

Ray called out after him as he left. I was shaking, uneasy as a few Weres peeled off from the rest and followed Ellasbeth out. Slowly the crowd faded back to leave only the zoo security with their green uniforms and two-way radios. Jonathan came forward with a dangerous grace I remembered but had never given much credit to. He could have killed them. It would have been easy, both to do and to live with afterward, and that was why I was Trent’s security, not him.

Trent inclined his head at the last of the Weres, and the man touched his nose before fading into the dispersing crowd. I couldn’t tell what pack he belonged to, but I probably owed David a favor.

“Thank you, Jonathan,” I said, numb as the tall man took Lucy and set her in the stroller. Zoo security was beginning to ring us, and it was clear we had to leave.

“I didn’t do this for you,” the man growled, his long fingers ugly as he snapped the buckles around the little girl. Trent cleared his throat in rebuke, and he stood. “Excuse me,” he said, the scent and feel of wild magic lingering about him as he handed Trent his card back. “I’ll take the girls and find some damp towels.”

They were already clean, but Trent nodded, evidently needing a moment to collect himself. I watched as Jonathan pushed the girls to a nearby water fountain.

“What did he say to them?” I asked.

“I’ve no idea.” Trent wiped the back of his neck, and the scent of cinnamon and wine grew strong. “But Jon is probably the reason I survived and my siblings didn’t.” He looked up, his expression grim in the dappled shade of the pergola. “Quen is good, but Jon has no restraint and acts without thinking beyond the moment. He was with me the night my siblings died. He’s like having a loaded gun on the nightstand with kids in the house. Unsafe even now.”

“Are you okay?” I asked, and he touched my elbow, trying to get me to walk over to the water fountain. Nina and Ivy already had, closing in around the most vulnerable members of the group. It was time to go.

“I’m sorry about this,” Trent said, glancing to where Ellasbeth had stood. “I knew she was going to try something, but I honestly thought she’d be a day or two after the media broke. And at the zoo? I am truly sorry. You being here was not my intent.”

I made my steps slow, reluctant to reach the sun and the lack of privacy. “I’m glad I was. Like I said, are you okay?”

Trent hesitated, a faint smile beginning as he looked from the strange, mixed-up group. Jenks had joined them, and his dust seemed to be the glue that bound them. “Tired,” he admitted, but his touch had become tighter about my waist, pulling me to him.

“No doubt,” I said as we rocked back into motion. “It’s after noon.”

“Not that tired,” he said, leaning to whisper it. “Just . . . tired? Are you . . . tired?”

Oh! Getting it, I felt myself warm. “Gosh, Trent,” I whispered, both pleased and flustered. “People are watching.”

“Let them watch,” he said, motioning for Jonathan to take the girls and go before us. Looking as if he’d rather eat slugs, the tall man maneuvered the girls onto the path and started forward. Ivy and Nina with their new hats fell into place behind them, leaving Jenks to fall back to us. His dust sparkled as we found the sun, and tugging me closer, Trent stole a quick kiss.

“Seriously?” Jenks snarked as I turned the quick kiss into something a little more lengthy, more promising. “You’ve both lost just about everything, and all you can think of is sifting your dust? I will never understand you lunkers.”

Trent pulled away, his eyes holding a heat that set my own libido sparkling. “Lost?” he said, our pace exactly perfect as we followed behind them. “Lost what? Money? My table at Carew Tower?”

“Your voice in the enclave,” I added. “Your tee time at the golf course.”

Trent sighed regretfully, but he was holding me tight. “True. Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can’t be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about.” He pulled me closer, and I leaned into him, feeling warm, as if I’d finally done something real and right. “I have a very sturdy house, Jenks,” Trent said. “So do you.”

And understanding that perfectly, Jenks flew ahead to tease the girls.