Cassie Alexander - Deadshifted

Marius was taking control. “I can operate the davits. You all just push on it so that it starts to slide down the outside of the boat.”

Another wave of pain hit. I grit my teeth, trying to bite back a scream.

Oh, God, was this how Kate had felt?

Asher grabbed me. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“My stomach—I think—” I didn’t want to say it aloud. His expression went dark.

Jorge was throwing his back into getting the life raft free from gravity. “A little help here?”

Asher looked at me. “We still have to get off the ship,” I said, my voice flat. He stepped away from me reluctantly as I tried to hide another wave of pain. I sank slowly to my knees as he pushed against the lifeboat with his back, eyes on me.

This wasn’t fair. I was still alive after all this time. I didn’t want to be filling up with worms, or losing this child. It wasn’t fair.

Asher and Jorge weren’t enough—Marius eyed me warily from the davit controls.

“I’ll show you how to do it, so I can help lift.”

I nodded, practically crawling over to him, and using the control panel itself to pull myself up. The joysticks were like playing one of those claw-and-grab games. “I can do it. Go.”

As the davits pulled from above the three of them managed to get the life raft over the lip of the boat. From there it was a straight drop down the hull into the water. Marius came back to oversee lowering it, letting the ropes down slowly, the metal of the life raft grating against the metal of the Maraschino ’s side. I sank down, my back against the control panel, curled into a ball.

Jorge was looking over the railing’s edge, oblivious to anything other than the life raft’s progress. “It’s in the sea! You’ve done it!”

All that was left was to somehow get aboard.

A fresh wave hit, and this time I had to scream. Asher rushed to my side to cradle me.

“Oh, no. No no no,” Jorge said, looking back, as he realized what was happening.

Marius started shaking his head and backing away. “She’s not getting in my boat.”

Asher’s grip on me tightened. “We have a greater chance of survival if we’re all in the same boat.”

“She’s infected—”

“You all probably are!”

Marius drew himself up to his full height—the same as Asher, and wider in the shoulders. “She’s not getting in my boat,” he repeated.

“She risked her life to save you!”

“I’m sorry for your loss, I truly am—but if she’s like Kate was, she’s already as good as dead.”

At this, Asher erupted from my side and went for Marius, swinging.

“Don’t!” I said, but neither of them heard me, and maybe I hadn’t said it as loud as I’d thought. It felt as if I were getting rabbit-punched in the lower abdomen, over and over again. What the hell was happening inside me?

Marius and Asher couldn’t circle each other at the ship’s angle, but both of them watched for openings, like people who’d beat the shit out of other people before.

“Stop it—” I pleaded. Jorge knelt by my side, ignoring the other men.

“Are you okay?”

It hurt so bad it was hard to talk. I just nodded while grimacing, holding my stomach, rocking back and forth.

“It’s going to be okay,” Jorge said, and even though I knew he was lying, it was still nice to hear. I nodded again, and he squeezed my shoulders, until the most recent wave of cramps were done.

“I think it’s the baby. I’m losing it,” I whispered.

“I’m sure that’s what it is,” he kindly agreed. Because miscarrying was slightly less awful than being burst apart by worms.

Asher and Marius had gotten a few blows in on each other, but the tilting of the boat was making it hard. It was one of those fights that’d degrade into a wrestling match given the chance, and it wouldn’t stop until someone got hurt. “We’ll take another boat,” I said, but only Jorge could hear me. More cramps hit me, like a physical blow. This was worse than when I’d been stabbed—and Asher’d saved me then, too. I whimpered, and Asher looked toward me, and then Marius—

“Look out!” I hissed.

Marius swung, connected, and followed through, his entire body leaning into his punch. It connected on Asher’s jaw with a loud smack and sent him reeling uphill, to fall back on the empty deck. Marius came forward to kick Asher, but Asher recovered, faster than a normal human would. My man was still a little supernatural, after all. He lunged for Marius’s outswept leg, grabbed it, and twisted, hauling Marius over himself and down.

Impossibly quick, Asher was up again, on top of Marius like a cat. Marius was facing down on the deck, and Asher was on his back, Marius’s head between his hands. He started bashing it against the deck’s wood.

“No!” I protested, a fresh wave of cramps turning it into a howl. Jorge turned his face into me so he wouldn’t see. I was left gasping as the wave passed, I hurt so badly I was dizzy, it made it hard to see or think—

“Stop! Everyone stop!” A new voice broke over the awful sound of their fighting. “I have a knife!”

There was a lull in the haze of pain. I blinked furiously, and things came into focus.

“Get off him!” someone commanded.

Rory. His voice broke as he shouted, and I could see him brandishing his weapon, the same knife he’d used to help me cut Asher free.

Asher paused, weighing his options. “Why are you still here, boy?” Marius tried to shake Asher off again, and I was relieved: It meant that Marius wasn’t dead yet.

Rory laughed harshly, at himself, and then pointed at Asher with his knife. “I was too scared to go alone. I should have been too scared to go with you!” He pointed again with the knife, this time, off to the left. “Take that raft—it’s one of those canister rafts you told me about. It’s yours. But let him live. He’s a good man. I don’t know what the fuck you are, but he’s a good man.”

Asher released his hold on Marius, and the prone man groaned. “Take care, sweetheart,” Jorge said, letting go of me and rounding Asher for Marius’s side.

Marius’s nose was broken, and he was stunned—he’d need help to get into the raft for sure, and who knew what kind of other concussion damage Asher’s violence had done—but he was able to stumble to a kneel. Rory gave his knife a warning shake in our direction, and then went to help Marius up.

No way in hell we’d be welcome on their boat.

“Get out of here. All of you,” Asher warned, like we were leaving them instead of the other way around. Jorge helped Rory pull Marius up to the side, and then they were over, down the Maraschino ’s hull to the lifeboat.

Asher’s face was bloody, his jaw swelling where Marius’s fist had hit. “It’s just us now. You and me.”

I nodded. Talking hurt. Everything hurt.

“I’m so sorry, Edie. I should have listened to you. We should have never gone on this trip.”

“S’okay,” I gasped out to stop him from blaming himself. We were past that. “S’go.”

“After all this you still want to spend time on a boat with me?” Asher said, his damaged face framed by the rising sun. The Shadows may have used us both, but they couldn’t change what we had together. I knew I loved him. White hot and pure. Strange, no strange, monster, and man.

I gasped as a new wave of cramps hit, tearing through the muscles of my abdomen like they were on fire. “You’re my only,” I whispered. I knew it didn’t make sense. I knew he’d know what I meant.

He pulled me to him and held me tight as I tried not to scream and wound up sobbing helplessly in pain and fear.

“Stay here, okay?” He set me down carefully. The sound of the ocean was higher now. He went over to the canister Rory’d left and pulled the cord.