The Lily Harper 8 Book Boxed Set

by HP Mallory

  Thanks, Alaire, I texted back clumsily. I’d had to whip Tallis so many times, the palms of my hands were red and blistered. Consequently, I’d wrapped my right hand, which suffered worse than my left, in the muslin after soaking it in cold water. It seemed the muslin was the only thing to relieve the stinging from my chafed and blistered skin.

  I daresay you are in the midst of your voyage to meet me at the gates of the Underground?

  Not exactly, I typed back, thinking he was probably going to have a big hissy fit once he read the rest of what I had to say. In fact, I’m running late. Really late.

  There was a ten-second delay before he responded. Explain.

  I heard myself sighing audibly as I faced the sleeping Tallis and suddenly wished he’d wake up so I could give him a clean bill of health and be on my way back to the Underground City. But that was just wishful thinking … The nature of the business which called me here requires me to stay for another day or so, which means I probably won’t be able to see you until Friday, or maybe even later.

  I shuddered as I awaited his reply because I knew Alaire was used to getting what he wanted and wouldn’t be a good sport when he didn’t.

  This will not do.

  I sighed again, frustration growing inside me. I really didn’t feel like justifying myself to Alaire at the moment. No, I was exhausted and my hands were still burning as if I’d just plunged them into boiling water. And my arms and my shoulders didn’t feel much better—my muscles ached after the numerous floggings I’d had to deliver. I probably needed my sleep as much as Tallis did. I’m not sure what you want me to do, I responded testily. Even if I were to leave at this exact moment, it would STILL take me four days to reach the gates of the Underground from here.

  You are in breach of our agreement, Ms. Harper, Alaire texted back almost immediately. I could detect the anger seeping through his terse words.

  My teeth began gritting of their own accord and even though I wanted to tell Alaire where he could shove it, I knew I couldn’t. Not while Alaire basically still held all the cards in the deck known as “Lily Harper’s Future.” I’m sorry, but it couldn’t be avoided. I decided to add an unhappy face emoticon, hoping it might make Alaire feel sorry for me.

  There was another long pause, and I wondered if maybe he was contacting Afterlife Enterprises to make sure I did get the infraction he’d promised to waive. As soon as that thought formed in my head, anxiety started brewing in my gut and I felt nauseous.

  Hello? Are you still there? I typed, suddenly scared to death that I had just earned my first infraction. One more and I’d be headed to Shade, where I’d have to stay for the next hundred years …

  Apologies for the delay, he replied as my heart continued to hammer in my chest. I have dispatched a guide to accompany you from your current location back to the gates of the Underground City.

  I exhaled a pent-up breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. So apparently Alaire hadn’t been on the line with Afterlife Enterprises, which meant I wasn’t in jeopardy of earning my first infraction! I could only hope … But that didn’t explain the guide he’d dispatched.

  Thanks for the guide (I think?), I texted back, my heart climbing up my throat. I was still too concerned about whether or not my neck was still on the line in the infraction department to even contemplate why Alaire would send me a guide in the first place.

  You are quite welcome.

  Then I thought I probably should inquire. So maybe I’m missing something, but I’m not sure why you’re sending me a guide?

  I must admit my reasons are selfish ones.

  His answer managed to clear up nothing so I decided to shelve the infraction-or-not subject for the present and, instead, pondered the subject of a guide. Selfish? What do you mean?

  Quite simple, really, he replied immediately. Your trip will be much shorter with someone who knows how to navigate the Dark Wood and knows how to do so extremely quickly. And a shorter trip means I will have the pleasure of your company sooner.

  I was lost as to how a guide could impact the length of my journey to the Underground City and decided to quiz Alaire on that topic. But how will a guide speed up a four-day journey to the gates of the Underground? I started, and then immediately added: And I’ll have to wait another four days for your guide to even get here, so I’m not sure why you think I’ll arrive any sooner than I would if I came on my own? Before he had the chance to answer, I typed: Speaking of, how in the world is your guide planning to find me?

  That was a barrage of questions, he texted back.

  I’m confused, I responded, with no amount of apology.

  Yes, that is quite obvious, Ms. Harper. I will do my best to enlighten you … I have located you via the satellite signal on your phone.

  I didn’t like knowing Alaire could pinpoint exactly where I was because I didn’t think Tallis would appreciate him knowing Tallis’s exact location. Glancing over at the sleeping giant, I thought to myself that it was time to move on. The last thing I wanted was to endanger Tallis anymore than he already was. And as far as his current level of danger, I sensed he was near the tail end of it. His color, respiration and overall health seemed to have improved substantially over the last day or so. Yes, I probably needed to get a move-on.

  As to your other questions, Alaire continued, the guide I am sending is a shade.

  When there were no follow-up texts on this point, I figured Alaire thought his statement was self-explanatory. Well, he might have, but I didn’t. So what does that mean?

  Instead of a return text, the phone rang. I didn’t have to wonder who it was. I answered the phone immediately, fearing the high-pitched ringing might wake up Tallis.

  “You do not know what a shade is, Ms. Harper?” Alaire demanded, his tone of voice sounding amused, yet condescending all at the same time.

  “Good morning to you too, Alaire,” I muttered, taking a deep breath. I tried to ready myself for dealing with the exasperating Leader of the Underground City. I much preferred to text him than talk to him over the phone. Texting was more impersonal; and where Alaire was concerned, impersonal was definitely the way to go. “It’s like a ghost, right?”

  “Quite similar.”

  Clearly, he wasn’t going to offer any other information, which meant I would have to dig. “Okay, so what does a ghost have to do with shortening my journey time?”

  “I said a shade was similar to a ghost,” he corrected me.

  “Okay,” I responded as I rolled my eyes. “What does a shade have to do with shortening my journey time?”

  “I am happy to tell you, Ms. Harper,” Alaire said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “A shade can move much more quickly than can a human.”

  “Well, that’s fine and good for the shade, but let me remind you that I’m not a shade or a ghost or a spirit or a wrath or a phantom or even an apparition, which means I move as quickly or probably less quickly than the average human,” I spat back with little humor.

  “A wraith, Ms. Harper,” Alaire responded in a patronizing tone that I was beginning to get used to.

  “What?” I barked, irritated that I wasn’t following him.

  “You mistakenly pronounced the word wrath when the true pronunciation is wraith.” Alaire chuckled and the sound caused shivers to race up and down my spine because it was completely void of warmth. The sound was as cold and hollow as the Underground City itself.

  “Ugh,” I grumbled. “Back to the point.”

  “The point, my dear Ms. Harper, is that the shade will take perhaps one day to reach you. Once she arrives, she will lead you back to the gates of my city via her own unique brand of travel.”

  “Then the shade is going to show me a shortcut?” I asked, just to make sure I understood him fully.

  “In a manner of speaking, Ms. Harper. I am not certain how better to illustrate the point.” I could hear the sarcasm dripping off his tongue and I wanted to reach through the phone and smack him.

  “M
aybe if you were clearer in your explanations in the first place, you wouldn’t have to make so many of them,” I responded flatly, not appreciating his comment.

  “Apologies, Ms. Harper,” Alaire said with another acidic laugh. “Now if you will excuse me, the Underground City cannot run itself. I am a busy man.”

  That was debatable, but I wasn’t about to say as much because I wanted nothing more than to get him off the phone. Any excuse was a good one, as far as I was concerned. “Okay.”

  “I look forward to seeing you Wednesday evening,” he finished just as the subject titled “Lily’s near brush with her first infraction” suddenly waved its ugly head.

  “Um, Alaire?” I started while wondering how to ask what I needed to know without offending him.

  “Yes?” he sounded interested.

  “Obviously, I won’t be able to meet you on Tuesday evening like we originally agreed,” I began and then paused as I tried to figure out how best to deliver the rest of my sentiment, “which means I’ll be late, and referring to your point earlier, I will be in breach of our agreement?”

  “Obviously, yes.”

  Hmm, if he had any idea where I was going with the conversation, it didn’t appear that he intended to make it easy on me. Not that I really expected him to … “So, um, are you still going to, uh, let me slide on that infraction?” I blurted the remainder of the sentence out in record time.

  “Perish your fears,” Alaire answered. The irony of his response was not lost on me, given he was the head of the Underground City, one entirely built on fears, but anyhoo … “I will fulfill my end of the bargain as long as you appear no later than Wednesday.”

  “Thanks,” I said, sighing my relief. “As long as your shade’s as quick and good as you seem to think she is, I’ll be there Wednesday with bells and whistles on.”

  “Very good, Ms. Harper,” Alaire said and I heard the sound of him tapping his fingernails against his desk which meant he was getting fidgety. “Until we meet again.”

  “Very good,” I repeated before hanging up the phone.

  ***

  I was walking through the Dark Wood all alone. The chill of the cold air caused goose bumps to bubble up and down my arms, but the darkness was the sole reason for my fear. I was surrounded by it, bathed in a pitch that obscured the horrible creatures who lived deep inside the forest. I could faintly recall following the glowing outline of the shade Alaire sent to me, but now, that shade was nowhere to be found. She’d simply vanished, leaving me alone in the darkness, alone in the haunted wood.

  Growing more frightened by the moment, I picked up my pace and started to speed-walk as I strained to see any sign of the glowing entity. Not finding her, I remembered Alaire telling me how shades were able to move more quickly than humans could.

  Maybe I’d been going too slow for her? Maybe she didn’t even realize I wasn’t still following her? I started to jog, being careful to avoid the various obstacles cluttering the forest floor—hulled out remains of fallen trees, carcasses of God only knew what, and the bleached bones of other unfortunate creatures. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest and my breath was coming in short gasps.

  I increased my speed until I was all-out running through the forest, searching for any sign of the shade. I heard the sounds of branches breaking under the weight of something to the right of me, but when I turned in that direction, I saw nothing except endless rows of dead and rotting trees, the knots in their trunks resembling angry, contorted faces.

  The echo of footsteps crunching the forest debris started up again, this time sounding even closer to me than the last time. I pivoted to my left and ran as fast as I could, feeling like something was chasing me, like something was right behind me …

  I woke up with a start and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I forcefully expelled the images of the haunted forest from my head, and had to remind myself more than once the entire thing had just been a bad dream.

  Glancing around, I recognized Tallis’s home immediately. When I’d dozed off, the sun was still high in the sky, but it was dark now, which meant I had to have been asleep for a while. I sat up and stifled a yawn just as I felt the heat from Tallis’s body directly behind me. It took me a second to remember that I’d briefly woken up a few hours ago because it was freezing. Rather than taking the time to build a fire, I’d opted to cuddle up next to him.

  “How loong have Ah been oot?”

  My heart flew into my throat as my nerves went on high alert at hearing Tallis’s voice behind me. I turned around immediately and brought my hand to my chest to try to calm my frantic heartbeat. Tallis didn’t seem to notice that he’d just scared the hell out of me as he pushed himself into a seated position. My sword was still held firmly in place against his chest by the rope I’d tied around his middle.

  “Tallis?” I asked, studying him with narrowed eyes as I wondered if he were truly himself, or if I would soon have another fight on my hands.

  “Aye,” he answered as he nodded his head. He looked like he was exhausted even though he’d been sleeping for days.

  “How … how are you feeling?” I asked, suddenly very uncomfortable with the fact that I’d been snuggled up beside him and from what I could tell, he might have been awake long enough to know.

  “Betta,” he answered as he glanced down at my sword where it lay against his chest. He fumbled with the knot and managed to untie it rather alarmingly quickly, freeing himself seconds later. He handed my sword back to me before looking at his legs, which were still bound together. He studied the ropes for a few seconds before facing me.

  “Impressive, lass,” he said and then reached down between his thighs as he began unfastening the bindings.

  “Um, how do I know you aren’t Donnchadh?” I asked, holding my sword in such a way that I could aim it at him in a quick second if the need arose. Yep, it was pretty disconcerting to find him in the process of freeing himself when I still wasn’t convinced he was the real Tallis.

  “Ah amnae Donnchadh,” he said, but didn’t bother looking at me. He released his legs and rubbed his calves, where the marks from the ropes were clearly defined in his skin. Maybe I’d tied them too tightly … Without another word, he pushed against the wall and stood up, wavering slightly. Even if he was unsteady on his feet, he still towered over me. And while that fact had never made me nervous before, it did now.

  “Are you sure you should be standing?” I asked and cleared my throat as I studied him, trying to ascertain if he really was Tallis.

  “Doona fooss ova meh, lass,” he replied in an irritated tone that definitely sounded like the old Tallis I’d come to know so well. “Ah am fine.” Then, without another word, he approached the fireplace and began building a fire with the firewood I’d hauled in from outside. In the reflection of the moonlight, which streamed through the windows, I could see that the wounds I’d inflicted on his back had already healed. “Whit happened?” he asked, not bothering to glance over his shoulder to look at me.

  “I was about to ask you the same question,” I said, taking a seat on his bed. I wished I didn’t feel so inept and awkward. Tallis just had a way about him that made me never feel comfortable. “When I found you here, you were drunk and your couch and a chair were broken.”

  He didn’t seem concerned over the loss of his furniture and simply shrugged, still not bothering to look at me or the contents of the room. “Last Ah remember, Ah came home frae the tavern an’ lost mahself in mah whiskey,” he said in a low voice. He lit a match on the moss he placed between the logs and a healthy fire erupted.

  “Yeah, you lost yourself in your whiskey, all right,” I answered with a frown. “When I found you, you were completely inebriated and completely out of your mind. Donnchadh had taken over your body.”

  Tallis nodded as if it were old news, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he blew on the fire, fanning it with his hand in order to give it more oxygen. Seconds later, a larger flame engulfed the entire stack o
f logs. Tallis watched the fire burn for another few seconds before he stood up. He turned around to face me, appearing even larger than I remembered. There was an expression on his face which I couldn’t read. “Did Ah hurt ye?” The way he asked the question showed no trace of remorse or anger. It was simply a question, requesting a “yes” or “no” answer.

  But the lack of emotion in the way he asked it made my throat suddenly tight. It was the type of question that should have been asked with some level of emotion. Instead, Tallis appeared as if he were wearing a mask of indifference, and the answer to the question held no consequence to him.

  “No, you, er, Donnchadh didn’t hurt me,” I replied, but then thinking I was letting him off the hook too easily, I added: “But he tried to.”

  Tallis nodded as if he couldn’t argue with my comment. That same poker face persisted in his features and, truth be told, it was beginning to irritate me. “Ah couldnae control him,” he announced as he focused on the palms of his hands, flexing and releasing his fingers as he watched them. “Ah knew ye were here an’ Ah wanted tae protect ye, lass, boot Ah couldnae.”

  “You didn’t have to. I protected myself,” I said with no amount of apology, suddenly very proud of that fact. I had protected myself, well, that is, with the help of my sword.

  “Ah imagined sooch was the case, given how ye’d tied meh oop,” he finished and his eyes met mine. They were back to their midnight blue. I could see the reflection of the fire as it danced along his pupils and gave him the look of a mystical being. “Ye are ah strong, capable lass,” he said in a deep voice, his eyes never leaving mine. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, but we also didn’t break eye contact. When Tallis spoke again, his voice was even deeper and coarser than before. “The strongest Ah’ve ever mit.”

  “Why did you leave us?” I barked, hearing my voice break as I asked the question. The expression on Tallis’s face told me he didn’t understand what I was asking. “Back at the tavern, on our return trip from the Underground City,” I started to clarify as my jaw tightened at the memory of the incident. “You just up and left Bill and me there … by ourselves.” I inhaled deeply. “I want to know why.”