by Nora Roberts
Kane cocked his head. “You interest me. You would debate, knowing who and what I am? Knowing I brought you here, behind the Curtain of Power, where you are no more than an ant to be flicked off a crumb? I could kill you with a thought.”
“Could you?” Deliberately, Jordan walked around the crystal coffin. He wouldnt have even the reflection of Dana between them. “Why havent you? Maybe its because you prefer bullying and abusing women. Its a different matter, isnt it, when you face a man?”
The blow knocked him back ten feet. He tasted blood in his mouth, and spat it out onto the crushed flowers before he got to his feet. There was more than power on Kanes face, he noted. There was fury. And where there was anger, there was weakness.
“Smoke and mirrors. But you havent got the guts to fight like a man. With fists. One round, you son of a bitch. One round, my way.”
“Your way? You have no terms here. And you will know pain.”
It gripped his chest, icy claws with razor tips. The unspeakable agony dropped him to his knees and ripped a cry from his throat that he couldnt suppress.
“Beg.” Pleasure purred into Kanes voice. “Beg for mercy. Crawl for it.”
With what strength he had left, Jordan lifted his head, stared straight into Kanes eyes. “Kiss my—”
His vision dimmed. He heard shouting over the roaring in his ears, felt a flood of warmth over the hideous cold.
And the fury of Kanes voice seemed to scream through his mind: “I am not finished!”
Jordan fell into unconsciousness.
* * *
“JORDAN! Oh, God, oh, God, Jordan, come back.”
He thought perhaps he was on a boat, one that rocked fitfully in the sea. He might have drowned, he supposed. His chest was on fire, his head dull and throbbing. But someone was bringing him back, pressing warm lips to his. Dragging him back to life whether he liked it or not.
But why the hell was a dog barking like a maniac out in the open sea?
He blinked his eyes open and stared up at Dana.
Though pale as glass, she was a welcome sight. She was running a trembling hand over his face, pushing it through his hair as she clamped her arms around him and rocked.
Outside the closed bedroom door, Moe barked and threw himself against the wood.
“What the hell?” he managed and stared dully when she began to laugh.
“Youre back. Okay, youre back.” Hysteria was trying to bubble and brew in her chest. “Your mouths bleeding. Your mouths bleeding, and your chest, and youre—youre so cold.”
“Give me a minute.” He didnt try to move, not yet, as hed already discovered that just turning his head brought on a hideous wave of pain and nausea.
But what he could see was a blessed relief. He was in
Danas bedroom, sprawled on the bed, mostly over her lap, while she clutched him to her breast as she might a nursing baby.
If he didnt feel as though hed been run over by a truck, it wouldnt have been half bad.
“I was dreaming.”
“No.” She pressed her cheek to his. “No, you werent.”
“At first… or maybe not. Stretch, you got any whiskey around here? I need a shot.”
“Ive got a bottle of Paddys.”
“Ill give you a thousand dollars for three fingers of Paddys.”
“Sold.” Her laugh was too close to a sob for comfort. “Here, just lie down. Ill get it. You need to cover up, youre shaking.”
She hauled the covers over him, tucked him up like a bug in a cocoon. “Oh, Jesus God.” She shook herself as she dropped her forehead to his.
“Two thousand if you get it here within the next forty-five seconds.”
She fled the room, and Jordan figured he couldnt be in such bad shape if he could still appreciate the beauty of a naked Dana on the run.
An instant later Moe leaped on the bed and tripled every ache in his body. He started to curse, then settled for a sigh as the dog growled low, sniffed all around the bedcovers, then slurped Jordans face.
“Yeah, thatll teach us to boot you out of the bedroom just because we want to have sex in private.”
Moe whined, bumped Jordans shoulder with his nose, then turned three ungainly circles and settled down at his side.
Dana sprinted back, a bottle in one hand, a glass in the other. After pouring considerably more than three fingers of whiskey, she hooked an arm behind his head and lifted the glass to his lips.
“Thanks. I can handle it from here.”
“Okay.” Still, she eased him gently back against the pillows before lifting the bottle again and taking a long pull straight from it herself.
She imagined the heat of it hit Jordans belly just as shockingly as it did hers. Steadier, she went to the closet and pulled out a robe.
“Do you have to put that on? I like looking at you.”
She didnt want to tell him her skin felt as if it had been rubbed with ice. “We shouldnt have locked the dog out of the room.”
“Yeah, Moe and I were just discussing that.” He laid his hand on Moes wide back. “Is he what woke you?”
“Him, and your screaming.” She shuddered once, then sat on the side of the bed. “Jordan, your chest.”
“What?” He looked down at himself as she eased the covers aside. There were five distinct grooves, like a talon pattern, over his heart. They were shallow, he noted, and thanked God for it. But they bled sluggishly and were viciously painful.
“Im messing up your sheets.”
“Theyll wash.” She had to swallow, hard. “Id better take care of those cuts. While Im at it, you can tell me what the hell he did to you.“
She went into the bathroom for antiseptic and bandages, then just braced her hands on the sink and ordered herself to breathe until she could manage it without feeling like she was sucking razor blades into her throat.
She knew what fear was now. Shed felt it when the storm had ripped over the island and the black sea had rushed to take her. But even that, she realized, even that bone-deep terror, had been a shadow of what shed gone through when the shocked agony of Jordans scream had torn her out of sleep.
She fought back her tears. They were a useless indulgence when action was needed. Instead, she gathered what she needed and went back in to tend his wounds.
“I brought you some aspirin. I dont have anything stronger.”
“Thatll work. Thanks.” He downed three with the water she offered. “Look, I can handle this. I remember you dont do well with blood.”
“I wont be a baby if you wont.” Ignoring the queasiness, she sat down to mop him up. “Talk to me, and Im less likely to pitch over in a faint. What happened, Jordan? Where did he take you?”
“I started out somewhere else. I cant quite pull it back, so maybe I was dreaming. I was walking. It was dark, but with a full moon. I think it mightve been up at the Peak. I cant remember for sure. Its hazy.”
“Keep going.” She concentrated on his voice, on the words. On anything but the way the cloth she was using reddened as she pressed it against the cuts.
“Next thing I knew, it was broad daylight. It was… sort of the way I always imagined the transporter in Star Trek works. Instant and disorienting.”
“It wouldnt be my favorite mode of transportation.”
“Are you kidding? Its got to beat the hell out of… Christ on a crutch!”
“I know. Im sorry.” But she gritted her teeth and continued to swab the disinfectant over the cuts. “Keep talking. Well get through this.”
Alarmed, Moe deserted the field by slinking off the bed and crawling under it.
Jordan did his best to breathe through the pain. “The Curtain of Power. I was behind it,” he said and told her.
“You provoked him? Deliberately?” She sat back, all the interest and concern on her face shifting into irritated impatience. “Do you have to be such a man?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. Added to that, he was going to do whatever he was going to do. Why shouldnt I get a couple
of swings in first, even if they were only verbal?”
“Oh, I dont know. Let me think.” Sarcasm dripping from each word, she tapped a finger to the side of her head. “Maybe because… hes a god.”
“Andyoudve stood there, of course, hands folded, having a polite conversation?”
“I dont know.” She blew out a breath and finished the bandaging. “Probably not.” Deciding that shed done her best, she bent over and dropped her head between her knees. “I dont ever want to have to do that again.”
“That makes two of us.” Stiff, still achy, he turned so he could run his hand up and down her back. “I appreciate it.”
She managed what passed for a nod. “Tell me the rest.“
“You just cleaned and bandaged the rest. Whatever he did felt just the way this looks. Actually, it felt considerably worse.”
“You screamed.”
“Do you have to keep saying that? Its embarrassing.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I screamed, too. I woke up and you were—it looked like you were having a convulsion. You were dead white, bleeding, shaking. I didnt know what the hell to do. I guess I panicked. I grabbed you, started shouting. You went limp. Almost as soon as I touched you, you went limp. I thought—for a minute I thought you were dead.”
“I heard you.”
She stayed where she was another moment, fighting back tears again. “When?”
“After I hit the dirt the second time. I heard you calling for me, and it was like getting sucked back into the old transporter. I heard him, too, right as I was fading out. I heard him, but more inside my head: „Im not finished, he said. „I am not finished. And he was royally pissed. He couldnt keep me there. He wasnt done with me, but he couldnt keep me there.”
“Why?”
“You woke up.” Reaching out, Jordan ran his fingers over her cheek. “You called me. You touched me, and that brought me out.”
“Human contact?”
“Maybe as simple as that,” he agreed. “Maybe just that simple—when the humans are connected.”
“But why you?” She picked up the cloth and dabbed at the cut on his lip. “Why did he take you behind the Curtain?”
“Thats something we have to figure out. When we do—ouch, Dana.”
“Sorry.”
“When we do,” he repeated as he nudged her hand away, “well have more of the pieces for this particular puzzle.”
* * *
SIMPLE or complex, Dana needed answers. With Moe hanging his head blissfully out the passenger window, she drove to Warriors Peak to get them. Research and speculation were one thing, but her lovers blood had been shed. Now she wanted cold, hard facts.
The trees were still bright, and their color splashed across a dull gray sky layered with sulky clouds. But more leaves littered the road and the floor of the forest.
Already past their peak, she thought. Time was moving forward, and her four weeks were down to two.
What did she think? What did she know? She ran through everything that came to mind as she drove the last miles and then through the gates.
Rowena was in the front garden, gathering some of the last of the fall blooms. She wore a thick sweater of deep blue speckled with dull gold, and to Danas surprise, well-worn jeans and scuffed boots.
Her hair was tied back and rained in a sleek tail between her shoulder blades.
The country goddess in her garden, Dana thought, and imagined Malory would see it as a painting.
Rowena lifted a hand in a wave, then a smile lit up her face as she spotted Moe.
“Welcome.” She ran to the car as Dana parked, opened the door for the exuberant Moe. “Theres my handsome boy!” Her laugh rang out as Moe leaped up to kiss her face. “I was hoping youd pay me a visit.”
“Me or Moe?”
“Both are a delightful surprise. Why, whats this?” She put her hand behind her back, then brought it out again. She held out a huge Milk Bone that caused Moe to moan with pleasure. “Yes, it certainly is for you. Now if youll sit and shake hands like a gentleman…”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Moe plopped his butt on the ground, lifted his paw. They exchanged a shake, a long look of mutual admiration. He nipped the treat delicately out of her fingers, then sprawled at her feet to chomp it to bits.
“Is it a Dr. Doolittle thing?” Dana wondered, and got a puzzled glance from Rowena.
“Im sorry?”
“You know. Talking to the animals.”
“Ah. Lets say… in a manner of speaking. And what can I offer you?” she asked Dana. “Answers.”
“So sober, so serious. And so attractive this morning. What a wonderful outfit. You have such a smart collection of jackets,” Rowena commented as she ran a finger down the sleeve of the dullgold tapestry fabric. “I covet them.”
“I imagine you can whip one up just as easy as you did that dog biscuit.”
“Ah, but that would take the fun, and the adventure, out of shopping, wouldnt it? Would you like to come in? Well have some tea by the fire.”
“No, thanks. I dont have a lot of time. Were settling on our property early this afternoon, so Im going to have to start back pretty directly. Rowena, there are some things I need to know.”
“Ill tell you what I can. Why dont we walk? Rains coming,” she added, casting a look at the sky. “But not for a bit. I like the heavy, anticipatory feel to the air before a rain.”
Since Moe had made short work of the Milk Bone, Rowena opened her hand and revealed a bright red rubber ball. She threw it over the lawn toward the woods.
“I should warn you, Moe will expect you to keep throwing that for him for the next three or four years.”
“Theres nothing quite so perfect as a dog.” Rowena tucked her arm companionably in Danas and began to walk. “A comfort, a friend, a warrior, an amusement. They only ask that we love them.”
“Why dont you have one?”
“Ah, well.” With a sad smile, Rowena patted Danas hand, then bent down to pick up the ball Moe dropped at her feet. She ruffled his fur, then flung the ball for him to chase.
“You cant.” The realization struck, had Dana tapping her fingers to her temple. “Duh. I dont mean you couldnt, but realistically… A dogs life span is woefully shorter than that of your average mortal.”
“She remembered what Jordan had said about them being alone, about their immortality on this plane being curse rather than gift.
“When you factor in the spectacular longevity of someone like you, and the finite life span of your average mutt, thats a problem.”
“Yes. I had dogs. At home, they were one of my great pleasures.”
She picked up the ball, already covered with teeth marks and dog spit, in her elegant hand and threw it for the tireless Moe.
“When we were turned out, I needed to believe that we would do what needed to be done and return. Soon. I pined for many things of home, and comforted myself with a dog. A wolfhound was my first. Oh, he was so handsome and brave and loyal. Ten years.”
She sighed, and skirted along the edge of the woods. “He was mine for ten years. The snap of a finger. There are things we cant change, that are denied to us while we live here. I cant extend a creatures life beyond its thread. Not even that of a beloved dog.”
She scooped the ball up for Moe, threw it in another direction.
“I had a dog when I was a kid.” Like Rowena, Dana watched Moe streak after the ball as if it were the first time. “Well, it was my dads dog, really. He got her the year before I was born, so I grew up with her. She died when I was eleven. I cried for three days.”
“So you know what it is.” Rowena smiled a little as Moe pranced back, doing a full-body wag with the rubber ball wedged in his mourn like an apple. “I grieved, and I swore I wouldnt indulge myself again. But I did. Many times. Until I had to accept that my heart would simply break if I had to go through the death of another I loved so much, after so short a time. So, Im so pleased…”
> She bent down to catch Moes face in her hands. “And so grateful that you brought the handsome Moe to visit me.”
“Its not all its cracked up to be, is it? Power, immortality?”
“Nothing is without pain or loss or price. Is this what you wanted to know?”
“Part of it. There are limitations, at least when youre here. And Kane has limitations when hes here. Limitations when he deals with something from our world. Is that right?”
“Thats a fine deduction. You are creatures of free will. Thats as it must be. He can lure, he can lie, he can deceive. But he cannot force.”
“Can he kill?”
Rowena threw the ball again, farther this time to give Moe a longer chase. “Youre not speaking of war or of defense, of protection of innocents or loved ones. The penalty for taking the life of a mortal is so fierce I cant believe that even he would risk it.”
“The end of existence,” Dana supplied. “Ive done my research. Not death, not the passing through to the next life, but an end.”
“Even gods have fears. That is one. More is the stripping of power, the prison between worlds that allows entry to none. This he would risk.”
“He tried to kill Jordan.”
Rowena whirled, gripped Danas arm. “Tell me. Exactly.”
She related everything that had happened in the middle of the night.
“He took him behind the Curtain?” Rowena asked. “And there shed his blood?”
“Ill say.”
She began to pace, her movements so fretful that Moe sat quietly holding the tooth-pocked ball in his mouth.
“Even now were not permitted to see, to know . They were alone, you say? There was no one else about?”
“Jordan said something about a deer.”
“A deer.” Rowena went very still. “What sort of deer? What did it look like?”
“It looked like a deer.” Dana lifted her hands. “Except I guess it was the sort youd expect to find in places where the flowers look like rubies and so on. He said it was gold and had a silver rack.”
“It was a buck, then.”
“Yes. And, oh, yeah, it had a collar, a jeweled collar.”
“Its possible,” she whispered. “But what does it mean?”
“You tell me.”