Demons Forever (Peachville High Demons #6)

by Sarra Cannon

  She cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at me.

  "What's happened Princess?" she asked. "You wouldn't be down here wearing that crown and that blood if something terrible hadn't happened."

  My hands began to tremble. I took a step back and clutched my skirt in my fists. "Don't you already know? My sister has been kidnapped," I said. "Where did she take her? Do you know what she plans to do with her?"

  The witch moved with cat-like grace as she approached the limits of her cell. "I never knew you had a sister," she said. "This was not one of dear Gregory's precious secrets, but I'm glad to hear my priestess has discovered it. Maybe now you will understand some of what I felt when you took my sister from me."

  "Tell me where Priestess Winter would have taken her," I demanded.

  "She plans to make her a bird, perhaps? Trapped in a cage with no song to sing."

  She laughed at her own humor, but I didn't understand. A bird? What was she talking about?

  "Give me a real answer," I said. I tried to sound confident, but fear caused my voice to falter. "Where is she?"

  The witch made a popping sound with her tongue. "Maybe she's with my sister," she said. "In heaven."

  "No." I shook my head, refusing to believe it. "If she wanted her dead, she would have just killed her. Why take her prisoner unless she has some other use for her?"

  "Bait, perhaps?" She scratched behind her ear. "Fishing for a demon princess. When I didn't come home and lay you on her doorstep, she must have moved on to plan B."

  I placed a hand on my stomach, ill at the thought. "She sent you to capture me," I said, sorting through my thoughts. "And when you didn't come back, she knew you'd either been killed or taken captive. So she took my sister, knowing I'd come after her."

  The witch raised an eyebrow at me. "It isn't that hard to figure out, is it?"

  "If I give myself up, would she release my sister? Would she let her live?" I asked, stepping forward again, hands on the bars.

  She laughed, low and deep. "You act as if Priestess Winter has a beating heart," she said. Her emerald eyes met mine. "You took something precious to her, so she repaid the favor. What else did you expect? Trust me, Priestess Winter has a cold stone where her heart should be. Or didn't you know? She didn't even allow me a day to mourn my sister's death before she sent me back after you."

  I looked away. Those eyes sent chills through me.

  Priestess Winter was never going to let my sister go. Just like she was never going to let me go.

  "I'm going after her," I said, my mind made up. "You might as well tell me where she is. If it's really a trap, you won't mind sending me in the right direction."

  The witch growled and slinked back toward her straw mat. She curled up the way I'd found her. "She's at Winterhaven," she said. "I'm sure they'll be expecting you."

  I released the cold bars and stepped away.

  Winterhaven. The Winter's home in Washington D.C. In order to save my sister, I would have to go right to the source. I would have to face an impossible enemy.

  I walked away from the tiger witch's cell with a heavy heart.

  Jackson and I had planned to make our choice after the dance, but now the choice had been made for us. It was time to go home.

  She'll Never Stop

  Jackson turned as I entered my chambers.

  "Where have you been?" he asked. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

  Early morning light streamed in through the golden curtains. Jackson stood near the archway. He still wore his tuxedo from the night before. His bow-tie lay undone across his neck and the first several buttons of his shirt were loose. His hair was messed up, as if he had run his hand through it a thousand times.

  "I went to see the witch in the dungeons," I said. "How is Coach King? Is he going to survive?"

  Jackson rubbed the back of his neck. "It doesn't look good," he said. "He's been asking to see you."

  My lips parted. "He has?" I asked. I looked down at my dress. Blood and dirt caked the bottom of the skirt. "Should I go now? Is he awake?"

  "He was asleep when I left," Jackson said. "But you don't want to wait too long. I don't think he'll survive for more than a day or two. Priestess Winter's daughter really did a number on him."

  My heart skipped a beat. "Zara?"

  Jackson's eyes met mine and he shook his head. "No," he said. "Of course not Zara. He said she was there but that it was her oldest sister, Selene, that stabbed him with one of their ritual knives."

  I sat down on the edge of the bed, my legs wobbly. "I can't believe this is happening."

  Jackson sat next to me and put his hand gently on my leg. "Did you find out anything from the witch?"

  I reached up and unfastened the crown from my head. It had grown heavy over the past twelve hours. I took it off and held it in my lap, the gemstones glittering in the dim light. "Priestess Winter knows about me being half-demon. She knows I'm the king's daughter. She knows everything," I said. "She sent the tiger witch here to try to capture me, but when she never showed up back in the human world, Priestess Winter moved on to my sister. She knows I'll try to save her."

  Jackson ran his hand through his hair. "So it's a trap."

  "It seems that way," I said. "And a good one too."

  "What do you want to do?" His gorgeous green eyes searched mine. "I'm with you no matter what you decide."

  I placed my hand on top of his. The warmth of his skin felt so good after being in the cold dungeon air. "How could I possibly turn my back on my sister?" I asked.

  Without warning, the wave of emotions I'd been holding back overflowed and gushed forth from me. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I set the crown on the bed and stood just as Jackson threw his arms around me. He hugged me tight to his body as sobs stole my breath.

  "I'm so sorry," he said. "We'll go after her. We'll get her back."

  I nodded, my tears soaking into his collar. "We'll save my sister and then we'll save Aerden," I said. "The Order has to be stopped, Jackson. Priestess Winter has to be stopped. Now that she knows about me, she'll never stop until she has control of my power."

  "We'll stop her together," he said. He held my shoulders and pulled back so that we could see each other's eyes. "We need a good plan. Your father's right about this being an impossible enemy. We won't win with force alone. We have to be smart."

  The door to my room burst open and Tuli rushed in. She glanced at Jackson and ducked her head. "I am so sorry to interrupt, but you need to come soon Princess," she said. She lifted her eyes and they were filled with sorrow and fear. "Roan, your sister's guardian, has taken a turn for the worst. He is in a great deal of pain, Princess, and he is asking to speak to you alone. I believe he is holding on until he sees you."

  I wiped the tears from my face and nodded, a twinge of pain and sorrow tightening my chest. "Show me the way," I said.

  With a heavy heart, I followed her toward the healing rooms, knowing these would be the last moments of Coach King's life.

  Zara's Gift

  The smell of death hung in the air.

  Coach King lay on a bed in the center of the room. He was covered with a blanket all the way up to his chin. His body shivered beneath it. I pulled another blanket from a stack near the door and laid it carefully over his body.

  The coach opened his eyes to a slit. When he saw my face, his lower lip trembled and a tear fell across his temple and disappeared into the pillow beneath his head.

  "She loved you so much." His voice was made of gravel and sand. "From the minute you first arrived in Peachville and she realized who you were, she never stopped talking about you."

  He spoke of her as if she were already lost to us forever.

  "I'm going to get her back." I sat down on a small wooden chair beside the bed. "They won't kill her as long as they think they can use her to get to me."

  He cleared his throat, then winced. His knees and shoulders lifted slightly as he scrunched his injured middle together. Fina
lly, he relaxed again. "She wouldn't want you to come after her," he said. "She'd never forgive herself if anything happened to you."

  "Don't worry about that now," I said. "You need to rest."

  He turned his head to me and pulled one arm from under the blanket. He clasped my hand tight. "I have to tell you something before it's too late," he said. His eyes darted toward the cabinet in the far corner. "My jacket. The one I was wearing when I got here. I think it's in the cabinet. Can you get it for me?"

  I stood and walked over to the cabinet. Inside, his blood-stained letterman jacket hung on a metal peg. I lifted it out and brought it over to him, confused as to why this jacket could be so important to him now.

  "In the pocket," he said.

  I dug into each pocket until finally, in one of the inside pockets, I found a folded piece of paper.

  I held it out to him. "Is this what you want?"

  He nodded. "Open it."

  He pressed his head back against his pillow, his body going stick straight as a wave of pain washed over him. He reached out for my hand and gripped it hard.

  When it had passed, I carefully unfolded the paper, breathless to see what was so important. Drawn with perfect precision was a picture of a crystal butterfly made of diamonds and blue stones. It looked so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it.

  "Where did you get this?" I asked.

  "When the Winters came to my home, they were all there. The priestess and her three daughters," he said. "The youngest one, Zara, came up to me just as the others were pulling my wife from the house. She stuffed this into my pocket and told me I had to hold on until I could bring this to you. That you would remember her gift. She said it was the key to saving your sister."

  A slow breath filled my lungs as I drew a hand to my lips. Zara's gift. I could see it now as clear as day. A small white box given to me after the Heritage ritual in the basement of Winterhaven. The butterfly had a bobby pin attached so I could wear it in my hair, but I'd never actually had a chance to.

  She never even hinted that the butterfly had any kind of special power.

  "Did she say anything else?" I asked. "Did she tell you how it would help me?"

  He swallowed hard and shook his head. "She only had the briefest moment to talk to me," he said. "Her sister told her to finish me off, but she let me live so I could give you this message. That's all I know."

  His face contorted and he cried out.

  I cringed and wished I could do something to help him. I had completely misunderstood him all this time. After everything that had happened with Tori and some of the other cheerleaders, I'd thought he was one of the bad guys. How could I have known he was a demon charged with guarding my sister?

  I looked at him with fresh eyes. It had all been an act this whole time. A distraction to hide his true identity, perhaps. He had sacrificed his own life to protect my sister.

  A debt I knew I would never be able to repay.

  A bright red stain bloomed in the middle of the blanket that covered him. He clenched his teeth tight and shut his eyes. I stood and ran into the hallway to find a healer, but it was no use.

  By the time I turned around, Coach King was gone.

  The First Breath

  I returned to my room, exhausted and heartbroken.

  I ran a bath, getting the water as hot as it would go. I stepped out of my ruined ballgown and took all the pins from my hair, letting the waves fall across my shoulders and down my back.

  The image of Coach King's dead body lingered in my memory. I had never seen a demon die. In a way, it had been beautiful. When his body had gone still, a white mist lifted from it and a white light formed. It wasn't a blaring kind of light that would make your eyes burn, but it wasn't exactly dim either. I'd never seen anything like it.

  His spirit hovered there for a moment, then shimmered and filled with color. A soul passing into what the demons called the Afterworld. Here in the shadow world, a demon's passing was usually of their own choosing. A way to move on and make room for the next generation. Roan, my father's friend and my sister's guardian, had not had a chance to choose his passing.

  After a moment, only his body remained, his spirit gone from this place.

  What would happen when I died? Would my spirit be lifted from me as a shimmering light?

  I descended into the bath, letting it burn my skin.

  I needed to wash away the stench of the dungeons and the memory of dried blood.

  I closed my eyes and sank beneath the water. I let it surround me, welcoming the pain. I wanted to feel something. To ache on the outside as much as I did on the inside.

  I was done with feeling numb. I was finished with patience and waiting. Now was the time for action.

  I shed my fears and my doubts there in the water. I stripped away thoughts of impossible enemies and let the potential for defeat dissolve into nothingness.

  When my lungs screamed for air, I finally rose and gulped it in. The first breath of a new life. A renewed purpose.

  The Order had my sister. My flesh and blood.

  And I was going to get her back.

  Worth Dying For

  My father sat on the throne, his head resting in his hands.

  I took a deep breath and walked over to him. He was obviously grieving, but I had no idea how to comfort him. "I'm sorry about your friend," I said, not sure what else I could say.

  "I couldn't save him," he said. "All this power to heal and it still wasn't enough against those witches. In the human world, the metal from the ritual daggers becomes like a fast-working poison. By the time he got here, it was already too late. I couldn't save him without sacrificing myself."

  I wanted to give him time to mourn, but we didn't have that luxury. "What do we do now?"

  He looked up and searched my face. His shoulders slumped. "You want to go after her." He said it as a fact and not a question.

  "Don't you?" I asked. "She's your daughter."

  "It's not that simple," he said.

  "Why not?" I took another step forward. "Why can't it be that simple?"

  He sighed and gripped the throne. "I thought I made it clear to you what kind of enemy we're facing here," he said. "Once someone has been taken by the Order, they're as good as dead, Harper. There's nothing we can do for her now."

  Heat flared in my chest. "So we leave her there to be tortured and killed while we sit here in our safe little cocoon waiting for the Order to find another way inside?" I shook my head. "I can't do that."

  The king stood. "You have to let her go," he said, his voice booming. "I command it."

  I raised my eyebrows. "I am not under your command," I said. "I've been on my own my entire life, making my own decisions. I may not have always made the best choices, but I'm still alive so I can't be doing too bad."

  My father clenched his jaw and turned away.

  "The Order almost killed me," I said. The truth hit me, nearly taking my breath away. "You may not have known their exact plans, but you knew they had captured me. You made the same choice then that you're making now, didn't you? You could have come for me."

  "I wanted to," he said.

  "Then why didn't you?" My lower lip trembled, and I pressed it tight to make it stop.

  He turned back to me. "I've known many demons who tried to save their loved ones from the Order," he said. "Every single one of them is dead now."

  "That's not a good enough reason to stop trying," I said. "Look at Jackson. He went after his brother and is still alive."

  "And where is his brother?" The king formed a tight fist. "Is he free? No, he's still held captive by the same town that took him a hundred years ago."

  "Yes, but as long as he's alive, there's hope," I said. "And what about me? I would have died that day if Jackson and Mary Anne and Lea hadn't come for me. They took a chance against the Order and they saved my life."

  His shoulders tensed. "They got lucky," he said. "Besides, they only had to hold off the Order for a few
seconds while they pulled you through the portal. They didn't have to fight an entire coven."

  "The point is they risked everything and we all lived," I said. "They had a plan and they were smart. They didn't underestimate the Order. They went in with their eyes wide open, knowing they didn't have the power to stand and fight. If we go in with a solid plan, we could save her. I know we could."

  "Don't be foolish," he said. He stepped toward me and grabbed my shoulders. "If you go there, you'll die and I'll have lost both my daughters. Priestess Winter, she's different. She's powerful beyond reason. All of the priestesses of the High Council are like this. They shouldn't be capable of such enormous power, but somehow they are stronger than an entire army of demons."

  "Come with me," I said. "Together, we can beat Priestess Winter. Everyone has a weakness. She has to have something we can use against her. Once she's out of the way, we can reverse the portal binding spell and free the demons who are still alive. And if we can free Peachville, we can free everyone. We could change everything."

  Tears formed in my father's silver eyes. He shook his head and pushed me away. "Going after the Order is a death wish," he said. "The best we can do is try to defend our homeland. I have a duty here to my people."

  "You have a duty to your family," I said, my voice cracking slightly.

  "If you go, I won't come after you." His jaw formed a hard line. "If you leave the safety of this dome, you're on your own."

  I shook my head. "No. You're wrong. I'll have Jackson and my friends."

  "Harper, you're going to get them all killed. Can't you see that?" he shouted.

  "What I see is a king who has lived so long, he's forgotten that some things are worth dying for."

  I turned on my heel and walked out, refusing to allow a single tear to touch my cheek.

  The Path Chosen

  Anger fueled my footsteps. I didn't even know where I was headed until I found myself standing in front of the door leading to the soldiers' quarters. My heart pounded. I knew women weren't typically allowed down here, but what good was being a princess if I couldn't break a few rules?