Illusion

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

  He shrugged helplessly. "The last person who had it was your mother. The goddess Apollymi gave it to her to celebrate your birth."

  Scowling, Kody searched her memory for such a piece. Her mother had worn very little jewelry. Only the necklace that bore her father's emblem and the sapphire wedding ring he'd given her in ancient Greece. "I've never seen it. Are you sure about that?"

  "Positive. I saw it on her myself, on several occasions."

  How weird that she had no recollection of this particular necklace at all. Especially since it had passed through the hands of three people she knew extremely well.

  Suriyel growled angrily. "Sraosha or one of the others must have found it somehow or stolen it, and used it on the weakened Malachai. It's the only thing that makes sense."

  A weird chill skipped down her back as a thought struck her. "Would it have worked had Nick been at full strength?"

  Adidiron laughed aloud. "Uh, no. At full strength, it would have been like throwing a grenade into a gas plant. As a descendant of Apollymi, the Malachai would have absorbed her powers and Rezar's out of it. But because his powers were bound to the point he was human..."

  "It allowed them to pull him apart," she finished for him.

  "Exactly."

  She really wanted to beat herself for the stupidity of her actions. It'd seemed so logical to bind Nick's powers so that those hunting him wouldn't be able to use his powers to locate him. To keep him from using them and accidentally harming himself or others.

  But in the end, it'd been the worst solution.

  Let it go. It was useless to continue reliving the event and beating herself up over it. There was no way to change what had already been done. She needed her full attention on finding another solution. One that might actually work.

  "How do I locate the stone?" she asked them.

  Adidiron shook his head. "No idea."

  Sighing, she patted Adidiron's cheek. "You really don't believe in making my job easy, do you?"

  "Where's the fun in that?"

  She laughed bitterly. "Can I ask one favor?"

  "Feel free to ask, but the answer might be no."

  Of course it might. There were times when they really made her want to throw her hands up and cower in a corner. "Can you get Simi into this dimension to help us?"

  "Simi? The Charonte?" He scowled. "Why?"

  "Because if the stone belonged to Apollymi, my little horned cousin will know it and she'll be able to sniff it out like a blood-demon. It's a sparkly yum-yum, after all." And there was nothing Simi loved more than sparkly yum-yums.

  Suriyel and Adidiron exchanged a look she couldn't quite discern.

  "We will try," Suriyel said after a pause. "But Simi has to agree to do it. We can't cross dimensions with her if she fights us."

  That was a major understatement. No one, other than Acheron, made Simi do anything she didn't want to do.

  Well, except for Simi's husband. For some reason, he'd always had more control over her than Acheron did. Something her father had told her had both irritated and amused Acheron.

  Kody had always found it charming, and that made her miss her aunt and uncle all the more.

  Please let Simi come here. Simi would make this task much easier. At least for Kody. For the ones sent to ask Simi to join her for the fight ...

  "Word of advice," Kody said to the men. "If Simi breaks out her barbecue sauce, run."

  Suriyel snorted. "Thanks."

  "Any time, sport." Kody bit her lip as she scanned the faces of her coconspirators. By going against Sraosha and saving her from the guillotine, they had all committed treason against their brethren. If she failed, they would pay a steep price for it.

  Adidiron gently took her arm. "Remember, Sraosha and the others will be searching for both of you. Every time you use your powers outside of this shelter, they will know it. We do have several spies among his army, but don't count on them to be able to rescue you if you're found again."

  "I understand." She was used to being on her own.

  In both lifetimes.

  Suriyel inclined his head to her. "Keep Nick alive."

  "I'll do my best, but we have only two days to finish this before the usumgallu unites and they march on the world. With or without their general."

  "Yeah, we know. Thorn is already gathering his forces here."

  Kody shivered. "Is Cadegan with him?"

  "Who?" Suriyel asked.

  "Cadegan. He was once Thorn's right hand. At least in my world."

  One by one, they all shook their heads. "We don't know that name."

  Strange, but she would go with it. Though it didn't happen often, there were a number of supernatural beings she knew that they didn't. Mostly ones who didn't interact with the human world any more than they had to.

  And that definitely described the two of them. Thorn and Cadegan together had been an invincible team. Honestly, she was more than happy to not face their united strength in a fight here. She and Nick had enough against them already.

  "Good luck with Simi," she breathed to them, then teleported back to Acheron's house.

  Kody had barely appeared in his office before she saw Acheron staring at an old photo with a longing in his eyes that was heart-wrenching. She knew that aching loss firsthand and it reeked.

  The woman in the photo was his daughter, Katra, who was holding two children Kody assumed to be the Simi and Ash Nick had spoken about. But the man in that photo was definitely not the same as the Sumerian god Katra had married in Kody's world. The love Acheron bore for his daughter and grandchildren, though, was every bit as potent.

  "Acheron?"

  Clearing his throat, he turned slightly toward her and put the photo out of sight. "Did you learn anything helpful?"

  "Yes and no. It's as I suspected. My boss wants Nick dead."

  Acheron snorted. "Having spent time with him, I can well understand his motivation."

  Kody tsked at him, but didn't comment on that. "They told me about a Magus Stone. Have you ever heard of it?"

  He put his hands in his jacket pocket. "Vaguely. It's a legend about the first war of the gods and one of them threw down a bit of the sun at another one. Or something like that. Honestly, I never paid those stories much attention."

  "Does the stone exist in this realm?"

  He shrugged. "If it did, it went missing a long time ago."

  Of course it did. Because nothing could ever go easy for her. It never had. As her father so often said, there were those who were born to be great and those who were determined to be great. And those who were determined were the ones life challenged the hardest.

  Rise to the occasion, my daughter. Never let anyone tell you that you lack courage or conviction to see your tasks done. The only opinion that really matters is your own, and you are a creature of absolute beauty and strength, through and through.

  Never, ever forget that.

  So in the midst of the storm, stand proud against it, lift up your middle finger, and defy the fates with everything you have. If they want to fight, bring it. You have more than enough intelligence and skill to battle them until they beg you for mercy.

  Gods, how she missed her father. The fire and spirit in his eyes that nothing could daunt. It was infectious.

  Just like Ari's ...

  Knowing better than to let her thoughts linger on her family, especially when she stood this close to her father's identical twin, Kody cleared her throat. "Shall we rejoin the others?"

  Before she could answer, something hard slammed against the walls. It reminded her of a battering ram. She covered her ears to shield them from the noise. "What is that?"

  Acheron's face paled. "In short ... our deaths."

  CHAPTER 14

  While all calamity broke loose on New Orleans, Nick strapped on a Kevlar vest. Across the room from him, Mark and Bubba armed themselves with crossbows and throwing knives. And other things Nick was sure he didn't want to know about. In the event he was arrested f

or being with them, he wanted plausible deniability.

  His mom watched him in awe. "You look like you've done this a few times."

  Nick smiled as he finished up. "Just a few. At home, Caleb's always terrified I'll get eaten and he'll have to face my mother's wrath over it."

  She wrinkled her nose at him. "Am I that different there?"

  Nick hesitated as he thought it over. "Not really. You just dress in more expensive clothes here than the mom I'm used to. And I'm way too close to your height here."

  "Hey, Mike? You there?"

  Scowling, Nick turned toward Mark and Bubba, who both groaned at the thick Tennessee drawl over their radio. "Who's that?" he asked his mom.

  She growled low in the back of her throat. "Someone I hope gets eaten by the demons." She winked playfully at Nick.

  With a painful sound of resignation, Bubba picked up the radio and answered the call. "Yeah, Toph, what can I do you for?"

  "You and Mark anywhere near a TV?"

  Mark went to turn it on.

  "What channel?" Bubba asked into the radio.

  "Don't think it's going to matter much. Sure it's on all stations by now." No sooner had the unknown Toph spoken than the TV screen showed a horrific scene in the city.

  Nick's jaw dropped as he stepped closer to the screen. It looked just like something out of his recent nightmares or from the Great New Orleans Fire of 1788 that had destroyed almost every structure in town. Buildings were ablaze all over the Quarter while winged demons and Daimons openly preyed on the hapless humans who'd made the mistake of not taking shelter. National Guard soldiers and police had been mobilized, but it made little difference.

  The innocent humans in uniform only became more targets for the nonhuman predators.

  Savitar entered the room and cursed as he saw it, too. He cut his eyes toward Nick. "Looks like Thorn is seething that you got away, kid."

  Nick was even more aghast. "Are you saying all that's because of me?"

  Savitar nodded.

  Sick to his stomach, Nick turned away from the TV. "I can't let this happen."

  "What are you going to do?" Savitar asked sarcastically. "Spill your guts on their shoes? Hate to break it to you, kid, but that really is all you can do without your powers to fight them."

  Mark agreed. "You go out there and there won't be anything left of you but a stain in the cracks of the pavement."

  Nick wanted to growl a denial at them both, but he knew it was the truth. In this incarnation, he was as useful as tears to a warthog.

  I've never been more worthless. And that was saying something.

  His gaze went to the photos that his mom had placed all over the bookshelves in front of him. They showed a boy Nick didn't know and it wasn't just because the two of them didn't favor physically. The boy in those photos had never been forced to swallow air in an attempt to make his stomach feel full because he had nothing to eat. That boy had never walked his mom home from work at three in the morning on a school night, trying to keep her safe from predators--human and otherwise. He'd never been forced to use Bubba's duct tape to hold his shoes together because he couldn't afford another pair.

  And he'd never had to fight for his life against those who wanted to end it.

  A part of Nick envied that boy that normality. That innocence and happiness. He couldn't imagine growing up in a world with a pantry stocked full of food and snacks. Having parents to check his homework, go to games he played in, or make sure he'd had a good dinner at a reasonable hour.

  But all that being said, he strangely missed his real life. And he definitely missed the people in it.

  Even Mark's duck-urine cologne.

  Savitar waved his hand in front of Nick's face. "Are you in a coma?"

  Nick shook his head. "Just thinking."

  "You think any harder and your head might explode."

  He snorted at Savitar's teasing and ignored it. Zarelda had told him that he still had his Malachai powers. That no one could take them from him.

  So how could he activate them?

  The believing part hadn't been real conducive to getting them back. And it was so frustrating to know that he'd had those powers at one time and now ...

  He flinched at the live feed of a patrol car being blasted so hard by a demon that it caused the car to launch into the air, roll, and then land upside down in the middle of the street, right in front of Jax Brewery.

  A red fortified pickup with black roll bars and hunting lights went streaking by the overturned patrol car as someone from inside it launched Molotov cocktails into the air, at the demons.

  "Topher!" Bubba snapped. "Is that your ignorant hide I'm looking at on TV?"

  "Am I on TV? Ha! Daddy, hear that! I'm famous!" All of a sudden, a man, who reminded Nick a lot of the Bubba he knew from home, stuck his head out of the truck and waved at the news helicopter that was now trailing after them.

  Bubba growled in the back of his throat. "Son, stick your head back in before you lose it, and tell Big Topher to take his belt to you for being stupid."

  "Big Topher?" Nick repeated to Mark.

  A pained expression lined Mark's face. "Big Topher is Michael's uncle. Little Topher is his cousin"--he gestured toward the television--"that special moron who's still waving at the camera."

  Nick rubbed his head in agony of that man's particular level of idiocy. "Do I want to know what kind of person names their child Little Topher?"

  Mark laughed. "Probably not, but ... Christopher was great-granddaddy. He went by Chris until he had a son who was named after him. So he was Big Chris, son was Little Chris. When Little Chris had a son, he named him after his daddy, but to keep from getting everyone confused, he called him Topher. Then Topher found someone desperate enough to marry him. My vote still says he must have hit her too hard on the head before he dragged her into his cave ... but anyway, he named his son after his father and so Little Topher entered the world."

  "And was promptly dropped on his head by his mother who was horrified she had to name him that," his mother said under her breath. "I can just imagine the day Topher the Fifth is born."

  More horrified over that than the sight of the demons, Nick shook his head. "Oh. My. God."

  Mark clapped him on the back. "My thoughts exactly."

  "Hey Mark, get Cherise into the shelter." Bubba turned the television off.

  Without asking why, Mark obeyed. At least he tried.

  "What's going on?" his mom asked Bubba, refusing to leave without an explanation.

  Bubba sighed in irritation. "Baby, please. Just go. Quick."

  She reached for Nick.

  Bubba held Nick by his side. "He needs to stay with me."

  Biting her lip, she hesitated. "Why?"

  "Baby..."

  "C'mon, Cherise." Mark placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You know Mike isn't going to let anything happen to him."

  "He better not." She kissed Nick on the cheek before she followed Mark into the basement--something that was exceedingly rare in New Orleans, where the city was built below sea level and flooded often. But then Bubba had installed a sump pump system that was more than impressive. One that had a generator on it that would see them through a month or more even if all the power went out.

  As soon as they were gone, Bubba motioned Nick over.

  "What is it?" Nick asked in a low tone.

  "We're about to be under siege. That mass you saw following Topher is heading toward us and I didn't want Mom to see it and panic."

  Nick looked back at Savitar. "Is there anything you can do to stop them?"

  Before he could answer, a loud siren sounded through the house. Cringing, Nick held his hands over his ears to shield them from the godforsaken noise. "What is that?"

  Bubba pointed to the monitor he had on the gate where the demons were wrenching it off its hinges. "Looks like they figured out you're here."

  Nick wasn't sure what he found more disturbing. The demons or the fact that Tabitha, Amanda, and Selena were with them.

  Savitar rubbed at his chin. "To answer your earlier question, kid, all I can do is fight with you to the end."

  There was an odd note in Savitar's tone that made Nick curious. "Why are you so willing to bleed for me?"

  Savitar refused to meet his gaze. "Because what was done to your line was wrong."

  Again, that note ... Savitar knew a lot more about Nick's ancestors than he was willing to freely admit. "Were you there?"

  Savitar shook his head. "Long time before I was born. But I know what it's like to lose everything you love and not be able to stop it. To see the one thing you love most be cursed over blind stupidity and fear. And it's an awful place to live." He shifted his gaze to Bubba. "I'll lead as many away as I can."

  Before Nick could say another word, Savitar was gone. He appeared a few seconds later on the monitors, out in the yard between the gate and the house. With a reckless disregard for his own life, Savitar tackled the first demon he reached and kneed him to the ground. After that, it was on in true Roman gladiatorial style.

  Unable to stomach it, Nick turned away from the gore and lifted one hand up to shield his eyes from the monitors. "Nos morituri te salutamus."

  Bubba arched a brow. "Pardon?"

  "We who are about to die salute you."

  Snorting, Bubba grabbed a crossbow and pushed Nick toward the stairs. "Yeah, but if you die, I won't see my kid again. And I love my son. So you are not to do anything stupid. You hear me?"

  "I hear, master. But I never obey." Nick clapped him on the arm. "See, that's where your kid and I differ."

  "And here's where your ma and I differ." Bubba lifted him up and tossed him over his shoulder.

  Nick did his best to break free, but Bubba was worse than an octopus on steroids. "Hey!"

  "Hay's for horses, boy." Bubba held fast until he had Nick locked into a small fortified room.

  Anger darkened his vision. Nick pounded against the steel door. But as expected, Bubba ignored him completely. His fury mounted. He'd never particularly liked tight spaces, and this one seriously pissed him off. "Let me out!" Nick shouted.

  No one responded.

  Nick bared his teeth and then grinned as he remembered something his Bubba had taught him. No matter how fortified a door was, there was always one vulnerability that couldn't be helped....

  Hinges.

  They were always inside the room. Even a closet. "Lock me in ... I'll show you something, boy," he muttered as he toed off one shoe and reached for a coat hanger. Stretching it out of shape, he bent the neck into a makeshift spike that he held underneath the top hinge. Then he used his shoe to hammer at the hanger.

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