He smacked the wall of invisible energy and bounced backwards, landing on the ground.
Oops . . . my bad. She cringed at the painful sound that slid from his throat.
Tristan's chest moved when he drew a breath. He groaned on his exhale, but he was still out cold.
Served him right for pulling that stupid stunt. Had he thought he could go airborne like an out-of-water porpoise and land on hard ground without having the air knocked out of him?
Of course, slamming him against the equivalent of a steel wall hadn't helped either. Or the fact that he'd taken the brunt of the fall with her on top when he'd jumped out.
Had he landed that way intentionally?
Maybe, maybe not, but he no longer needed her now that he'd escaped.
But she needed him.
She tensed, ready for battle the minute he opened his eyes.
How had he gotten out of the spellbound enclosure? Worry about the mechanics of his jailbreak once he's back on the other side.
She had three gifts from the Tribunal and no clue what they were other than she could not ask for a gift unless it was being used specifically to fulfill her agreement to return the other escaped Alterants.
Technically, putting Tristan back inside his cage would not meet the criteria, since he would refuse to help the minute he was in captivity again.
Would have been nice if the Tribunal had given her an operation manual for her so-called gifts . . . one with a troubleshooting section.
Tristan groaned louder and rubbed his head. One eye slid open and peered over at her, then he pushed up on his elbow.
She kept very still, watching for any aggressive move. "How'd you get out of there?"
He smiled. "You broke me out."
"No, I didn't." She hoped.
"Oh, yes, you did. Remember when I held your arm to take off that bug?"
"Yes," she answered warily.
"I shoved my foot past the barrier while I was touching you and I broke through to my ankle, then it stopped me. I figured if I could do that while holding your wrist I should be able to push my entire body through if I was holding all of you." He rubbed his head. "Wasn't quite as simple as I thought. Damned near killed myself finding out."
She was a dead Alterant the minute the Tribunal found out about this.
Tristan chuckled. "Looks like the worm has turned, eh?"
She wasn't sure what powers he possessed or how strong he was out here, but as of now her powers were locked and loaded. "I don't know about the worm, but your being out here puts us both on a level playing field."
He stopped rubbing his head and looked at her. "You think?"
"You might kill me, but you'll crawl away missing vital parts."
"Fighting each other would waste time we could use finding those three Alterants."
She paused. "You're going to work with me?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
Sure, but his easy compliance reeked with suspicious intent. "Why're you willing to help now that you're free, Tristan?"
"Let's just say I believe you're telling the truth about getting me an audience with the Tribunal. I don't think you can corral the three missing Alterants without me, and I don't want them killed. I'll help you, but you can't hand them over until I get to see the Tribunal."
She'd offered to request a meeting for him. She hadn't said she could do it for sure, but mentioning that right now would not be the best way to move ahead with a potential alliance.
A shaky one she didn't trust one bit.
He rose to his feet and took a look at the ground where he'd been lying, then cut his eyes to where the invisible barrier would be. He licked his lip where blood trickled and scanned the area between them, asking, "I should be over where you're standing. How did I end up here?"
Probably the same way you got that busted lip when I tried to throw you back into your cage. "Majik and aerodynamics . . . hard to say. I landed over here."
He lifted an eyebrow, so not believing her.
She took in his jeans, jungle-camo T-shirt and hiking boots, which he hadn't been wearing when he'd eluded her in the jungle. She used that to change the subject. "Where'd you get the clothes?"
"When the Kujoo broke me out the first time, they gave me a witch highball spiked with Kujoo blood. I can conjure a few things like clothes when I need them." He shrugged, indifferent to how that put him in another category from her.
So now he was what?
Part Belador, part Alterant and part Kujoo?
Plus Medb witch?
She didn't want to think about that possibility.
He lifted an arm and pointed in the direction he'd earlier said was north. "There's a town about sixty kilometers that way."
She did the math in her head to convert kilometers to miles. Thirty-six miles through rough terrain with an escaped Alterant she didn't trust, deadly animals and poisonous reptiles.
Lucky her, huh?
Travel guides called this extreme adventure.
And people paid to put their lives at risk.
If she had to trek through this jungle, she didn't want to do it without her dagger, especially since that blade had an extra kick of power. "I want my weapon."
"No." Tristan slicked blond hair back off his face with both hands and bent down to retie his muddy hiking boots. "Don't worry. I won't let anything eat you either."
"Oh, really?" she said dryly. Why did men assume a woman needed their protection? "I can take care of myself with or without a weapon." But she'd have to deal with the sun in another hour if that soft glow tinting the edge of the darkness meant morning was coming. Dense clouds still hovered so close to the ground that a white haze smoked around them.
How long had she been here? Five . . . six hours? Her cheap watch hadn't survived being slammed to the ground with Tristan when he launched them out of the enclosure. "When's sunrise?"
"Soon." He finished tying his shoes and stood up. "We're going to be in this heavy moisture for most of the trip. I'll give you a heads-up before the sun breaks through."
But would he give her a heads-up ten minutes before sunlight stabbed through the thick shield of moisture protecting her skin? Or ten seconds?
Oblivious to her dilemma, Tristan started past her, then paused and dropped his head close when he spoke. "Just so you know, when they gave me the witch's brew I picked up a few special tricks. If I want to kill you I can do it out here just as easily as I could have in that cage, and with little effort."
Having said his piece, he struck out.
If what he said was true, she was safer sticking with him.
If it was true.
Evalle kept pace, but only because she could match his long strides and because she'd stayed in shape walking plenty of miles in Atlanta. The mideighties temperature here would feel no worse than a warm summer day back home, but even Georgia couldn't match the humidity in this rain forest.
She kept waiting for the sun, expecting that death ball of fire to burn off the clouds with a minute's notice, like after a foggy morning in Atlanta. But the air remained bloated with moisture that fell in a constant drizzle. Wet hair plastered her neck and shoulders, the rubber band that had been holding her ponytail long gone from Tristan's acrobatic escape.
If he really intended to work with her, he should be willing to share some information. "Where'd you grow up?"
"Everywhere."
"Come on, Tristan."
He paused at a downed tree, squatted to lift one end, then shoved the twelve-inch-thick trunk off their trail.
She noted that he hadn't used kinetics. What exactly had that witch juice done to him?
When he started walking again, he said, "I lived in five different foster homes."
Crap. "So you don't know who your parents are either?"
"I didn't say that. The last place I lived was near Chattanooga."
"Who are your parents? Do either of them have powers?"
"You want information, but what have
you got to trade?"
She'd already offered to talk to the Tribunal. With Tristan free she had even less to barter with than she had before. "You know what I have."
"Then we're through talking until I know for sure there's something in it for me."
Except for occasional stops to drink from a coconut or eat fruit, she trudged silently through vegetation so thick that getting through felt like wrestling a gorilla. Now she was slogging through a muddy path cut along a mountainside.
Something bit her.
Again.
For like the hundredth time.
She'd had survival training, but give her the city anytime. Even with Atlanta traffic, she'd take the smell of a fresh night sizzled over hot pavement after a summer's day. Civilization.
After five hours--or had it been six yet--of feeling like the food source for every bloodsucker smaller than her fingernail, she started thinking fondly of nights spent tracking preternatural predators . . .
The amulet around her neck heated up.
Her skin prickled with awareness and a sense that she'd missed something important.
In the city, she stayed on constant alert.
Out here, she'd gotten lax, assuming Tristan knew the land better than her, since he'd hiked out of here with the Kujoo last week.
But she still should have been paying more attention, because something was following her with deadly intent.
Her heart double-timed with a jolt of fight-or-flight adrenaline that spread through her limbs at the hint of battle. Speaking out loud to Tristan would alert the enemy, but could she reach him telepathically?
Tristan, can you hear me? She waited for some sign from him, but he never paused his stride ahead of her. She'd give it another try. Something or someone is following us. It's dangerous. I don't want to harm an animal, but I refuse to be anyone's dinner.
I hear it, he finally said. Stay close.
She took stock of her surroundings. They'd been gradually descending for the past half hour, and the land had become more rolling than downhill. Tangled vines and a healthy crop of branches forced Tristan to break open the path on occasion, but there had been a few clearings like the one with the lake and waterfall a hundred yards back . . . until now.
The trail had narrowed with sides formed by thick undergrowth.
Sizing up the ambush potential, she rated the terrain directly ahead of and behind them a high nine on a scale of one to ten.
The jungle had been alive with sounds moments ago.
Everything quieted.
A twig snapped, then leaves shuffled.
That hadn't been by accident. Whatever stalked her was unconcerned about her hearing its approach. She picked up a ripple of power emanating from the woods behind her and to her left. Several origins.
Predators for sure, but not of the human world.
Tristan paused and dropped to retie his hiking boot.
Did he sense anything?
He turned toward her when he stood, eyes alert.
Demons, whispered through her mind. They're drawn to our power. Link with me if you want to live.
Linking took absolute trust among Beladors. Plus, she had no clue what might happen if two Alterants linked together.
Evalle? You with me or not?
THIRTEEN
Can't link with you, Tristan, Evalle sent back telepathically. She kept glancing around for the demons closing in on them.
Tristan sighed and shook his head. And you want me to trust you?
The first beast attacked, diving at Tristan from out of the trees. Too massive to be a wild dog and not quite wolf, with bared fangs and spiked claws extended, its red eyes burned with the urge to kill.
Tristan moved as a blur, fast as lightning, whipping his arm around to slam his fist between the animal's bright eyes.
The demon went flying up and back into a wad of saplings, then rebounded to his feet and charged again.
Evalle had already turned to cover their backs. Noise crashed toward her from the force of a massive body wrecking everything in its path. She raised her hands to shove power at the next animal when two exploded out of the jungle.
She knocked one demon back against the trunk of a hardwood tree so large her arms wouldn't reach around it. The other demon dodged her kinetic shot at the last minute, diving to the side, then rounding behind her. She whipped a blast of energy at him and rammed the demon into the base of the same tree.
He fell into a motionless heap.
The urge to shift fully into a beast coursed so strongly through her veins that she hesitated to risk even the small change into Belador battle form.
She might not be able to stop at that point.
Why hadn't Tristan taken on his beast form? He had no one to answer to for anything he did out here. Shift, Tristan!
Can't.
Why not? But talking would distract both of them. From the corner of her eye, she caught him fighting the first wolf-demon he'd hit, plus a new one.
She expected the demon she'd stopped with her first shove of power to attack again, but when he regained his senses he started climbing the old hardwood tree with humanlike ability. Once he reached twenty feet up, he climbed out on a limb and stalked her from above.
The other beast at the base of the tree began to rouse.
One glance up confirmed the tree-climber was actually waiting on his companion to wake up to attack as a team.
Something behind her screamed with pain. Maybe Tristan did have some super-charged powers without shifting into his Alterant state. Not fair since he had her weapon, too.
Her weapon. Tristan, throw me the dagger. I've killed demons with it.
No power to . . . reach it.
She risked a look and lost hope of surviving this.
Tristan was the one on the ground, struggling. A demon had his upper arm locked in his jaws, ripping muscle and bone with each jerk of its head.
The other animal Tristan had fought lay headless.
But the one chewing on his arm appeared to be weakening Tristan. His movements were sluggish.
A throaty growl above rattled the bones in her spine. Evalle looked up as the wolf-demon above her hunched his body, preparing to jump.
She ripped her attention back to the other monster on the ground, now up on all four legs and snarling.
Those two demons must have figured out she couldn't hold the wall of power in front of her and above her at the same time. The one perched overhead jumped as the demon on the ground attacked.
She changed her hand positions and shoved her power straight up, making a fast plan. When the flying monster hit her force field she would heave that animal at the one coming across the ground.
Her plan might have worked, but the one that landed on her field of energy hit and bounced off, smacking a pine tree that hadn't been thick enough to do any damage.
And the demon on the ground had anticipated her move.
He jumped sideways.
Then slashed back at her before she could swing her kinetic power to stop him.
Fangs bared, he lunged for her knee.
His jaws crushed bone with the first bite.
She screamed at the pain. Claws tore at her thigh, ripping skin and muscle. Blood gushed down her leg and over the demon's muzzle. She beat his head with her fists.
Cartilage shot up along her arms. Energy racked her body with the impending change.
No. Not the beast. She couldn't trust Tristan not to rat her out if they faced the Tribunal together, and she'd glow red if she lied about shifting.
But dying would negate all of that.
Her fingers elongated with clawed tips. She clenched her teeth, shaking hard with the force of holding off the change.
The demon's teeth ground into her knee. Blinding white pain burned through her leg, up into her abdomen and chest. The impending change had given her a weapon she wouldn't waste. Cocking her arm back, she shoved the sharp claw on her index finger into the creature's eye.
/> And kept shoving.
Bone gave as she pushed the stake deep into his brain.
His other eye rolled up in his head. His jaws loosened.
She pulled back and swung her fist like a sledgehammer, driving it down on the animal's head. Its head broke away from her knee. Two fangs buried in her muscle snapped at the skin line.
The haze surrounding her glowed so bright that it practically blinded her sensitive eyes. When had she lost her glasses? She groped around, found them and shoved them back on her face.
Dizziness assailed her.
She couldn't focus her vision. Something attacked her body almost like a poison, draining her power. She yanked out the broken fangs and gasped for air. Blood shot from opened arteries with each pulse of her heart. Pain screamed through her.
She was going to lose that leg . . . if she didn't die first.
Her arms felt heavy. She was light-headed. What kept depleting her energy beyond the blood loss?
Greenish-yellow liquid mixed with blood streamed down her leg.
The demon's saliva.
Maybe that's what had weakened Tristan. The demons' saliva had to be attacking their blood.
The tree-climbing demon that had bounced off her kinetic power shook his head and gained his feet, facing her with dead eyes. He wobbled when he took a step toward her.
With her power dwindling, she had one shot left.
She threw a blast of energy at the tree ten feet up, severing the trunk and sending a ton of wood down to crush the demon's backbone.
Now she didn't have enough kinetic energy to snap a toothpick.
Tristan bellowed in agony.
She twisted around, clenching her teeth against the throbbing pain. The creature still had what was left of Tristan's mauled arm locked in his jaws. He used the bloody stump to shake Tristan's entire body back and forth.
No point in being quiet now, she yelled, "Where's the dagger?"
"Right . . . boot," he croaked out in a voice wrought with pain. Blood covered his arm, his body and the ground.
Dragging her bad leg, she crawled to his side and lurched for his boot, unable to stop a cry of anguish at banging her crushed knee.
She reached inside his boot and curled her fingers around the handle of her dagger.
Energy wicked up her arm.
With the last surge of strength in her body, she lunged for the demon's head, driving the dagger between its eyes. That had worked on demons in the past and, hallelujah, this one burst into an explosion of light, then turned into gray powder.