“Excuse me?”
Norjee winced. “Well, you’re . . . a little bit old.”
With a snort, she tousled Norjee’s hair, then tousled Xiao Fang’s hair, too. “You two rascals.”
A tear rolled down Norjee’s cheek. “If anything happens to you or Xiao Fang because of me—”
“We’re going to be fine.” She wiped away his tear. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She stood and looked around the room for something that could be used as a weapon. Her gaze landed on the short table under the window. She turned it on its side, planted a foot on one of the table legs, and yanked hard at another leg. It ripped off with a jagged edge that ended with a point. With enough force, it could pierce a soldier. Or Lord Liao. She slid it into her tunic so that it rested against the sash tied around her waist.
The door opened, and a dozen soldiers marched in. Too many for her to attack. They tied her hands in front, then hauled her and the boys outside. Only a sliver of sunlight remained, so torches had been lit in the courtyard. The two dead monks had been stacked to the side like refuse. Flies buzzed around them and the pools of blood that stained the hard ground.
The soldiers pushed her and the boys up the stairs to the temple. It was dark inside except for the lit candles on the low altar in front of a dais where a four-foot brass statue of Buddha rested. The room was a large square, the high ceiling held up by round wooden pillars painted red.
They were shoved against the far right wall.
“Sit,” the leader ordered.
She sat, and the boys settled on each side of her. The door to the temple was still open, and the air that wafted in became cooler as night fell.
A few whimpers emanated from across the room. She narrowed her eyes and detected some people against the far wall. Other prisoners.
The dozen soldiers knelt in front of the altar. A gasp sounded behind the dais that held the Buddha statue, the sound similar to the gasp she heard at sunset when Zoltan woke from his death-sleep.
A red silk robe came into view as Lord Liao stepped around the Buddha. He was thin, his face sallow, his hair a long braid down his back. He faced the soldiers, and they bowed down till their foreheads touched the floor.
“We are hungry, Ding.” He motioned with his hand to the leader.
Neona cringed at the sight of Liao’s long yellow fingernails, which curled like vicious claws. Zoltan is awake, too, she reminded herself. The Vamps would be coming soon.
The leader, Ding, rose to his feet. “We have a special treat for your eminence tonight. One of the warrior women of Beyul-La.”
Liao licked his lips. “Excellent. Her warrior blood will give us strength.”
Neona’s stomach roiled. As much as she hated the thought of that monster even touching her, it would be best to cooperate for now. Letting him bite her would delay any plans they had to execute the boys. And she needed to buy time for Zoltan and his friends to effect a rescue.
“We caught her with two boys,” Ding added. “We believe one of them is a dragon.”
Liao smiled, flashing his yellow teeth. “Finally. We have what Master Han covets. He will not dare eliminate us now.” He flicked the air with his long fingernails. “Bring us the warrior woman so we may quench our thirst.”
Two soldiers grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. The boys clung to her.
“It’s all right,” she whispered. “Stay here.”
The boys let go, and the soldiers escorted her to the altar. She twisted her tied hands till she managed to slip one hand into her tunic. Her fingers curled around the stake. If Liao tried to kill her, she’d fight back.
A third soldier came up behind her, pulled her hair back, and tilted her head to expose her neck.
Liao looked her over, then reared his head back. Fangs sprang out, vicious and sharp. He moved toward her, then roared in disgust. “She reeks of another man! We want our food to be fresh!”
“I apologize, your eminence.” Ding bowed. “We caught her just now.” He gestured to the prisoners against the other wall. “Bring another.”
Soldiers hauled a whimpering young woman to the altar. Without pausing to even look at her, Liao leaped at her neck and plunged in his fangs. The women screeched.
Neona attempted to break free so she could stake Liao, but the soldiers pulled her back and tossed her against the wall. The boys wrapped their arms around her and held tight.
She groaned inwardly as she watched the poor woman grow quiet and limp, supported only by the soldiers holding her.
Shouts sounded outside, and the air filled with the popping noise of automatic weapons.
Neona’s heart lurched. Zoltan and his friends must have arrived, but they were being shot at.
“We’re under attack!” Ding yelled. He and the soldiers ran outside. Liao grabbed a sword from behind the Buddha and followed them out, slamming the door behind him.
Neona ran to the door, but it wouldn’t open. They must have barred it from the outside. She dashed behind the Buddha to see if Liao had left any other weapons. There was nothing there but a silk pallet on the floor. She rounded the Buddha and knelt where the woman had crumpled on the ground. She was still alive.
Neona took a deep breath and pressed her tied hands against the wound on the woman’s neck. She closed her eyes, concentrating, then cried out when she felt a tearing pain as if teeth were ripping through her neck. She gritted her teeth, waiting for it to pass. Slowly, the pain subsided to a dull throb.
She opened her eyes. The wound was closing and the woman was awake, watching her with a shocked expression.
“You’ll be all right now,” Neona told her.
“Are you an angel?” the woman whispered.
“No.”
“She’s my mama!” Norjee ran up to hug her, and she patted his cheek.
She stood and stretched her tied hands over one of the candles on the altar till the fire burned through enough of the rope that she could pull her hands apart. She removed the primitive stake from her tunic and glanced toward the door. The battle was waging outside, and she was missing it.
She paced around the perimeter of the building, searching for another way out. As much as she wanted to fight, her first priority had to be the boys’ safety. She had to help them escape.
Outside, the popping noise stopped, and the sound of clanging swords began. The door burst open, and Liao and his dozen retainers ran inside. Half of them closed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
Neona eased along the dark perimeter till she was back beside the boys. The injured woman in front of the altar scrambled behind the Buddha.
“They’ve taken away all our AK-47s,” Ding yelled. “Those bastards can teleport behind our men and knock them out.”
“And there are tigers and bears out there, ripping the men to shreds!” another soldier cried.
Ding fell to his knees in front of Liao. “Save us, Master. Teleport us away.”
“And go where?” Liao shouted. “We can’t go back to Han. Not when we lost two hundred of his men! He’ll kill us!”
“We could go to one of his camps—” Ding started.
“And hide?” Liao paced in front of the Buddha. “Cower in fear until Han finds us?” He came to a stop, his eyes narrowed. “We need someone stronger than Han. Someone who can protect us.”
“The only one stronger than Han is the demon,” Ding said.
“Exactly.” Liao sneered. “Darafer gave me instructions on how to bring him back from hell. It takes a dozen men. That’s why I always kept a dozen of you close to me.”
The soldiers grew pale.
“B-but it is forbidden to bring the demon back,” one of the soldiers cried.
“Han forbid it because he fears Darafer,” Liao growled. “He cannot control a demon. But if we bring Darafer back,
he will be beholden to us. Han wouldn’t dare touch us!”
Neona swallowed hard.
“Demons are bad,” Norjee whispered beside her. “The fathers were afraid of them.”
She nodded. Somehow she had to stop this.
Liao waved at the men. “Quickly. Cut the palm of your right hand and use the blood to draw a pentagram on the floor.”
When the men hesitated, Liao yelled at them. “Hurry! It won’t work unless the blood of twelve men is used!”
The men sliced their hands and smeared blood on the wooden floor in the shape of a pentagram.
“Now gather around it. Press your hands together to seal the circle with blood.” Liao smiled as the dozen men hurried into position. “Repeat these words together. Oh, powerful Lucifer, hear our prayer. Grant our request, we beseech you.”
The men repeated the words.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer.”
Neona’s skin prickled with goose bumps as the men began to chant. How could she stop this? Maybe if she broke the circle of twelve.
“Stay here,” she told the boys. She gripped her stake in her hand and eased toward the circle.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer,” the men chanted.
Outside, the clanging of swords and screams of the wounded continued.
In the middle of the circle, a black cloud appeared.
She lunged toward the nearest soldier, stabbing him in the back. With a cry, he fell to the floor. The black cloud grew thin and wispy.
“Bitch!” Liao tossed her back with vampire strength and quickly took the downed soldier’s place.
She flew backward and crashed into the wall. Her head hit hard. Pain exploded across her skull like streaks of lightning, and she crumpled to the ground.
“Mama!” Norjee scrambled to her. Xiao Fang was right behind him. “Mama, we have to stop them.”
She gritted her teeth against the pain and sat up. The room spun around her.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer.”
The black cloud was thick again, and now it started to swirl.
“Have to stop them.” She stumbled to her feet.
The black cloud took on human shape. Oh God, was she too late?
Xiao Fang ran toward them and let loose a burst of fire. Liao screeched as flames enveloped him. The boy dashed around the circle, breathing fire till it was a giant burning ball, full of flailing, screaming bodies.
Xiao Fang stopped. His body trembled, and he looked horrified at what he’d done. Norjee ran up to him and pulled him gently back.
Suddenly, the fire was sucked to the center of the circle, leaving a dozen burned corpses on the floor. Liao’s body turned to ash. The fire in the center took on human form, then extinguished with a swooshing noise.
A man stood there, dressed all in black, with long black hair and sharp green eyes. He brushed some ash off the sleeve of his long black coat and gave the dead bodies a wry look. “What took you so long?”
His gaze shifted to Xiao Fang, and his mouth curled up in a humorless smile.
The doors burst open, and Zoltan charged inside with a few of his vampire and shifter friends. They halted with a jerk.
“Darafer,” Dougal growled.
“I’m back,” the demon said with a singsongy voice. He waved a hand at them, and they were blown back out the door.
He stalked toward Xiao Fang.
“No!” Neona ran toward the dragon shifter, but with a flick of a hand, Darafer sent her flying back.
She crashed into a wall once again, her head hitting hard. As she crumpled to the floor, stars exploded in her vision, making it hard to see. But still she saw. And her heart sank.
Darafer grabbed Xiao Fang and vanished.
Chapter Twenty-seven
“Will she be all right?” Zoltan asked for the fiftieth time. After finding Neona unconscious in the temple, he’d teleported her straight to the clinic in Tiger Town. Dougal had followed, bringing Norjee.
“She may have suffered a concussion,” Leah said as she gingerly probed Neona’s head. “No external bleeding. Her skull is intact.”
Zoltan nodded. “She’s very hardheaded.” When the doctor gave him a wry look, he added, “I meant that in a good way. She’s tough as a boot. A . . . . a good boot.” He winced. He was so tense with worry that he was babbling like an idiot.
Leah smiled as she checked her pulse. “Her vital signs are strong.”
“She’s very strong. Strong as an ox.” He groaned inwardly. Now he’d compared the love of his life to an ox. “She’s very brave. And beautiful.”
Leah unwound the bandage on Neona’s arm.
“How is the cut?” he asked. “I wanted to bring her here, but she didn’t think it was necessary. We used some of her homemade medicine.”
“Really?” Leah examined the wound. “I’d like to see her medicine. This is healing extremely well.”
“That’s because she’s brilliant. And brave. And beautiful.”
Leah’s mouth twitched. “You mentioned that before.”
He took Neona’s hand in his. “She’s a healer. She does something magical, but she can’t do it to herself. So she may be in a lot of pain.” He squeezed her hand. “Can you do something? I don’t want her to be in pain.”
“Then don’t break her bones,” Leah muttered. “You Vamps don’t know your own strength.”
“Oh.” He dropped her hand, then patted it gently. “Will she be all right?”
When he’d awakened from his death-sleep to learn that she and the boys had been taken prisoner, he’d thought he would die. His heart had clenched hard in his chest, and he’d gasped for air. For centuries, he’d existed with a fear that a sunset would arrive when he wouldn’t awaken. Now it was different. Now he feared he’d awaken and Neona would be gone. And then it would no longer matter if he ever woke up again.
There hadn’t been any time to wallow in despair. Angus had demanded his help in putting together an attack plan. Zoltan and the other Vamps had spent several frantic minutes teleporting all the shifters and warrior women to the forest close to the monastery.
Finally, with their army ready, they had attacked. All his fear had been channeled into rage as he’d charged into battle. No one had worried about keeping the supersoldiers alive. They’d plowed through the enemy, intent on killing Lord Liao and saving Neona and the boys.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t quite succeeded. The dragon boy was missing.
“She’s coming to.” Leah leaned over Neona. “Can you see me?”
Neona blinked and gazed up at the doctor.
“I’m Doctor Kincaid, but please call me Leah.” She smiled. “I believe you know my husband, Dougal.”
Neona licked her lips. “Zoltan?”
“I’m here,” he whispered.
She turned toward him and smiled.
His heart squeezed in his chest. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Never.”
“Will you marry me?” He winced. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out. Don’t answer now. I’ll take you somewhere romantic and give you flowers and make love to you—”
“Yes.”
“Yes to making love?”
Her mouth twitched. “You still owe me three climaxes.”
“Right. We’ll do that as soon as the doctor says you’re ready.”
Leah snorted. “Eager, aren’t we? I’ll just check my other patients now.” She wandered off.
Neona watched her go. “What is this place?”
“Tiger Town, Yunnan province, China,” Zoltan replied. “This is the clinic where the doctor is changing supersoldiers back to normal.” He motioned to the
rows of stretchers where soldiers lay in stasis while the medication took effect.
Neona turned back to him. “Is Norjee all right?”
“He’s fine. He’s been waiting outside.” Zoltan dashed to the clinic door and motioned for Norjee to come in.
“Mama!” The young boy ran up to her bed.
She struggled to sit up, and Zoltan helped her.
Norjee grinned as he said something in Tibetan, then he darted back outside and led in a were-tiger.
Neona gasped. “Tenzen?”
The were-tiger smiled as he explained in Chinese.
Her eyes widened, then she glanced at Zoltan. “The were-cats have nine lives! He’s on his third life now.”
Zoltan nodded. “When he woke up, he called us on his sat phone. We picked him up on the way to the battle.”
Norjee held her hand and talked some more. His eyes filled with tears, and his chin trembled. Zoltan frowned. He was going to have to learn some Tibetan or Chinese.
Neona hugged the boy as she murmured soothing words. Then she turned to Zoltan. “Norjee blames himself for Xiao Fang getting captured. Do you know anything yet?”
He shook his head. “Most probably, Darafer has taken the boy to Master Han. Russell is searching for Han’s camp now. We’ll do whatever we can to save Xiao Fang.”
Neona translated the response to Norjee. He replied, then hurried from the room with the were-tiger. She turned to Zoltan. “Norjee wants to help us fight Master Han. Tenzen offered to teach him how to shoot a bow and arrow.”
“We’re not going to let a seven-year-old fight.”
“I know. But there’s no harm in teaching him some self-defense. And he’s so upset, I think it will be best to keep him busy.”
Zoltan sat on the bed beside her. “There’s more I need to tell you. Darafer will be able to read the dragon boy’s mind. He’ll know about the other children and the eggs. And he’ll know exactly where to find them.”