Cape Storm (Weather Warden #8)

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Lewis nodded and walked over to take a seat near me. The benches were fiberglass, with cushions that doubled as flotation devices. Among the supplies already broken out were insulating blankets, one of which was already wrapped around my damp, shivering body, and boxed drinks. They were trying to coax me to drink apple juice, but I couldn't choke anything down. Not yet.

I'd learned a startling new lesson: no matter how badass you think you are, having a shark latch on to your body and break a piece of you away will put a dent in your self-confidence.

Cherise was playing Red Cross nurse; she draped a blanket over Lewis's damp shoulders and handed him a juice box, which he mechanically sipped as he stared down at me.

"What?" I asked, and tried to smile. "You never saw somebody trying to kill you get their ass kicked before? Because I know you have."

No answer.

"You want some advice? Pull the Wardens together. If you split them up between the rescue boats, you're screwed."

"Thanks for the tip," he said. "Wardens stay on the boats. I want them protected in case you and Bad Bob decide to play Battleship."

I almost managed a shrug. "Hazards of the sea. They all know what could happen."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I'm sure that'll be a great comfort to their kids back home. I want Wardens behind us, guarding our retreat, as well as with us, guarding our asses up close.

You got a problem with that, take it up with - oh, nobody, because at this point, you've got nobody." He raised his head and fixed me with red-rimmed, fiercely focused eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you?"

A week ago, if he'd asked that question, it would have been with an undertone of longing and some heavily suppressed fantasies involving schoolgirl uniforms. Not now. He was looking at me like I'd looked at the shark that had bitten me.

"I can still get you to Bad Bob," I said. "If you want."

"I can't trust you."

I winced and closed my eyes as one of the Earth Wardens laying hands on me did something particularly painful. "I'm serious. I will take you to Bad Bob. I need to get there myself."

"Why?"

I opened my eyes and locked stares with him. "Because he left me to die in the ocean and get eaten by sharks. Because you came back."

"Bullshit."

I blinked.

"Don't tell me you've had a change of heart. I can see you didn't. You're just pissed that he didn't keep his promises to you. The enemy of my enemy is not my friend." I closed my eyes. I was too tired, too hurt, and too sick to care about his philosophy right now, and the darkness inside me ached , impatient with my body's weaknesses. Soon I wouldn't be vulnerable. Soon I'd be like the storm itself - unstoppable, unfeeling, a force of nature.

Lewis had chosen his healers well. They did their job, whether they wanted to or not. It took time, and I slept in between the exhausting bouts. I could feel the lifeboat moving, but I no longer cared where it was going. It didn't matter. The storm would follow me, pouring power into me, filling me with darkness.

When I woke up, really woke up, the Wardens had finished their work.

I was healed.

I looked at my jeans, which had a ragged hole ripped most of the way through them, and beneath the bloody cloth, my leg was mostly there. Scarred, yes, but it would heal. The new muscle and flesh felt weirdly tender.

I looked up and saw them all watching me.

"Thanks," I said, and tried to stand. It wasn't as hard as I'd expected. I actually felt fairly good. Better, as the storm above us purred and rained down its darkness into me, reminding me who I was. What I wanted.

Lewis was right not to trust me, but I knew I didn't need to tell him that.

"Jo," he said, "sit down."

I didn't. I looked at him. There was a tingle of fire in my fingers, and as I rubbed them together, I saw sparks jumping. "Time to change course," I said. "I'm taking the boat. The rest of you - you can either come along and shut up or I can leave you behind. In pieces." He took in a deep, resigned breath. "I didn't save you just to fight you."

"No, you saved me because your delicate conscience couldn't stand thinking about me getting ripped apart by sharks," I said. "Your mistake, man. Not mine."

"You don't want to do this."

I smiled. And he saw that I really, really did.

Kevin wasn't surprised. He was grimly staring at me with a bleak expression, as if he'd known it all along. Back at ya, punk.

"You're not going to hurt anybody else," Lewis said. "I'm not going to let you." That made me want to prove him wrong. "We knew this was coming," I said. "So go on. Try and stop me. It's time for the lightning round, Lewis. Go for the actual lightning. It's a small, enclosed space, but some of them may not die right off. The sepsis from the burns, that'll probably kill them in the end."

He didn't move. "Don't make me. Please, I'm asking you, don't." I called fire in my hand.

Lewis grabbed my arm, but instead of fighting me power for power, as I'd expected, he yanked me close, pinning me against his body. Putting my palm directly against his chest.

"Please," he said. There were tears in his eyes. "Jo, I know you're in there somewhere.

Please stop. "

"No," I said, and let the fire go. It flamed through his shirt, charred his flesh.

And I felt nothing.

Lewis let out a soft, agonized moan, but he didn't let me go.

"I'll kill you," I growled, and I meant it. "Every one of you if I have to. But I'm taking this ship."

"No." Lewis grabbed my face in his hands and - kissed me. There was desperation in it, and fury, and pain, and anguish... and death.

I felt something go very, very wrong in my brain.

Click.

Lights going out. A burst of pain, of surprise, of knowledge...

Fail-safe. He'd put a fail-safe in my brain and he'd made me forget about it and now I'd forced him to trigger it, at long last.

"You're not taking the ship," Lewis whispered. I could hear him, and I could feel the fading sensation of his lips against mine. A benediction into the dark. "Good-bye, Jo. God, I loved you."

Pain exploded through my nerves like flares. I couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't take a breath. Not fair, this shouldn't hurt, death should be quick... The fire sank deeper, bone-deep, as if my internal organs were charring and baking.

All the pain was on the inside, shimmering like lava. On the outside, I remained limp.

Apparently, already gone.

What was keeping me here?

Lewis lowered me to the deck. I could sense what he was feeling. He was full of horror and guilt for what he'd done to me, even though he'd known that it was necessary. It was toxic in its intensity, truly shocking. I didn't know how he could live with it.

Or if he could.

In the breathless silence, Cherise's voice sounded very small. "What did you do to her?"

"I killed her," Lewis said, and closed my eyes. I felt tears slide down my temples as he did - could the dead cry? - and felt his fingertips brush across my forehead in the old familiar gesture. "I had to kill her." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that.

Nobody spoke. Cherise pulled in a deep, trembling breath, then let it out in a rush. "You're lying. She's not dead. No way. Not Jo."

One of the Earth Wardens who'd just wasted all that time and effort on healing me knelt down and pressed cool fingers to my neck, then bent over to listen to my chest. He checked my eyes, which were fixed and out of focus.

"She's gone," he said. "Christ, Lewis."

"She's not gone, " Cherise insisted. There was a rising tide of alarm in her voice. The river Denial, flooding its banks. "She can't be gone. Check her again."

"Cherise - " Kevin tried to head her off.

"No! Check her again!"

They did. One of the other Wardens even tried reviving me - pumping my chest, breathing for me.

My body was an inert lump of clay, and inside it my mind was shrieking, trapped and unable to get free.

"She's gone," Lewis repeated again dully, with a hitch of agony in his voice. He thought I was dead, I could feel that. Whatever was anchoring me here, in this dying shell, was something he couldn't touch. "We have to let David say good-bye."

"You can't do that, man. He'll kill you," Kevin said. He sounded absolutely sure of it. "No. I'm not letting David anywhere near this. There's no way he won't rip us all into meat for doing this to her."

"Give me the bottle."

"No."

"I'm not going to ask again. Give it to me. "

"No!"

There was some kind of struggle, and then Kevin cursed in an unsteady whisper. Cherise was weeping as if her heart was breaking. From everyone else in the small boat came silence, rapid breathing, waves of distress and fear.

God, please, let me go,I begged. My brain should have been off by now, letting me escape into the comfortable dark, but instead I could feel my nerves slowly dying, my cells screaming for oxygen. Nothing I could do to stop it, either.

I was feeling my body die on a cellular level. God, would I be around for the rest of it?

Feeling the dead cells turn into sludge and soup? Decomposing?

I didn't want to be trapped in this body as it slowly decayed, with no hope of release or rescue.

I realized, very slowly, that what was binding me here was one tiny thread of silver, stretching through the navel of my body and out through the aetheric.

Davidwas holding me here, but he couldn't save me. His power wasn't mine to touch, and it wasn't his, either, not as long as someone else held his bottle and he was trapped inside it.

"Lewis - don't do this, man," Kevin said. I'd never heard that tone in his voice before, so pleading. "I'm begging you. Don't. It's not fucking fair. "

"I'm not doing it because it's fair," Lewis said. "I have to do it because it's right. It doesn't matter how long we wait; when we let him out of that bottle, his grief will be exactly the same. So let him out now. Please."

The darkness that Bad Bob had put inside of me battered at the prison of my dead body, fighting to reactivate it. To stay alive.

Without the energy of my body sustaining the darkness, it was growing weaker. Dying along with me.

I felt a whisper of power scent the air as the cap came off of David's prison. I felt him battering furiously at the glass, trying to shatter his way free.

Oh, you fool, Lewis. He'll destroy you.

"David," Lewis said. "Come out."

Wind blasted through the boat, pinning people against the walls, and a wild-eyed angel dropped out of heaven to gather me in his arms.

The sound that came out of him was some horrible cross between a scream and a growl -

inhuman, furious, insane with grief. I couldn't move. I couldn't control my eyes to focus on his face, so his expression was mercifully blurred.

Suddenly, I felt the pressure of darkness inside me ease. Bad Bob had lost interest in me.

Dead, I was of no use to him, none at all. The thick, toxic sludge of power inside me began to bleed away.

But it wasn't gone.Not yet.

Lewis said, "David, please understand. You can't bring her back. Not this time." David's voice was a raw, bloody scream. "She's not gone!" He could touch me. See me. Feel my ghostly presence. He hugged my limp form to his chest and rocked back and forth, his face hidden in my hair.

"Let me save her," he whispered. "Order me to save her." I felt Lewis shudder. "No. David, you have to let her go. She's damaged. She can't fight him off anymore. It's time to let her go." He paused, and then said, with absolute precision,

"I'm ordering you to let her die, David."

The silence in the boat was as deep as the ocean. So was the sense of pressure. Even my dead flesh could feel it.

"I'll kill you for this," David said. There was nothing in his voice - no emotion, no hate, no grief. Nothing but simple declaration of intent. "I'll rip you apart one cell at a time, and you'll live a thousand years through the pain. I might even let you scream, if you beg me." He was utterly serious. He would torture Lewis. He'd do it with the kind of cold distance that the Djinn reserved for those they truly, deeply, madly hated.

He'd do it for me.

"Listen to me," Lewis said, and if he was afraid, it didn't show in his voice. "I'm ordering you not to save her. I'm ordering you to cut the cord and let her go. "

"Well, that's a paradox," David said. He still sounded eerily calm, almost relaxed. "Because if I let her go, it destroys the vow that binds me to the bottle, and that means I'm free.

Free to pull you apart, Lewis. Free to order the brutal, screaming death of every last one of your kind. Do you really think I won't?" There was madness in him, I realized. Terrible, burning madness, and Kevin was right - letting David free was a death sentence for Lewis.

Not just for him, though. For the Wardens. For everyone.

In this moment, David was a bigger threat to humanity than anything Bad Bob had ever dreamed.

I didn't want to linger like this. I wanted to tell him it was all right, that Lewis had done it for a reason, a good one, and I didn't really mind. The darkness was dripping out of me in an invisible stain on the deck. I felt... clear, at last. Finally, myself again.

I couldn't bring myself back to life; it violated all the laws of the universe. All I could do, now that I was clear of Bad Bob's influence again, was choose to die. But if I did that, if I severed the cord holding me and David together, the result would be the same; he'd be lost, and alone, and mad with fury and grief.