ADAM DROVE US BACK TO THE CAMPGROUND. ONCE there, he wrapped me in a blanket in the pa.s.senger seat of the truck, which he"d left running with the air-conditioning on. The air-conditioning was for me, and I was pretty sure the blanket was for him-the shield that he wished he could put around me, Jesse, and the pack, so we wouldn"t come to harm.
"We could wait until tomorrow to leave," I told him. "You look tired. I"m not as bad as I look."
He kissed me. "Mercy," he said, "you are every bit as bad off as you look. I was there when they did the repair work. The drugs they gave you in the hospital are going to wear off before long, and the replacements aren"t nearly as good. I want you home when that happens. This campground is crawling with reporters and all sorts of official personnel who want to study the Columbia River Monster. I really don"t want to spend a night here. But most importantly"-he made a sound that was half a sigh and half a laugh, then whispered in my ear-"I"m afraid of what will happen if we stay one more day on our honeymoon. We"ll give it six months, and I"ll take you somewhere-San Diego, New York-h.e.l.l, even Paris, if that"s where you want to go. But I need to get you home today."
He shut the door and went out to pack up our campsite. I dozed a little before the sound of a truck woke me up. There had been lots of cars and trucks driving in and out-Adam hadn"t bothered to shut the gate after we"d left for the hospital. But the rumble of this engine was familiar. I had to blink several times to clear my vision and confirm it was in fact Jim Alvin"s truck. He stopped several times along the way to our campsite, talking to various officials. He had a smile on his face, so I expect they were people he knew.
He parked his truck, then stopped to talk to Adam for a while, too. Finally, he came to the truck I was in and opened my door.
He took a good look and whistled through his teeth. "Calvin told me he thought you"d done it by the skin of your teeth-and I think that might be the only skin you have left."
"Have you seen Coyote?" I asked.
The smile in his eyes died. "No. But you know that he"ll either show up again or else he"s off in the other camp playing with his friends. Coyote always comes out all right in the end."
"Other camp?"
"With the people who have gone before him," he said.
"What about Gordon Seeker?"
"It will work out all right in the end, Mercy." He hit the side of the doorframe lightly with a knuckle. "I wanted to thank you for doing what I couldn"t."
I blinked at him a bit, sorting through my muddled thoughts until I found the one I wanted. "It took us all."
"Yes," he agreed. "But I still have two good legs and most of my skin."
""Sall right," I a.s.sured him earnestly. "I"m not feeling any pain right now."
He looked at me intently, then smiled. "What tribe are you from, Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman?"
"Blackfeet," I told him, the answer coming automatically. "Who told you about the Athena part?"
He smiled mysteriously. "Some things are better kept secret. Blackfeet, eh? Are you sure it"s not Blackfoot?"
I frowned at him.
"I think you are taking something precious home with you from this trip," he told me. "Remember who you are. Good dreams, Mercy. I"ll call you if I see Gordon or Coyote if you will do the same."
"All right." I closed my eyes because they wouldn"t stay open any longer. "If your car doesn"t work, bring it on by."
He laughed and shut the door.
ADAM WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE DRUGS: BOTH THAT THEY would wear off and that the replacements in the amber plastic bottles wouldn"t do as good a job.
"Next time I go out to kill monsters," I told him as we came into town, "you should do a better job of stopping me."
He took my bandaged hand and kissed it. "I promised you that I wouldn"t do that. Next time, pick a monster who doesn"t live in a river or ocean, and I"ll be more help."
"Okay." I paused and thought about it. "I don"t want a next time."
He sighed. "Me, either."
If I could have moved without moaning, I"d have leaned against him. I settled for leaving my hand on his thigh where he"d put it.
"But if there is," I told him, "and evidence suggests that there will be-I"d rather fight monsters with you than with anyone else I can think of."
"I have a confession to make," he told me. "I wanted to wait until you were a little closer to your usual fighting weight, but I don"t think it will work."
"You found a cute waitress, and now you want a divorce," I said.
He laughed. "No. But I"ll look for one at the next available opportunity."
"Cool. I found a handsome nurse, but I think he liked you better than he liked me."
"Seriously," he said. "I did something I shouldn"t have."
I was still feeling a little muddled, so I"m not sure if my sudden insight came from our mating bond or from the fact that he sounded a little too much like my mother did when she told my little sister that she"d found her diary and read it. Since I"d told Nan that she shouldn"t write anything down she didn"t want someone to read, I"d been surprised by how upset my mother was. Turned out that Nan figured that if someone was going to sneak and read her diary, they deserved what they got. It took her about ten minutes to convince Mom she wasn"t dealing drugs to pay for her abortion.
"You read the letters," I said, doing my best to sound offended.
"I read the letter you wrote to me."
I yawned, and it sort of ruined my pretense of indignation. I patted whatever part of him I could reach. "That"s okay," I told him. "It had your name on it."
We drove for a while more before he spoke again. "I love you, too."
I smiled at him without opening my eyes. "I know you do."
I dozed a little, and, before I knew it, we"d pulled into Adam"s driveway. Someone would have to back the thing out, but it wouldn"t be me, so I decided not to worry about it.
The screen door opened, and Jesse bubbled out.
"Dad. Hey, Dad. Why"re you home early? Someone from your office came and left a big package that says it"s a wheelchair in the garage. Is that what it is? Why did we get a wheelchair?"
I opened my door and contemplated the difficulties of making it down to the ground while Adam hugged Jesse. If we"d been in my Rabbit, I could have gotten out on my own, because my Rabbit doesn"t have a three-and-a-half-foot drop to the ground. Not that it would have done me much good, though. I wasn"t going anywhere on my own anyway.
Jesse looked up, and her jaw dropped. "Dad," she said in a horrified voice, "what did you do to Mercy?"
UNCLE MIKE WAS NOT HAPPY WHEN I CALLED HIM THE next morning and told him we killed all the otterkin. He did listen when I told him what they had done, though. I gave him an inventory of the damage to my person (I"d quit taking anything but over-the-counter painkillers and was feeling whiny).
"How many st.i.tches?" he asked when I was through. many st.i.tches?" he asked when I was through.
"One hundred and forty-two," I told him. "And four staples. And all all of them itch." of them itch."
It wasn"t so bad when I had a distraction. Since I couldn"t do anything, that meant talking to people. I was home alone right now-which was why I"d decided to call Uncle Mike and fill him in.
"And do you know, when you have a broken hand and a giant cut under your arm, crutches don"t work, and neither does a wheelchair unless you have a minion to wheel you around. My good hand is burnt, so I can"t even turn circles."
"I think I"ll pitch it to the Gray Lords as suicide by werewolf," he said after a long moment of silence. "Anyone who hurts you in front of Adam is too stupid to live anyway."
"Adam only killed five of them. I killed the other one." I paused. "Okay, not quite. I was holding the walking stick when it killed him."
There was a long pause. "Oh?"
I told him about using the walking stick to kill the river devil, what the otterkin had told me afterward, and how the walking stick had killed him.
"You quenched Lugh"s walking stick in the blood of an ancient Native American monster?"
"I screwed up?"
He sighed. "What else was there to be doing? If you hadn"t used it, you"d be dead-and there would be a monster loose eating people. But there"s no denying that it"s not a good thing. Violence begets violence-especially when there"s magic involved."
"What should I do with it?"
"What can can you do? Try not to kill anyone else with it." you do? Try not to kill anyone else with it."
"Can I give it to you?" It wasn"t that I was afraid of it-I didn"t even know what was wrong with it. It was that I had failed to keep it safe. It should go to someone who would take better care of it.
"We tried that before, remember?" Uncle Mike said. "It didn"t work."
"The oakman used it to kill a vampire. Why didn"t that do anything to it?"
"I don"t know," Uncle Mike said. "But if I were to guess, it would be because it wasn"t the oakman"s walking stick-it was yours. Intent and ownership are pretty powerful magic."
"Oh." I remembered the last thing I needed to talk to him about. "About your trailer. Do you have a favorite body shop? If not, I know a few people."
SIX DAYS LATER I WAS CHANNEL SURFING IN THE BAs.e.m.e.nT TV room when I heard someone set foot on the top of the stairs.
"Go away," I said.
I was tired of everyone, which was ungracious of me. But I don"t like being dependent-it makes me cranky. I needed someone to carry me upstairs and downstairs. I needed someone to help me outside and inside. I even needed someone to help me into the bathroom because none of the bathroom doors were big enough for a wheelchair. It hadn"t been so bad when Adam was here, but he"d had to leave two days ago and tend to some disaster in Texas. He wouldn"t have gone, except that it had something to do with some hush-hush government installation, and he was the only one in the company with high enough clearance to deal with it.
Today was particularly grim as I"d gone to a doctor"s appointment where I"d hoped to get a walking cast-and instead had been told I had to stay off the leg entirely for at least two weeks. Warren had carried me and my wheelchair down the stairs and then proceeded to hover. I finally asked him to leave me alone in a manner that I"d have to apologize for when I was through feeling sorry for myself-and when Jesse got home from her date, because I"d left my cell phone in my coat, which was upstairs in the kitchen. The only phone in the bas.e.m.e.nt was down three stairs. To top it off, my leg had objected to all the abuse and now wouldn"t quit throbbing. The acetaminophen wasn"t cutting it. So I was sitting in front of the TV with my eyes leaking, and I didn"t want any witnesses.
The feet on the stairs just kept coming. I was supposed to be alone in the house, but Adam"s house generally had pack members showing up at all hours anyway.
"I said-"
"Go away," said Stefan. "I heard you."
He didn"t increase his speed, which was kind of him because it let me wipe my eyes before he could see me.
"I"d turn around," I said with some bitterness, "but my doctor tells me that I"ve been damaging my hands, and I"ll have scarring if I keep it up. So I can"t even make the d.a.m.ned thing go in circles anymore."
Stefan stepped around in front of me and turned off the TV so the room was shrouded in darkness. He crouched so he was eye to eye with me.
"Warren called me as soon as the sun set," he said, brushing my hair back from my face with his thumbs. "He said-and I quote-"It"s time to pay up, Stefan. We"ve been trying, but we"re all out of options.""
I raised my chin. "I"m fine. You can tell Warren they can all have the rest of the week off. They don"t have to stick around and cater to me. I"ll be fine." I"d figure out a way to get me and my bent leg cast in and out of the bathroom myself. Somehow.
"Mercy," he said gently. "It"s not that they don"t want to help-they can"t. You"ve told them all to leave you alone. With Adam gone, you"re the highest power in the pack, and they can"t gainsay you. Warren told me that they were down to leaving you with pack members he couldn"t be happy about."
That had never occurred to me. And explained why Auriele and Darryl hadn"t been back, even after I"d sent them an e-mail apologizing for yelling at them. I know e-mail apologies are lame, but it was the only way I could be sure not to grump at them some more.
"You need to tell them they can come back to the house and talk to you-and help you do whatever you need. Just as you would help them if they needed it. Warren asked me to explain that they certainly understand the need to snap and snarl a bit."
Chagrined at my stupidity, I nodded.
"But not tonight," he said. "Tonight you have me. Would you like to go for a stroll? It"s still pretty warm out. I brought over some games if you"d rather. I believe you are partial to Battleship."
I sighed in resignation. "I have to go to the bathroom."
He hauled me in and out without embarra.s.sment-on his part anyway. Then he took me for a walk down by the river. He carried me because the ground was too rough for a wheelchair. It could have been uncomfortable, but he paid no attention to the forced intimacy, so I didn"t have to, either. I"d been trying to be as little trouble as possible, so the only time I"d been outside since we"d gotten back from Maryhill was to go to doctor"s appointments.
"You look better," I told him. It was true; he was still on the lean side, but he no longer looked like a stiff wind would carry him away.
"I took a trip to Portland last week and brought back a couple of people," he said, sounding sad. Vampires didn"t hunt for their sheep, the people they would keep in their menageries, in their own territories. "I tried to find people I thought would blend in with the rest, but we"re still having territorial negotiations. I need a few more, but I"ll wait until things settle down. Warren said that he and Ben were happy to continue to be food until I didn"t need them anymore."
I patted his shoulder. "I hate being dependent, too. It sucks."
He gave a rueful laugh. "We do seem to be in the same boat, no? I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it. Now, why don"t you tell me of your adventures? I"ve heard quite a bit from Warren, of course, but I prefer to get the story from the source whenever possible."
So he walked and I talked until I was hoa.r.s.e and cold. Then we went inside and played Battleship.
"B-7," I SAID.
"Miss." He was gloating because he was working his way down my last and biggest ship, and I was still looking for his two-peg patrol boat. "C-2."
"Hit and you know it," I grumped.
He looked at me, then his eyes focused over my shoulder.
"D-4," said Coyote.
Stefan came to his feet, and said, "Who are you?" at about the same time I turned my chair around regardless of scarring my hands up, and said, "Am I glad to see you. We were worried."
"Of course you were," Coyote told me. He stared at me a moment. "Mercy, what did you do to yourself?"
"River Devil and otterkin," I said.
His thumb brushed under my eye, and he held it up. "You are leaking, Mercy. Maybe you need a few more st.i.tches."
I laughed and wiped my face. "All my st.i.tches come out in four more days. I thought you were dead."
"I was," he said. "That"s what the plan was. Don"t you remember? Why do you have a vampire in your bas.e.m.e.nt?" He narrowed his gaze at Stefan, and with ill-concealed hostility said, "Vampires kill walkers."
"Mercy," said Stefan, "is this Coyote?"