“For you,” Briathos said. “The good news is that it will be only a few hours for Jia, too. We will return when we have news.” Briathos and his unit of God Warriors vanished.
Russell rammed his fist into a column. He would go crazy in a week.
Ten minutes later, Russell was sitting on the floor in the palace, leaning against a column that he’d pummeled into submission.
Rajiv took a seat beside him. “Don’t blame yourself. It was my fault. I should have taken her outside.”
Russell shook his head as more tears burned his eyes. “I kept telling her I would protect her, but what did I do for her? First I failed her when she was killed. And now she’s been taken to hell.”
“She told me that she mated with you.”
Memories of their two nights together rushed through Russell’s mind. He dragged a hand with bloody knuckles through his hair. “I don’t blame you if you’re angry. I shouldn’t have done it, but God, I love her so much.”
“I figured as much,” Rajiv admitted. “When Darafer shifted into a wolf to bite you, your first thought was for her safety. Then you let him bite you to keep him from attacking—”
“Don’t,” Russell interrupted him. “I still failed her.”
Rajiv sighed. “When my parents were murdered by Lord Qing, my brother and I moved here to live with Grandfather. And then Jia came here after her parents were murdered. She’s like a sister to me. If you go to hell to rescue her, I’ll be there with you.”
Russell nodded, then hefted himself to his feet. “We’ll get her back somehow.”
Howard peered through the door. “Come on out, guys. Angus wants to see you.”
Russell and Rajiv followed Howard down the palace steps and across the courtyard. It was crowded and noisy with people trying to talk to Russell, but he barely noticed. Angus was at the top of the stairs that led down to the riverbank. Han’s army was still across the river, agitated and restless. No doubt they were wondering what had happened to their leader.
Angus motioned for Russell and Rajiv to join him. “I heard what happened, Russell, and I wanted to let ye know how sorry we are that ye had to—”
“I’m fine,” Russell muttered.
Angus gave him a dubious look. “I also wanted to warn you that once we announce that the war is over, there will be celebrating. It will be a cruel sound for both of you. The war with Han is over and Tiger Town is safe, but the cost was too high for either of you.”
Rajiv nodded, his face harsh with grief.
“I’ll let you do the translating into Chinese.” Angus lifted a bullhorn and turned it on. “Attention all those who are gathered here this evening.”
Voices hushed on both sides of the river.
“There will be no battle tonight,” Angus continued. “Master Han is dead, and the demon Darafer has been banished back to hell.” He passed the bullhorn to Rajiv, who repeated the announcement in Chinese.
Behind them in the courtyard, cheers rang out. Han’s ex-soldiers hooted and clapped, while the were-tigers broke into a joyful rendition of the Tiger Dance. Soon a chant began to echo throughout Tiger Town. “Han is dead! Han is dead!”
Russell clenched his fists hard as more tears burned his eyes. The last of his family was dead by his own hand, and it was cause for celebration.
Han’s army across the river grew noisy as they adjusted to the fact that they were now free.
Angus took the bullhorn back, and after he made a few loud, blaring sounds, the noise on both sides of the river quieted down. “Attention, soldiers across the river. We wish you no harm. You may go home in peace. If you would like to break the bond that Darafer holds over you, we have a medical procedure that can return you to normal. The ex-soldiers you see here have all been freed from the pact with Darafer. If you wish to be set free, lay down your weapons and come to us.”
Rajiv translated the announcement, and the ex-soldiers in the courtyard cheered when they were referred to.
Russell watched the army across the river to see what they would do. A few of the officers on horseback rode away. A handful of foot soldiers drifted off into the woods. But the majority of the army tossed down their weapons and waded into the river, heading for Tiger Town.
“Congratulations.” Howard patted Rajiv on the back. “Your town is safe. And the war is over.”
“It’s not over,” Russell growled. “Not till we have Jia back.”
“You’re right.” Howard gave him a worried look. “We’ll get her back. I’ll go with you.”
Russell snorted. “You can’t go. Your wife is expecting. You can’t risk it.”
“We will all be going with you, lad,” Angus said quietly.
Howard punched him on the shoulder. “See what I’ve been telling you all along? You’re not alone, Russell. You never were.”
The tears that had threatened to fall finally slid down Russell’s face.
Chapter Twenty-two
Night after night passed with no word from the God Warriors. Russell’s impatience grew increasingly hard to bear. All he could do was constantly remind himself that time was different in heaven and hell. Jia’s captivity in hell could be as short as an hour, but even that seemed too long. What if she was suffering? Or afraid?
Each day before dawn, Russell returned to the bat cave for his death-sleep. The other Vamps and shifters were staying in the area, either at Tiger Town, Zoltan’s castle in Transylvania, or Kyo’s mansion in Tokyo. Everyone kept smiling and telling him that Jia would be all right, that she would be saved, but their forced cheerfulness was driving him crazy.