Howard had rolled up his pants and was standing knee-deep in the lake. He leaned over, concentrating, then suddenly swoosh! He scooped a fish out and tossed it onto the beach.
Abigail smiled. He fished just like a bear.
Soon he had a dozen fish on the beach.
"Are we supposed to eat all of these?" she asked.
Rajiv grinned. "Howard is big bear. He eat eight."
The were-bear lumbered out of the lake, then pulled a knife from his belt and hacked the heads off the fish.
"Fish heads!" Rajiv grabbed two heads and rinsed them out in the lake. "Good for hot pot." He dropped them into the pot with the chicken feet.
Howard beheaded all the fish while Rajiv insisted he was throwing away the best part.
"I have noodles." Rajiv ran into the cave and came back with a bag of noodles he dumped into the pot. Howard retrieved a frying pan and some oil from the cave.
Late that afternoon, they feasted on Rajiv's noodle soup and Howard's fried fish.
Abigail sat on the beach, propped up against a boulder, gazing at the karsts on the south side of the lake. "I'd like to see those close up."
"We have a boat," Rajiv said.
"We do? I didn't see it."
Rajiv smiled. "We hide it good. You want to go across the lake?"
"No," Howard said sharply. "She can't leave the island."
She winced. It was happening again. She was being told what she wasn't allowed to do. The Vamps had wanted her to stay in Japan. She'd had a hard time convincing Gregori to bring her back here, and now she was just sitting here spinning her wheels.
She motioned to the sun, which was lowering in the west. "Don't we need to go to the village over there?"
Howard nodded. "It's three miles across the hills. The Vamps haven't been there before, so we'll have to hike."
"In the dark?" That might not bother the Vamps, but she preferred hiking in sunlight. "Why don't we hike over there now, then when the sun sets, we can call the Vamps and they'll teleport over?"
Howard frowned. "I'm sorry, but you're not leaving this island until the Vamps wake up."
She clenched her fists and released them. Was this what life would be like with Gregori? Always waiting for him to wake up?
She stood. "I'm taking a walk."
She paced around the island, feeling more and more trapped, more and more upset. Why did Gregori lie about his death-sleep? Was there anything else he was hiding from her?
She made a complete circle and sat on a boulder by the cave entrance. Rajiv washed his pot in the lake, then doused the fire. Howard retrieved his box of donuts from the cave and gave her one as a peace offering.
She ate and watched the sun lower on the horizon. The lake sparkled. The sunset painted the sky with shades of pink, orange, and gold. It was absolutely beautiful. It was something she could never share with Gregori.
Tears came to her eyes. That was what really had her upset. She was completely, totally in love with Gregori. She'd realized that when she thought she'd lost him.
But what kind of life could she have with someone who was literally dead all day long? Would she end up wishing away her days, putting her life on hold, while she waited for him to wake up?
Her parents would never approve. She sighed. More people telling her what she couldn't do.
The last rays of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. She zipped up her jacket.
"I'll go see if they're up." Howard went inside the cave.
She turned toward the entrance. She could barely see it in the moonlight, but she heard some mumbling voices inside. A loud voice shouted, Gregori's voice.
"What? Shit!"
She winced. Howard must have told him.
Gregori ran outside, a bottle of blood in his hand. He paused on the beach, facing her.
Rajiv stalked toward him. "You make Miss Abby cry," he growled, then strode inside the cave, leaving her alone with Gregori.
Chapter Twenty-four
Abigail remained sitting on the boulder. She didn't know whether to yell at Gregori for being dead or cry with joy that he was now alive.
He took a sip of blood and approached her. "I heard you were upset."
She scoffed. "That's putting it mildly. You didn't tell me you would be dead."
"I said I slept like I was dead."
"It wasn't like death. It was death. You should have warned me."
He took another sip. "I tried to tell you twice. Once here and again in the tub."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She stood. "I asked you about it at the nightclub, and you said it was just a sleep. You lied to me!"
He winced. "Abby, we're totally vulnerable in our death-sleep. And I have thousands of Vamps depending on me to keep them safe. There was no way I could let the government know how easy we are to kill during the day."
"I'm not the government."
"You work for them."
She flinched. "You don't trust me."
He paused.
Anger flared inside her. "You don't trust me!"
Someone cleared his throat, and she glanced to the side. J.L. was standing on the beach with the other three guys.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we're moving out." J.L. motioned to the west. "When we spot the village, we'll give you a call, so you can teleport over."
Gregori nodded. "All right."
J.L. and Russell each grabbed hold of a shifter, then they teleported away.
She sat back down on the boulder. "How can you claim to love me if you don't trust me?"
Gregori stiffened. "It's not a claim, dammit. It's the truth. And maybe I didn't trust you very much at the nightclub. That was a few days ago before we . . . got closer. I do trust you now."
He stepped toward her. "I was lying there completely helpless. I would have never fallen into my death-sleep with you next to me if I didn't know I could trust you."
Tears misted her eyes. "I hate to think of you dying every day at sunrise."
"I don't enjoy it much, either." He drank more blood. "I'm sorry it upset you."
She blinked away the tears. "I was terrified. I thought I'd lost you."
He moved close to her. "Sweetheart, you can't lose me."
She swatted at his arm. "I even tried to revive you with CPR."
"You did mouth-to-mouth on me?" His white teeth flashed in the dark. "I'm sorry I missed it."
"It's not funny."
"I'm not laughing. I'm just deliriously happy that you care so much about me."
She sighed. "I don't see how it can work."
His smile vanished. "What do you mean? We're doing just fine."
"I couldn't do anything this afternoon. I had to wait for you to wake up." She motioned toward the karsts that she could no longer see in the dark. "I couldn't even go look at the rocks."
"I'll take you there."
"That's not the point. I wanted to go, but I wasn't allowed to. It's like I traded one set of prison guards for another."
"Only while we're here in China. Abby, it'll be different once we're home. I would never imprison you. I know how much you value your freedom."
"Because it's always been so scarce."
"You'll have more freedom with me than you would with a mortal guy. You can do anything during the day, and I can't stop you. Hell, you could even have an affair during the day, and I wouldn't know."
"I wouldn't do that!"
"Well, that's good news." He set his bottle on the boulder next to her and grasped her hands. "Abby, I'll give you all the freedom and love that I can. We can make this work. Trust me."
Tears crowded her eyes once more. "I love you, Gregori."
He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. "I love you, too."
She held on to him in the moonlight for a long time. He stroked her hair.
"Is there anything else I should know about you?" she asked. "You don't turn into a fruit bat or something?"
"Well, there is something."
She leaned back. "What?"
"I love disco."
She grimaced. "You're kidding."
"Is it a deal breaker?"
She smiled. "It's close." She nestled her head against his chest. She loved him, and he loved her. Somehow, it would all work out. She needed to trust in their love.
J.L. called to let them know they'd sighted the village. She grabbed a flashlight and a bottle of water, then Gregori teleported her there.
They landed on the crest of a hill overlooking a valley where the village was situated.
J.L. hung up his phone. "No flashlights, please. We don't want to announce our presence to the villagers."
"What villagers?" Russell muttered as he scanned the valley. "I see chickens. Cows. No people."
"Maybe they at church," Rajiv suggested. "Or party."
"We would see lights," Howard grumbled.
"Strange," J.L. murmured. "Where did all the people go?"
An uneasy feeling crept along Abigail's skin. She squinted but could barely see the village in the dark. "Is there any smoke coming from chimneys? Any signs of life at all?"
Gregori shook his head. "Nothing."
"I go look," Rajiv offered.
"I'll go with you." J.L. started downhill with the were-tiger.
The closer they came to the village, the more anxious Abigail became. Something was seriously wrong.
J.L. and Rajiv reached the edge of the village and stopped. J.L. called out in Mandarin Chinese.
No answer.
Rajiv shouted in the Bai language.
No response.
Abigail's uneasy feeling spiked into alarm. She sprinted down the hill.
"Abby!" Gregori followed her.
She reached the valley and turned on her flashlight. Gregori stopped beside her. She moved the beam of light around. Chickens pecked in the grass. A few cows were gathered in a pen.
They joined J.L. and Rajiv at the edge of the village. The main street was empty. No sound came from any of the buildings. Tables lined the street, covered with fruit and vegetables. A market with no buyers or sellers.
J.L. gave her a worried look. "I'm not sure if it's safe for us to investigate."
She aimed her flashlight beam at one of the tables and gasped. The food was rotting.
"Oh my God," she whispered, stepping back. "Don't touch anything."
"You think people sick?" Rajiv pointed at the insects buzzing around the food. "The bugs okay."
The cows and chickens were all right, too. And she couldn't detect the odor of decaying bodies, so that was an encouraging sign. "The villagers could still be extremely ill. Or for some reason, they all ran away."
"And left everything behind?" Gregori asked softly.
She winced. J.L.'s warning about the Demon Herb flitted through her mind. Those who go looking for it are never seen again.
"I could look around," Rajiv offered. "I would be okay. I have seven more lives."
She stiffened. "What?"
He grinned. "Were-cats have nine lives. I still have eight more. I be okay."
Stunned, she watched him head for the first building. "He has nine lives?"
"Eight," J.L. corrected her. "He lost one, so he's what you call a level two cat shifter, which means he can shift whenever he likes."
"Oh. Okay." She forced her mind to wrap around that strange bit of information. Good Lord, less than a week ago she wouldn't have believed any of this. Yet here she was in China with vampires and shape shifters, and something seriously bad going down in this village.
"Don't touch anything," she reminded Rajiv.
He nodded and kicked the door in. He looked inside.
"What do you see?" J.L. shouted.
"People," he called back, then stepped inside.
She held her T-shirt over her mouth and nose, waiting for him to return. A feeling of doom settled over her.
Rajiv came out and waved at them. Then he went into the next building, checked it out, and ran back to them.
"They all asleep," he reported. "They even lay on floors, sleeping."
"Like a death-sleep?" Gregori asked.
Rajiv shook his head. "No. I poke them with my shoe, and they groan. They still alive. Just sleeping."
Abigail swallowed hard. She'd come here to discover a way to help her mother. What if she brought back a terrible disease? "Did they look ill? Were they pale or sweaty? Was there any sign of vomiting?"
Rajiv shook his head. "They look fine to me."
She took a deep breath. "I'll have to examine them."
"No," Gregori said sharply. "You'll do nothing to risk yourself."
"They need help," she insisted.
"We'll find a way to alert the authorities," J.L. said. "For now, our top priority is keeping you safe."
"Let's go." Gregori grabbed her and teleported back to the top of the hill.
J.L. and Rajiv materialized beside them.
"Well?" Russell asked.
"They all asleep," Rajiv said.
She shook her head. "It's not normal. I'm afraid it's some kind of disease. And we've all been exposed."
"Did you see anything else that was unusual?" J.L. asked Rajiv.
Rajiv shook his head. "They look fine. But they all have tattoo on arm." He pointed to the inside of his right wrist. "It was something in Chinese."