She exploded away from Dani and began trying to tear the runes from her skin, shrieking. They seemed to burn. Good.
Dani whooshed to the ground like a sheet of paper, thin, white, and badly crumpled.
I kicked the Gray Woman. Hard. Again and again. “Fix her.”
She rolled over and hissed up at me.
I raised a fist, dripping blood and runes, flung a third one at her.
She screamed and curled in on herself.
“I said fix her!”
“It is impossible.”
“I don’t believe you. You sucked it out. You can give it back. And if you can’t, I will trap you in your own leprous skin and torture you for eternity. You think you’re hungry now? You have no idea what hunger is. I’ll show you pain. I’ll keep you in a box and make it my personal mission in life to—”
With a snarl of rage and pain, she rolled over and clamped her oozing hands to Dani’s face. “Free passage!” Bloody spittle flew from her lips.
“What?”
“You will not kill me if I do this. You and I will have—how do they say?—détente. We will be comrades. You will owe me.”
“I will give you your life. That’s all you get.”
“I can take hers before you can take mine.”
“Feck that noise,” Dani cried. “Kill the bitch. You ain’t owing her nothing, Mac.”
There was something bothering me. This had the feel of a personal attack. “You don’t kill females. Why did you come after Dani?”
“You killed my mate!” she snarled.
“The Gray Man?”
“He was the only other. Now I hurt you. Get them out of me!”
“Give her back what you took. Make her like she was before and I’ll remove them. Otherwise, I’ll skin you in them.”
She writhed on the pavement.
“By the count of three, bitch. One, two …”
She held up a thin, sucker-covered, oozing hand. “Make oath with me. Free passage or she dies.” She laughed bitterly. “We were separated when we escaped. We were going to hunt together, feed together. Who knows? In this world, perhaps we might have had young. I never saw him alive again.” Her lips peeled back. “Choose. I weary of you.”
“Feck her,” Dani seethed.
“I want more than her life. You will never harm any of mine. I won’t waste my breath explaining to you who is mine. If you think there’s even a minuscule possibility that I might know the person you’re thinking about feeding on, don’t, or our truce ends. Understand?”
“Neither you nor any you consider yours will ever hunt me. Understand?”
“You will leave no trace of your foul touch on her.”
“You will grant me a favor one day.”
“Agreed.”
“No, Mac!” Dani cried.
I pressed my palm to the Gray Woman’s. I felt the sting of a single sucker mouth as it bled me and we made the oath.
“Fix her,” I said. “Now.”
“Can’t fecking believe you did that,” Dani muttered for the tenth time.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, her curly auburn hair more lustrous than ever. She even looked a little plumper, as if she had an extra layer or two of collagen beneath her skin.
“Think she gave you a little extra back, Dani,” I teased. But I wasn’t entirely certain the Gray Woman hadn’t. Dani glowed, her skin shimmered translucent, her eyes were so green they were mesmerizing. Ruby lips pursed in a pretty moue.
“Think my boobs are bigger,” she said with a smirk. Then she sobered. “Shoulda let her kill me, and you know it.”
“Never gonna happen,” I said.
“ ’Stead you went and made some kinda devil deal with the creepy feck.”
“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. We’ll figure it out when it becomes a problem. You’re alive. That’s all that matters.”
Dani keeps it cool, all the time. On the rare occasions she lets you see a feeling, it’s one she’s chosen to paste on her face and let you see. She has a vast arsenal of scowls and disgruntled sneers, she’s nailed every nuance of saucy grins and cocky swaggers known to man, and I suspect she perfected the Look of Death by five.
Her face is naked now, wide open. Unadulterated adoration blazes in her eyes. “This is the best birthday ever! Ain’t never had nobody do something like that for me,” she said wonderingly. “Not even Mom—” She broke off, clamping her lips in a thin line.