This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
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<strong>of</strong> all things, would Marie ask me if I knew how Gregor got out? She knew I didn’t know how he’d slipped Mencheres’s prison. No one knew, not<br />
even Mencheres. Plus, that was <strong>the</strong> last thing I’d care about, being crazed from <strong>the</strong> connection to <strong>the</strong> dead that I’d absorbed from her . . .<br />
“Holy shit!” I burst out, shooting upward so fast that <strong>the</strong> couch flipped over from my momentum.<br />
Bones was on his feet, gaze darting around and a knife already in his grip. I waved that away with an almost feverish swipe <strong>of</strong> my hand, stomping<br />
over hard enough that I should have left dents in <strong>the</strong> floor.<br />
“Gregor.” I seized Bones by <strong>the</strong> shoulders, barely noticing that his eyebrows shot up at that name. “He escaped from Mencheres’s prison,<br />
something no one should’ve been able to do with how smart and powerful granddaddy pharaoh is, right? But Gregor got away, leaving no sign how<br />
he did it. Don’t you see? We thought he must’ve hatched a clever getaway plan himself, but <strong>the</strong> fucker didn’t do a thing!”<br />
Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> my eye, I saw Mencheres and Kira exchange a concerned glance with Bones.<br />
“Kitten,” he said, in <strong>the</strong> same tone I’d heard Bones use on trauma victims when he thought <strong>the</strong>y were only a harsh syllable away from a complete<br />
mental breakdown. “You’re upset over everything that’s happened recently. It’s natural to fixate on something from <strong>the</strong> past when <strong>the</strong> present feels<br />
overwhelming—”<br />
That made me laugh with a maniacal sort <strong>of</strong> amusement, causing his brow to furrow even more.<br />
“Luv, perhaps—” he tried again.<br />
“No one can hide from death,” I cut him <strong>of</strong>f, deep satisfaction filling me as <strong>the</strong> last piece <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> puzzle fell into place. Marie said that, but I hadn’t<br />
pondered it as promised. For <strong>the</strong> past several days, I’d been too numb with grief to think about anything but losing Don. Before that, I was busy<br />
chasing my tail trying to find leads on Apollyon, plus also trying to mute my new connection with ghosts—and still being so pissed at Marie for what<br />
she’d done.<br />
No one, not even our kind, she’d stressed. Death travels <strong>the</strong> world and passes through even <strong>the</strong> thickest walls we protect ourselves with . . .<br />
When you truly understand what it means, you’ll know how to defeat Apollyon . . . God, she’d given me all <strong>the</strong> pieces. I just hadn’t put <strong>the</strong>m toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
“Marie said that before she sicced those Remnants on you and blackmailed me into drinking her blood,” I went on, my voice rising. “I thought she<br />
was just threatening me in a cryptic way—you know how she loves to be all freaky and mysterious—but she was trying to help us.”<br />
Gregor hadn’t gotten himself out <strong>of</strong> Mencheres’s prison. Marie had found him by using <strong>the</strong> one thing that no one could hide from: ghosts. She<br />
probably used Remnants to break him out; not even Mencheres’s guards could have protected <strong>the</strong>mselves against those. Marie might have hated<br />
Gregor, but her loyalty wouldn’t allow her to abandon her sire.<br />
It fit with her ruthless practicality as well. Marie had wanted to be free from Gregor. That wouldn’t happen as long as he was imprisoned, and<br />
Marie had admitted she knew why Mencheres locked him up. So with letting Gregor out—and him coming straight for me—Marie knew Bones<br />
would try to kill him. He hadn’t, but I’d done it, accomplishing her objective for her, all without her being in direct violation <strong>of</strong> her oath to her sire.<br />
The devil’s in <strong>the</strong> details, I’d told that ghoul at <strong>the</strong> drive-in. Yes it was, and <strong>the</strong> clever voodoo queen appeared to be a master at details. The same<br />
loyalty that wouldn’t let Marie kill Gregor herself also wouldn’t let her ally herself against her fellow ghouls in a brewing war, but yet again, Marie had<br />
found a way around that. She’d forced me to drink her blood, giving me <strong>the</strong> same power she had. Helping us against Apollyon in a way that couldn’t<br />
be traced back to her, considering how we’d been sure to keep quiet about what occurred between Marie and me in <strong>the</strong> cemetery.<br />
“God, that woman’s a hell <strong>of</strong> a lot more devious than I gave her credit for!” I exclaimed.<br />
Bones glanced behind me, with just <strong>the</strong> barest inclination <strong>of</strong> his head. I walked away from him, muttering, “Don’t worry. You don’t need to have<br />
Mencheres break out <strong>the</strong> invisible straitjacket again. I haven’t gone crazy. I just didn’t understand until now.”<br />
He still looked like he was debating having Mencheres lay <strong>the</strong> power whammy on me, so I sat down by Kira in a very deliberate manner, folding<br />
my hands in my lap. There. Didn’t I look calm and sane?<br />
“Apollyon is as good as caught,” I said, meeting his concerned brown gaze with a purpose that felt like it radiated through me. “He just doesn’t<br />
know it yet.”<br />
Chapter Thirty-four<br />
All <strong>the</strong> garlic and weed’s gone?” I asked Bones as he came in <strong>the</strong> front door. Aside from <strong>the</strong> garlic, it occurred to me that I sounded like a teen<br />
trying to clean up from a big party before her parents got home.<br />
“Far away,” Bones replied. “Took it flying and <strong>the</strong>n dropped it in a lake. It’ll sink, or some lucky sod will have a grand day fishing.”<br />
I’d already scrubbed myself enough to take <strong>of</strong>f a layer <strong>of</strong> skin, let alone all remaining stench from <strong>the</strong> herbs, and thrown out my clo<strong>the</strong>s that had<br />
touched <strong>the</strong>m. I was as ready as I was going to get.<br />
“All right,” I said, looking at Bones, Mencheres, and Kira. “Time to raise <strong>the</strong> dead.”<br />
I went onto our wraparound front porch, staring up at <strong>the</strong> sky to try and clear my head. The stars really were much brighter out in <strong>the</strong> country as