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They would miss her, wonder about her. Peabody knew her last location, and they would check it out.
And what good would that do her?
Eve closed her eyes to wait for calm. She was on her own, she told herself. And she meant to survive.
The mirrored wall slid open and Selina, draped in an open black robe, slipped through. “Ah, you’re awake. I wanted you awake and aware before we started.”
Alban stepped in behind her. He wore a similar robe and the fierce, toothed mask of a boar. Saying nothing, he picked up a thick candle, set it between Eve’s thighs. He stepped back, lifted an ivory-handled athame from a black pillow, then held it aloft.
“Now, we begin.”
Roarke opened the door of his car when his pocket ’link beeped. He whipped it out. “Eve?”
“It’s Jamie. I know where she is. They’ve got her. You have to hurry.”
“Where is she?” As he spoke, Roarke climbed behind the wheel.
“That Cross bitch. They’ve got her inside the apartment. Or I think they do. I lost transmission when they got her out of the car.”
Roarke didn’t wait, but pushed the accelerator and flew through traffic. “What transmission?”
“I bugged her car. I wanted to know what was going on. I planted a transmitter. I heard stuff tonight. Cross told her to put the car on auto, go to the apartment. Dallas must’ve been drugged or something, because she sounded weird. And Cross said how she’d killed my grandfather and Alice.” His voice flooded with tears. “She killed them both. And kids. And Christ…”
“Where are you?”
“I’m right outside their place. I’m going in.”
“Stay out. Goddamn it, you listen to me. Stay out. I’ll be there in two minutes. Call the cops. Report a break-in, a fire, anything, but get them there. Understand me?”
“She killed my sister.” Jamie’s voice was suddenly calm and cold. “And I’m going to kill her.”
“Stay out,” Roarke repeated, swearing as the transmission ended. Digging for control, he called Mavis’s, snapped out a demand for Peabody when the call was answered with wild laughter.
He was already pulling up at Selina’s building when Peabody answered. “Roarke. Feeney and I are heading to Spirit Quest right—”
“She’s not there. Cross has her, most likely in the apartment building. I’m there now, and I’m going in.”
“Jesus, don’t do anything crazy. I’ll call for a cruiser. Feeney and I are on our way.”
“There’s a young boy in there, too. You’d better hurry.”
With no weapon but his wits and his will, he rushed the door.
They were chanting over her. Alban had lighted a fire in a black cauldron and the smoke was thick and overly sweet. Selina had discarded her robe and was now slowly rubbing glistening oil over her body.
“Ever been raped by a woman? I’m going to hurt you when I do it. So will he. And we won’t kill you quickly, the way we did Lobar, the way we told Mirium to kill Trivane. It’s going to be slow and unspeakably painful.”
Eve’s head was clear now, brutally clear. Her wrists burned, slicked with her own blood as she continued to strain against the straps. “Is this how you call up your demons? Your religion’s a sham. You just like to rape and kill. It makes you a degenerate, just like any creep crawling in the gutter.”
Selina brought her hand back, whipped it down hard over Eve’s face. “I want to kill her now.”
“Soon, my love.” Alban crooned it. “You don’t want to rush the moment.”
He reached into a box, pulled a black cockerel out. It clucked and squawked, wings flapping as Alban held it over Eve’s body. He spoke in Latin now, his voice musical, as he took the knife and sliced off the head. Blood gushed out, steaming over Eve’s torso. Beside her, Selina moaned in ecstasy.
“Blood, for the master.”
“Yes, my love.” He turned to her. “The master must have blood.” And very calmly, very quickly, he raked the knife over Selina’s throat. “You have been so…tedious,” he murmured when she stumbled back, breath gurgling as she grabbed at her throat. “Useful, but tedious.”
