Hot Blooded (Page 48)

“Hurry,” Naomi urged from somewhere above us. I turned and saw her on a high ledge halfway up the hill. “They cannot risk their lives by coming out of the water this far. You will be safe if you can reach us.”

Tyler gained his footing and we all started to run.

“How many supernaturals exist that we have no knowledge about?” Danny cried. “How can we best things we don’t know exist? It’s a bloody minefield around here.”

I heartily agreed. “If this is the beginning of a war, the wolves are going to need an extensive education in all things supernatural.”

Wolves were way too confident about their place at the top of the food chain. A Naiad who occupied a remote part of the world didn’t constitute any alarm whatsoever. But it certainly did now.

“Did you see the size of the ones that surfaced?” Danny said as we continued to climb upward. “I think the one we bested was a wee one.”

“You mean a baby?” I craned my neck around to look back at the stream, but there was no trace of them. “No wonder all she knew how to do was bite me and scream. If that was the baby, there’s no way we’re going head-to-head with a grown-up.”

“Come. Just a little more over this rise,” Naomi urged. “We will be safe here.”

Naomi stood on a shallow ledge just above us, a limp Ray laid out next to her. It was the second time I’d seen him passed out at her feet. Had only one day passed? God, it felt like a lifetime. “Is he alive?”

“There is a faint heartbeat.” Naomi nodded. “He seems to be a strong-minded human.”

“He’s a pigheaded sonofabitch,” I said as I pulled myself onto the rocks. “But it looks like it’s working in his favor this time.”

17

Once we were all on the ledge, I gazed down to the stream. It seemed innocuous, the water calm, nothing disrupting the smooth surface. I knelt next to Ray and ripped the front of his shirt open, putting my head to his chest. I could hear the faint beat without physical contact, but I wanted to be sure.

Tyler stood next to us, his legs covered in dried blood where the Naiads had bitten and clawed him. Since neither of us had reacted to their evil bites, they must not be too detrimental. Tyler was just short of shifting, fur sprouting along his wounds, he was so angry. “Why would you risk your life—scratch that, all our lives—for this human?” Tyler’s jaw clenched, tension radiated outward. It rang through our new blood connection, making me edgy. “It doesn’t make any sense why you would do such a thing. If you keep taking chances like that, there’s no way any of us will make it out of here alive.”

I glanced up at him. “Nobody asked you to join me. And this human has as much right to live as you or I, and while we’re on the topic, who made you lord and superior over the entire world? Human or supernatural? You don’t get to choose. A life is a life.”

Tyler sputtered, “We’ve always been above humans. We’re stronger, faster, and smarter”—he searched for more—“and we can’t die like they can!”

“So what?” I snipped. “That’s like saying humans should kill all inferior species on the planet because they can’t keep up with them physically or mentally.” I eased Ray onto his side. I had to drain the water out of his lungs. “Tyler, I suggest you go take your anger out somewhere else while I try and save this inferior human’s life. I’m not in the mood to go around and around with you on who’s a better species.” Tyler spun away as I started rapping on Ray’s back, careful not to break any ribs. As I pounded, water jutted from Ray’s mouth like a hydrant. When Ray finally coughed and quit spitting water, I rolled him back over.

Danny crouched next to us. “I have no idea what you’re doing or what your motivations are in the long run,” he said. “But you can count me in. Ray is a bloody pain in the ass, but he seems to have one hell of a strong soul. By all rights he should’ve been dead many times over.” Danny reached over and took Ray by the shoulders. I let go.

“I know.” I shook my head. “I don’t get it.” Ray was now sputtering and groaning, as well as hacking up a lung. I put my ear down to his chest again. “His heart is beating stronger, but I’m not sure how clear his lungs are.”

“He seems to be taking care of that himself, isn’t he,” Danny said.

Ray groaned. “What the, Hannon?” he rasped. “Did that slimy thing eat me? Am I in hell?” He cracked his eyes open. “Or have I been here all along?”

“That’s not very optimistic of you, Ray,” I said, a ghost of a smile on my lips. “I’d think a guy like you would have his eyes on the Pearly Gates, thinking he’d done his time for the good guys.”

“I think it’s hell because of the giant-ass spider creeping toward us.” He coughed hard, losing his breath for a moment as he ejected more water. “Spiders that big can only have been created by Satan.”

Danny and I sprang up at the same time. It was stupid to think we would be free and clear on this side of the river. If anything, the worst was yet to come.

“That’s not a bloody spider!” Danny shouted. “It’s a freak of nature. Do you see all those eyes?”

I bent down and snatched Ray under his armpits, pulling him backward as quickly as I could. “Yep, and look, he has friends.” Dozens began to flood out of cracks around us, almost simultaneously, like they’d been summoned, which was likely the case. Danny was right. They weren’t spiders; they were some kind of scorpion spider mix. They were totally black, had eight legs, huge glossy spider eyes, thick, coarse hair, and a killer spiny tail that curled above their backs loaded with barbs as thick as my fingers.

They were as big as lobsters.

“They look venomous as hell,” I said, glancing down the ledge, but Tyler and Naomi were nowhere to be seen. “We have to get out of here. If Ray gets stung, it’s all over, and I didn’t just fight a baby Naiad for him to die from a spider bite now. Where are Naomi and Tyler?” I whipped my head around. “She has to get Ray out of here and we have to jump.”

Instead of Naomi, there was a whoosh and Eamon landed in front of us, right as Tyler came bounding around the far corner into view. It seemed the ledge curved around the mountain. Tyler was within inches of one of the killer arachnids. It rattled and scurried back and forth. “Tyler, hold still!” I yelled. He froze instantly. I took a breath in, wondering why we couldn’t scent the bugs. I smelled only rocks. “Eamon,” I said, “where’s your sister?” He glanced at the bugs impassively and didn’t answer. “Eamon! If you’re here, you might as well help us. You can get Ray out of here.” I started guiding Ray toward him.