Ru expected to awake back in her body, in her own bed, as Cutter had imagined they all would. But when her eyes opened, she was lying on an ancient, intricately designed motif floor, little pieces of green and maroon tiles covered in thick, white dirt. She sat up and looked around. The ringing in her ears was more than a little disturbing, and the colors were off again. She snapped her fingers, believing that would cause the sound to stop, and was relieved when it did.
The right side of her body ached, that is, the area that would’ve been her body if she were in it. A glance at her arm revealed the first signs of what was sure to be some pretty serious bruising above her elbow. Her leg felt like it would be the same, particularly her hip.
She was still in Kayakoy, of that she was certain, and the design she’d taken to be a floor was actually a street. She was outside; a few cypress trees waved in the off-color sunlight, stirred by a light breeze. Standing, she saw th
With a shrug, Ru flipped her hair over her shoulder and noticed her shirt was wet, which she thought was odd. She wasn’t even in her body when she’d been with her dad. If that was possible, how could she doubt anything else. “Listen, some guy showed up at my work a few months ago and told me I wasn’t a human, that I was some kind of half-angel, half-demon, who-knows-what. If I could learn to believe that, then anything is possible. So, do I think there’s a way to take the demon out of my dad? Sure. And I’m going to try it as soon as I get the chance.” Cutter looked only slightly amused at her reference to him as “some guy.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Ru? Remember what we said about casting spells.” “It’s white magic,” she repeated. “And, quite frankly, if anyone in this realm or any other has a problem with it, then maybe they can close their own damn portals.” “Dang,” Ivy mumbled, and Ru realized she was taking
Flying to Wyoming for the second time wasn’t nearly as daunting as it had been the first time Ru came out, which seemed like a lot longer ago than just a couple of weeks. Sky and the rest of her team had decided it would be best to completely regroup and go into the forest in Japan with as strong a game plan as possible. Ru would play very little part in the planning, which was fine with her. So long as she could get to the portal and close it before anything catastrophic could happen, she’d leave it to those with more experience and a keener understanding of the other side to coordinate the actual invasion and attack. Ru would be staying at her grandmother’s house this time, which was probably for the best for a number of reasons. First of all, it would give her a chance to see her family and get to know them a little better, and secondly, it would make it easier for her and Cutter not to do anything that might make his parents uncomfortable. Even though they were both adul
Ru sat up abruptly, startling her mom and sending Piper scurrying for cover. Thankfully, nothing came shooting out of her hands. Her grandmother didn’t seem to miss a stitch as the knitting needles rattled on. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Ru looked around the room. Her mother’s eyes were wide in concern, but she said nothing, giving Ru time to compose herself. “Sorry,” Ru muttered. “I guess… I was dreaming.” “Were you?” Nana Sue asked, not even looking up from her project. “Didn’t sound like it.” “What do you mean?” Ru asked, hoping she hadn’t been talking in her sleep. “Usually, when someone comes back so forcefully, it’s because they’ve been out of their body,” Maggie explained, reaching a comforting hand out and placing it on Ru’s shoulder. It helped, and Ru settled back against the sofa. “Maybe it wasn’t a dream. I don’t know. It just seemed… odd.” She looked at each of their faces, not sure what she could say. “You ca
A week had passed, and Ru still hadn’t mentioned the incident with Nat to Cutter, though it was difficult not to because she wanted to tell him everything. The more time they spent together, the more she realized just how lucky she was. After twenty-five years of one travesty after another, her entire life finally seemed to be coming together all at once. If it wasn’t for the legion of demons and Reapers who wanted to kill her, everything would be perfect. “This is a list of all of the incubi,” Windy explained, handing Ru another packet full of information. They were sitting at the dining room table at Cutter’s parents’ house, mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the nearby window. Each name in the packet had a description and a picture, and Ru only glanced down the length of the first page before she set it on top of the stack of other documents Windy had assembled for her. It was day three of her demon identification training, and Ru still didn’t get the point. Wind
The sun was setting, painting the horizon a dull orange color. The winter air was crisp and there was a bit of a breeze at this altitude. Ru was beginning to wish she’d grabbed her gloves and hat when her thoughts froze. A man was making his way from between the shadows cast by the large rocks in front of them. Ru knew who it was instantly. She turned to Cutter and smiled. He looked confused and glanced from her to the man in front of them. Taking a few steps forward, Ru met him near the tree. “Hi, Dad,” she said, smiling. “You made it.” “I did.” Larkin looked much the same as he had when Ru had seen him not long ago in Kayakoy, though perhaps a bit more rested. He was wearing the same black clothing, and when Ru got a glimpse of his hands, she could see the scars didn’t seem as fresh. “It’s nice to see you, Ru.” “You, too.” She stared into his green eyes, pleased that he had made it this far and that he had come at all. “How was your trip?” “Long,” h
Cutter drove back into town without saying a word. Ru didn’t blame him for being upset, but she thought he’d get over it, eventually. How could she expect him to understand why it had been so important to her to turn her father back into a human? He’d never been in a similar situation, though she imagined if the choice had been something he could better identify with, like saving his brother, he wouldn’t have questioned her actions. Before he even pulled into the driveway, Ru got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, as if she were walking into a snake pit. She looked at him and could tell by his expression he felt it, too. Others knew what she had done, and someone was here. “Ru, I don’t know what their reaction is going to be, but I do know that, no matter what, I’ll stand by you.” Cutter still held her hand, and though his expression was solemn, she could tell he meant each word. “Thank you,” she said, shifting in her seat a bit so she
Ru stared at the other woman for a few moments in disbelief, her eyes wide. “Sorry?” she repeated. This was such a far cry from the Cinder she’d encountered in the desert not that long ago. “You’re sorry?” “I am,” Cinder nodded resolutely. “I wasn’t being fair to you, and I should’ve given you a chance before I decided that you weren’t going to be able to handle the tasks assigned to you. I guess, I just thought there was no way someone new to all of this such as yourself could be so powerful when I’ve worked so hard my whole life to accomplish less than you’ve done in only a few months.” Hearing Cinder’s confession pulled at Ru’s heartstrings. “Cinder, that’s not true. You’ve done so much more.” “But nothing so grand as closing a portal. And you’ve already closed two.” Ru took a few more steps until she was standing right in front of Cutter’s sister. Even though she wasn’t truly in the room, Ru could see both remorse and a bit of jealousy in the olde
The front of Nana Sue’s house was illuminated only by the lamp in the living room when Cutter pulled his mom’s car to a stop out front that evening. After a nice dinner and a game of Gin Rummy, which Ru had never played before, he volunteered to give her a ride home. The snow was lightly falling but it wasn’t too deep. Knowing she’d see him the next day, Ru didn’t make a huge production about telling him goodbye before she slipped out of the car and hurried up to the front porch, even though every time they parted now, it seemed like she was leaving a small part of herself behind. Warmth radiated from the fireplace as Ru stepped inside. Nana sat knitting in her chair. Looking up, she smiled. “Oh, good. You’re home. I was beginning to wonder. How is the Michaels family?” Piper rubbed up against Ru’s leg, and once she’d struggled out of her coat, she bent to rub her head. “They’re good,” she replied. “Windy made pot roast for dinner, so I decided to stay.” The aroma of