Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(75)

Malkom didn’t have time—or the words—to calm the girl.

“Put me down!” she shrieked.

He set her on her feet, keeping a grip on her shoulder as he straightened.

She gaped, no doubt uneasy with his size—

With a scream, she booted his shin. Or not.

He growled, crouching before her. “Stop, girl!”

She kicked again, screaming words he didn’t understand. But he could make out Crow again and again. “Carrow?”

She paused her assault on his leg. “Crow. Carrow.” She had a fierce look in her eyes. Green eyes like the witch’s. “What have you done with her? Have you hurt her?” Another kick to the shin.

“Did not hurt her,” he said in measured English. “But she is—”

“You’re Malkom! The demon she captured.”

He scowled. “Carrow is mine.” He hit his chest over his heart. “She’s . . . my wife.”

“You don’t have to talk so slow. I’m not a baby, you know.” At his bemused look, she said, “Where’s Lanthe, then?”

“Do not know her. I must find Carrow. We have to go now.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not going with you. You yelled at her earlier. You said you were going to make her pay.”

He couldn’t deny that. “ ’Twas true. Until you.”

“I don’t know why she misses you.”

Misses me? “She fell, Ruby. She could be hurt.”

The girl’s eyes went wide. Then she turned on her heel and set off.

With a growl, he snagged the back of her shirt. “You have to stay with me.”

“Goin’ to save her.”

He swiftly caught her up, seating her above his hip. “As—am—I,” he bit out.

“Okay, I’ll go with you. But if you try to hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“Understood, child.”

Amidst all the other scent threads, he again caught a teasing hint of Carrow’s. Then he scented ghouls. Below them? He gazed down over the ledge.

And lost his breath.



The first step was terrifying, the plummet even worse. Falling . . . falling . . .

When Carrow plunged into the water, the freezing temperature ripped the breath from her lungs. Desperately swimming from the depths, she burst up to the surface, sucking in air, exhaling with a scream.

The wave that had cushioned her fall now seized her, hurling her away from land.

Had she heard Malkom’s bellow?

Live, Carrow! The words replayed in her mind. Ruby needs you. She began weakly paddling, doing no more than keeping herself afloat. Salt water stung her ragged fingertips before her skin grew numb with cold. Her teeth chattered, her muscles becoming sluggish. The force of the current couldn’t be fought.

Would she be cast out to sea? If the island compound was truly a thousand miles away from land, would she drift for days before someone found her? Months?

As an immortal, she wouldn’t die from exposure. Sharks were another matter. Don’t let those rumors be true.

She heard movement from just behind her. Ah, gods, no! The ghouls had jumped as well and now were caught in the same current.

As they were all swept along parallel to the shore, those fiends clumsily paddled and thrashed about, wailing.

Then they caught sight of her again. They were so stupid, so aggressive, without even the sense to get to safety before attacking her.

As the rain and waves boiled all around her, the ghouls somehow neared. The largest slashed its claws out at her.

She kicked back just in time. Live, Carrow! Another swipe, another near miss—

A fin glided past her. A second joined it. The rumors were . . . true?

Soon sharks swarmed them. The largest ghoul disappeared before her eyes, yanked down into the depths. Was a shark beneath Carrow even now, eyeing her legs?

Floating with her face barely above the surface, she forced herself to remain motionless. When a shark bumped her, Carrow stifled a scream, somehow holding herself still.

Her strategy worked; she bobbed quietly, while behind her, one frenetic ghoul after another was snatched down. Though the shore was still in sight, she couldn’t risk swimming to it.

Even as rain pelted her upraised face and danger surrounded her, the bitter chill made her eyelids feel so heavy. Floating . . . numb.

In time, she was no longer cold, just so sleepy. Hypothermia. She lost the battle to keep her eyes open.

Close them just for a moment.



Malkom had watched her jump from the cliff, had seen the water flinging her body like a giant fist. His heart had dropped when the ghouls followed.

And Malkom couldn’t follow, not with her child.

Holding the girl tight to his side, he sprinted along a more solid-looking trail that wound down to the water.

Running, praying . . .

“Hurry, demon!”

Reaching the sloping ground beside the waves, he set the child down and ran along the edge, peering out.

The great water crashed against the edge of land in deafening bursts, swirling and swelling like angry wraiths. He couldn’t see her.

“She’s there! Just past the waves.” The girl pointed. “Swim for her, Malkom!”

Can’t swim. But when he caught sight of Carrow, motionless in the water, he charged into the freezing depths—