Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(86)

“Then, Malkom, I have a favor to ask you,” Carrow said, taking another card. “I need you to search for a way to get us off this island.”

To get them to the home she spoke of. Malkom knew it surely couldn’t trump this place of plenty, with food all around. He’d scooped the night’s meal straight from the water! “What do I know of that, witch? ’Tis not my world.”

“You could venture out and try to find any of our allies, or maybe a boat. Perhaps there’s another island nearby—this could be one of a chain. And as you said, we should be secure here until you return.”

“I will consider it.” He would never consider it.

The child asked, “Why can’t you just trace us away? Demons can trace, can’t they?”

“I could, long ago. But I no longer have that talent.”

“Why?”

“Because I am not truly a demon anymore.”

“Then what are you?”

“Ruby, I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk about this,” Carrow said, clearly growing nervous.

The witch had all but signed Malkom up to be a protector for the child but hadn’t revealed what he was? Out of shame?

The old anger simmered up, that rage he’d felt at being turned into an abomination against his will. Made into something hated.

Carrow acted as if she could accept it, but she didn’t want others to know.

“I became a Scarb?,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

Something that must not be. Neither a true vampire nor a demon. “A vampire demon.”

“V-vampire?” Ruby’s eyes went round. “You drink blood?”

“I do,” he said. “I have drunk Carrow before.”

Ruby swung her gaze to Carrow, who looked like she wanted to throttle him.

“Did it hurt, Crow?”

“Yes, witch, did it hurt?”

She faced him with a determined glint in her eyes, then turned to the girl. “No, honey. It’s like a hug. It’s what Malkom and I do when we want to feel close to each other.” She turned to him once more. “Isn’t that right, demon?”

His lips parted.

“In fact, I could use a bite right about now.”

Woman, I would kill for another taste of you!

Their gazes held.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ruby demanded. “I’m not supposed to talk to vampires. Unless they’re married to Valkyrie.”

After a laden moment, Carrow dragged her gaze away to answer Ruby. “Because I wasn’t sure that Malkom wanted you to know. Besides, he’s not a vampire.”

“He’s not?”

I’m not?

“Nope. You remember how Peter Parker got bitten by a spider and had superpowers?” The girl nodded. “But he’s not a spider, is he?”

“Of course not!”

Who is Peter Parker?

“Malkom got some superpowers from a vampire, but he’s still a demon,” Carrow said decidedly.

“Ohhh, so he’s like a superdemon.”

Carrow’s lips curled at him. “The stuff of legend, honey.”

Malkom sat there, wound up with tension, grappling with what Carrow had said. Was that truly how she saw him? Not as something less but somehow as something more?

In that cell with Kallen ages ago, Malkom had vowed to find a way to become fully demon again. In Oblivion, he’d even briefly considered asking the witch to help him. Now I do not know . . . .

“So, are you going to let me win back my shells?” she asked the girl.

“But I want Malkom to play,” Ruby said with a pout.

He and Carrow shared a look. Would she tell the child he couldn’t read the symbols?

“They might not have cards where he comes from. Maybe he could team up—”

“With me!” Ruby bounded over to him, dropping her cards all over to grab his arm. “You can be on my team.” She pulled him until he relented and joined them on the floor.

Carrow looked surprised. “Okay, then. The object of the game is to get to twenty-one points without going over.”

“The cards with people on them are worth ten.” Ruby displayed a card that depicted a crowned man.

Carrow said, “And aces can be one or eleven.”

Ruby showed him a card that looked like all the rest. “This is an ace. It’s got an A on it.”

Reading and ciphering. Any remnants of his relaxation disappeared.

“Ruby, since you’re on vacation from school, why don’t you do all the adding? Ask Malkom if you can.”

“Can I, Malkom?”

He gruffly replied, “As you will . . .”

The next hour flew by in a haze of numbers and even some amusement. Additional rules to the game were revealed, which made it even more interesting. Soon he could recognize aces, and he’d even learned some of the number symbols—easy enough to deduce when Ruby counted on her fingers with many of the cards.

At one point, the girl had cried, “Double down!”

He’d frowned at their hand. “What does that mean?”

Between peals of laughter, she’d said, “I don’t know!”

But in the end, he and Ruby had won more than they lost, and Carrow had finally run out of shells.