Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

lose her again.
    Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her until her head lolled. "Breathe!" he roared. Water trickled from her mouth. "Come back, ara !" Collecting her into his arms, he cupped her head to his chest, smoothing her hair from her face. "Carrow, I plead to you ..."
    The girl was hitting his arm, screaming at him. "Blow air in her mouth, Malkom!"
    Had he heard her right? Desperate, he put his lips to her cold ones, exhaling.

Chapter 34

    Blackness receded in a rush as air filled her lungs, pushing the heavy water up. Lungs too full, strangling--
    She opened her eyes. Malkom's mouth was pressed to hers? She knocked him out of the way, hunching over to hack up the seawater.
    As he rubbed her back with his big hand, she wheezed on the stone-laden beach. Sand gritted in her eyes, her teeth chattered around rattling breaths, but she was alive. "R-ruby? Wh-where is she?"
    Ruby rushed into Carrow's arms. The girl was conscious, safe.
    "Are you okay, Crow?"
    Carrow held her tight, shuddering with relief. Over the girl's shoulder, Carrow met Malkom's gaze. "Malkom, you kept her s-safe." She mouthed, "Thank you."
    He gazed away, looking uncomfortable with her gratitude. Then he tensed, his eyes going black and fangs lengthening.
    The surviving ghouls had begun loping ashore.
    Malkom rose to his full height, roaring at them until her ears hurt.
    Amazingly, they cowered, scuttling back into the waves. She remembered that the ghouls in Oblivion had been afraid of him, too. Never in her life had she met an immortal who could frighten them.
    The monster that monsters feared.
    She and Ruby both gaped up at him. Ruby whispered loudly, "He scared 'em away, Crow."
    "I-I saw that, honey."
    Ruby was shaking, soaked through. Though Carrow could scarcely imagine getting to her feet, she knew she had to. They had to keep moving. I've got a little girl to protect.
    But where to take her? Carrow swiped her forearm over her face, squinting through the persistent rain at their surroundings. The rocky beach was part of a small cove. The forest bordered it. Mountain peaks soared in the background.
    "She n-needs shelter and a fire," Carrow told Malkom. "She'll grow too cold. Will you help us again?"
    A sharp nod.
    As ever with things concerning the witch, Malkom's thoughts were in turmoil.
    She'd asked him to get them somewhere safe, but he knew nothing about these lands. Falling back on habit, he'd begun heading for higher ground, had led them for more than an hour.
    He glanced over at her now. She was petting the girl's damp hair as she murmured reassuringly to her. The child looked like a tiny Carrow, a doll in her image, a deela .
    Though he'd offered to carry both her and the girl, Carrow insisted on holding her, saying that she would be shaken.
    Shaken? He was still shaken from seeing Carrow lying lifeless, with her face so pale. Her heart had been still in her chest. She hadn't been breathing, until he'd given her breath.
    The least he could do, since she'd first given it to him.
    Earlier, when he'd realized that Carrow hadn't wanted to betray him, he'd been so damned relieved. His rage had been like a noose around his neck, easing its bite.
    But now that he'd had time to come to grips with everything, he wondered how he could ever trust her again. Although he understood why she'd done what she did, the fact remained that she'd led him to what could have been his death. And his rancor over that had begun to grow.
    A drop of water splatted him in the face. This place she'd taken him to was an alien world of green and water. The stories had been true. Yet even faced with all these new wonders, Malkom's gaze wouldn't stray long from the witch.
    She looked exhausted, but she was putting on a smiling face, chattering to the girl. "Do you think your posse will believe that there were sharks?"
    Sharks. Those powerful beasts in the water. He'd asked Carrow if there were creatures that strong on land, and she'd told him that there should be only Lore creatures from the cages. When she'd added that he would be more powerful than any of them, he'd nodded in easy agreement.
    He could protect the two witches from any of those beings--unless those creatures joined forces.
    The girl whispered at Carrow's ear, "Why can't he swim? Everybody can swim."
    Carrow stumbled a step, knowing he could hear a whisper from a mile away, much less from three feet. "Um, he comes from a place where there's very little water. So no need to learn."
    The girl