"That's why Charlie was often pale." Now that Lucia thought back, she recalled both twins had dressed in the same plain T-shirts and cargo pants. Iz had worn baggy clothes in case she'd had to transform into him without notice. "Can you change into Charlie right now?"
"Yes, but I don't take requests," she quipped, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "You won't tell Capitão, will you?" She looked utterly distraught at the idea of him knowing.
Lucia raised her brows. "You really think he'd believe me?"
"No, not in um milhão de anos, a million years," she answered. "So are we still... friends?"
"Yes, we're still friends, Chiz. Though I'm not going to change in front of you anymore or anything."
Izabel gasped. "Oh, like Charlie would have your skinny ass, skank!"
"No, because Chuck digs the drunk dudes like his low-hanging-fruit sister."
Izabel choked out a laugh, her expression startled. "First time I've ever been able to laugh about this!"
Then my work here is done. "Listen, if you're ever in New Orleans, I want you to look me up. There's some crazy stuff in that town, maybe we could find someone who knows what happened to you."
Her eyes went wide. "Do you mean that?"
"Yeah. I'll get you my number before we make port...."
As she exited down the companionway steps, Lucia met up with Rossiter. He'd showered and dressed - and still hadn't slept.
"I was just looking for you," he said. "Are you sure you don't want me to see to your husband?"
"What?"
"I could examine him."
"Oh. MacRieve. He's fine. It truly was only a graze. But thanks for the offer. And thank you again for keeping the ship afloat."
He gave a rueful grin. "There was an element of self preservation at work."
If he'd ever needed to rest, it'd be after that hellish night he'd just spent. But for him, there would be no succor in sleep, no oblivion. Again, sympathy rose in her. "Look, I'm sorry this expedition didn't work out for you."
With a shrug, he said, "Hey, I'll live." Then he almost stifled a grimace.
No, he wouldn't. I don't like humans, I don't like humans.... As much as she inwardly chanted that to herself, she still had the mad urge to help this one.
Before she did something she'd later regret - like telling him Psst, you wanna become a myth like us? - Lucia said, "Um, got to go make a call." Then she brushed past him.
As she headed for the stern deck, she dialed Nïx - and actually got her. She found the soothsayer lucid. Mostly.
"Nïx, I have some good news and some really shitty news," Lucia said. Then she explained everything that had happened, finishing with, "So, uh, a jot of water might've gotten in the tomb."
"Now who did you wake up?" Nïx asked in a confounded tone.
"The great evil. Gilded One. Ringing a bell?"
"We'll worry about that later," Nïx said. "For now, let's stop at least one apocalypse. Aren't you on the books for an attempted assassination soon? Where is that Post-it...?"
"Yes, Nïx, I'll be back to port in four days. I need transportation, warmer clothes, jeans, and boots."
"I'll have a helicopter standing by in Iquitos, then a jet to the Northlands fueled and waiting with clothes and gear for you. Assuming I remember any of this."
"Nïx!"
"Oh, oh, I do remember this one bit. You have to get the dieumort and get away from MacRieve."
"I was already planning on ditching him, but why do you say so?"
"Because he's intending to do just that to you. To go face Cruach - without you."
"No, he wouldn't!" He didn't even know of her involvement. She'd thought if she could keep it hidden, she'd prevent something like this.
"Oh, but he would."
Probably for some stupid noble reason like keeping her safe! Bastard! Besides the fact that this was her fight - and she'd waited a long time to destroy the Broken Bloody One - Cruach could infect MacRieve.
A plan arose for how to deal with the Scot. In fact, he'd been the one who'd given her the idea. I just have to break into Schecter's cabin in the next four days....
"Nïx, put Regin at the ready," Lucia said. As per usual, it would be Regin with the assist and Lucia shooting for the goal.
Not some werewolf with high-minded ideals. When all this was over, Lucia would come back to him and explain... something.
"Sadly, Regin's going to have to rain-check the god killing and after party," Nïx said. "Seems she's just been abducted."
"What?" Lucia stumbled. "Who would - who could - take her?"
"The details are unclear, but I've narrowed it down to about fifteen suspects, among them: aliens, a boy band, the CIA, and a berserker."
As the rain poured outside the Contessa, Garreth dragged Lucia across his chest, her body relaxed from hours of sex. "It's hard to believe we're nearly to Iquitos," he murmured. He'd gotten all his strength back - just in time. They'd arrive in port at first light.
"I'm almost sad to leave this ship, even after all we've been through." She lazily traced her fingers over his mended chest. "And I already miss my butterfly."
Though he'd assured her he could figure out a way to keep it, she'd gotten a strange look on her face. "I think Lucia Incantata needs her freedom."
"I'm partial to this ship, too, lass," he said. "I've spent some of the best nights of my life on this boat. And in this bed."
She nodded against him. "Most definitely in this bed."
He sifted his fingers through her hair, so wrapped up in her that he almost forgot his plan. Garreth intended to take her so long and hard this night that she'd pass out toward dawn, slipping deep into that near comatose state. Then he'd go to take care of business. "But you've been pensive for the last four days." And the nightmares had been as bad as ever. He needed to help her and couldn't.
She shrugged. "Probably just nerves over the upcoming battle. Plus, I'll rest easier once we use the dieumort. I worry that more will come after it."
In their hands was an archaic secret - kept hidden for millennia in a previously impenetrable site, guarded by creatures of legend - and now they'd brought it forth out into the world.
Each Lore faction had its own seers to direct them to a weapon like this, not to mention the assassins sent by the gods.
Garreth was more than ready to use it, too. This afternoon, he'd called Lachlain to make sure Bowen's witch could scry for this god. Lachlain had been thrilled that Garreth had finally claimed his mate after so long, and had found the dieumort as well. Lachlain had been less thrilled that his younger brother had nearly been eaten by a snake.