Page 28 of Inferno (Chronicles of Nick 4)
Well, that stinks, Cay. How will I ever know if a woman really likes me?
Easy. It’ll be the woman who’s immune to it. She won’t come on to you. She’ll tell you off.
Great. Just what he needed. Someone else criticizing him. I think I’d rather stick with the ones who are awed by my demonic yet sweet powers of persuasion.
Caleb snorted at him.
“All right,” Ana said as she returned with another box full of stuff. “I think—” She stopped mid-sentence as all the lights went out in the store, bathing them in utter darkness.
Caleb stepped closer to Nick while Ana beelined to her niece to protect her.
“Ana?” Tiyana asked, reaching for her aunt’s hand. “Do you feel that?”
“I do. Caleb?”
He set his basket on top of the counter and lowered his head in a way that told Nick he was listening to the ether around them. “Yeah, it’s some seriously dark powers and they are looking for someone.”
Was it him? Nick knew it had to be, but he was hoping and praying that maybe someone else might be on the menu for once. Ash was in town.… It was possible he could have angered something with massive grudge capabilities.
Right?
“I swear it feels like Noir,” Ana breathed.
Nick went cold at a name he seriously didn’t want to hear. Noir was the ancient god who owned the Malachai—the same god his father was currently hiding from. He glanced to Caleb and pushed his thoughts to him. I thought he—Nick couldn’t even think Noir’s name without feeding the dark god’s powers—was locked down in his realm and couldn’t leave.
He is. His servants aren’t.
Oh goody. That meant they could easily be here for him. And he could only imagine what kind of playmates Noir would send out to recover the missing Malachai embryo. Nick had met a couple of them already and had no interest in getting acquainted with any more.
His panic rising, he swallowed hard as the sound of rustling … legs or wings or some other ominous body part echoed on the street outside. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Caleb ran to the shop’s door and locked it tight. All around them, various objects in the store began to glow bright. Like Menyara’s symbols in his condo, Ana had thrown protection spells up to keep her store safe from the creatures who would do her or her customers harm.
“Will that hold it off?” Caleb asked Ana.
Ana and her niece exchanged a concerned frown. “It should. But…”
I hate buts.
A tic started in Caleb’s jaw. “Now’s not a good time for a but.”
Ana didn’t respond verbally. Her eyes, however, grew so wide, it was a wonder they remained in their sockets.
Turning to see what had her so horrified, Nick stepped back as his own terror seized him. The doors and windows began to move like they were breathing. In and out, over and over, with such force that the wood whined under the strain of it. The glass began to crack. The sound went down his spine like nails against a chalkboard.
Then, faster than he could react, the windows blew out, showering them with glass shards. Insane laughter echoed. And out of nowhere a rabid herd of animals—cats, dogs, birds, insects, and such—ran past the store like a pack of baying hounds after a fox.
Nick let out an elongated breath of relief. Since they weren’t stopping, maybe they weren’t after him after all.
At least that was his thought until one large, mangy brown dog doubled back. Covered in a white frothing sweat, it stood before the windows on its hind legs to look in at them and growl angrily.
Nick crossed himself and started praying.
“Mara,” Tiyana said in a breathless tone.
Nick scowled at her. “Who the heck’s Mara?”
“Not a who, Nick,” Caleb explained. “The Mara are Norse spirits who use animals to hunt down an assigned target.”
“What are they after?” Ana asked.
Me. It was the safest bet. But Nick didn’t say that out loud. He was afraid if he did, the dog might attack. Although judging by the way it was eyeballing them, it was about to open business on them anyway.
It backed up on its haunches.
Nick crouched low, bracing himself for the attack.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, fire burst across the opening of the store, lighting up the dark street and sending the dog and its friends running away as fast as they could.
A jubilant rebel yell rang out, bringing a smile to Nick’s face as he recognized the lunatic sound. And he was grateful he was too far away to smell the duck urine.
An instant later, Bubba and Mark, both armed with military-grade flamethrowers, swept the street free of the Mara. In unison, they covered every inch of the pavement without setting anything on fire.
That in and of itself was a miracle. Especially for the two most accident-prone people Nick had ever had the misfortune of calling friend.
“Yeah!” Mark shouted in a deep tone, shaking his fist after the dogs. “That’s right, bitches, run back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there!”
Bubba stopped on the stoop outside of Erzulie’s to look through the broken-out windows. “Y’all all right in there?”
Ana laughed at him. “Depends. Are you planning to burn down my store?”
“Not planning to. But … I wasn’t planning on having to stop my zombie survival class tonight to run after some ancient Slavic demon bloodhounds neither.”
Ana saluted him. “Touché.”
“Bubba!” Mark shouted from down the street. “I could use a little help here. Cujo’s fighting back and he’s got a lot of angry friends with him.”
Bubba stepped backward to glance down the street where Mark had gone. “Nah, you appear to be doing all right by yourself.”
“I hate you, fat man!”
“Fat?” Bubba said indignantly. “Your head weighs more than I do, and don’t get me started on your ego that has its own zip code.” He turned back toward them and saluted them with the pilot light on his flamethrower. “Y’all have a good night and stay alive.”
Just as Caleb took a step toward the raised counter, Bubba reappeared in the open windows. “Hey, Nick? You got a minute?”
Unsure how wise that would be given the weirdness of this night, he glanced at Caleb to see what he thought.
“Ain’t nothing going to eat you while Bubba’s around,” Caleb said with a laugh. “They might screw with him for fun, but he won’t let them through. You go on and see what he needs while I check out. I’ll be there in a few.”
Nick wasn’t sure he liked that idea, but he left in spite of his common sense. Carefully, so as not to get hurt, he picked his way through the glass fragments until he was outside on the sidewalk beside Bubba.
Car alarms rang out up and down the street and there was hardly a store left with its windows intact. At the sound of approaching police sirens, Mark came running down the street with the backpack portion of the flamethrower bobbing while he cradled the tube with the pilot light in his arms to protect it.
Now there’s a sight you don’t see every day.
Unless you befriended lunatics.
With lightning speed, Bubba took his flamethrower off and held it out with one arm. In a perfect handoff, Mark grabbed it as he ran past them, toward the Triple B. The man didn’t even slow down or miss a single step.
Nick was impressed. Horrified and amused, but really impressed. “Should I ask?”
Bubba wiped his hands off on his jeans. “The commissioner stopped by a couple of weeks ago and told us that if another police officer caught either me or Mark out in public with the flamethrowers again, they’d haul us in for arson and keep us there until we’re too old and feeble to lift a weapon.”
“Ah … so what did you need?”
Bubba rubbed at his neck in a gesture that always signaled he was nervous about something. A wave of fear shot through Nick. It wasn’t often that anything rattled Bubba. And when it did …
It was biblically bad.
“Is something wrong?” Nick asked.
“Nah … I just…” His voice trailed off as various expressions played across his face.
An awful feeling went through Nick. Please let me be wrong. This night has already sucked enough. He couldn’t stand for it to get worse. “Please, God, Bubba, tell me you’re not about to ask me out, are you?”
Bubba made a rude sound at him. “Hell, nah. I’d date Mark first, provided he took a bath so I wouldn’t have to fumigate my truck or store.”
That was a relief.
“But,” Bubba continued, “now that you mention it … that is what I wanted to ask you about.”
“Dating Mark? Really?”
’Cause the kid with a brand-new license was such an expert on going out with others.
Bubba gave him a dry, irritated stare.
Then after a few seconds, he inhaled a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his chin. “Look, I’m just going to blurt this out, so bear with me. I wanted to ask you if you’d be opposed to me asking out your mama? I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and I didn’t want to go behind your back and do it. If it bothers you at all, just tell me and I’ll never mention it again. But your mama’s a fine woman and I would never do anything to dishonor her or upset you.”
For a full, solid minute, Nick couldn’t breathe as that question hit him like a kick to his groin. Had he really heard that? Was it possible?
Bubba wants to date my mother.…
The mere concept threw him straight into shock.
Bubba snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Nick? You all right?”
No. The world was suddenly upside down.… Total pole reversal, and it wasn’t from the demons and other things out to get him.
Bubba wanted to date his mother.
Bubba …
His mom. His blessed, sainted mother who never even looked at a man that way. She was so uptight and staunch about that, that Nick had half convinced himself she’d turn into a pillar of salt if she even contemplated talking to the opposite sex, never mind actually touching one of them.
But then, Bubba never looked at women either. Not once since his wife died. Mark had told him that. Heck. Bubba didn’t even talk about women. It was as if his heart was so broken by the loss of Melissa that he couldn’t bear the thought of spending even a minute with another woman, other than his own mama.
Yet once the initial shock of the question settled and Nick had some higher cognitive functioning again, he stopped looking at it like an infant who thought he’d been born through immaculate conception.
His mother was a sweet, beautiful woman who was barely thirty years old.
And Bubba, while a bit on the crazy side, was a great man who wasn’t that much older than her.… He was also the closest thing to a father Nick had ever known.
His mind whirling, he went back in time to that afternoon he’d first met Bubba. It’d been a particularly bad day his first month at St. Richard’s. Stone had punched him so hard during first period that his nose had still been stinging that afternoon, and his eyes hadn’t stopped tearing up.
Worse, he’d been given an assignment in English that required him to have a computer and Internet connection. Since they couldn’t afford either, Nick had spent over an hour trying to find an Internet café or computer store that would rent time to him when he didn’t have an ID or parent with him. Most had run him off three seconds after he entered the building.
By the time he’d stumbled into the Triple B, he’d been so frustrated, he’d wanted to throw himself into the Pontchartrain.
Bubba, in all his humongous rippling muscled form that made the Hulk look like a pigmy, had stood at the counter of his store, staring right at him. Back then, he’d had a thick black beard, shaggy hair, and was wearing a black glow-in-the-dark KILL THEM ALL AND LET GOD SORT THEM OUT tee covered by a red flannel lumberjack shirt.
Frozen in terror at the sight of Bubba’s stern glower and arms the size of a tree trunk, Nick had wanted to run, but he was afraid to move lest he wet his pants. And he’d been convinced that Bubba would kill him dead if he wet the floor.
“Can I help you?” Bubba’s thick drawl had rumbled out of his massive chest like low-lying thunder.
It’d taken a few seconds before Nick’s own voice could rise above a whisper. “Um, I need to rent a computer for homework.”
That scowl had darkened before Bubba broke into one of his famous crap-eating grins. “You don’t have to look so scared, boy. I’ve already filled up on snot-nose at lunch and don’t got no more room in my belly for another one for a while.” He’d reached under the counter and pulled out a laptop, then set it up with a chair for Nick in the front of the store. “I don’t normally rent computers, but I do have one right here you can use till you get finished with your homework. Just take your time and don’t worry about the cost.”
