Darkness Hunts (Dark Angels 4)

“See you then.”

I hung up a second time, then met Azriel’s steady gaze. “I have a really bad feeling about all this.”

He half raised a hand, but let it drop before he ever touched me. And at that particular moment, I almost hated him. I certainly hated the reasons he was distancing himself almost as much as I hated the madman I’d soon have to face. Right now, I didn’t want distance and I certainly didn’t care that those reasons made perfect sense. I just wanted the comfort of his arms wrapped around me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the tease of his lips against my ear as he whispered everything was going to be all right.

Even if we both knew it was a lie.

Something flicked in his eyes, but he didn’t move or otherwise react. “You are not unprotected on the plane, Risa. You have Amaya, and she will do all she can to keep you safe. As I will.”

“I know. It’s just that—” I hesitated, and rubbed my arms. “He’s not sane, Azriel. He’ll do the unexpected.”

“Undoubtedly.” He hesitated, and a flash of frustration ran across his otherwise impassive expression. “I wish I could do more, Risa. I really do.”

My gaze searched his for a moment, and I suddenly realized he wasn’t talking about fighting, but rather the desire to comfort me as I longed to be comforted. I clenched my fists against the increasingly familiar urge to rant and scream in the face of the unfairness of it all. There was no point in saying anything, let alone ranting. We’d hashed this all out a hundred times and there was nothing more to be said unless he changed his mind. And I couldn’t see that happening anytime soon.

“You’d better remain invisible until we get the lay of the house,” I said, somehow keeping my voice even. “I don’t want Taylor setting off a damn bomb because he spots you.”

“He will not.”

I thrust a somewhat shaky hand through my hair, then said, “I guess I’d better take the car. I don’t think it would be wise to let Taylor know I’m something more than a werewolf.”

“I agree,” Azriel said. “And him not knowing might also give you the advantage—especially if you travel near the umbra.”

The umbra was the area where the real world and the gray fields merged, but I couldn’t see how that actually became an advantage.

“The Dušan,” he said. “She can take full form in the umbra.”

“Then all I have to do is get the bastard there and let her loose.” But how did I do that? How would I even know when I was getting close to it?

“The plane works in much the same way as your atmosphere,” Azriel said. “The closer you get to the umbra, the thinner or more distant this reality will be.”

I frowned. “So all I have to do is imagine myself flying up toward it?”

“It is not that simple. Nor would Taylor allow it to be even if it was.”

“Then how the hell do I reach it?” Frustration, and perhaps more than a little panic, edged my voice. I didn’t want to do this, even if I would never be entirely alone on the astral plane.

“The plane is separated from the gray fields by a series of—” He hesitated. “Layers, I suppose they can be called. The umbra is the fourth and last of these layers. Most astral travelers are only able to access the first two. The very seasoned can access the third and see the umbra. Psychics such as your mother and yourself can access the umbra itself and interact with the beings there.”

I frowned. “But I thought you said most psychics only interacted with ghosts.”

“I did. Ghosts inhabit the umbra, which is why even those who astral travel are rarely aware of their presence.”

“So I was in the umbra when I met Taylor the first time?”

“No. You were in the umbra when you talked to Logan, but retreated to the base level when you went to rescue the woman.”

Ha. The things you learned. “So all I have to do is lure Taylor through the levels until we’re in the umbra?”

“Getting him there will be the problem. He will be wary of astral traveling too close to the umbra. Most seasoned travelers are.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“Because while a soul generally cannot be killed on the astral plane, that rule doesn’t hold on the umbra portion.”

I digested that for a moment, then slowly said, “That’s what he plans. He said only one of us will be coming back from this battle.”

“Make sure it is you, Risa. I could not—”