Darkest Night - Smoke And Ashes Part 40

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"We don't have troops!"

"Okay, fine. Keep them out of it." Leah rolled her eyes. "You're still missing the obvious solution."

"Okay?"

"I get on a plane as soon as possible and get the h.e.l.l away from here. Ryne Cyratane has committed his power to bringing the demons through at those points in this place. He's not going to be able to follow me."

Tony frowned. That seemed so reasonable he automatically suspected it. "So he'll break off the attack?"

"Are you listening to me? I just said he's committed his power."

"So he won't break off the attack?"

Her smile was scathing. "As you kids today say: duh."

"Then that's only a solution for you. And only a temporary one. He'll know where you are because of the gate, right? Then as long as the Demonic Convergence is still going on," Tony continued when she nodded, "he'll redirect things and just shove the next demons through there. Where you'll face them alone. Without the wizard. Because I'll probably die when the studio gets swarmed.

And then you'll be dead," he elaborated when she didn't look convinced, "just like you would have been with that first demon if I hadn't been there."

She crossed her legs and scowled at the toe of her shoe. "You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do. So, your obvious solution is c.r.a.p. The only way we're all going to survive this is by staying together and stopping that swarm."

"By talking to the Demonlord who's sending it?"

"I don't think it's him."

Brows drawn in, she peered up at him. "Did you get hit on the head?"

"No!" He bent to pick up the rope just to give his hands something to do. The scrubbing bubbles had left it not only clean but smelling faintly of lemons and free of static cling. "Jack asked me the same question yesterday," he muttered, feeling slightly picked on.

"It's a reasonable a.s.sumption when you're saying things like you don't think the demon who created the gate is trying to reopen the gate by taking out the person he created the gate on that only he'd know about," she snapped.

"Why?"

"What?"

Holding one end of the rope in his left hand, Tony began to coil it between hand and elbow. "Why would Ryne Cyratane be the only who knows about you? There's clearly more than one demon down there. Out there. Wherever the h.e.l.l their h.e.l.l is. Odds are good they talk to each other. Get together Friday nights, drink a little demonic beer, play a little demonic poker, talk about gates they've got set up to get back into a world where the inhabitants are easy to rend and will wors.h.i.+p you in order to keep from being rended."

"Demonic beer?" Leah tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Please."

"Stop fixating on the details. The theory is sound and those other Demonlords have also had thirty-five hundred years to make plans about how they'll use the gate yours left behind. And besides..."

The Demonlord didn't look happy, that was for sure. He looked frustrated. Like he knew the thing he was looking for was right there, right in front of him, but he couldn't find it.

"... he wants to talk to me."

"He wants to feast on your steaming entrails."

"Maybe."

"You're not his type. Trust me."

"Look, he's been appearing when these attacks are going on, even when you're not aroused. The first time, he looked angry, and I figured it was his motivation showing and he was angry at not getting back here to the wors.h.i.+p and the slaughter. Or maybe it was the too-close-to-water thing. Who knew? Then, after it became obvious to anyone with half a brain that there was a wizard involved, he showed up looking for me. But I don't react to you, so he couldn't find me and that was making him frustrated. Then I had a dream about him..."

"Oh, that's a good reason for me to stick around. You had a dream."

Tony ignored her, both hands working the rope. "He was wearing the same expression L... other people do when I'm obviously not getting their message."

Leah snorted. "Good luck with that since he hasn't decided what message he's sending."

"What? Wait, you're not talking about Ryne Cyratane there, are you?" No. She wasn't. "You think we could deal with one communication problem at a time?"

"He's conflicted."

"I got that," Tony sighed, tying off the coil. "Now could we..."

"You should kick his feet out from under him and beat him to the floor."

"Is that what you did?"

Dimples flashed. "I never have to work that hard."

That answered that question. Lee wasn't just using the women as a blind; he liked women, or he wouldn't have fallen for the primal "do me, baby" Leah was offering. Of course, liking women didn't necessarily preclude liking men. Take Henry, for example. He was about as enthusiastically nondiscriminating as they came.

Not that Lee had ever been enthusiastic.

Except that once.

With him, anyway.

He could have been enthusiastic with any number of other men for all Tony knew and was just being carefully closeted at work. Or all the metaphysical s.h.i.+t Lee'd been through in the last six months combined with Tony's not so secret attraction had seriously f.u.c.ked with his head.

Yeah. Let's not forget option B. Or that a whole herd of demons on the way is more important than your pathetic lack of a love life.

He leaned the coil of rope against the far wall of the set where it would be out of the way but still convenient for immobilizing creatures from h.e.l.l and turned to face the immortal Demongate. "Ryne Cyratane has something to say to me, and I need to hear it."

The immortal Demongate snorted again. "Well, unless you have a really good calling plan, you're out of luck, aren't you?"

"You said you'd been in contact with him. That you meditate..."

"It's a postcoital meditation, Tony, and one thing I'm sure of is that since you and I have no coital in our future, there's going to be no post. Oh, wait, I have an idea. You, me, and Lee. Might be just the thing to break the ice." Grinning, she leaned back on her hands and crossed her legs. "You're thinking about it."

He was.

But then he was a guy and he wasn't dead, so that was pretty much a gimme. Actually, the evidence suggested a growing number of guys didn't let being dead stop them.

"I'm not kidding about this." Tony tried to look like he wasn't kidding. "So unless you know another way to contact him..."

"You could always try switching your long distance service and then having a fast w.a.n.k."

"Leah."

She stared at him for a long moment. "You're serious," she said in amazement, sitting up straight.

"Completely. We'll have to use Henry as a conduit between us."

"Henry? Well," she admittedly slowly, one hand disappearing under the knot in her s.h.i.+rt, "that'll definitely get his attention."

"Yeah." Tony touched his throat, the skin still puckered under his fingertips.

Leah still didn't look entirely convinced when she raised her head and locked her gaze with his. "Do you even know how to meditate?"

"I don't think I'll have to. I think your Demonlord wants to talk to me badly enough that as soon as he has a way to grab onto me, he'll make the connection. And with any luck, he'll want to talk to me more than he'll want to destroy Henry for messing with you."

"Do you think Henry will go along with this?"

"Along with what?"

Tony turned as Leah answered. "A threesome to save the world."

Red-gold brows rose briefly and dipped again when he realized that no one was kidding. "Whose idea is that?"

"Not mine," Leah smirked. "Guy rips your clothes off, and suddenly he wants to get hinky."

The hazel eyes darkened just a little as he turned a disbelieving gaze on Tony. "I can't wait for the explanation."

"Because your place is a dump, Henry doesn't trust me enough to let me into his sanctuary, and I have a king-size bed." "No surprise," Tony grunted.

Leah leaned over CB's desk to poke him in the chest. Hard. "I can still get on that plane."

He waved her quiet as Amy finally answered her phone.

"Tony!" He could hear sirens and angry shouting in the background. "There was like this ma.s.sive accident by the stadium!"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, we're good, but there's no way we can get by. Boundary's just this total ma.s.s of twisted metal and emergency vehicles- fire, police, ambulance. We can't even go around 'cause we're in the middle of the block. CB's a little annoyed."

That explained the angry shouting. "Where is he?"

"Right in the thick of things. I think he's trying to get the road cleared."

"When he stops shouting, tell him that we took out the two demons and the soundstage has never looked cleaner."

"Cleaner?"

"Long story." The scrubbing bubbles had petered out just past Raymond Dark's coffin. "Downside, the big steel door got bent, the soundstage door is now lying on the floor of Raymond Dark's office, and the front door got shattered. If you guys can't make it back..."

"We can't friggin' move!"

"Okay, then can you call the security guy and have him come around? Henry and Leah and I have something we have to do."

"Something kinky?"

His jaw dropped. Not a lucky guess, he reminded himself picking it up. Just a smart-a.s.s Amyism.

"Oh, my G.o.d! Is it something kinky?"

s.h.i.+t. He'd paused too long. "No, it isn't! It's something demonic."

"Demonic doesn't preclude kinky."

"You're right," Tony told her, hoping that the whole best defense is a good offense thing wasn't just blowing air. "It is something kinky and will likely involve a pair of handcuffs and a couple of liters of maple syrup."

Her snort came through loud and clear. "What, is Jack playing, too? Fine, don't tell me, and the number for the security company is on the list by Rachel's phone. Call them yourself. I'll find a phone booth and look up twenty-four-hour gla.s.s companies. Zev's gonna be so p.i.s.sed he missed this."

"In what universe?"

"You know he likes to be around when things are happening."

"So we'll try not to have things happen on the Sabbath from now on."

"It's good to have a plan. Oops, I gotta go; CB just a.s.saulted a taxi."

"A taxi driver?" Leah asked when Tony repeated the high points of the conversation. He shook his head as he thumbed in the number for Lee's phone. "Probably not."

Lee answered partway through the second ring. "Tony? Are you all right?"

"Henry took a couple of hits, but Leah and I are fine and the demons are gone. You?"

"We're still at the site. They're digging for a custodian buried in the rubble and so far they've only found part of him. Jack's dealing with the emergency crews, but I can get a cab back to the studio if you need me."

For s.e.x to save the world.

"Tony?"

"Sorry. Got distracted for a minute. Um, Leah and Henry and I just have some loose ends to tie up..." He turned his back on Leah's obscene gesture. "... before I start dealing with all those other weak spots, so when you want to leave there, you guys can call it a night."

"You sure?"

s.e.x to save the world. The perfect excuse.

"Yeah. This is wizard work now, so unless Harry Potter and Gandalf drop by to help out, I'm on my own for this next part."

"Be careful, then."