Ronan could also be in the house. Maybe that was who she was sensing. But she had to admit she didn’t get a creepy vibe from him. It was another kind of vibe that she didn’t want to consider right now.
She moved into the kitchen, and that’s when she caught sight of Ronan. He was coming out from the back hall. He lifted his hand in greeting to her. Or to stop her from slicing off a piece of him. She loosened her grip around the hilt of her blade as he came along her side.
“Anything?” he whispered.
She shook her head. “Something’s here, though.”
“Yeah, I get that, too.” He lifted his chin and sniffed the air. “I can smell decomp.”
She peered at him curiously.
“There’s at least one dead body in this house. One day dead, maybe.”
Ivy swung around and searched the shadows of the kitchen. They were either dealing with Sallos’s latest kill or his latest creation. She hoped it was the former because if it was the latter, they could be in for a world of hurt.
Revenants were really hard to kill.
They were the undead given life by a demon’s black-magic spell. Unlike the zombie lore floating around, these creatures weren’t shambling, unintelligent bodies. They possessed speed, tenacity and an irritating lust to kill.
The only way to end them was to cut off their heads and stuff valerian root into their necks. Ivy had a big knife, so that was taken care of, but she didn’t have any valerian on her.
“I need to go to the truck.”
Even in the dark, she could see Ronan frown. “Are you joking? We’re in the middle of something here.”
“Watch my back.” She moved out of the kitchen before he could protest further. But she could feel him behind her doing as she asked.
She was halfway across the living room when she felt a stir in the stagnant air to her left. She turned that way just as the revenant sprang at her from beside the sofa. What she had erroneously mistaken for three lumpy throw pillows had been a reanimated corpse lying in wait.
It latched onto her left arm with its clawlike fingers and carried her backwards. With its substantial weight behind it—Sallos had killed and resurrected a Goliath—it took them both to the ground. But before it could rip a chunk out of her shoulder with its jagged teeth, Ronan was there kicking it in the head.
The force of Ronan’s kick sent it reeling off her and onto its back. Ivy scrambled to her feet but not before the revenant grabbed onto her right leg, trying to dig its fingers into her flesh.
Thank God for the thickness of her jeans, she thought. Never before had she wanted to plant a kiss on Levi Strauss more than she wanted to now.
As she shook her leg to get it off, Ronan shot it in the back. It instantly released her. The blast of his gun echoed around the room.
“That’s not going to kill it,” she shouted over the ringing in her ears.
“I know, but it got it off you, didn’t it?”
She didn’t grace him with a response, but turned and prepared for the revenant’s next attack. They never stayed down long. It was back up on its feet in a flash and rushing forward.
Ivy unsheathed a second knife and, using defensive holds, she crisscrossed her arms and sliced deep into the revenant’s gut. It grunted, stumbled backward, and then looked down as its insides spilled onto the rug. She had to bite down on her lip to stop from retching.
“That’ll keep it busy for a few minutes,” Ronan offered as he studied the revenant’s guts on the ground.
“I need to get the valerian from the truck.”
“Go. I’ve got this covered.”
Ivy sidestepped around the confused revenant and rushed out the front door. She ran down the lawn and to the truck. Her bag of herbs and roots was behind the cab seat. She unlocked the truck and rummaged around for her bag. She found it, opened it and grabbed a small plastic bag of the herb. Stuffing it into her pocket, she ran back to the house.
When she walked into the house, the revenant was in a few pieces on the living room rug. One severed arm still moved.
She shook her head. “A little overkill, don’t you think?”
Ronan shrugged. “Best to make sure.”
She stomped over to the headless torso of the revenant. She opened the plastic bag, took out a pinch of valerian root and shoved it down into the open neck wound. The squishy sensation on her fingers made her head swim and her stomach flop over unpleasantly. She wiped the residual blood and gore onto her pants.
Within a minute, all the squirming pieces of the revenant lay still.
“We should burn the body,” Ivy said as she prodded the torso with her boot.
Ronan nodded. “I know a good place to do that.”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” she muttered under her breath. But she knew he heard her and she didn’t care.
“I just saved your ass, lady, so I suggest you be nicer.”
She cocked one eyebrow. “Please. I didn’t need your help. I would’ve taken care of it by myself.”
“Before or after it had eaten your leg for a midnight snack?”
She smirked. “Whatever. Let’s just find a garbage bag, get the pieces together and get this done.” She looked around the room. “Obviously, Sallos knew we were coming. He might have other traps for us.”
Ronan disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a hefty orange garbage bag. “Found one under the sink.” He knelt down and started to fill the bag.
“We should hurry. That shot you took probably woke the neighborhood. Cops will probably be here soon.”
She picked up the arm and shoved it into the plastic bag.
“You can’t just say thanks, can you?” He stuffed another piece inside. “It’s obvious gratitude is beyond your intellectual scope.” When the bag was full, Ronan tied it off.
“Can we just move it along?” Ivy didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to feel gratefulness or anything for this cambion. The less she felt for him, the better.
“Yup, no problem.” He hefted the bag over his shoulder. As he walked it swung and hit Ivy in the side of the head. It had enough impact to send her sprawling over the sofa. she had no doubt in her mind that he’d done it on purpose.
Balling her hands into fists, she followed him out of the house, down the front steps and to the truck. After he swung the bag into the back of the truck, she rounded on him. She poked him in the chest with her knuckle.
“Listen to me. I told you this was my way or the highway. So either do what I say or you can get lost. I don’t need your running commentary about what I am doing or not doing.”
