Derik's Bane

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Hell, when you got right down to it, Derik should have listened to his leader in the first place.
And he didn't really believe it was done, did he? That it was too late? It couldn't be fixed?
"Look," Mike was saying—uh oh, he'd better start paying attention—"you're doing fine so far with all the, uh, ignoring my orders and hooking up with the most dangerous woman on earth—"
"Thanks."
"—but I've just got one piece of advice for you."
"I'm waiting breathlessly, oh, wonderful Pack leader whose lightest utterance gives my life meaning."
"For Christ's sake," Michael muttered. "How does she put up with you? Anyway. The advice is this: Stay focused."
"Stay focused."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"I'm serious. Keep your eye on the ball."
"It's good that you used a cliche," Derik replied, "or I might not have understood your meaning."
"Just keep it in mind," his friend said, super-mysteriously, which was annoying, but hey, at least they weren't fighting to the death, so that was all right.
"They seemed nice," sara commented. For a couple of killer werewolf psychos." "Hey, hey."
"Hedid sic you on me, Derik." "Yeah, but he didn't know you then." "What a relief," she said mockingly. "Now I feel so much better. But at least now we know why they were here."
Derik looked at her, which was unnerving, because his pupils were unusually large; the rings of his irises were just thin hoops of green. In fact, ever since Michael and Jeannie had left, he'd been twitchy as hell. Which was making her twitchy as hell. "I know why they were here," he said. "I didn't know you knew."
"It's obvious. Now we have money, and a car, and you're not worried about the Pack sniffing up our backtrail. We can focus on the matter at hand, right?"
"Right," Derik said. "Focus. That's good advice. Actually, the.reason they were here was—oh my God!"
"What?" She jerked back and looked around wildly. "What's wrong? It's the bad guys for real this time, isn't it? Get 'em!"
"It's Rachel Ray! Look!" '
Sara looked. They had been walking past the New England Aquarium and Legal Sea Foods, and she saw the cameras, the techs, the vans, the wires, and the lights; all evidence of a television show being taped. And in the distance, just disappearing into Legal's, a perfect brunette bob ...
"Oh my God!" Derik was rhapsodizing. "I can't believe it! Look! They must be doing a show on Boston, or seafood. Or seafood restaurants in Boston." He gripped her arms and shook her like a maraca."Do you realize Rachel Ray is in that building less than a hundred feet away?"
"This is so completely the opposite of staying focused," she informed him.
Incredibly, he was straightening his hair, which was so short it really never got mussed .. . not even after sex! Which was quite a trick. "Do I look okay?"
"You look very pretty, Mabel."
"God, I wish I had my cookbooks with me! I'd have her signThirty Minute Meals Two." He looked around wildly, as if expecting the book to pop out of nowhere. "Shit! Oh, wait... I know! She can sign my shirt." He tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans and smoothed it.
"If you take off the shirt, she can sign your nipple."
He shot her a withering look. "This is serious business, Sara."
It was getting downright impossible not to burst out laughing. "It is?"
"Look..." He was holding her fingers, completely unaware that his grip was crushing. Annoying enhanced werewolf strength ... arrgghh! "I have to do this. I mean, Ihave to. I've been watching her show ever since she started on the Food Network. Both her shows...Thirty Minute Meals andForty Dollars a Day. She's just the greatest. And I have to find out. This is my chance!"
Sara was having a little trouble following the conversation, which she didn't beat herself up for, because it was pretty bizarre. "Your chance for what?"
"To find out if she's Pack. I mean, she must be.
No ordinary human could be cuteand charmingand a great cookand do two shows for one network."
"It's a persuasive argument," she admitted.
"But I don't know forsure. If I get close enough to smell her, I'll know."
"How can you not know?"
"What, there's a humongous list of werewolves, and I memorized it?"
"I guess not," she said. "But doesn't Michael know?"
"He won't tell me. I've been after him for years, trying to figure it out, and he won't tell me! Bastard. How do I look?"
"I already told you."
"Okay, well, I'm gonna go do this now." He took a few deep, steadying breaths. "I have to do this."
"I understand." She gestured toward the bright lights. "Go to her."
"Great!" He bent, kissed her, loped off.
Sara watched him go, beyond amused. He was like a kid with a crush. A big, scary kid. She hoped Rachel would be nice to him.
Minutes later, he returned, looking so disappointed she knew at once he hadn't had a chance to meet his idol. "There were too many people around," he said glumly. "I mean, I could have gotten past them without too much—but I didn't want to scare her or make her think I was a stalker or something."
"Maybe next time. Did you find out if she's a werewolf?"
"No. I could smell a Pack member, but I couldn't get close enough to sort it out from the rest... it could be a techie, could be her assistant, could be the guy who owns Legal's, for all I know." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "But it's gotta be her. Itmust be her."
"Well, you tried."
"Yeah." He looked at her, a serious look. Uh-oh. "Sara, I just wanted to say I really appreciate your support."
"If by 'support' you mean 'mocking you behind your back', then yes, I am chock-full of support."
"No, really, Sara. And I just wanted to say—I mean, to tell you, that maybe when this is all done, we can, you know, hit the road again, maybe try to run into Rachel again."
What an unbelievably weird idea."Okay. I mean, that'd be nice. I'd like to do that." As she said the words out loud, she realized it was true. "When this is all done."
He took her hands again, more gently this time, she was relieved to note. "I'm just saying, there's nobody I'd rather follow theThirty Minute Meals show with than you."
"That's ... so sweet." She bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh. Then, to her total shock—and his, too, she'd bet—she burst into tears.
"Oh, good," he said, hugging her. "Because this is exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "It's just that I want this to be over—over in a good way—so we can do dumb stuff like stalk Rachel Ray. Together."
"Dumb?" Then, "I love you, Sara."
"I love you, too."
He cradled her in his arms. His big, strong arms. She resisted the urge to melt.
"Oh, Derik. How the hell did we get ourselves into this?"
"Who cares? I love you, and we'll fix it. I loved you," he added nostalgically, "from the moment I tried to kill you."
"It took a little longer for me," she confessed.
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Sara had suggested, in a ploy to divert them from their mission and cheer Derik up, that they stop by Wordsworth and pick up a new cookbook. Derik agreed at once.
"Is it totally lame that we're putting off going to Salem?"
"No."
"Well, good." She paused, then walked into the bookstore as he held the door for her. "Why isn't it lame, again?"
"We don't even know where we're supposed to go once we get to Salem," he pointed out reasonably. "Maybe if we keep hanging out, your power will kick in, or the bad guys will make a move, or something."
"Uh-huh. Is it just me, or has quite a bit of this world-saving trip entailed waiting around for something to happen?"
"It's just you," he said, and trotted toward the cooking section.
"Like hell," she muttered. She had no desire to add to her cookbook collection, but maybe she could check the New Fiction section and see if Feehan had a...
Oh. Oh!
After a couple of minutes, she was sitting on the floor in the History section, looking up King Arthur. Which was really kind of silly, after all, she had done lots of papers in school on King Arthur and Morgan Le Fay,, so it was unlikely there would be a book here with information she didn't have on—
Arthur's Chosen. Also referred to as Arthur's Sect, Arthur's Guild, and Morgan's Bane. A mysterious sect founded in the year of King Arthur's death, Arthur's Chosen believes Arthur will return one day, but only with the help of his half sister, Morgan Le Fay...
Well. That was lucky. She'd just sit here and find out all about the bad guys, thank you very much.
Sara became absorbed.
ONE HOUR LATER...
IDIOT. FUCKING IDIOT!
"You know better," he said out loud, startling the clerk standing a few feet away. He shot her an apologetic grin and followed Sara's scent out the door.
Well, isn't this what you were waiting for? Something to happen?
"Shut up," he said—damn it, he was talking out loud again!
Bad move, bad guys. He could find Sara's backtrail in a snowstorm; he could certainly track her to Salem. And if they harmedone hair . . . onehalf of one hair ... if they touched her . . .breathed on her . . .thought about her...
He noticed people jumping out of his way and supposed he should calm down—he was scaring perfect strangers and really shouldn't growl in public—but he was too fucking annoyed.