Maybe he'd just send him out again. But I remembered Marsilia's indifference when she'd ordered Estelle's man killed... when she'd killed all of Stefan's people. She was hurt that he was still angry with her after he'd figured out what she had done. Maybe she had no understanding of Stefan's attachment to his people... because humans were food.
Maybe Blackwood would simply kill Chad.
I couldn't take that chance.
Abruptly, the sharp edge of terror made itself at home in my innards because I really was trapped. I couldn't escape, not when it could mean that Chad would die.
Dry-mouthed, I tried to sort out my tools. There was the fairy staff, of course. It wasn't there at the moment, but eventually it would come to me. It was accounted by the fae to be a powerful artifact - if only vampires were afraid of sheep.
I couldn't find the pack or Adam. Samuel had said that the connections would reset. He hadn't given me a timeline - and I hadn't been anxious to repeat the experience, so I hadn't asked. Adam said that distance made the connection thinner.
I remembered that Samuel had once run all the way to Texas to escape his father... and it had worked. But Spokane was a lot closer to the Tri-Cities than Texas was to Montana. So maybe if I stalled Blackwood long enough, I could call the whole pack in to save me - again.
After dark, and it would soon be after dark, there was Stefan. I could call to him, and he'd come to me, just as he had when Marsilia had asked me to do it - but I'd have to do it before Blackwood forced me to exchange blood with him again. I assumed that what had worked to break Blackwood's hold would work in the reverse.
And, as with calling in the pack, I would only be calling him in to die. If he didn't judge himself to be a match for Blackwood - and he hadn't - I could only accept his opinion. He knew more about
Blackwood than I did.
If I left, I left a boy I liked to die at the hands of a monster. If I stayed... I would be putting myself in the hands of a monster. The Monster.
Maybe he didn't intend to kill me. I could make myself believe that easily. Less easy to dismiss was the already demonstrated desire of his to make me his puppet.
I could always leave. I shifted and told myself that it was because I didn't want to face Blackwood while I was tied up and helpless. As coyote I wiggled out of the bonds and gag, then I shifted back, got dressed, and fingered the release tab on the trunk's lock.
So I rode in the trunk of Corban's car all the way to Spokane. When the car slowed and left the smooth growl of the interstate for the stop and go of city traffic, I straightened my clothes. My fingers touched a stick... the silver-and-wood staff was tucked under my cheek. I stroked it because it made me feel better.
"You'd better hide yourself, my pretty," I murmured in a fake pirate accent. "Or you'll be put in his treasure room and never let see the light of day."
Something under my ear chimed, we took a hard corner, and I lost track of where the staff was. I hoped it had listened to me and left. It wouldn't be much help against a vampire, and I didn't want it to come to harm while it was in my care.
"Now you're talking to inanimate objects," I said out loud. "And believing they are listening to you. Get a grip, Mercy."
The car slowed to a crawl, then stopped. I heard the clang of chain and metal on pavement, then the car moved slowly forward. It sounded like Blackwood's gates were a little more upscale than Marsilia's. Did vampires worry about things like that?
I rolled up, crossed my legs, and bent over until my chin rested on my heels. When Corban opened the trunk, I simply sat up. It must have looked as though I'd been doing it all along. I hoped that it would draw his attention away from the contents of the trunk, so he wouldn't notice the staff. If it was still in there at all.
"Blackwood has Chad?" I asked him.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Look," I said, climbing out of the trunk with less grace than I'd planned. Damned Taser or stun gun or whatever it had been. "We don't have much time. I need to know what the situation is. You said he had Chad. Exactly what did he tell you to do? Did he tell you why he wanted me?"
"He has Chad," Corban said. He closed his eyes, and his face flushed red - like a weight lifter after a great effort. His voice came slowly. "I get you when you are alone. No one around. Not your roommate.
Not your boyfriend. He would tell me when. I bring you back. My son lives."
"What does he want me for?" I asked, while still absorbing that Blackwood had known when I was alone. I couldn't believe someone could have been following me - even if I hadn't detected them, there was still Adam and Samuel.
He shook his head. "Don't know." He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "I have to take you now."
"Fine," I said, and my heart rate doubled. Even now, I thought with a quick glance at the gate and the ten-foot stone walls. Even now I could break away and run. But there was Chad.
"Mercy," he said, forcing his voice. "One more thing. He wanted me to tell you about Chad. So you would come."
Just because you knew it was a trap didn't mean you could stay out if the bait was good enough. With a ragged sigh, I decided that one deaf boy with the courage to face down a ghost should inspire me to a tenth of his courage.
My course laid out, I took a good look at the geography of Blackwood's trap for me. It was dark, but I can see in the dark.
Blackwood's house was smaller than Adam's, smaller even than Amber's, though it was meticulously crafted out of warm-colored stone. The grounds encompassed maybe five or six acres of what had once been a garden of roses. But it had been a few years since any gardener had touched these.