Chronicles Of The Keeper - The Long Hot Summoning Part 82

Claire and Diana together grabbed Lance as he surged forward.

"Wardrobe-to-wardrobe connection?" Diana asked, brow furrowed, curiosity momentarily flattening the peaks of other emotions.

"Seems like."

"I think that fulfills my part in this foolishness, cat. I have explained, I have gloated, now I will have what I want."

The sound of a struggle.

"A valiant attempt, Dean. But you are mine."

"I don't think so, b.i.t.c.h!"

Diana's eyes widened as her head snapped around toward her sister. "Claire!"

"Lance .. ." Claire yanked him free of Diana's grip, her fingers dimpling his arm. Yanked him around to face her. ". . . can you stop Meryat?"

He pulled a roll of ancient linen out of his right front pocket with his free hand. "Yes!"

"Then go!"

Diana grabbed too late as Lance raced for the storefront, so she grabbed her sister's shoulder instead. "Claire, that isn't where he came in. There's no way to be sure he'll come out in your bedroom! Not without ..." Her voice trailed off at the look on Claire's face.

Claire reached into the possibilities and set Lance's feet on a single path.

Rules broke.

Dean's hair had begun to gray.

Since it seemed to be his only remaining option, Austin launched himself from the top of the wardrobe, screaming a challenge.

Meryat swatted him aside. Lost a little flesh tone in the use of power but quickly gained it back as Dean seemed to shrink in on himself.

"Hold hard, you ancient and perfidious evil!"

Her attention lifted off Dean. "What?"

Austin muzzily wondered much the same from where he sprawled against the headboard. When he was a kitten, perfidious and evil meant the same thing.

Bounding out of the wardrobe, Lance twirled a line of linen across the room.

Meryat stared at him in disbelief for a heartbeat, then laughed and raised a hand. "Foolish b . . . OW!"

As the linen looped around her neck, Dean slid off the edge of the bed. It had taken everything he had left to overcome the years of training that Meryat had called his tragic flaw but, in the end, he'd managed a solid kick in the ankle. Now his back hurt, he had an intense craving for prune juice, and he couldn't actually hear what Lance was shouting. Wasn't entirely sure it was English. That's the trouble with kids today, talk a language all their own. It's all the fault of that MT . . . Whoa. Suddenly, he felt a lot better.

Meryat wasn't looking too good.

A finger dropped off and shattered to dust against the floor.

Lance wrapped another loop of linen around her body and kept shouting.

Another finger fell. The rest of her followed about seven syllables later.

Dean covered his mouth and nose as a fine particulate rose and settled.

"Dr. Rebik!"

The archaeologist now looked only five or six years older than his driver's license picture. Which wasn't exactly good, but he inarguably looked better than he had been.

"Lance!"

In turn, Lance no longer looked like he'd taken too many hits from a croc.

Although he still looked Australian.

As the professor and his grad student caught up, Dean stood and leaned over the bed. "You all right?"

Austin checked extremities, sneered in the general direction of the reunion, and reluctantly admitted he was fine.

"Good. I'll be after getting the vacuum, then."

The sheer enormity of what her sister, her older, responsible sister, had done shouldered its way past loss and grief. Diana felt as though she was thinking clearly for the first time since Kris' sacrifice. And Claire so didn't want to know what she was thinking. She'd been hurt before, upset, now she was angry. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Believe it!"

When Rules were broken, there were consequences.

Claire slammed the door closed, counted to ten, and yanked it open. They stepped through together.

They stepped from the lower concourse into a children's clothing store.

"You've permanently warped it," Diana snapped as she tightened her hold on Sam and they ran for the next storefront.

"I had to save Dean!"

"Sure you did!" Because Claire could do what Claire wanted and too bad if anyone or what anyone else needed to do got in her way.

Jeans store.

Fabric store.

They ran past the watching elves and tried the other side of the concourse.

The doors opened only to their singular, prosaic destination.

They couldn't cross back over.

When Rules were broken, there were consequences.