This one talks about the Aether demons, she announced, full of surprise. I thought Garibaldi made those.
Wraiths have been around for a long time, Sam informed her, turning a page.
How do you know that?
I started reading these books when we got back from New York, more so after we tangled with Garibaldi last time. The demons are nasty thingsall hate and angerranging in size from small spheres to man-size.
The ones theyd already faced hadnt been that big, but they did a lot of damage. They had cut Griffin up pretty badly. What kind of damage would something bigger do? They could be cutting him right now. Flaying him. Tearing him apart.
Fear gripped Finley hard, crushed her lungs and stopped her heart. God, she couldnt breathe. Im going to be too late, arent I? Garibaldis probably already killed him.
Sam looked at her with an expression that offered no hope, no sympathy, but neither was it morose. Hell be hurt, but youll find him. The bastards not going to kill him quickly.
His words were as effective as a dagger to the gut and just as painful. He was right. The Machinist would torture Griffin patientlyhe was too caught up in his desire for revenge to rush things now. Hed want to make Griffin suffer. In a way that was good, because they had time to find him alive, but who knew what sort of shape hed be in when she found him. It wasnt just his spirit in the Aether, it was his physical self, and every injury would show. Would scar.
A large hand settled over hers and squeezed. She hadnt realized how cold she was until that moment. Griffin is the strongest person I knowstronger than you or me. You will find him, and the two of you will send Garibaldi to hell, where he belongs. Finleys gaze lifted to his. There was an awful lot of determination in the black depths of Sams eyes. I mean it. Youre going to destroy him, you understand me? And youre going to do that for me.
Out of all of them Sam had the most personal vendetta against The Machinist. The man had manipulated him, kidnapped the girl he loved and now had his best friend. The man was also responsible for the automaton that had ripped Sam apart. Maybe they werent really friends, but they were family now, and Finley would get revenge for Sam.
I will, she promised.
He squeezed her hand before letting go, and they went back to the books. It was difficult to concentrate when she kept waiting for Emily to come for her, but Finley did the best she could. She needed to learn as much about the Aether as she could.
Someone should send for Ipsley, she said, the thought suddenly occurring to her. Ipsley was a new friend of Griffins and a medium. He was able to communicate with ghosts, so it stood to reason he could communicate with anyone in the Aether. He might be able to reach out to Griffin, and even if he cant, I might be able to talk through him.
Sam immediately picked up the handset for the telephone that sat on the desk and tapped out a number. Griffin had had the private telephone installed just a month earlier. It was a new design by Bell that eliminated the need for an operator, and connected Aetherically to the local switchboard, opening a line on its own. Fantastic little thing, but expensive. Finley couldnt believe how much it cost to have them installed throughout the housemore money than her stepfather made in a year.
Sometimes Griffins wealth frightened her. Many young men would suspect someone of her background of sniffing around after his money, but Griffin never did that. Another example of how well he knew herif she wanted money she could think of a dozen ways she could easily make a fortune, and most of them were legal.
She half listened as Sam spoke to Ipsley, and took from his half of the conversation that the medium was all too happy to help. Sam hadnt given him details, but he had mentioned that Griffin was in trouble. Ipsley was a good enough friend that he only needed to hear that to come running.
Finley was reading about the sorts of creatures she might encounter in the Aether when the library door opened and Jasper walked in. His green eyes were solemn. Everythings ready for you, Miss Finley.
It didnt matter how many times she asked him not to call her miss he always went back to it. It usually sounded so very charming in his American drawl, but this time it sat like a weight around her shoulders.
Sam stood at the same time she did. Finley placed her hand on his forearmit was hard as a rock beneath her fingers, and it wasnt completely because of the metal framework Emily had used during the reconstructive surgery shed performed on him. The bloke was as solid as a brick privy. Sam, just in case, I want to say...thanks. That was all she could manage without getting too choked up.
Save it for later, came his gruff reply. Finley wondered what he would have said had Jasper not been there. The two men were getting on better than they had, but they still werent best of friends. Maybe they would never be terribly close, but they each had a job to play within their little group, and each of them performed his job very well.
Ill bring Ipsley down as soon as he arrives, Sam promised. You tell Em that hes coming. He should be here soon.
Finley nodded and then joined Jasper, who walked her to the lift.
I feel like Im headed for the gallows, she jokedlamelyas the gate closed.
I reckon youd be a simpleton not to feel that way, her friend replied. Aint no pleasure in contemplating a bodys mortality.
But Im not dying for good. Saying it out loud, it sounded so completely absurd. Challenging death, trespassing in that domain was not something anyone should take lightly.
Jasper chuckled. No, you are not. I do wish youd let me go instead.
Ive had more experience with the Aether.
Yeah, but if Meis still around, I could probably get her to help.
There was something in his voiceregret?that broke her heart. Meis moved on, Jas. I havent seen her since she helped me get Griffin away before. The girls ghost had been manipulated by his familys nemesis, Garibaldi, into doing his dirty work, and it had been easy because of Griffins regret for having caused her death when they were in New York. Mei had been an unfortunate victim of Griffins powers.
The cowboy looked straight ahead. A lock of sandy hair fell over his brow. Then I spose thats the end of that.
Is it? He had loved Mei once. The girl had died in his arms. Was there ever an end to that sort of thing?
He turned his head to shoot her a wry glance as the lift jerked to a stop. Got me a future to look forward totheres no sense in living in the past.
Sound advice. Is Cat your future, do you think?
He smiled that crooked smile that charmed practically everyone he met. Indeed she is.
Emily and Wildcat waited for them by what appeared to be a modified dental chair. It was bloody terrifying, whatever it was. It had clamps and tubes, needles and valves. There were restraints for her arms and feet and a framework to keep her head in place as she reclined.
Finleys courage wavered a bit. She couldnt get cold feet now, not with Griffin depending on her. Everyone was depending on her. She was the only one of them who had seen the Aether, let alone been sucked into it. When Griffin helped merged her two selves, a bond had formed between them. Everytime she brushed against the veil between the dimensions it got a little stronger. She would be able to find Griffin because of that bond. She would find him, save him and bring him home. And she would see Leonardo Garibaldi destroyed forever.
Emily must have seen the doubt in her expression. You all right, lass?
She nodded. The Machinist has enough of a head start on us. I dont want to give him any more. Ipsley is coming to lend his assistance. Help me into the suit.
Jasper held the heavy canvas-and-wire-mesh suit as Finley stepped into it. It was an odd-looking thing, with dials and switches, valves and hoses attached. There was a headpiece, as well, with a glass front so her face could be seen. Emily put a small glove designed to monitor heart rate and body temperature on Finleys left hand. Once in the suit, her friends helped her into the dentist chair and began attaching the various loose bits together.
It was a good thing she didnt suffer from a fear of small spaces, or shed have a fit. It was like being inside a snow globe.
In a few seconds youll begin to feel sleepy, came Emilys voice via a small amplifier near her ear. The disambiguation suit was equipped with communication devices that went both waysan addition Emily had made to it just in case the wearer ever got into trouble or needed instruction. She certainly had put a lot of work into the bloody thing given that shed proclaimed it too dangerous for use. Are you ready?
Finley nodded and drew a deep breath. Emily flicked a few switches and adjusted a couple of dials on a control panel just a few feet away. As the machinery connected to the suit engaged, a slight hum began inside the helmet. She could feel a low vibration in her limbs. Then a hissing sound as the sleeping agent was released and the cooling system started. Cool air surrounded her as Finleys eyelids drooped. She forced herself to take deep breaths so the process would be that much quicker.
May God hold ye in the palm of his hand, Finley Jayne, Emily whispered in her ear.
It was the last thing Finley heard before she died.
Chapter Five
You have a most impressive tolerance for pain.
Griffin gritted his teeth at Garibaldis mockery. Behind the compliment was the certainty that the bastard would crush that tolerance, push him to the point of begging for mercy.
He would not beg. Even if he thought it would matter, he wouldnt do it. Begging would only give his enemy pleasure. Hed die before he let Garibaldi know just how effective a torturer he was.
Blood dripped from beneath his fingernails. The Machinist hadnt ripped them offyetbut hed stuck needles underneath and pried skin from nail. He had burned him, cut him. Hed dripped water in his face until Griffin thought he might scream. The worst was the device used to drain the Aether from him. It felt like claws in his brain, scraping and digging. He didnt know if it was tears or blood trickling from his eyes.