Ruby: Uncut and on the Loose: The Veil, #1
By Danica Avet
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Ruby Fontenot, a Cajun hermit, loses control of her life when she's tapped to become the last Lineage Chieftain in a paranormal world she had no idea existed. With the power to change the face of The Veil by choosing its leaders, Ruby is now a wanted woman. Once she meets a member of the Veilerian High Council, what began as a fight for her life turns into a fight for her heart and her freedom.
As the High Council Representative, Lucian Ravenswaay has spent decades searching for the elusive Lineage Chieftain only to discover she's his life mate. But this vampire has bigger plans than settling down; he wants a Council seat and to get it, he'll have to turn Ruby over to them. The line between what he wants and what he needs is blurred and making the wrong choice could mean the destruction of an entire society.
Note: This book was previously published. Minor changes have been made.
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Ruby - Danica Avet
Chapter One
B liss02 doesn’t know what she’s in for!
Ruby Fontenot moved her mouse in an intricate pattern, effectively annihilating her archenemy’s animated orc. Take that, you filthy orc!
She let out a satisfied laugh and sat back in her chair. Her online enemy had been dogging her for weeks. That’ll teach her. Ruby stretched her arms over her head with a happy sigh. She just loved pitting her strategies against others.
Briggs groaned and rolled over, ignoring her good humor. You’re no fun,
she scolded the bulldog as she signed off her character and began shutting down the computer.
Living alone in the middle of nowhere might keep some people from happiness, but Ruby preferred the isolation. Life was much better without countless encounters with people who were either cruel or completely misunderstanding. People tended to stare at her or ask stupid questions like, So what’s the weather like up there?
They didn’t know what to make of a six foot plus female built like a brick house. Not to mention, she much preferred not worrying about seeing anyone male or female but the mailman and the delivery company.
Let’s go to bed,
she told Briggs, who was playing dead.
The squat bulldog hopped to his feet and beat tracks to the bedroom, his claws clicking on the hardwood floor. The house had been her grandmother’s childhood home and, as was common in homes down the bayou, most of the house was built of cypress. She passed a loving hand over the soft, worn fabric of the floral sofa. The floorboard creaked under her weight as she walked across the room, the sound a comfort on a lonely night.
The house was solid and comfy and all hers. If her father hadn’t been smart enough to teach Ruby how to trap in their beloved swamp and be wise with her money, she’d have lost the only home she’d ever known. Gently straightening his old Winchester on the wall, she mused that his stern belief in life insurance also meant she had a comfortable, though not extravagant, life. She rarely bought anything new, grew and caught her own food, and ordered necessities through that marvelous invention, the Internet.
Sighing with contentment, Ruby stretched again, eager to get some sleep. Something caught her attention just as she turned off the living room light. She frowned as she walked to the picture window facing the bayou. Using the curtain as a shield, she peeked out at her yard.
The moonlit swamp she called home appeared empty and comfortably normal. She only saw the tiny clearing her house stood in, her old Mustang sitting in the driveway, and the bayou hugging the front of her property. Cypress and oak trees loomed over the water and her little house, their embrace almost appearing creepy in the gloom.
Ruby’s eyes adjusted perfectly to the darkness as they scanned the front yard. Seeing nothing strange, she moved to the window on the side of the house facing the woods. The trees were thicker as they huddled around her small shed on the back of her property. The horseshoe shape of the bayou surrounded her house on three sides, leaving this one side facing land.
Once again, she used the curtains as a shield, peeking through the wispy lace to see the side yard. The pitch-dark lane leading from her house to the highway three miles away also appeared normal.
She frowned, her eyes flicking back and forth, searching for the disturbance. Nothing moved. Then she realized what had caught her attention. The animals and insects that kept up a constant pulse of life in the swamps were silent.
Since the only thing that could trigger such a change in the environment was either a human or a large predator, Ruby crept across the living room to grab her crossbow and bolt from the gun cabinet. The weapon had been a gift from her dad on her twelfth birthday and, having used it for so long, loading it in the dark proved no problem.
Her heart pounded as adrenaline flooded her system. Ruby crept through the living room, hoping she didn’t have a predator of the two-legged variety. She didn’t want to shoot someone.
She opened her front door, pleased it didn’t make a sound, and stepped onto the front porch. Keeping her back against the wall of the house, she padded to the side facing the woods. The trellis attached to the porch hung heavy with jasmine her mother had planted. The scent teased her nostrils as she concealed herself behind the blossoms.
The silence was dense. Expectant. The hairs rose on the back of her neck. Of all the times to forget her night vision goggles. Cursing under her breath, she forced her body to relax. Her eyes would adjust.
Ruby placed her finger on the trigger of her crossbow and patiently waited to see what it would do.
LUCIAN RAVENSWAAY STOOD stock-still as he caught a trace of spicy flowers in the night air. The unique fragrance seemed out of place in the swamp with its moss, decaying vegetation, and stagnant waters. The scent came from the southern side of the woods, drawing him like a moth to the flame.
Slipping through the trees, he came to the edge of the woods and spotted a small house ahead. In the near perfect darkness, he could see that the house seemed to be in good shape and his nose told him it was inhabited. Catching whiffs of the perfume coming from the house, Lucian yanked on the reins of his instinct, which clamored to investigate.
Shaking his head to empty it of anything not related to the assignment, he surveyed the area for his prey. His eyes gave him no clues about what kind of person lived in the house other than an extremely neat one with an affinity for older cars. The Mustang parked in front of the house gleamed in the dark. The yard was neat with a pristine lawn and no knickknacks cluttering the ground. The house was well-kept with a jasmine crowded trellis blocking the view of the front door.
Lucian dismissed the smell as belonging to the flowers, opening his other senses to search for the fugitive. The only presence he detected was a wavelength from the person who lived in the house. The pulse of energy was strong. Stronger than most humans he’d come across. Curiosity almost had him approaching the house to find out who would choose to live in complete isolation, but his duties kept him hidden in the dark.
His team had been out for five days with no break as they hunted down Julius Blue, the last Lineage Chieftain.
To hell with that. He needed a break.
If we don’t find Julius before dawn, we’re out of here.
He sent the thought to Pagan using his race’s telepathic ability. She owned a private investigation agency, but was helping him tonight as a favor.
What’s up, Big Daddy Fang? Not enjoying your nature walk?
she shot back. Friggin’ alligators are the size of elephants out here!
So you don’t want to get back to the city and do a little relaxing?
he asked her as he stared at the house. He really wanted to see who lived there, but fought the compulsion.
Do I come across as stupid? Of course I want to get the hell out of here,
Pagan grumped, cursing him when he laughed.
See you at The Pit then. Try not to break a nail.
With a final glance at the house, Lucian turned away, heading northeast deeper into the swamp. The spicy flower scent followed him, trapped in his sinuses and teasing him with the unknown.
RUBY’S BODY RELAXED as the threat moved on. She’d heard a very soft sound and then the feeling of menace around her property instantly diminished. The crickets began to sing and frogs croaked as the danger moved away from her house.
She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Ruby still wasn’t sure what the hell had been out there, but she’d instinctively felt the danger and prepared herself to take action. Now, as the adrenaline drained from her system, she was more exhausted than before.
Ruby surveyed the yard one more time before heading back inside. She locked the house up tight, but took her crossbow to her bedroom. Briggs was in the middle of her bed, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
Some guard you are,
she told him in tired disgust.
Obviously unimpressed by her ire, Briggs farted, turning over. Ruby snorted and got ready for bed, putting her crossbow on the nightstand before slipping between the sheets.
There was no way she was getting a restful night’s sleep.
THE MORNING DAWNED bright and clear, the glorious sunshine accompanied by the songs of birds and a wispy breeze indicating a beautiful day lay ahead. Ruby went about her regular morning chores, trying not to think about the possible intruder from the night before. Once she realized she’d peeled the same potato twice, she quickly threw everything in the fridge and headed into the woods, her crossbow at the ready.
The tracks she’d expected to find were nonexistent. Whatever she’d sensed had either cleared its tracks or she’d imagined the whole thing. Knowing she had nearly no imagination, Ruby was certain her intruder had been a person who’d intentionally cleared away any trace of his presence. Her father had taught her how to trust her gut reaction, using it to help her track. Her gut told her someone had been here.
She bit her lip and studied the woods, looking for some clue as to who it had been and what their intentions were. Nothing stood out to her and, considering her tracking skills, the person who’d been watching her house had to be an expert at stealth. Her father had trained her, and he’d been the best tracker in the swamps for nearly thirty years.
Deciding not to waste her time looking for clues that weren’t there, she went back inside, keeping her crossbow at the ready. After cleaning her house and lugging the weapon with her everywhere, she decided to calm down the paranoia, finally putting away her trusty crossbow. For a couple of hours, she still jumped at any sound that seemed out of place, but when nothing happened, she decided maybe she’d imagined the whole episode after all. No one could clear their tracks so well that they left absolutely no clues of their presence. Shrugging it off as too much RPG and not enough sleep, she went outside.
Walking along the small path next to the house, she inspected the exterior. She loved her home. Some spots on the exterior walls were chipping. She’d have to strip and paint the house again soon.
Levy Fontenot had taught her everything she needed to know about living in the unforgiving swamp, and she’d learned well at his knee. He’d also been the center of Ruby’s life. She stepped back to check the roof. Looked good. She resumed her walk to the shed. After the scare last night, she wanted to set up some traps around her house. There was no telling if the cougar—it had to have been a cougar—would return, and she didn’t want it getting close enough to come after her or Briggs.
The scent of jasmine on the hot air teased her nose, reminding her of Levy’s insistence that she learn to care for the flowers her mother had loved. Levy hadn’t talked about Ruby’s mother very often, but when he did, it was with deep love and sorrow. He’d adored Zoe and had wanted nothing more than to spend forever with her. Ruby made the mistake of asking about her maternal family once, and Levy’s angry, almost defensive, reaction kept her from asking again. They were no part of their lives, Levy said, and the subject died there.
Shaking her head to clear it of sentimental thoughts, Ruby opened the door of the little shed. She frowned as it stuck. She could’ve sworn she planed the bottom of the door a couple of months before. Ruby sighed sharply. There was always something to fix or replace out here. Gah, she thought sourly as she yanked on the door with all of her might.
A little man crouched in the doorway of her shed. She leapt back with a shout. She wasn’t overly worried about him because he was so tiny and she was so...not.
Who the hell are you?
she shouted, forcing her body to relax in case he attacked. Anger and a tendril of fear coiled in her stomach, making it churn.
He didn’t answer, his eyes taking her measure just as she took his. He was wearing an almost sheer robe opened over a loincloth. His eyes were completely blacked out, no iris showing, no whites. Utter darkness. Shock held her immobile.
With a growl, he launched himself at her. Stumbling back, she fell on her ass.
Chapter Two
Feeling ridiculous with a hundred and two pounds of saggy skin and brittle bones pinning her to the ground, Ruby fought. She’d always been almost abnormally strong for a female and, for the second time in her life, she thanked God for her strength. Bracing her feet on the ground, she bucked her body, trying to throw him off. One hand gripped his shoulder to aid his removal.
He shouted again in a strange language, keeping his place by grabbing her throat. Surprised at the strength in his hands and the intense heat pouring out of them, Ruby gasped for breath, thrashing beneath him, her fists battering at his head. She wasn’t going down without a frigging fight!
A strange lethargy pulled at her as her attacker kept talking in that strange, singsong language. Her fists slowed their angry swinging, and her body stopped trying to buck the man off. Forcing herself to look into his eyes, she gasped, Why?
Time seemed to stand still, and Ruby swore she could feel her heartbeat slowing until it felt as though it beat every other minute, and then like it barely beat at all. The bright afternoon sunlight began to fade, and sparks exploded behind her eyelids every time she closed them, so she struggled to keep them open.
Her vision tunneled, and at the end she could see the vague figure of a person. For some reason, she panicked. Something, a whispering, wordless compulsion told her not to go near the figure. The person was short, possibly a woman, even though the menace didn’t seem to match the figure’s size, but that was all she could tell.
The fear and uncertainty forced her back to herself, and she felt a moment’s relief before she remembered she was still dying. Screw this. She was going to die, and she’d make sure her accusing eyes would haunt the geezer for the rest of his miserably short life.
The thought filled her with a strange sense of peace and in the back of her mind, Ruby wondered at her vindictive nature. As a self-imposed hermit, she hadn’t realized she would crave vengeance so much, but supposed she’d never put herself to the test before.
You’re not going to die, kid, so stop thinking about it,
the old man said as he wheezed and crawled off her, finally letting go of her throat. He slumped on the ground, his body seeming far more fragile than it had moments before.
Ruby coughed, her body racked with pain as it pulled in life-affirming air. She lay on the ground, her arms splayed out as she stared up at the sun-laced oak trees overhead. She wasn’t going to die. At least not at this moment. Maybe the old guy would decide she needed a new hairdo and take off her head. That would be the icing on the cake right about now.
Not everything’s about you, sweetcakes,
the geezer huffed from beside her. He hacked loudly. If I had the strength, I would’ve kept going, and you would’ve been my last choice.
He looked her over skeptically. Okay, so you’re not that bad. A few years ago,
he leered at her as she made a disgusted face. "Right. Anyway, so you don’t have time for the whole shebang, sweetie. It’s going to be short and sweet. Although, it isn’t all that short, if you know what I mean. Heh, heh."
Yuck,
Ruby rasped, pushing herself to a seated position and scooting several feet away from what she was beginning to think was a serial pervert with violent tendencies. Maybe if she got to her feet, she could outrun him, although in her current condition she wasn’t sure she’d get far.
From her new position, he didn’t look threatening at all. He looked like he should’ve been on the cover of an AARP magazine for pygmies. Deeply golden skin was stretched taut over a small, bony face topping a wrinkled body barely five foot four. His hair was a shock of white against dark skin, and his bushy black eyebrows nearly met over a wide nose. He barely had any teeth left except for the two at the bottom that poked out of his mouth when it was closed. Ruby mused if he had any wrinkles he would look like Briggs.
Bulldogs are disgusting,
the pygmy said with great dignity as he stood up and brushed off his robe and loincloth.
Wait, she thought. Was he reading her mind? So far she hadn’t said anything because her throat hurt so much, but he’d answered every one of her mental comments. Wh—
she croaked. You’re reading my mind?
she finally rasped out, her throat raw. Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my shed?
Not like it’s hard to read your mind, toots. You’re not exactly Einstein,
he told her despairingly, though Ruby was too stunned and in pain to really take offense. And I’ll tell you who I am just as soon as you tell me what an Amazon is doing in seclusion.
She gaped at him. An Amazon?
He’s crazy, logic told her.
I wouldn’t be so hasty to judge, a new voice said in her mind, startling her to her feet.
Pygmy man’s gaze started at her feet and looked up, and up, and up. Jay-zus...
he whispered. I thought I was just imagining how tall you were.
Blushing with embarrassment, Ruby cleared her throat and tried not to pay attention to the morbid curiosity on his face. She was quite used to the attraction she gathered everywhere she went, which is why she’d stopped going places.
Look, mister, I don’t know who the hell you are or what you want, but this is private property. I’m asking you nicely to leave before I call the police,
she told him, tucking a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear.
You’ll do no such thing,
he said sharply, snapping out of his awe-inspired stare. You need to know what’s going to happen before I die, girl, so just sit quiet for a minute.
Shit, did I hurt you?
Ruby immediately forgot about her embarrassment and his attack, reaching for him to help him to her house.
No!
he shouted, stepping away from her before she could so much as touch the fabric of his robe. You can’t just touch people, you fool! God!
He panted, grabbing his chest as though it hurt.
Ruby bit her lip and wondered what his problem was. Are you having a heart attack?
What?
he asked in surprise. No! Stupid females. Why did I think I could do this?
He paced around, flapping his arms and muttering to himself.
You said you were dying,
Ruby began quietly, trying to figure out what was going on. She felt like she was on a roller coaster with no discernable end in sight.
Well, yeah, we’re all dying,
he told her sarcastically. As it is, I’m going to die before you are, so there are a few things you need to know that’ll keep you alive. So just sit down, shut up, and listen to me, okay?
When she attempted to ask him something else, he exploded. Do it to make me happy so I leave you the hell alone, okay?
I’m still calling the cops,
she warned as she pulled a chair out of her shed and sat down to humor him. This had to be the most bizarre day she’d ever had. She pondered the possibility that this wasn’t, in fact, real. She didn’t do so well with strangers, and this man was stranger than the usual. The only answer she could come up with to explain this weird turn of events was that she was dreaming. She’d fallen asleep after the cougar scare and was now dreaming the day away. She was so lost in thought she missed half of what the man said until he suddenly popped up in front of her face, demanding an answer.
Yes,
Ruby said immediately, having no idea what he wanted but guessing he would be happy to hear an affirmative.
She guessed wrong.
The little man’s face turned purple and, for a second, she thought he was going to have a stroke right in front of her. You haven’t been listening! Not to a single thing! That does it!
He stepped up so close to her it would’ve been termed ‘invading her personal space’ and hissed, What is your name, human?
I’m not telling you my name! You’re intruding on private property—
Ruby began before she was cut off.
I don’t give an elf’s ass. What is your name!
She glared at him, but after several long minutes of the silent staring contest she caved. Ruby Fontenot.
Raising his arms to the sky and throwing his head back, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "As of today, I, Lineage Chieftain Julius Blue of the Elkfire Line, declare Ruby Fontenot to be my heir. She shall hold the position of Chieftain for all of her immortal life, guiding the Veil in its responsibilities, advising The Council as it requests, and aiding all who need it. Ruby Fontenot Blue of the Elkfire Line shall pass on the responsibilities and duties of her position to he who is most qualified when she begins to fade, Julius said, giving Ruby a dirty look.
I declare it as the Chieftain, and so shall it be!" He finished with a sharp clap of his hands.
His words and clap echoed in the still afternoon. Ruby’s forehead furrowed as she looked at Julius. His breathing grew labored, and his body was suddenly bathed in sweat that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.
He looked almost magical, even though she didn’t believe in any such thing. Julius probably wasn’t even his real name, Ruby rationalized. Besides, she lectured herself as she watched the gold beads of sweat roll down his face and neck, there had been no clap of thunder or lightning accompanying his freestyle monologue.
Just when she’d convinced herself he was normal, Julius lifted his eyes to her face. They were no longer black, and his face no longer stretched tightly over his bones. He looked as though he’d aged fifty years while she watched. Cataracts lightened those snapping eyes while creases lined his face as though drawn by an invisible hand. She gasped.
Ruby jumped to her feet and caught him before he fell to the ground, careful not to touch his bare skin. What the hell happened?
He laughed dryly. Women. Never just accept something without a thousand questions, do you?
he asked, his voice a pale comparison to the rich timbre it had been before. He coughed softly, his tiny rib cage lifting valiantly as he strived for breath. I told you, Ruby Blue, you’re my heir. Ruby Blue,
he said musingly and laughed again. What a stupid name for the last Lineage Chieftain.
He fell silent, his eyes closing as his fragile body seemed to collapse. Ruby looked around desperately, wishing for once she didn’t live so far from civilization. He might be a weird little guy who’d tried to kill her and mocked her at every turn, but he didn’t deserve to die here.
Mr. Blue?
she asked quietly, gently jostling him in her arms. Each movement of her body made his undulate as though on an ocean, which showed just how much body mass he’d lost in the last twenty minutes. If she didn’t get him out of here and to a hospital soon, she feared he wouldn’t be much more than a bag of bones in an hour. Mr. Blue?
Ruby asked again.
His eyes blinked open slowly. Dammit,
he wheezed. Woman, you need to—
He struggled to get the words out, the effort painful for Ruby to watch. Need to get out–out of here. Coming for y–you...soon...last Chieftain.
What are you talking about? Who is coming? Your family?
The hatred and fear on his face froze Ruby’s breath in her lungs. For the first time, she feared he wasn’t insane because something in his face spoke of real horror and pain.
She is coming...will want...to possess the...last Chieftain. Can’t let her. Beware the eye. Hide...
he hissed, his body deflating as his breath rattled out in his very last expulsion.
Julius’s breath exited his body in a burst of red mist that hovered over them.
Completely stunned and unsure what to do, Ruby sat there with his body in her arms, staring at the mist. It was probably some kind of gas being used in biological warfare and if she breathed it in, she’d be infected too. So she held her breath.
The red rippled, showing deeper tones of burgundy and some dark oranges in the center. It was beautiful in a faintly menacing way, she thought uneasily. She moved her feet, tensing her legs to spring up and away if it moved closer. No sooner had her body obeyed her commands did the cloud of red envelop her, coating her from head to toe.
Cool, peaceful, and tinged with a hint of some exotic scent she couldn’t name, the mist crept into her body, saturating her every pore. Ruby wasn't an overly spiritual person, but feeling the vapor seeping into her skin was like being dipped in a river of peace.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, letting it overtake her. She braved a deep breath and it rushed inside her, filling her up. The taste was akin to cotton candy and the most sinful chocolate, sliding down her throat and warming her from the inside out. With that breath, she knew things about the body in her arms.
She knew his name was Julius Blue and he had once been a young Chieftain apprentice who was chosen as successor to the previous Elkfire Chieftain, Mahlaan. Ruby could see where each and every Chieftain joined the line, where they came from, where their families came from, until she saw the first Chieftain whose name had been lost. She saw every limb, every branch, and