Page 59 of Carnal: The Beast Who Loved Me

CHAPTER EIGHT

Carnal’s fascination with Rosie hadn’t been gradual. It had hit like a jolt of electricity in the midst of the single most horrific event of his life. It had haunted him throughout his period of self-loathing and mourning over what had happened to Blaze. Eventually the desire to find out if his reaction was a fluke pulled him home again.

He felt a similar tingling sensation the second time he saw her, when he’d found her sleepy and in his bed. Her eyes had sparked with an interest that had made it almost impossible not to grab and claim her on the spot. He’d known instantly that every female he’d ever seen up to that moment was inferior in every way. Since then, he’d tried a variety of approaches that should have caused her to want to get to know him more intimately. The most successful, by far, had been the picnic date, but that had ended with a battle summons.

He understood without being told that Rosie wasn’t ready to be claimed. He knew she wasn’t put off by him. She was receptive, and his intuition informed him that she was attainable. He just had to bide his time until he understood the way her mind worked and what she needed.

It was a relief to find out she was probably even less human than he was, but it also presented a puzzle. What kind of guy did demon girls go for? He hoped they liked strong young hybrids who were alpha of their crew, with influential parents, and an impressive track record pleasing females sexually. If not, he’d find out what she wanted, and try to be more like that. He could be flexible, he told himself.

So he’d walked her back to the house after the bonfire then disappeared into the night leaving her wondering what had just happened. His intuition had also told him that leaving her a little confused might get more of her thoughts directed his way. And that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The next morning, Free was waiting for Rosie in the kitchen.

“Eat,” he said. “Have coffee. You’re coming with me to Farsuitwail.”

It was short, but couldn’t be said to be sweet. In fact, it was gruff. So gruff that Rosie thought it best not to question the Extant. She hurriedly ate what Serene left for her standing, and drank half a mug of coffee while Free watched.

“Should I go tell Dandelion I won’t be in this morning?” she asked.

Free shook his head. “She knows. Serene left these for you, said to put them on under your skirt.” He handed her a pair of leathers like the ones she’d worn on her date with Carnal.

She took them without argument.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” Free said as he was walking out.

She dropped her boots to the floor, pulled the pants on under her skirt, and relaced the boots as fast as she could. Once she stepped outside, she understood why Serene had been thoughtful enough to provide leathers.

Carnal and his crew were waiting on their bikes, while Free mounted his own. “Carnal says you can ride with him.”

She looked questioningly at Carnal, hoping for an explanation. “We’re escorting the Extant and his guest to Farsuitwail.” He held out the fur and leather jacket she’d worn on their date. She took it and put it on gratefully, knowing the wind would go right through her shawl like she was wearing nothing.

The Rautt had not forced human tech workers to simply disable every power source. They’d forced the destruction of the technology foundation before they’d killed everyone who worked in a tech or power capacity. That destruction included all knowledge recorded digitally, on drives, or discs. Everything that required external power became history.

The surviving humans depended on fire for heat, light, and cooking. They depended on looms to weave clothing. They depended on wildcrafting for medicine. They depended on draft horses and oxen to plow the fields. Most huddled together in and around Farsuitwail, hoping for safety in numbers. Some lived on farms with the city as a quasi-barrier between them and the wasteland.

To a cultural observer, or a Rautt raiding party, the humans would appear to be living in preindustrial times, with the exception of transformers in tangled ruins and former nuclear facilities rising from the sands of the wasteland, standing in small clusters like sleeping sentries.

What the Rautt failed to do was destroy the bound books with paper pages. And since most of the people left alive could read, the human population was motivated to secretly begin reconstructing the lost knowledge.

They’d constructed hidden rooms with soundproofing, moved all the books to basements with access perfectly hidden unless you knew where to look. Adults who were interested in self-educating could spend time there, but could not remove books. After thirty years, a system of underground colleges had developed in Farsuitwail. They were so well-hidden that even Exiled didn’t know about them.

Children were openly taught reading, writing, and math, but all studies that hinted at science were esoteric. They’d developed means for identifying children with aptitude for science or mechanics. Those children were given a solid foundation in mathematics so that, when they reached puberty, they would be moved into an accelerated program of study, the goal being twofold. To reharness the lightning for ease of living. And to build a self-defense system to protect them from their enemies.

Rosie had guessed right. Though the Exiled had done a fair job of protecting humans from the Rautt for twenty-five years, some of the Farsuitwailian authority figures saw them more as a problem to be solved than as benign protectors. A variation on the cure being as bad as the disease. Because there was significant dissent on whether or not to trust the Exiled, they were as ignorant of human industry, and plans, as were the Rautt.

The first hint that a human-generated storm might be brewing was presented by the unlikeliest source, a visiting girl, human by all appearances, presently working as a bar maid.

The ride down the foothills was fast, but it had been so long since the roads had been repaired that it was impossible to miss all the holes and cracks. After a couple of uncomfortable bounces, Rosie surreptitiously improved the suspension on Carnal’s bike. That left her free to enjoy the ride, the smell of Carnal, and the feel of holding onto his rock-hard torso. Even with those distractions, her mind was preoccupied with questions about why she’d been brought along.

They slowed when they entered the outskirts of the city. The streets were wide because they had once accommodated motor vehicles, but were in poor repair like the rest of the territory Rosie had seen. People on the streets stopped and stared even though Rosie was sure they must be accustomed to seeing Exiled in and around Farsuitwail.

Free and his escort stopped outside a stone building with an impressive number of steps, columns, and guardian statues of some sort of beast Rosie wasn’t familiar with, which meant they were mythical.

“What’s here?” Rosie asked Carnal so that only he could hear.

“The mayor and his fools,” said Easy.

She’d forgotten that hybrids hadreallygood ears. She looked over at Easy, then back at Carnal, who was completely non-committal.

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