Chapter fourteen
Akastra was waiting for us. He had three henchmen by his side.
His voice still sent shivers up my spine.
"So… Officer Willow. Inspector Lestrade, Inspector Bradstreet." His voice was icy cold. "Inspector Hopkins. Dr. Watson. And, of course, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I gave you a chance Holmes. I gave you a chance, but you chose to stand with them. I will now kill you as I would kill any who are deemed unworthy." He turned on Hopkins.
"Starting with you, Inspector!" He fired a single shot from a pistol. The one pistol that had almost killed Spencer might now kill his ancestor.
Hopkins fell, and the battle exploded.
In the melee, I managed to reach Akastra. So did Lestrade. "He's mine, Lestrade," I snarled.
As I tackled him, he pressed a button.
Time exploded.
With a jolt, I found myself back in my own time. I looked around, confused. Around me, Holmes and Watson were getting up as well. Hopkins was still. The others were- Hopkins!? In Dallas?
Akastra was out cold. The time machine was next to him. I shook my head, trying to get the nausea out of it- a side effect of time travel, I supposed. I, for my part, called an ambulance.
"Where the hell have you been?" Spencer shouted.
"I-"
"Two months, Riley! Two months! Two months of me thinking I had sent you two your death!"
"Two months? I was only gone for two days, at most!"
"And… I've finally come to a realization, Rie. I… I love you."
With that, we pulled each other into an embrace. And started to kiss.