The journey home was very different. The driver spurred the horses on, keen to beat the sunset and get us all safely back in the human boroughs before dark. Wise man. For my part, I watched Bryony watching me. Waited for her to say something, to ask me how I’d done what I did.
The truth was, I didn’t know. Nor, I had to admit, did I know what it meant that I could do it. The only certainty was that I had put myself squarely in the line of fire and, no doubt, made myself some new and powerful enemies. All the more reason to put some miles between me and Summerdale before the court had a chance to rally. I’d half expected that someone would try to stop us from leaving but no one had.
“You have an interesting idea of not showing your hand,” Bryony said eventually. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or concern underlying her words. Perhaps a little of both.
“He attacked you.” The words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop them. The truth might not endear me to Bryony. Nor, if I thought about it, was it a truth that lay easy with me. I’d been in control of myself, had been smart about how I’d dealt with Invar—until he threatened Bryony. Apparently that was enough to snap my control. And now the entire Fae Court had had a demonstration of exactly what power I wielded. And besides that, a demonstration of my feelings for Bryony. Feelings that might just have put her in the line of fire as well.
“I’m capable of defending myself,” Bryony said, but her expression softened a little.
“Maybe so. But I’m a soldier. I’m built to defend what’s mine.”
Her eyebrows arched even as a spark of gold ran the length of her necklace. “Who says I’m yours?”
“Are you saying you’re not?”
“You have bigger problems than that to deal with right now.”
“You’re not a problem.” Almost everything else was. The Blood. The Fae. The City. My Family. But not Bryony. Not unless she turned me away.
My fingers twisted the ring on my right hand, trying to find a place for it that didn’t feel strange. Family. Roots. A strange concept after my time away. I would have liked the chance to stay awhile and speak to my father, to even see my mother, but that would have to wait. I knew now that they still thought of me as belonging, that I was still welcome to wear the ring. That would have to be enough to keep me content.
That and the fact that Bryony hadn’t been able to say she wasn’t mine.
BRYONY
I left Ash at the Brother House and made my way back to St. Giles. There was more to be said between us, but now wasn’t the time. Slender black shadows were overtaking the last rays of sun across the City, and Ash needed to focus on the night ahead, on his patrols and his men.
I, however, was free to worry. As much as I tried to bring my thoughts back to the City and the hospital full of patients who waited for me, I couldn’t shake the image of the queen’s sword rising to meet Ash’s hand.
Idiot man. Why had he done that?
I pushed open the door to my office, trying to wrestle my thoughts back to the here and now. There was little point to begging trouble from the future before I had to. Besides, I was fairly certain that trouble would come looking without my help.
“What did he do?”
I started, biting back the cry that half rose in my throat. Fen leaned propped against my desk, his long legs stretched before him, clad in leather.
“How did you get in here?” I snapped, trying to recover my composure.
“I told the orderly that you’d asked me to come,” he said. Amusement flashed across his face. I wondered if the orderly he’d spoken to had been male or female. Even though it was common enough knowledge that Fen only had eyes for Saskia, that didn’t stop women from losing their heads when he pointed his pretty green eyes in their direction and chose to exercise his charm.
Beasts were notoriously charming, and Fen had that blood in his veins, along with Fae and human. However, I didn’t find anyone breaking into my office charming and I stalked around the desk, making a mental note to give instructions to the staff about privacy.
“I’ll thank you not to suborn my staff,” I said as Fen rose and turned so he was still facing me.
“Suborn? Hardly that. A little white lie.”
“I’ll thank you not to lie to them either.”
“Only because you’re jealous that you can’t.” He grinned and then shook his head. “But none of this is answering my question. What exactly did your Captain Pellar do while you were in Summerdale?”
“What makes you think he did anything?” I said, stalling.
“Well, for one thing, something made the magic toll like a bell a few hours ago. Loud enough that even I could feel it. And then there’s this vision that’s been stalking me all day. Something about a bloody great sword flying through the air. A bloody great sword that looked somewhat familiar.”
“There are many swords in this city right now.”
“Agreed. But there aren’t that many that I know by sight.” He spread his hands as though he wished he could sweep the thought he was having away as his mouth tightened. “This one is fairly unmistakable. So what does the Veiled Queen’s sword have to do with Asharic?”
I sighed. There was little point in trying to turn Fen away from his inquiries. He was a seer. A seer trained by the queen, if only for a short period of time. He would know the truth of it soon enough. And if I was honest with myself, I could use a little insight right now.
“He called the queen’s sword to his hand during the challenge,” I said.
“Shal e’tan mei.”
“Precisely,” I agreed. “Though I think we may have moved beyond that point.”
“The sword answered to his power?”
“Yes.”
“And how did the court take that?” he asked, somewhat warily.
“That remains to be seen. We left somewhat abruptly after Asharic brought the fight to an end.”
“Talk about setting a cat amongst the pigeons. Does he know what this means?”
“I don’t think he’s thought it through to the logical conclusion,” I said. I felt suddenly exhausted, the sleepless night and the tension of the day descending upon me like the weight of one of the giant bells in the cathedral.
“Which is?”
I straightened in my seat with an effort, trying to drive away the fatigue and think. “You’re the seer. You tell me.”
“You know more about the court than I do,” Fen countered. “You were brought up there.”
“I wasn’t alive the last time the throne was empty. I don’t know exactly what happens to fill it again,” I pointed out. “So you have just as much experience with this as I do.” I rubbed my temples, seeing the sword spinning through the air again. Flying to Ash as though it recognized its true master. “And honestly, I don’t think anyone had thought of trying to call the sword before. Maybe with the queen gone it would answer to any of us.”
“You don’t really believe that,” Fen said.
“Maybe I’m trying a little crazy DuCaine optimism.”
“I’m not sure even DuCaine craziness can do much good here.” Fen sat down in one of the chairs that faced my desk, his hand rubbing his wrist where the scar from the iron he used to wear to control his powers still showed faintly silver.
“Why? Have you seen something? Do you know what’s going to happen?”
“No. Like I said, all I’ve seen all day is that sword.”
“Will you look now?” Ash might be in denial about what he’d done, but I, for one, had a fairly good idea what might be about to happen. It would be easier if I knew if I was right. It would give me time to prepare myself.
“Do you really want to know?” Fen said.
His expression was sympathetic. It didn’t make me feel any better.
“Yes,” I said with more conviction than I felt. The last time Ash upturned my life, I’d had little warning, nor had I had any when he returned so abruptly. If he was going to capsize me once more, then I wanted time to prepare for the impact.
Fen leaned back in his chair. His expression turned distant, his eyes darkening. His power didn’t feel like Fae power. It was different somehow . . . the shimmer of it reverberating through the air, bouncing and echoing and fracturing in all directions before forming a whole once more.
Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, to change my mind, to keep the lie in my mind a little while longer, but before I could, Fen gasped and swore, focus returning to his expression like a whip cracking.
“What is it?” I asked, steeling myself for the reply.
“Torches,” he snarled. “They’re coming.”
Before I could ask who, the cathedral bells started to toll a warning and the question was no longer necessary.
ASH
The bells tolling wildly from halfway across the City drew our patrol up to a sudden halt. I turned toward the sound, swearing under my breath. We were nearly at the eastern edge of the city, and until now, things had seemed quiet.
But the bells. The bells meant an attack. I couldn’t hear anything that sounded like fighting in the surrounding streets. Which meant we were in the wrong place.
Fuck.
As if to confirm my assessment, a flare suddenly arced bright across the night sky, coming from—if my judgment was correct—somewhere west of the Brother House. Not only that. It seemed to come from within the human boroughs. Which meant this wasn’t merely a skirmish. This was serious. A second flare followed the first, a dimmer red against the smoke trail left by the first. Two meant exactly what I thought. A serious attack.
And that meant we had to get there fast. I turned in my saddle and started giving orders.
We’d planned for this. Established protocols. Even so, I didn’t like what I had to do. But my men didn’t hesitate.
They divided themselves into two forces. The first formed up behind me and the second stayed with Rhian. They would remain here.
It didn’t matter how big the attack was; it would be foolish to leave the rest of the border unprotected. That would just give the Blood a free pass into human territory.
Rhian knew her job and she nodded at me across the stretch of road and then jerked her head in the direction I needed to go.
I twisted back in the saddle and sent Aric into action. We weren’t quite at the border where the streets were wide and clear, so we couldn’t move at full speed, but our horses were surefooted and well trained and we made good time as we worked our way toward a wider street where we could gallop.
As we traveled I noticed shutters being flung open in the houses we passed, dark silhouettes peering down at us and the odd worried face lit by a lantern or candle.
I had no breath to tell them to bar their windows again and stay inside. They needed to use their heads and follow the instructions that had been communicated throughout the human boroughs. There were evacuation plans in place, of course, but in areas where there was no active fighting the safest place for humans to be was indoors.
Our pace quickened when we finally reached the main road. There was a distant roar and a gout of flame shot into the air, its source unclear. A tall building for the fire to be seen so clearly from so far away. There were a few of those in the City. My gut twisted; I hoped it wasn’t St. Giles.
Bryony.
The flares had come from farther away, I reminded myself as I bent closer to Aric’s neck and urged him on. St. Giles was as protected as it could be. And Bryony could take care of herself. She’d told me so just a few hours earlier.
I couldn’t let fear distract me from what was happening around me. What was most important in this moment and only this moment. Letting myself think much beyond that was a good way to end up dead.
I judged we were about halfway across the city when the pack of Beast Kind came tumbling out of a cross street to meet us. I tried to count them, but in the darkness, with some of them in wolf form and some in the huge and too-fast hybrid forms, it was too hard to keep track of them all. More of us than them. That was about all I needed to know.
I drew my sword. Their numbers didn’t matter. Likely this was a skirmish. A diversion to keep us from getting to where we needed to be. So we would cut our way through and keep going. Beast Kind are fast but not as fast as galloping horses over anything more than a short distance. I moved my sword to give the signal that we were to keep moving and heard the rasp of steel around me as the men drew closer in behind me.
The Beast Kind howled at us and started to close and I decided that I could speed up our task. I sent a line of fire arcing toward them across the cobblestones and then a second. The fire sprang up in two walls, obedient to my will, burning fiercely, hotter than normal fire. It must have caught a Beast or two in its path, because some of the howls changed in tone to pain and outrage rather than challenge. I heard the slithering swish of arrows from behind me and smiled grimly as I leaned forward. I trusted the aim of my archers but didn’t need to make myself any more of a target than I had to.
Between the twin walls of fire, there was a path for us to travel two abreast without singeing the horses. I gave another signal and reined Aric back so that he slowed. I needed to hold the fire and be ready with a second attack if necessary. Which meant I needed to be able to see what was going on. The men started to flow past me, swords slashing at the Beasts brave enough to leap at them through the flames.
My men cut them down with ruthless efficiency, though I saw one man—I couldn’t tell who in the weird orange and yellow light—dragged down from his saddle. Rage flared within me.
I was a soldier, yes, a general of a sort even, but I didn’t like losing even a single man.
I sent more power into the fire, flaring it hotter and higher, then turned my attention to sending some of the sparks leaping from its depths and coaxing them to brighten and flare into fireballs to rain down on the Beasts.
More howls sounded and I nodded in satisfaction. Ahead, the men had reached the end of the fire’s path and I could see the first of them urging their horses to more speed. Which meant it was time for those of us bringing up the rear to do just that.
“Forward,” I bellowed to the men still with me, and Aric took off as though I’d lit a fireball under his tail.
He ran as though both Beast Kind and flames were chasing him, ran faster than I had ever known him to run. Maybe he could feel the urgency pounding through my veins or maybe he was truly scared, but I urged him on, careless of the fact that I had overtaken most of the patrol again.
We were closer now, so close I could hear the sounds of fighting ahead and cries and screams that told me there were people other than soldiers caught up in the attack. The hot, harsh breath of smoke started to fill the air and I sent my power ahead of me, trying to feel for the source of the fire to see whether or not I could quell it.
Maybe that was why I didn’t see the net until Aric suddenly reared, squealing a protest, and I, caught off guard, tumbled from his back and hit the cobbles with a bone-jolting thud that stole half the breath from my body. I rolled into a ball, all too aware that there was a full squad of men thundering toward me and not wanting to become so much flattened meat on the road.
But before I had time to worry about that, I was surrounded, tall, white-haired forms coalescing out of the shadows, swords and guns in their hands.
Blood.
What in the seven hells?
It was only then that I noticed how dark it was.
No sunlamps.
Fuck.
It was just about the only thought in my mind.
Fuck and how stupid I had been to let myself get caught up in battle fever like a rank novice. The feeling only intensified as another net was tossed on top of me and I felt the burn of iron.
I rose to my knees, struggling to throw off the net. It tightened against me as I fought it, apparently glamoured to bind me. The iron sapped my strength so that I couldn’t blast the spell into splinters. As I thrashed, one of the Blood let off a shot that sparked the cobbles in front of me. A chip of stone gashed my cheek, slicing through skin like the sharpest of Fae blades. Blood began to drip down my face. I froze, not wanting a second bullet to hit me.
Double fuck.
That was all I needed. Fresh blood scenting the air when I was surrounded by vampires and bound with iron.
Though in this situation I doubted they would stop to drink from me. No, they were more likely to just kill me and be on their way.
It occurred to me that they could have done just that already. I didn’t dare turn to see where the rest of the patrol was. I could hear the clash of swords and hooves dancing on cobblestones and men shouting behind me. So there were other enemies out there in the darkness. Beasts or Blood, fighting my men.
The sounds of combat grew louder. No one was coming to my rescue just yet. That much was clear.
But I was still alive.
I could rescue myself if I started to use my head. Figure out how to break the binding on the net.
I took a breath. Slowed it. Breathed it out. Drew another in. Felt the calm start to rise within me despite the pain from the iron. My magic was a mere spark now. Not enough to do anything useful like set the Blood surrounding me on fire but maybe enough to free me of the net eventually. I set one part of my brain to trying to study the magic spelling the net through the fog of the iron. By some small mercy of the Lady, none of the net was actually touching bare flesh, which was probably why I was able to do even that much.
Then I looked up at the Blood who’d fired the gun. “What do you want?”
The man—he was shorter than some of the others, but apart from that and the odd red-brown shade of his eyes—he looked much like any other vampire. White skin, white hair held out of his eyes with a dark metal band. Gleaming fangs visible in his mouth where he smiled nastily down at me. “Who says I want anything, Captain Pellar?”
He knew who I was. That was worrying. Had this trap been set for me in particular or was he just lucky that I had stumbled into it? I studied him as I tried to think of the right response. He hadn’t deferred my question to anyone else. So I assumed he was in charge, at least of this particular attack. “If you didn’t want anything, I’d be dead.” I allowed myself a shrug. “I’m still here.”
I let my gaze stray a little from the ringleader, trying to count the Blood surrounding me. Eight that I could see. There could be more in the darkness, of course, beyond my immediate range of vision, drawing the shadows around themselves to hide from view. I had no way to tell. So, even if I got free, I would be alone and on foot with Lady knew how many Blood and Beasts lurking in the darkness. So I needed to use my head. Do this the smart way.
Easier if my head wasn’t throbbing like a bastard from the iron wrapped around me.
“Presumptuous,” the Blood said after a long moment.
I shrugged again. In my experience, angry enemies are often foolish ones. Anger was what had let Stellan down in the end, after all, and he wasn’t the only one who had fallen to that particular weakness. “Just stating facts.”
He stared down at me. “You have no idea of the facts of this situation.”
“No? Care to enlighten me?” I wondered who he was. He seemed perfectly calm even though, if he knew who I was—and I wondered exactly how he did so—he presumably also knew what my powers were and that I could set him on fire where he stood.
So he was used to danger and facing enemies and staying cool while doing so. Well, that could describe any member of the Blood Court—the Blood played politics for even more deadly stakes than the Fae did and didn’t turn a hair at murder, assassination, torture, or other gruesome means of achieving their ends. But still, something about him made me think that he was used to command.
Perhaps not completely seasoned like Guy or Father Cho or me, but he held himself in a way that was familiar. Confident of being obeyed.
One of Ignatius Grey’s lieutenants?
It seemed likely.
I should’ve asked whether the Templars had thought to have drawings made of any of the Blood. Holly and Fen and Lily had all spent time in the Blood Assemblies where the Blood had mixed with the human Nightseekers—Lily in the very warrens themselves—and surely they could’ve provided descriptions for someone to base a likeness on. Then again, I should’ve done a lot of things. Like not gotten caught in the first place. I took another long breath, steeling my mind to ignore the pain of the iron once more.
“Well?” I asked again when he didn’t answer me.
One of the other Blood made a snarling noise, aiming his gun at my head. The vampire before me turned his head, eyes narrowed, and the one with the gun shrank back, ducking his head.
Fearful.
Which told me that this was maybe more than a lieutenant. Maybe this was Ignatius Grey himself. And now I had an even stronger regret that I hadn’t seen a picture of him.
I hadn’t been expecting a face-to-face confrontation quite so soon, of course.
And I’d been hoping that the balance of power when we did finally meet would be different than it was right now.
Should I take him out if I got the chance? I could if I got free of this bloody net. I could use fire and burn all eight of them where they stood. But again, without knowing how many more were out there, doing so meant being willing to sacrifice my own life.
Once I was dead, the fire would go out. And a vampire can heal burns, so it was possible he might survive.
And I didn’t know if this was Ignatius Grey and therefore a target worth sacrificing myself for.
So I stared up at maybe-Ignatius and waited for him to speak, wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this.
I didn’t know what had happened to the few soldiers who had been with me, could only hope futilely that they had gotten away. The ones who had already passed through the flames would be heading toward the main action. And the ones Rhian had led would be no help. Rhian was too well trained to let them turn back if they thought there was trouble behind. They had orders to carry out, and she would see that they did so.
Too well trained by me.
Right now I regretted that decision more than a little.
Ignatius—I was going to call him that for now—still studied me as if he could see into my soul. Maybe he could. Or maybe he could read the future around me like a seer—not that I’d ever heard of a Blood seer. Or maybe he was just trying to intimidate me.
Well, if that was his game I wasn’t going to let him see that he had even the slightest impact on me.
“These cobblestones are hard,” I said, using my best bored-beyond-tears voice that I used on recalcitrant clients. “Is there a point to this encounter?” If this was indeed Ignatius, then one thing he was used to was bowing and scraping. Maybe I could annoy him into making a mistake.
“They said you were arrogant,” Ignatius said.
They? Who were they?
“Indeed?” I maintained my bored tone.
“Yes.” He tapped a hand against the sword hilt at his hip, and a chill of fear sank through my stomach.
I ignored it, tightening my focus on the vampire. “And that’s a bad thing, I assume?”
“Arrogance is acceptable in its place,” Ignatius said. His fingers curled around the sword hilt, and the blade was suddenly glinting in the flames, its point a few inches in front of my throat.
Fast. Damn fast.
Fuck.
“Bound by iron and kneeling in the dirt before your superior is not that place, however.” The point came a little closer. I kept my eyes on his face.
“You may have a point,” I said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that my knees are sore.” There was no part of me that didn’t hurt, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Do you think I care about you?” he hissed. The sword jerked, the point sliding across my cheek, on the other side of the cut from the stone.
The cut stung like acid, and drops of blood pattered down onto the cobblestones. I ignored the pain—it was hardly the worst wound I’d ever suffered—and stared up at the man who’d inflicted it. “This is a lot of trouble to catch me if you don’t.”
“There are those who are interested in you. In your continued existence or lack thereof. You have a certain value.”
I was starting to get an idea of exactly who Ignatius might have been talking to.
If there was anyone in the world who wanted me dead, it was Salvia and her faction in the court. Particularly after today.
Though she must have spoken to Ignatius before today, as there was no way she had gotten a message back to the City ahead of me. There had been no other traffic on the road from Summerdale. Coming or going. Unless, of course, they’d worked out some other means of communication.
“Interesting. So I’m your hostage?”
“No. You’re a way of getting something I want.”
The chill in my stomach deepened. What had Salvia promised Ignatius? I was growing more certain that this was him. If it was indeed Salvia making devil’s pacts with the Blood, and not some other group of enemies that I didn’t even know existed, then I was fairly certain this wasn’t going to end well. She didn’t want me buried in a dungeon somewhere—she wanted me out of the picture. Permanently. The question was whether Ignatius would play along with her plan or he had his own ideas of how he could use me.
I braced myself, reaching harder for my magic. The iron made the effort something akin to pouring acid into my brain, but I kept up the attempt even when I felt myself start to sweat.
“Whoever they are, how do you know they can give you anything? If you kill me, then my Family will come after you.”
“The sa’Uriels are not high in the court anymore.”
“No one is high in the court. Not while there is no queen to hold favor with.”
“Still, they have few friends.”
“It doesn’t take many Fae to burn down a city and raze your little underground kingdom with fire,” I said.
“Not if they are brave enough to come to the City. But your kind has mostly lost their stomach for conflict, it would seem. So I think I’ll be safe enough.”
“Don’t count on it,” I snarled even as I filed away the fact that he hadn’t denied it was his kingdom.
He flicked the sword again, but this time I saw the movement as it started and threw myself back in time. Resulting in the net biting closer still, pain flaring higher. Fuck.
Ignatius laughed. “Impressive. Perhaps this will be more fun than I thought.”
“Perhaps it won’t,” a cool female voice said out of nowhere, and suddenly there was a blade at Ignatius’ throat and a gun at his side. And I was looking up at a pair of determined gray eyes in pale skin.
Lily.
“Get up, Asharic,” she said.
I scrambled upward, almost stumbling. The net tightened more.
The Blood around me stayed frozen in place. Apparently none of them were willing to risk their precious leader to stop me.
“One of you pull that net off him,” Lily snarled. To my surprise one of them did, tugging it free with too-fast vampire movements. Then he fled into the night. Wise man. I put a few hasty steps between me and the net, trying not to fall over as the pain started to recede. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my sword lying on the cobbles a few feet away. Just out of reach. I wasn’t yet sure enough of my ability to move fast to make a move toward it.
“Going to kill me, wraith?” Ignatius said, his voice rough with frustration. To his credit he didn’t sound scared.
“Probably,” Lily said. “It’s about time someone did. I should have done it before I left the warrens.” She pressed the knife a little closer. “You always were a blight on the court, Grey.”
“If you do, you’ll never know,” he said.
She had looked perfectly calm until Ignatius spoke. Then she frowned.
“Know what?” she said.
“I think you have a fair idea,” he said. “But there are orders, if I die. There are those who will pay the price immediately.”
Lily’s frown deepened. “You’re bluffing.” Her voice was tight beneath the seemingly calm lilt of her words and her knuckles whitened where they held the dagger.
I wanted her to kill him, but if she did, then two of us didn’t have much more of a chance of fighting our way out of here against the others than I did alone.
“Lily,” I said.
“Asharic, go.” Her voice cracked like a whip. She’d make an excellent soldier, I suspected. I also suspected that, if what I’d heard about her was true, there was no way she’d take up that profession. Not once this war was over anyway.
“Lily . . . ,” I repeated.
“I’m perfectly safe.” She jerked her chin toward the direction my men had headed in. “You’re needed.”
I hesitated, then cursed under my breath. She knew her abilities better than I did and she was a wraith. Ignatius couldn’t hurt her. But if she was forced into the shadow, then there was nothing to stop them coming after me again.
I nodded at Lily and then turned and ran, snatching my sword up as I went.