Demonsense: Demon Master Part 30
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Leander was not at all okay with being left alone with Franchesca. To his very great relief, she ignored him, walking over to put on her coat and sling her purse over her shoulder. She left without another word to him.
He slumped back into the chair, prodding carefully at his throbbing cheekbone, and as he did, relief was replaced by anger. Why in f.u.c.king h.e.l.l wouldn't Bree return his calls? He could have sworn he had her hooked. She should be willing to see him out of guilt if nothing else, after their last, strange interlude. She'd seemed genuinely concerned about him. Didn't she at least want to know how he was doing after that disastrous read of hers? Obviously, she didn't actually give a s.h.i.+t.
Leander got restlessly to his feet, paced into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking for something to eat, wanting some distraction. Nothing looked remotely appealing, and he slammed the door shut.
He went to the big windows that lined the south side of his loft and looked out. It was full dark, and a misting rain beaded the windows. He put his forehead against the gla.s.s, trying to cool his fevered thoughts. They were all thoughts of Bree. Bree sitting on his lap, Bree rubbing his back, Bree holding his hands, looking up at him, apologizing to him. The thoughts made him acutely uncomfortable. There was longing in them, and the feeling sickened him.
He spun away from the windows, hands clenched. She was probably with Thorvaldson. He was sure that was the only thing that would keep her from calling him back, from wanting to see him. How dare she f.u.c.k up his plans like this? He absolutely could not afford to get on Marton's bad side.
His frustration and fury rose then, and abruptly crystallized into a plan. He was done waiting around for her. He would get some answers tonight if he had to take her apart piece by piece to do it. He went into his bedroom, put on his coat, and collected his gun from his bedside table and tucked it into his coat pocket. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out the top drawer. His hand dipped underneath the socks and he drew out his switchblade. He thumbed the release b.u.t.ton, and the blade whipped out. Instantly, he was flooded with images of Bree bound to a chair, screaming, bleeding, telling him everything he wanted to know. A light sweat broke out on his face, and nausea churned away in his stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling weak. Enough. He pressed the blade back into its housing and tucked the knife into his other coat pocket, picked up his keys, and headed out the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
Bree arrived home from her office having no idea how she got there, grateful that some part of her brain was attending to driving while her thoughts and feelings staggered around like a herd of drunk football fans. She couldn't find street parking in front of her house and had to search down the block a bit. She finally managed to wedge her Subaru into a tight spot about six houses down. She got out of the car, slung her daypack tiredly over her shoulder, and headed off down the sidewalk toward her house. She was three houses away when she heard a sharp crack followed by an echo that bounced in a confusing way all around her. She barely had time to wonder about what it was before she heard another at the same time as she felt her daypack jerk. She whirled around to see no one behind her just as a third crack sounded, accompanied by a thudding sound from the trash bin sitting out on the curb right next to her.
It finally clicked. Someone was shooting at her, probably using a silencer. She immediately ducked down behind the trash bin, mind suddenly very alive, body quivering. Who the h.e.l.l would be trying to shoot her? Was the trash bin even remotely adequate protection? Somehow, she doubted it.
She took a calculated risk and made a dash for the nearest parked car. There was another crack, accompanied by a high pitched ping as a bullet winged off the car in front of her. Whoever was shooting at her was in a position to see her scrambling from the trash bin to the car. Bree glanced quickly around, trying to judge the angle of the shooter. It seemed to her that the sound had been coming from up the block, closer to her house. And when her daypack had jerked, she was pretty sure it had jerked to the right, meaning the shooter was up ahead and to her left. Of course, by the time she worked all this out, the shooter could have moved.
She reasoned that moving away from the shooter was her best bet, which meant retreating back toward her car. Before she could chicken out, she took off running, half bent over. It was a few beats before the next shot came. She heard it strike the big green yard waste bin she was pa.s.sing. She swerved away from it, into the street in the narrow s.p.a.ce between the b.u.mpers of two parked cars, crouching down as far as she could get. She felt pinned down, sure that the shooter was probably moving toward her at this very minute.
She risked rising up slightly to look back up the street for any sign of movement. There was a streetlight just behind her, but the area in front of her was darker, the next streetlight a good way up the block, past her house. There, coming towards her, skirting the line of trash and recycling bins scattered at the curb, she could see a tall form, maybe six cars down. The form crouched down before she could get a good look.
Bree took advantage of the shooter's self-protective move. She ran straight across the street, between two more parked cars, and kept going, across the sidewalk, through what felt like an endless, open stretch of lawn, heading between two houses, hoping against hope she wasn't about to run smack into a fence. She didn't get far before she found one, but there was a gate.
She fumbled at the cold latch, which was wet from the earlier rain. As she felt it release, she pushed against the gate while glancing over her shoulder, and felt a hot shock of electric panic as she saw the shooter starting across the street towards her. Again, all she registered was what looked like a tall person, dressed in black, before she was off and running again after shoving the gate closed behind her.
A wood fence about six feet high enclosed the back yard she'd entered. It was fairly thickly planted with shrubs and a few trees around the perimeter, and her instinctive impulse was to hide in the darkest corner she could find. But then she would be trapped. She glanced frantically around as she dashed across the yard, looking for another gate. She found none. She had enough adrenaline racing through her system that she wondered if she'd somehow be able to grab the top of the fence and vault herself over into the next yard, but even while she pictured it, she knew it wouldn't work. She just didn't have that kind of upper body strength.
She heard the sound of the gate latch behind her, and she had to make a decision, fast. She veered toward one of the trees at the back of the yard, up against the fence, and leapt for a st.u.r.dy branch, hands grabbing for the rough bark as her feet scrambled for purchase on the trunk. She had just managed to get her left foot wedged between the trunk and a lower branch when she felt something whizz by her head at the same time as she heard another crack.
Panicked, she pushed off with her foot and launched herself along the branch, towards the fence. The branch bent under weight as she got her feet under her, and she started to lose her balance. In a desperation move, she dove for the top of the fence, slamming into it painfully as she got an arm hooked over the top. Her feet scrambled for purchase, one of them getting tangled in the smaller tree branches. Why wasn't the shooter firing again? Was he reloading?
She finally got enough leverage with her left foot that she was able to push off and get her right knee over the top of the fence. Without thought to what might be on the other side, she rolled herself over the top just as another crack and echo rang out. She landed on her back on the ground, sc.r.a.ping her side on something sharp as she went down. Her breath was knocked out of her and she was unable to move for several precious seconds. She heard the sound of the shooter scrambling into the tree on the other side of the fence.
Bree managed to pull in a gasping breath and forced herself onto her side, then her knees, and up onto her feet, legs shaking. She tried to run and at first could only stagger, slipping on the wet gra.s.s beneath her feet. It only took her a moment to realize that this yard was fenced also, but there was a clear path to a gate. She noticed lights on in the house, saw a figure moving in front of the window, and had a brief desire to run up to the back door and pound on it, begging to be let in, but it would take too much time, and she'd be illuminated by the light from the window, making herself an easy target. She got to the gate and got it open as she heard a thump behind her, the shooter landing on her side of the fence. She ran down the walkway at the side of the house, then out across a short stretch of lawn and onto the street front sidewalk. She veered diagonally across the street, back towards her house. That was her ultimate destination, but she quickly realized she was too exposed. Her glance raked the two houses in front of her, and she rapidly calculated what she could remember about how the yards were laid out, where the fences might be. If she could just weave in and out of various yards, she might lose the shooter. She took her best guess and dashed between the green Craftsman bungalow and the boxy grey house.
Her back felt horribly exposed as she ran, and sure enough, she heard two quick pops as the shooter tried for her again. A splinter of wood torn from the edge of the grey house struck her cheek as she pa.s.sed. Already, she felt exhausted, but that put a fresh burst of power into her shaky legs.
She had remembered correctly, and there was no fence between her and the next back yard. She took an angle to the right as she ran toward the side of the house on the next block over. She thought she heard running footsteps behind her. She made it around the corner of the house, through the two squares of light from the house's windows, and out onto the front yard.
Why me? she couldn't help thinking as she ran. Who was she such a threat to that they were trying to kill her? She calculated a circular course that would hopefully throw off her pursuer and land her closer to her house. She ran across a front yard back to the left, across the yard of the next house, then around the corner of that one, back the way she had come, towards her own block.
This house was completely dark. She scurried down the side of the house, trying to make as little sound as possible, and got around the back corner, where she stopped, listening for signs of pursuit. All she could hear was her own panting breaths.
Cautiously, she crept along the back of the house, expecting at any moment to be ambushed. She saw she was four houses down from her own house at this point, but every back yard between where she stood and her own was encircled with fences . She would have to go back around front.
She trotted as lightly as possible across the yard, trying to keep to the shadows cast by the house and by the few trees. She made it back between the green and grey houses again without hearing anything else, and she began to wonder if she'd outsmarted the shooter. She paused when she got back to her street, looking up and down for any sign of movement. She didn't see any. She had the animal impulse to make a straight run for her house, a rabbit racing for its hole, but she couldn't afford to a.s.sume that the shooter was still looking for her on the next block over. For all she knew, he was taking aim at her right this second.
She skirted the bushes in front the green house and paused again to glance quickly around the corner to see if the shooter might be coming up on that side of the house. She didn't see anything, so she sprinted across the gap between the houses. She did the same for the next two houses, then looked carefully behind her. Nothing.
The view of her own house was blocked by the house in front of her, as hers was set back further from the street. Clearly, the shooter knew where to find her house, so there was no reason he couldn't have maneuvered himself back there. Bree could very well be running straight toward him.
But she didn't have much choice. How likely was it that she could continue to elude her pursuer in the mad, nightmarish dash around the neighborhood? Warding spells were ready and waiting to be set at her house. She made the split second decision to make for home rather than trying for her car. She dashed across the front yard of her next door neighbor, already fumbling in her coat pocket for her keys, turned the corner, and ran straight into Leander Rayne.
Leander grasped Bree by the shoulders, preventing her from bowling him over. She looked up at him with terror written all over her face, revealed in the dim glow of her front porch light. Terror was replaced by recognition, and she flung her arms around his waist and buried her head against his chest. "Leander, thank G.o.d!" she gasped against him. His arms went around her, seemingly at their own volition. He felt something turn over inside of him. She pulled back again immediately and said breathlessly, "Quick, inside, now, someone's been shooting at me!"
He followed her up onto her porch as she got her keys into the lock and pushed open the door. He threw up a ward and scanned the street behind them, and sure enough, he saw a figure ghost into view. There wasn't much light on this part of the street, but there was enough to make out the familiar features of Franchesca Gambrini as she raised her arms, bringing her gun up to bear on him. He saw her lips quirk into a smile just as he pushed Bree through the door ahead of him and slammed it shut behind them and locked it.
s.h.i.+t, she'd seen him, and she'd been more than willing to shoot him. That b.i.t.c.h wasn't just demon burned, she was full out crazy. How did she think she was going to justify killing him to Marton? Or, for that matter, killing Bree before she'd been wrung dry of whatever information she had? As he followed Bree into her living room, mind racing, he suddenly recalled Marton telling him he could kill Bree when he was done with her. He remembered the look of Franchesca's face. That was it, she was going to kill Bree and pin it on him.
He felt Bree trigger her house wards, and he was impressed with their strength. He wondered if Daniel or Kevin had put them up for her. He came up beside Bree and grabbed her wrist as she reached for the switch on the floor lamp next to her couch. "Don't," he said quietly.
"Right," she replied faintly. She dropped her hand, but he didn't let go of her wrist. They stood quietly for a minute, both straining for sounds that might mean Franchesca was going to try to get into the house, or test the house wards by taking a shot at them through the windows. When no sounds came, Leander said, "Go ahead and pull all the curtains, but don't stand in front of the windows as you do it." She nodded, and he released her. He watched as she angled up to the living room window and pulled the curtains to with quick jerks. She went into the dining room and did the same, and he heard her pulling blinds shut in the kitchen.
Bree came back to where he was standing, pulling off her coat as she went. She threw it down on a chair, then wrapped her arms around herself. It was dark with all the curtains drawn, and Leander couldn't make out her expression. He'd been so angry all the way over here, but now that Bree was standing in front of him, clearly trying to hold herself together, the anger drained right out of him, replaced by tiredness and an unwilling, automatic calculation. She was feeling vulnerable, and here he was, just in time to protect her and comfort her. He couldn't have asked for a better in.
He closed the distance between her and put an arm gently around her shoulders. "Come on, let's sit down a minute." He guided her to the couch and sat next to her, arm still around her shoulders. She felt rigid beneath his touch, but he didn't think it was because he was touching her. His Reader sense had come up as soon as she ran into him, and it was clear she was frightened and a bit in shock.
"Do you think I should call the police? Or maybe the Keepers?" she asked softly.
"The Keepers if anyone," he replied, matching his tone to hers. It felt right to keep the lights off, keep their voices low. "I can't imagine a normal trying to kill you. It has to have something to do with the Keltoi. But honestly, by the time a Keeper gets here, I'm sure the shooter will be gone."
"Do you think he's out there right now? Will he try to get in the house?"
Leander wasn't about to correct her error in thinking the shooter was a man. Given the story he'd spun Bree before, there was no way he should have known who Franchesca was. He shook his head. "I doubt it. There's more evidence in a break and enter situation. Unless you're very careful, you're going to miss something, leave something behind that could get you nailed, either forensic evidence normal cops can find, or the kind of evidence a good Caster can work with. It's safer to kill someone out on the street."
He felt Bree s.h.i.+ver. "You'd think I'd be used to this by now, but I'm not. I just can't get over thinking that I'm n.o.body. I'm not the kind of person someone else would want to kill."
Leander rubbed her shoulder. "I can imagine it's hard when you're used to a safer life."
She s.h.i.+fted beneath his arm as she turned to look up at him. His eyes were adjusting to the dark and he could just make out her expression. She looked sad as she said, "Spoken like one who isn't used to a safer life."
Leander shrugged and answered honestly. "I'm still surprised when I do feel safe. I can't seem to stop preparing for trouble."
"Is that why you're so calm right now?"
"I think it's easier for me to be calm when I feel like I have someone to take care of."
"I know what you mean," she answered. He felt her relaxing a little, and she s.h.i.+fted, nestling closer as she looked out into the dark. "When I was trying to help out at the riots, I was scared the whole time, but really focused as well. Having a job to do, trying to help, it made me a stronger person, stronger than I thought I could be. Tonight, though, I didn't feel strong at all. I completely panicked. It's a miracle I didn't get shot."
"It worries me that you're involved in all this. It seems to me that it's Daniel that's gotten you into it. It's the only explanation I can come up with. He's up to his ears in something major, and he's pulled you in with him. What do the Keltoi want with him anyway?"
Bree sighed, and he felt her melt against him. It was a kind of surrender, and Leander felt a rush of antic.i.p.ation in spite of his weariness and the distracting pain from his earlier battering at Franchesca's hands.
"You've already guessed most of it, so I might as well tell you the rest," Bree said. "You remember I told you about doing research on demons with Daniel. Well, he's a Demon Master, a high power one, and a Binder as well. The reason he was able to make Keeper, and avoid detection by the Ecclesias is that he has managed to perfect a hiding spell. You may know that's something no one has been able to do before. It hasn't been possible to hide the forbidden talents from Readers. The Keltoi want Daniel because they want the spell. They went after him last year, kidnapped Hunter to get his cooperation, but we were able to get Hunter away without Daniel getting captured." She paused, looked away as if she were thinking hard, then looked up at him. The limited light still made it hard for him to read her, but her body had s.h.i.+fted a little toward him, and there was an angle to her mouth that made him think she had decided to trust him. "We're not really sure why they've left him alone since. I think they're biding their time until they think they can get another good shot at him. The thing is, he's so incredibly high power in so many talents that he's not easy to take down. And I imagine if they were to get him, he would be hard to break. I think it's a puzzle they haven't solved yet, how to get the spell out of him."
So close, he was so close to getting what he needed from her. His weariness, his pain, retreated to the back of his mind, and he swiftly considered and rejected several ways to direct the conversation, finally settling on, "How on earth does he manage a spell that has to be on all the time? Who has that much energy?"
"You'd think that it would take a ton of energy, wouldn't you? And he has plenty to burn, but from what he tells me, the spell isn't too bad in terms of energy usage. It's something he has to renew every couple of days. There's this bracelet he wears, some kind of rune inscribed rock that he uses as a focus, or maybe it's even part of the spell, I'm not sure. I know there are a ton of complicated parts to getting the spell up and running, but once it is, it's fairly simple to renew it. But I'm almost convinced there's a problem with it. I think it's having a negative affect on him."
Leander's budding excitement died away. She didn't know how the spell worked, not in any detail. It was more information than he had before, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough to satisfy Marton. Still, if there was some trouble with the spell, that could be important information. "What kind of negative effect?" he asked.
"It's kind of hard to explain, and to be honest, I have no idea if everyone would have this effect or if it's something peculiar to Daniel. But basically, it looks like him cutting off such a big part of himself for so long has done something to his psyche, or maybe to his neurological structure, if there's any difference between the two. It's created a kind of rift inside of him, and it makes him unstable. He's been getting worse and worse. The demon I work with, Gelsenim, says he's seen this kind of thing before. He calls it 'being divided,' and he says that once Daniel breaks, he'll basically be some kind of psychopath." She shuddered. "It scares me, someone with his abilities being unstable. But you have to understand, I think Daniel is basically good. In fact, he's almost too good, too altruistic, too ready to put himself at risk for other people."
Leander stayed quiet. He could hear in her voice that she was working something out as she spoke.
"You know, I think that's part of the problem," she continued, voice so soft now that Leander had to lean closer to hear. "He really is divided. He only ever allows himself to be good, to be better than good. Everything else is locked away along with his Demon Master and Binder talents."
"So what's making him worse?"
"A combination of things. I think part of it is the increased demon contact. He'd done demon research on his own before, but less frequently. And maybe some of its time. Maybe he's just been doing the hiding spell for too long. Some of it seems to be me," she concluded in a tiny voice.
"How can it be you?" Leander asked, shaking her shoulder very gently.
She hesitated, and Leander waited in some suspense. G.o.d, don't let her clam up now. He had to suppress a sigh of relief when she finally went on.
"You read it right, at the party. Daniel does still have feelings for me. I gather he hasn't allowed himself to have those kinds of feelings for anyone in years. He seems to react particularly badly to any threat to me."
"I can understand that," Leander murmured. "It's our most basic fear, isn't it? Losing someone we love?"
Bree took in a sharp breath, and Leander thought for a moment that he'd blown it. He'd thrown her off track with that comment, and she was shutting down.
But she continued, all in a rush. "That's it, isn't it? G.o.d, I know that one, I know it too well. When Seth died, I didn't think I was going to make it. I shut down completely, for almost two years. I hid out, hid away from everything, most especially from using my powers. Daniel was the one who snapped me out of it, helped me get my confidence back. Now he's afraid of losing me, and I'm afraid of losing him." She covered her face with her hands, and her voice came out m.u.f.fled. "Oh G.o.d, what am I going to do? How am I going to stop him?"
Leander tightened his grip on her shoulder, trying to convey support. It was surprisingly hard to encourage her to continue. He didn't want to hear her confession of love for Daniel Thorvaldson. The anger he'd felt earlier started to creep back in, but he tried to repress it. She was in distress, which would make her Reader sense come up automatically. After their last encounter, Leander couldn't be entirely sure she couldn't read him, at least to some degree. "How are you going to stop what?" he asked gently.
"He's h.e.l.l bent on going after Marton Varga. He wants to go up against him in a duel. He says that's the only way to put down Varga without igniting a full out war with the Keltoi, and since the Keepers think it's Varga behind the bombings, behind the whole demon war, he thinks if he puts Varga down, he stops the whole thing." She dropped her hands, and Leander could make out the glint of tears on her face. "But this is the Keltoi we're talking about. What are the chances Varga would really face him one on one? That he wouldn't bring back up?" She turned to him, face desperate. "What do you think? You said you know Marton, you've been with the Keltoi. Am I right?"
Jesus, Daniel against Marton? Half of him wanted to see that show, and the other half wanted to start out for South America, immediately. What would Marton want him to say here? There wasn't enough time to think it through, so he went with the truth. "I can't be certain," he said carefully, "but there is a chance Marton would agree to a straight up duel with Daniel. In the Keltoi, there's a definite hierarchy, and it's based on power. You have to be very high power to get to the top and hold your position as clan chief. You can't show weakness. There's always someone angling for your place. There's a political element to becoming clan chief, and sometimes it happens peacefully. But more often, it happens by duel, and duels of that kind are usually to the death. Marton hasn't had to fight many of them because he's so high power that not many have been willing to take him on. And he's a vicious fighter. I've never seen his equal in battle Casting. Although I'm betting Daniel could give him a run for his money."
"So you think Daniel might be right? That Varga can't refuse a duel or he'd lose face?"
"I don't think he'd refuse, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility that he'd have a fail safe of some kind in place."
"That's what I've been trying to tell Daniel!" she said pa.s.sionately. "But he won't listen, and he's cutting me out of the whole thing. He's planning to go in alone, and he doesn't care if he gets killed. He figures he's going to go divided anyway, so he might as well try to take Varga down with him."
So she really did love Thorvaldson. He could read it in her voice. He realized that he'd known it, but hadn't wanted to know it. More fool he. He forced himself to continue on. "Is that such a bad thing, Bree? If what you're saying is true, maybe Marton needs to be put down."
"That's the h.e.l.l of it," she replied bitterly. "He's right to go after Varga, and maybe he's the only one who could do it successfully. So how can it be right for me to stop him? What are all our abilities for if not to help other people? To make the world a better place?"
"You do realize not everyone views power in that way?" he asked sardonically. It just slipped out, and Leander regretted it as soon as he'd said it. She looked up at him and, to his great surprise, she lifted a hand and caressed his cheek. "You think you're so hard," she said softly, seriously, "but you're not. Why are you here, Leander?"
He put his hand over hers, holding it against his cheek. "I think you know why I'm here," he whispered.
"I wish," Bree began, gazing up at him, into his eyes, and Leander found himself holding his breath, waiting for what she would say.
She dropped her eyes, and her hand slipped out from under his, falling into her lap. "I wish things weren't so complicated. And I'd like to say I wish I weren't involved in all this, but I'd be lying. In the end, I asked to be involved because I don't truly have it in me to keep standing by, doing nothing. I know you probably think that's stupid."
"It's idealistic, which is only stupid if it gets you killed." Leander forced himself to get back to the point. "Just what are you planning, Bree? Are you going to try to stop Daniel?"
"I don't think I can stop him," she replied tensely. "So I have to help him. And I have to do it in a way that he doesn't know I'm involved. If he survives, if we survive, then we'll have to see if there is something to be done about this whole divided thing before it breaks him."
"What do you think will help with that?"
"I have a theory, and I think it's a good one. I think there's a way to use psychic healing to mend the divide, but it's dangerous. When I tried it before, it nearly drained me dry. I've never come that close before to overdoing it and getting myself killed. I don't think I truly realized how risky it was. But Daniel knows, and he won't let me try it. He says I'm too much of an amateur at this kind of thing, and he's right. But that doesn't mean I can't learn."
"I don't like the sound of this, Bree. I think Daniel may be right on this one. Healers are particularly p.r.o.ne to overdoing it. I know they sometimes die of it because they can't stop themselves from trying to complete a healing. Surely there are some high power Healers out there who would be a better choice."
"I know I don't have much in the way of Healer talent, but I've able to do a lot with him already. No one else would know him like I know him," she protested. "They haven't been there when he's started dividing. I have. I know what it feels like, what to look for. And besides, who else could we trust not to turn him in to the Ecclesias?"
"Do you love him that much, that you'd risk your life for him?" Leander asked as neutrally as he could.
"I guess I do," she answered quietly, wonderingly.
It hurt. He was surprised at how much it hurt. And as always with him, the hurt was followed by anger. He didn't want this, didn't want anyone to have that kind of power over him, not ever again. He had to play this out and get the h.e.l.l away from her. He absolutely could not afford to care about a mark like this, it was f.u.c.king with his judgment. "So when is this all supposed to go down, Daniel going after Marton?" he asked.
"I don't know for sure. Part of the problem is that we don't know where he is. Daniel wants to try a finder spell. Apparently, Varga is with Daniel's ex, Franchesca. He thought he could get a link through that, but finder spells are tough, and there's a good chance it won't work."
Leander calculated rapidly. Maybe there was a way to turn this to Marton's advantage. It was clear he wasn't going to be able to get the hiding spell from Bree. They were going to have to take Thorvaldson after all, maybe drug him, get the information out of him that way. Given how much Marton was pressuring him, there wasn't time to do more. And if he could work this so that Marton was forewarned, Marton could set it up to be certain he came out on top. Maybe there was a way to play on Thorvaldson's instability. If Bree could be brought into it, and Thorvaldson thought she might get killed, it might undo him. Surely Thorvaldson would be vulnerable under those circ.u.mstances, and Marton could be more certain of being able to take him. It would all have to be done carefully. It had to look like Marton won fairly.
"You know, I could probably help with that. I told you I know Marton. I've been out of the Keltoi for a long time now, but I still have a few contacts in that world. I might be able to locate him for you, help Daniel get the drop on him."
"Wouldn't that be risky for you?" Bree asked uncertainly.
Leander shrugged. "Not very, not if I'm careful."
"If Daniel could get the drop on Marton, I know that would help. If Marton knows he's coming, he'll be prepared with back up. That's what we want to avoid."
"It sounds to me like you're planning on helping Daniel without his knowing it. Is that fair to Marton?"
"I think Marton gave up his right to fairness when he set up those bombings," Bree replied heatedly.
"Are you so sure he's behind it?"
That seemed to pull her up a bit. "Daniel seems pretty convinced, and there's apparently some Keeper intel pointing that way. We also asked Gelsenim to try to help us find out. And besides, I'm not saying I'd be helping Daniel in battle. From the way he described it, to avoid triggering some kind of campaign of reprisals from the Keltoi, it has to be a fair duel. I just want him to have back up if it's not fair."
"I suppose I understand," he said, feigning reluctance. "But I don't have to like it."
"Just think about the good we'll be doing, Leander. This could be the biggest thing either of us is ever involved with, something that could affect thousands of people. Isn't that worth a little risk?"
"Not to you," he answered, and he found he almost meant it. He tried to draw harder on that, in case she was reading him, draw on the part of him that did care about her. It was hard with so many plans whirling through his brain. He made himself look at her, take her hand. "I don't want to risk you."
Demonsense: Demon Master Part 30
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