Night Angel Complete Trilogy Part 81

"My voice! Oh, sh-darn!" Kylar said. Altering his voice would either require some great acting-which seemed to be beyond him-or more magic. That meant more hours working with a single disguise. When would he find the time to do that?

"Well," the count said, tucking away his pince nez and picking up the pieces of his shattered ootai cup, "it would seem we need to talk. Shall Ilena be excused?"

"Oh, don't make me go, father."

"Um, yes," Kylar said. "See ya, squirt."

"I don't want to go."

Count Drake gave her a look and she wilted. She stomped her foot and marched out.

Then they were alone. Count Drake said gently, "What happened to you, son?"

Kylar picked at a ragged fingernail, stared at a few splinters of the shattered ootai cup on the ground, looked anywhere but at those accepting eyes. "Sir, do you think a man can change?"

"Absolutely," Count Drake said. "Absolutely, but usually he just becomes more himself. Why don't you tell me everything?"

So Kylar did. Everything from the Jadwin estate to breaking his oaths to Elene and Uly, and the raw, gnawing sore that left in his stomach. Finally, he was finished. "I could have stopped it," he said. "I could have ended the war before it began. I'm so sorry. Mags and Serah would be safe if I'd killed Durzo before..."

The count was rubbing his temples as tears leaked down his cheeks. "No, son. Stop that."

"What would you have done, sir?"

"If I knew stabbing Durzo in the back would save Serah and Magdalyn? I'd have stabbed him, son. But it wouldn't have been the right thing to do. Unless you're a king or a general, the only life you have the right to sacrifice for the greater good is your own. You did the right thing. Now let's talk about this little jaunt to the Maw. Are you sure this rumor is true?"

"The s.h.i.+nga came to tell me himself-and died for it."

"Jarl's dead?" Count Drake asked. It was a blow, Kylar could see.

"You knew about Jarl?" Kylar asked.

"He'd been talking with me. He was planning an uprising to give us a chance to split Ursuul's forces. The people believed in him. They loved him. Even the thieves and killers were beginning to believe they could have a new start."

"Sir, after I rescue Logan..."

"Don't say it."

"I'm gonna go after Mags."

Count Drake's face was gray once more, hopeless. "You save Logan Gyre and you do it fast. Ulana will be sorry she missed you, but you have to go now."

Kylar stood and replaced the Durzo mask. Count Drake watched and his face regained some life. "You know, you have tricks that are-well, the slam."

They laughed together. "One more question," Kylar said. "I've been thinking that it might be good for rumors to get out that Logan is alive before he shows up. I mean, it will give the people something to hope for and it will make it easier for him to consolidate power when he does appear. Should I tell Terah Graesin he's alive?"

"It's a little late for that," a voice said from the opening of the tent. It was Terah Graesin, in a lavish green dress and cloak lined with new mink. She was smiling a thin smile. "Why Durzo Blint, I haven't seen you in ages."

43

Usually Garoth summoned his concubines to his rooms, but sometimes he liked to surprise them. Magdalyn Drake had entertained him for a long time, but as always, his interest was beginning to wane.

Tonight, he'd woken, hours past midnight, with the infernal itch and a headache and an idea. He would enter silently and wake Magdalyn roughly. He loved Magdalyn's scream. He would beat her savagely and accuse her of plotting against him.

If she begged and swore it wasn't true like most frightened women would, he'd throw her off the balcony. If she cursed him, he would bang her, matching her defiance with an equal degree of brutality, and she would live another day. Before he left, he would hold her tenderly in his arms and whisper that he was sorry, that he loved her. Decent women always wanted to see something good in him. He s.h.i.+vered in antic.i.p.ation.

He extended the vir through the closed door, hoping to detect the even sound of her breathing in sleep. Instead he felt something different. She was awake.

Garoth opened the door, but she didn't notice him. She was sitting on her bed, facing the open door to her rail-less balcony. She was dressed only in a thin nightgown, but she didn't seem to feel the cold air blowing in the open door. She was rocking back and forth.

He swore loudly. She didn't respond. He touched her skin and it, too, was cold. She must have been sitting like this for hours.

Other concubines had pretended madness in an attempt to escape his attentions. Maybe Magdalyn Drake was the same. Garoth slapped her and she fell off the bed. She didn't cry out. Grabbing a fistful of dark hair, Garoth dragged her onto the balcony.

Coming right to the edge, he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her throat in one thick hand and pushed her back until her toes were barely on the edge. His fingers wrapped almost all the way around her throat. He took care to choke her as little as possible, but if he released her, she would fall.

Her eyes finally came into focus. The shadow of death tended to have that effect on people.

"Why?" Magdalyn asked sadly. "Why do you do this?"

He looked at her, confused. The answer was so obvious that he wasn't sure he'd understood the question. "It pleases me," he said.

And strangely-but Magdalyn Drake had always been a strange girl, it was part of why she appealed to him-Magdalyn smiled. She pulled toward him, but not like a woman dangling off a precipice would pull toward her only hope of life.

She kissed him. If it was an act, it was a d.a.m.n convincing one. If her mind had broken, it had broken in an intriguing way. Magdalyn Drake kissed him, and Garoth swore it was with real desire. His arousal came back stronger than ever as she climbed him, her lean young legs wrapping around his waist.

He thought of taking her back inside, but it was impossible to stay fully in control, about to make love with a woman who might be trying to kill him. She kissed her way to his ears.

"I've been listening to you and Neph," she said, was.h.i.+ng her hot breath back in his ear.

He usually didn't let his concubines talk while he f.u.c.ked them, unless they were cursing him, but Garoth didn't want to destroy this fragile insanity.

Magdalyn kissed him again, then pulled away. She leaned back. Holding him with her legs, she let go of his neck and leaned back. He grabbed onto her hips to keep her from plunging to her death. Upside down, she waved her arms above her head, looking over the castle and the city below, laughing.

Garoth's pulse pounded loud in his ears. He didn't even care who might be watching. Whatever kind of madness this was, it was intoxicating.

She s.h.i.+mmied her hips and said something again.

"What?" he asked.

"Let go," she said.

She seemed to have a tight grip with her legs, so he let go, ready to catch her with the vir if need be. He wasn't going to let this end without taking his pleasure. Not now.

Magdalyn tugged her nightgown free from where it was trapped between their bodies and stripped it off. She dropped it over the edge, laughing again as the flimsy cloth spun toward the flagstones below.

Then she sat up and kissed Garoth again, pressing her young body against him. She stripped his robe back roughly. Then she burrowed into him, moaning as her skin touched his, warm against warm in the cold night air.

She nuzzled his neck. "I heard you talking about the Night Angel," she said. "Kylar Stern."

"Mmm."

"I want you to know something," she whispered into his ear, making him s.h.i.+ver. What the h.e.l.l was she saying? "Kylar's my brother. He's coming for me, you dirty f.u.c.ker, and if I don't kill you, he will."

She bit his carotid artery as hard as she could and tried to throw them both off the edge.

The vir reacted before Garoth could, exploding at his neck. The vir lashed from his limbs, flinging him inside even as Magdalyn Drake spun out into s.p.a.ce.

He stood shakily and summoned Neph.

The Vurdmeister found him standing on the balcony, looking at the ruin of the young woman crushed in the courtyard below.

"Take care of her, Neph. Tell Trudana I expect the best," the G.o.dking said, greatly moved. "Hers was a great spirit."

"Shall I..." The Lodricari coughed his fake cough and Garoth hated him anew. "Shall I send in another concubine?" He pointedly didn't look toward the evidence of Garoth's continued arousal.

"Yes," Garoth said tersely. Curse you, Khali, yes. Curse you, Khali, yes.

"If you'll excuse us, Count Drake," Terah Graesin said. "I have need of your quarters."

Count Drake limped out on his cane as several guards took up position outside the tent.

Kylar was still reeling. Terah Graesin knew Durzo. That meant he was supposed to know her, and he didn't. If she knew Durzo, that meant she knew Durzo through his work. That meant she had hired him.

"So," she said. "Logan's alive. That's... terrific." Terah Graesin had a silky, low voice. It was reputed to be s.e.xy, but then, everything about Terah Graesin was supposed to be s.e.xy. Kylar didn't see it. Oh, she was pretty. She had a wide mouth, full lips, and the kind of figure that was unattainable for the majority of n.o.blewomen who spent their days doing nothing more strenuous than issuing orders to the servants. Maybe it was that she was a little too self-consciously good-looking. She wore lots of makeup-expertly applied and subtle, but lots-and had tweezed her eyebrows down to tiny lines. The truth was, she held herself like he ought to admire her, and it p.i.s.sed him off.

What p.i.s.sed him off more was that to look her in the eye with his disguise, he had to stare straight at her admittedly perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Dammit, why were b.r.e.a.s.t.s so intriguing?

"So who's paying you to save Logan Gyre?" she asked.

"You don't really expect me to answer that," Kylar said. The only card he had to play was that Blint tended to be blunt and secretive. If she knew him, she'd know that much.

"Master Blint," she said, seeming to come to a decision, but still speaking in that same consciously s.e.xy voice, "you're the only man I know who's killed two kings. How much can I pay you to kill a third?"

"What?! You want me to kill the G.o.dking?" You want me to kill the G.o.dking?"

"No. Simply don't save Logan Gyre. I'll double whatever your employer is paying."

"What?" Kylar asked. "Why? You need all the allies you can get right now. Logan would bring thousands to your banners."

"The problem is... well, can you keep a secret, Durzo?" She smiled.

"Would you trust a murderer with your secrets?"

"I knew you'd say that!" she said triumphantly, almost giggling. "You said the same thing last time, remember?"

"It's been a while," Kylar said, his throat constricting.

"Well, I'm glad you remembered long enough to kill my father."

Kylar blinked.

"Tell me, did you do it before or after you killed King Gunder?"

"I'm paid to kill, not to talk about it." G.o.ds! Her own father? G.o.ds! Her own father?

"And that's why I can trust you. Though I will remind you that I've already given you money for not killing me-so you can't do to me what I did to my father."

"Of course not." It took him a second to puzzle it out. She must have met Durzo when the wetboy had taken a job for her father, Duke Gordin Graesin. Perhaps Gordin had hired Durzo to kill King Davin? Duke Graesin must have thought Regnus Gyre would become king after King Davin died, thereby making Gordin's other daughter Catrinna a queen. Logan's mother, Catrinna Graesin, had been Terah's half-sister, though older than Terah by almost twenty years.

"So why let Logan die?" he asked.

"Because I don't give up things that belong to me easily, Durzo Blint. As you know."

"Don't you think you might want to worry about taking the throne from the Khalidorans before you worry about murdering your allies?"

"I don't need a civics lesson. Are you interested in making money for doing nothing, or do you wish to make me your enemy? I will be queen one day, and you'll find me an implacable foe."

"Seven thousand crowns," Kylar said. "How do I know you're good for it? If the Khalidorans wipe you out, I'm not getting stiffed."

She smiled. "Now there's the Durzo Blint I remember." She pulled a fat ring off her finger with an even fatter ruby in it. "Please don't p.a.w.n it. It belonged to my father, and it's not worth even half of the eight thousand I'll give you for it after I take the throne. There'll be a bonus if you bring me proof of Logan's death."

"Fair enough," Kylar said.

"I foresee some of my allies becoming... problematic in the future. I'll have other jobs for you. That is, if you haven't lost your edge."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"When you didn't answer my summons a month ago, I had to go elsewhere."

"You'll never find anyone as good as me." That, at least, was cla.s.sic Durzo Blint.

Terah Graesin licked her lips and her eyes filled with sudden hunger. Kylar didn't recognize the look, but he didn't like it, whatever it was. She smiled.

What is she waiting for? Me to make a pa.s.s at her? The moment pa.s.sed. The moment pa.s.sed.

"Well, then, good day," she said in a level tone that didn't tell Kylar whether he was right or wrong. She stepped close to him to kiss each of his cheeks. It put his real face right at level of her chest, but he was lucky. She didn't lean close enough to touch either his real lips with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s or his phantom cheek with her lips. The illusion stayed intact.

As soon as she was gone, he fled. He jumped on his horse and went north out of the camp, worried that Terah might have someone watching the western exit. He s.h.i.+fted his disguise so that Durzo's face was where his own was, rather than above it so that he could see the guards' expression. The guards let him out without question, however, and when he was a mile out, he began to let down his guard. His heart was still pounding as he thought about what this meant for Logan. Even if he got his friend out of the Maw, the road ahead wouldn't be easy. At least now he would know who his enemies were.

Kylar entered a thin stretch of trees when something whispered coolly in his mind: ~Duck.~ ~Duck.~ "What?" he said aloud.