The Scribe

by Elizabeth Hunter

  “Do you have one of those location apps on your phone so you can find it online if you lose it?”

  “No. I turned off all the location services except for maps. Carl put one on and it pissed me off, so I shut all of them off. Why?”

  He muttered, “How did the Grigori find us?”

  “What?”

  “At the restaurant tonight. How did they find us?”

  She sat up straight. “I don’t know.”

  “You haven’t called Sadik, have you?”

  Ava rolled her eyes. “I still don’t buy your suspicion of him, but no, I haven’t.”

  Another thought occurred to him. “Did Dr. Sadik ever give you anything?”

  “What?” She rubbed at her eyes. “No. I don’t think so.”

  “Think, Ava. It might have looked innocent. Like a trinket.”

  “Well… nothing he could use to—”

  “What did he give you?” His interest spiked. “Something harmless. What was it, love?”

  She shrugged and reached into the purse near her feet. “It’s nothing. I’d kind of forgotten about it. It’s one of those nazar-amulet key chains. To ward off the evil eye, you know? Dr. Sadik told me to keep it with me. For luck.”

  From a pocket, she pulled out the vivid blue glass. Around four centimeters wide, it looked like any of the tourist trinkets hanging from every shop in Turkey, only it was backed with metal he suspected doubled as an antennae. The white and blue circles stared back at him, accusing him of paranoia. Malachi held it up to the light.

  “I thought it was kind of silly, but I put it in my bag and I haven’t really thought about it since.”

  “I’m sure he was counting on that.”

  In the darkest blue of the glass, there was an almost translucent chip with a wire leading toward the metal frame.

  “There.” He held it out so Ava could see. “Do you see? I think it’s a chip.”

  She blinked. “Like they put in dog collars to find them if they’re lost?”

  “A simple GPS chip. As long as you have this with you, he could track you.”

  He saw the color rise on her cheeks, but her eyes were cold. “Son of a bitch…”

  Malachi grabbed her hand. “You trusted him. I know. It’s not—”

  “That asshole!”

  “He betrayed you, and you’re—”

  “I’m gonna kill him.”

  Now it was Malachi cautioning patience. “We need to find out more before you do.”

  “This thing—” She tried to grab the nazar, but Malachi closed his fingers over it.

  “No.”

  “Give it to me! I want to smash it to pieces!” She was already opening her car door. “I want it as far away from me as—”

  “Do you want him to think you’re in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road?” He shook the hand she was trying to pry open. “Think.”

  Ava blinked, coming out of her rage. “He’d know I found it.”

  “Exactly. We’re not going to take it back to the house, but we don’t want him to know we’ve found it.”

  She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, so what do we do?”

  “We’re going to take it back to Istanbul, and we’re going to leave it someplace very safe.” An idea sprang to his mind, and Malachi smiled. “Someplace that will confuse the hell out of him.”

  It was morning when they walked into the lobby of Ava’s old hotel. The streets of the Sultanahmet were almost deserted as they made their way past the sleepy young man at the front desk and toward the courtyard near her old room. The young man raised his head in a quick smile, recognized Ava, then put his head down again, not realizing she no longer had a room there.

  “This way,” she said softly. “I think this is where they keep the carts.”

  Malachi spotted a maid turning the corner with one of the narrow cleaning carts, so he tugged Ava toward it, engaging the girl in a conversation about finding a razor because his luggage had been lost. Malachi trapped the young woman in conversation while he passed the nazar to Ava. She palmed it, took out the gum she’d been chewing, and stuck it to the glass-and-metal amulet. Then she pressed the blue circle into a corner, out of the line of sight, but hopefully secure enough to remain on the cart. Malachi saw her stuff a rag under the nazar to hold it in place, then she tugged on his hand.

  “You know what? I totally forgot, honey. I have an extra razor in my bag.” Ava put on a big smile as she shook her head. “Can’t believe I forgot about that. I was surprised they let it on the plane.”

  Malachi switched to English. “Is that so? I won’t bother her anymore then.” He turned to the confused maid with an apologetic smile and thanked her. Then he and Ava turned back toward the lobby and slipped out of the hotel.

  “Hopefully, the cart will move enough that he won’t be immediately suspicious. Plus, you’ve stayed there before. So while he’ll know you’re back in the city, he won’t realize you’re at our house.”

  “I can’t believe I stuck gum to the corner of her cart.” Ava shuddered. “The well-behaved schoolgirl in me is appalled by my behavior.”

  “You were really a well-behaved schoolgirl?”

  “Of course not. I was the crazy chick with a reputation to uphold.”

  “That’s what I was hoping for.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  By the time they arrived at the scribe house on the other side of the bridge, morning traffic had started. Cafés and shops were stirring, and the corner market near the old wooden house in Beyoğlu was opening its doors. Ava held Malachi’s hand as they walked from the car park. She had slept in the car, but not deeply. She needed quiet, food, and warm arms surrounding her while she slept.

  I love you. Of course I love you.

  He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. And Ava, despite a lifetime’s worth of disappointment, was starting to believe it.

  “Malachi.” She tugged on his arm a few steps away from the front door. The sun was rising, painting the side of the house a warm red-brown. It touched his hair, and Ava was blinded for a moment by the planes of his face. The warmth in his eyes as he looked down on her. He was becoming the most handsome man in the world to her. Just the sight of him stole her breath.

  “What?”

  “What happens now?”

  He smiled and touched her cheek with a finger. “Now my brothers will greet us, and we will both get some rest. We eat something. We take things one step at a time, Ava. We will find who is after you and what they want. Then, we will make you safe.”

  “It sounds pretty simple when you put it like that.” She felt her head swimming and knew she’d reached the end of her rope. She was five steps from the door, but minutes away from collapse.

  Malachi squeezed her hand and reached over to knock, but the green door was already opening. Damien stood in the doorway, a fierce, intimidating figure, his torso bare save for the markings across his chest, shoulders, and arms. A linen cloth hung around his waist, and Ava saw black stains on his hands. His hair hung past his shoulders, and Ava could see the ancient warrior in his eyes as he stared.

  “Morning greetings, brother,” he said quietly, opening the door farther and holding out his hand. Malachi put a hand at the small of her back and grasped Damien’s forearm with his hand.

  Malachi asked, “Does the fire still burn in this house?”

  “It does, and you are welcome to its light.” Then the stern expression melted, and Damien looked down at her. “You and your own.”

  With that, some kind of wall was breached, and she heard Malachi’s thoughts swell with pride and excitement. He held her with one arm while grabbing his friend in a fierce embrace. The two men’s quiet laughter enveloped her as they ushered Ava through the door, and she saw Leo and Maxim standing behind Damien, both wearing the same joyful expressions. They lined up to greet her. Damien was first, leaning down to put both hands on her shoulders and kissing her cheeks, right and left.

 
; “You are welcome, sister.” Damien’s voice held a slight waver. “You honor us with your voice.”

  Aware that there was some meaning she didn’t quite grasp, Ava only said, “Thank you.”

  Maxim was next. His vivid blue eyes held a devious glint, but his smile was warm. “Welcome, sister.” He leaned down and also kissed her cheeks in greeting.

  “Thank you.”

  Leo was the last to say hello, but Ava was grateful to see his familiar, playful expression. “Welcome home, Ava. I’m so happy you’re back.”

  She was almost ready to burst into tears when his lips touched her cheek. She felt Malachi’s hand at her back a moment before he pulled her back and into his chest.

  “Rhys?” he asked as she tried to recover her composure. She had never felt so welcomed in her life. A small, abandoned corner of her heart sighed and whispered, Home.

  “He arrived a few hours ago. Still sleeping.”

  “Is our room ready? We both need sleep.”

  “Of course,” Damien said. “Leo?”

  The smiling man stepped forward. “We moved you to the second floor. The east room has the most space, and it’s coolest in the afternoon.”

  “Thank you,” Malachi said.

  “Wait.” She put a hand on his arm. “They moved your room?”

  “Our room,” he said softly, leading her toward the stairs. “Thank you, Leo. We’ll see you later.”

  “Rest well.” Without a whisper, he disappeared, along with every other man who’d been there a minute ago. Ava blinked back the blurriness in her eyes and followed Malachi.

  “Wait… so, what? They moved me in?”

  “I believe Maxim collected your things from your hotel after we left Istanbul. They simply moved them to a new room along with my things.”

  “Isn’t that—” She couldn’t stop the yawn. “—a little premature? I mean, we’ve been… whatever-we-are for—”

  “They don’t think like that,” he said with a smile. “They see the truth.”

  “Oh?” She yawned again, walking through the door he held open for her. She entered a dim room surrounded by bookcases on three walls. There was a window shielded by wooden blinds and a beautiful mural painted around it. But all Ava saw was the bed. Low, covered with pillows, with the bedspread turned down. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She collapsed face-first onto the pillows, barely registering Malachi’s quiet chuckle.

  “A little tired?”

  “You haven’t let me get much sleep the past week, you insatiable man.”

  “I think you’ve worn me out, too,” he said as he tugged off her shoes and jeans. Then he rolled her over and eased off the button-down shirt she’d worn, leaving her in a lightweight tank and her panties. The cotton sheets were a cool kiss against her skin, and Ava burrowed into the pillows as he pulled the bedspread up to her chin. “Sleep, my love.”

  “You, too. Come to bed.” She pulled at his hand, rolling toward him with her eyes closed when she felt the other side of the bed dip. Then his arm was around her, and his skin pressed against her own. Leg to leg. Chest to back. His arms encircled her as oblivion descended.

  “Malachi?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Your brothers… what do you mean, ‘they see the truth’?”

  “About you and me.”

  “And?”

  “We belong to each other,” he murmured, his voice growing dim. “The Irin know how precious love is. How quickly it can be taken from us.”

  “Still, so fast…”

  “Perhaps… we have learned not to wait.”

  Reshon, reshon, reshon.

  She didn’t know whether the whispers were coming from his mind or her own. And for the first time, Ava didn’t care.

  She woke slowly, the knowledge of who reaching her before the where. Malachi was with her, arm still wrapped securely around her waist. As her eyes blinked open, she realized they were back in Istanbul, in the wooden house with the green door, where she’d been greeted like family before falling asleep with the man she loved.

  Loved to distraction.

  She turned carefully, wanting to watch him as he slept. His face was covered with dark stubble, and his hair fell across his forehead, a frown on his face as he dreamed. His full lips pursed in disapproval at whatever visions he saw, and long lashes curled on his cheeks. He really did have the most beautiful eyes; his lashes would be the envy of women everywhere.

  “Angels would weep,” she whispered, only realizing after she’d said it how truly ironic it was. Angels probably had wept.

  The Forgiven. The angelic ancestors of the Irin. In the story Rhys told her, the Forgiven had been the ones who left. Leaving behind their women and children to return to heaven when they were called. And in return, their descendants had been blessed with knowledge and magic in exchange for their sacrifice. Ava traced the stern line of Malachi’s lip.

  “I think I’d pull down heaven,” she said, “if that’s what it took to keep you here with me.”

  A slow smile curved his lips. “And I’d abandon it if you weren’t there.” His eyes flickered open. “Good morning.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s afternoon.”

  “Oh well.” He rolled over, dragging her with him so she lay over his chest. “Let’s go back to sleep and forget them all.”

  Ava giggled and squirmed as he held her. “We should get up.”

  “I’m well on the way. Can’t you tell?”

  “Clearly.” She managed to wiggle to his side. “But I have some questions.”

  “Oh…” He groaned and buried his face in her neck, nipping at the soft skin with gentle teeth. “Do I get a prize if I answer correctly?”

  “Not those kind of questions.”

  “What kind then?”

  “Last night…” She shook her head. “This morning. When we got here. The things they said… That meant something, didn’t it?”

  “Yes.” His voice held an abundance of caution.

  “What did it mean?” When he didn’t answer, she rolled over. “Well?”

  She started to sit up, but he grabbed her and pulled her down, curling around her as he spoke.

  “When we went to Cappadocia, the scribes there greeted us as guests. You might not have noticed, as they’re not as formal there.”

  “You were speaking in the Old Language, too.”

  “Yes. But here… When we arrived this morning, Damien greeted us as family. In the old way, the way the head of a household would greet a mated couple returning to a retreat. He called you sister. He called you my own.”

  A quiet suspicion began to take shape. “They moved us into this room. Which is quite obviously intended for two people.”

  “Yes.”

  “And all your stuff is here. And my stuff.”

  “Ava, I—”

  “Are you telling me they think we’re married or something?” Her heart started pounding.

  “Irin don’t marry,” he said, just a little too quickly. “So, no.”

  “But they think something.”

  “They know we’re together. That’s all. I told them we were together. Aren’t we?”

  “I guess…” Ava felt like she was trying to find her way in a dark room that everyone could see but her. “Yes, we’re together. I just want to know what’s going on. This is all happening really fast. Do they think I’m going to live here forever or something?”

  She felt him stiffen, and his face went blank. “Are you planning to leave?”

  “Not right now. But… I don’t know.” She knew her words caused him pain, but they had to be said. “I have a life, Malachi.”

  He drew back, and Ava hated the distance immediately. “Yes, you have a life.”

  “And I can’t just—”

  “A life where you travel from place to place every few months, never putting down roots.” His voice was brittle. “You don’t speak of any close friends. You have a mother who loves you but doesn’t understand y
ou. A stepfather who protects you but doesn’t love you.”

  His words stung, even though Ava knew they were true. “You have no right—”

  “You were alone,” he said, grabbing her hand and stopping her from leaving the bed. “Like I was. Even more than I was. We were alone, but now we’re not.”

  The urgency in his voice, the raw honesty of it, cooled her anger. “Malachi—”

  “Why do you want to leave that? I need you, as you need me.” He drew her back down and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. “We can stay here. We can go another place. We can seek out the Irina who have hidden themselves and ask them to train you in magic. We can hide from the world if we must. I don’t know what we’ll do for money, but we’ll find—”

  “I have plenty of money,” Ava said. “Money for a lifetime. I’m not worried about that.”

  “Then why?” He kissed her again. “Why leave? I don’t care where we go, as long as we’re together.”

  Her heart swelled, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “Is this real?”

  He smiled a glorious smile and kissed her again. “Of course it is. We can live forever. The two of us. Forever. Have a family. A life.”

  “I love you.” Ava kissed him back, her heart pounding out of her chest with a mad hope. She believed him, and it scared her. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He held her on the bed, rocking back and forth as Ava bit her lip and tentatively allowed the dreams he shared to take root in her heart. She could see it. For the first time in her life, she caught a glimpse of a life that didn’t end in loneliness and pain. She wanted to be cautious, but her reckless heart ran toward him.

  “To be completely honest, however…” He glanced down. “Some might consider us… mated.”

  Ava sat up. “That’s the Irin version of married, isn’t it?”

  “It’s not exactly…” He was fiddling with the fingers on her right hand in what had become his own nervous gesture. “Yes.”

  “I knew it!”

  Ava and Rhys were looking through old record books, trying to identify the Grigori she and Malachi had seen in Kuşadası. Unlike police lineup books, which Ava had been acquainted with due to her kidnapping as a child, the Irin records were a mix of pictures and sketches. The profiles she paged through were only for the longest-lived and most dangerous soldiers, which meant it read more like an encyclopedia of evil than a suspect book.