Bewitched & Betrayed

by Lisa Shearin

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  “Elves don’t recognize his existence,” Tam said. “Goblins despise him. This was the only legal step I could take to protect my son. ”

  I leaned back in my chair. “Now that Talon’s as safe as he can be, what exactly is it that you’re going to do?”

  Tam’s smile was a baring of fangs. “It’ll be like just another day on my old job: destroy an archenemy, depose a king, and put an exiled prince on the throne. ”

  Chapter 25

  Sarad Nukpana’s body was in a crystal coffin woven with spells to keep it from being opened from the outside—or the inside.

  Mychael wasn’t taking any chances.

  One of the spells inside the coffin was to preserve his corpse. The mortician who prepared the body and worked the spell called it “perpetual repose. ”

  I called it creepy as hell.

  Sarad Nukpana was still perfect, still darkly beautiful. He had a shadow of a smile on his face, like he knew something we didn’t, something that was about to bite us all on our collective ass.

  I had no doubt that he did.

  The coffin was in a tower in the highest point of the citadel and at the farthest point from the Saghred. The stairs to the top could be revealed by a spell that only Mychael and Justinius knew. The circular room had one door, no windows, and was lit bright as day.

  That had been my request.

  Goblins didn’t like bright light. I did. And for some irrational reason, I also liked knowing that Sarad Nukpana wasn’t lying in the dark. Bad things happened in dark places. Sarad Nukpana was most definitely a bad thing.

  I’d wanted the body destroyed and the ashes scattered to the winds in the far reaches of all seven kingdoms. That would get rid of Sarad Nukpana’s body, but it wouldn’t destroy him. His rotten soul was safe and secure in the body of his dearly departed uncle Janos. Janos Ghalfari’s soul was long gone, so Nukpana had the house all to himself, so to speak. Just him and the souls of his closest allies—his own frat house of evil.

  Two days ago, King Sathrik had sent Justinius Valerian a letter demanding that unless Nukpana’s body was returned undamaged to Regor within the month, he would declare war against the Guardians, the Conclave, and the Isle of Mid, and come and get the body himself. Mychael and Justinius had no intention of returning Nukpana’s body, but it never hurt to have an ace in the hole just in case. Hence the mortician’s creepy reposing spell.

  I’d gone to the tower room this morning. I had wanted . . . No, I had needed to see Sarad Nukpana’s body for myself. Vegard had come with me. He’d become my most welcome shadow. He kept expecting that Reaper to come back to collect.

  So did I.

  But Reapers were eternal; I wasn’t. With any luck, I’d be old and gray before it remembered my offer and came back. No, I didn’t believe that, either. You knew you had too much bad crap in your life when Death’s minion had become the least of your worries.

  It was now early afternoon and I was back on the Fortune. Four more days had passed since Mychael had pronounced Tam fully healed—and Tam had announced that he was personally declaring war on Sathrik Mal’Salin and Sarad Nukpana.

  “Hell, I’d be glad to haul the stiff back to Regor,” Phaelan was saying, as he handed me the drink I’d desperately needed after viewing Sarad Nukpana’s perpetually reposing corpse. “Things fall overboard at sea all the time. ” He flashed a grin. “Especially dead goblin psychos. ”

  I remembered Nukpana’s still lips with their all- knowing smile. “Define dead,” I muttered.

  Phaelan poured himself a whiskey. “By the way, Mago’s on his way here. ”

  I was in mid-swallow and almost choked. “Here? Is that good? For anybody?”

  My cousin chuckled. “This island is teeming with weasel mages and politicians; how much more trouble can a weasel banker be?”

  We both knew the answer to that one. But at least this weasel was related to us.

  “Besides,” Phaelan continued, “Mago is the hands-on type. He’s set our plan in motion and has a person he can trust pulling the strings at the bank in D’Mai. Mago prefers to be as close to his mark as possible when an operation goes down. ” Phaelan raised his glass and drained it in one toss. “My brother takes great pride in his work. ”

  I groaned. God help us all, and not just from conscientious weasel bankers.

  The Fortune had been deemed to be the safest place to meet—or at least the most neutral and agreeable territory.

  Markus Sevelien wanted to talk to Imala Kalis.

  Markus had come over from the Red Hawk under cover of both darkness and tarp. There was a time and a place for Markus to let the world know that he was alive, but here and now wasn’t it. My sometime employer would wait until his return from the dead would have the maximum benefit for him and the elf queen, and do the most damage to Taltek Balmorlan and his allies. I really wanted to see Balmorlan’s face when that happened.

  I could hear Markus and Mychael speaking in low voices from the next cabin. Eavesdropping wasn’t necessary; I could hear every word, though not in the conventional sense. My mysterious bond with Mychael had become even stronger once my umi’atsu bond with Tam had been broken by that crossbow bolt.

  Markus’s clothes had been blown up along with his house. He and Phaelan were the same size, so my cousin had opened his considerable wardrobe to the chief of elven intelligence. Markus had arrived on board in an incredibly elegant black doublet and trouser ensemble. I would never have guessed that Phaelan had owned anything other than what a peacock would feel at home in.

  Duke Markus Sevelien was dressing for the occasion.

  Peace talks between the elven government and the hopefully soon-to-be goblin government.

  Since Markus had been declared dead, he wasn’t exactly the official representative of the elf queen, but that was fine since Imala was the representative of the goblin prince in exile.

  But if everyone’s plans came to fruition, these would be the first true and earnest peace talks between the elves and goblins in a couple of hundred years.

  Markus and Imala had already agreed on one thing: the Guardians should continue to be the keepers and protectors of the Saghred. They had sworn to each other that they would leave the Saghred in peace.

  If my plans came to fruition, the Saghred would be in pieces.

  Imala Kalis arrived a few minutes later with only two guards. Trust is a beautiful thing; keeping a low profile is even better. Three goblins could be snuck on board without much trouble. Imala’s regular entourage would have looked like a boarding party. Phaelan welcomed the head of the goblin secret service with a hand kiss that lingered a little too long and a gleam in his dark eyes that said he’d like nothing more than further exploration. I had to virtually kick my cousin out of his own cabin.

  I wanted to talk to Imala alone.

  “Could they wait outside the door?” I asked her, indicating her two bodyguards.

  Imala kept her dark eyes on me, but spoke to the two heavily armed goblins. “Wait outside, please. ”

  They went, the door closed, and it was just me and the lady who wanted Tam to help her overthrow a government. I knew Tam had already made up his mind, but I still had a problem with that. A big one. Call me protective of my friends.

  “Can I get you a drink?” I asked her. “Uncle Ryn sent over some port that he took off a royal frigate headed for Regor—and probably Sathrik’s wine cellars. He and Markus didn’t manage to drink it all. ”

  Imala smiled faintly. “I would love a glass. ” She accepted it and took a sip. Then she sat quietly, her delicate fingers holding the even more delicate crystal. “Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t force Tam to help,” she said quietly. “I could only ask. The decision was his. ”

  I had taken the chair across from Imala, my own posture a virtual mirror of hers. “Am I that obvious?”

  “Yes. ”

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��Good. Saves wasting time on small talk. I don’t like what Tam wants to do; I don’t like it at all . . . but it was his decision and he’s made it, hasn’t he?” I didn’t bother to hide my sarcasm.

  “Our people need him, Raine. ” She paused. “I need him. ”

  “You don’t like him, but you need him. ”

  “Actually, I do like him. Even though he’s stubborn, infuriating, and a few other things I don’t care to mention. ” She took another sip. “Tam is also the best man for this job. ”

  “A job that’s going to use black magic to overthrow Sathrik and Sarad—”

  Imala’s dark eyes flashed. “No, Raine. I don’t want Tam using black magic ever again. When I found out he was leaving court, I convinced him to go to my grandmother for help. Naturally, he didn’t think he needed help or that he was in any danger, but I persisted and he eventually admitted that I was right. ”

  “You convinced—”

  Imala laughed. “So he made it sound like it was all his idea?”

  “Pretty much. ”

  She shrugged. “Regardless, he went, and once again the final decision was his. No one forces Tam to do anything he doesn’t want to. ”

  “You can say that again,” I muttered.

  “Now that Sarad Nukpana is no longer here, my grandmother and Prince Chigaru will be arriving within the week. ”

  I blew out my breath through my nose.

  “You don’t trust any of us, do you?” Imala asked mildly.

  “I trust Tam. As for the rest of you . . . well, I haven’t exactly been given much reason to trust. ”

  She sat in silence, watching me. “What if I trust you with something?”

  I felt a release of magic, a small magic, a tiny glamour that had hidden a pair of dark goblin eyes.

  Eyes now glittering with flecks of golden amber.

  I just sat and stared. Imala Kalis was part elf.

  “Who knows?” I asked.

  “Aside from my grandmother, only Tam and one other. ”

  Those were three people who Imala trusted with her life, four now counting me. If she were to be exposed, she would not only lose her position and standing at court; she would lose any and all rights, period. To many pure-blooded goblins, she would be no better than an animal—and she would be treated like one.