SOMETHING BORROWED
Richelle Mead
PUFFIN
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About Richelle Mead
Books by Richelle Mead
SOMETHING BORROWED
About Richelle Mead
Richelle Mead is the bestselling author of the Vampire Academy, Bloodlines and Age of X series. Her love of fantasy and science-fiction began at an early age when her father read her Greek mythology and her brothers made her watch Flash Gordon. She went on to study folklore and religion at the University of Michigan, and, when not writing, Richelle spends her time drinking lots of coffee, keeping up with reality TV, and collecting 1980s T-shirts. Richelle lives with her family in Seattle in the USA.
Find out more about Richelle at www.richellemead.com
Books by Richelle Mead
The Bloodlines series
Bloodlines
The Golden Lily
The Indigo Spell
The Vampire Academy series
Vampire Academy
Frostbite
Shadow Kiss
Blood Promise
Spirit Bound
Last Sacrifice
Vampire Academy: A Graphic Novel
Frostbite: A Graphic Novel
The Age of X series
Gameboard Of The Gods
The Georgina Kincaid series
Succubus Blues
Succubus Nights
Succubus Dreams
Succubus Heat
Succubus Shadows
Succubus Revealed
The Dark Swan Series
Storm Born
Thorn Queen
Iron Crowned
Shadow Heir
1
It was typical. The Doctor promised me champagne and cake, and instead I got flying lizards.
‘Pterodactylus antiquus, to be precise,’ he told me, ducking as one of the creatures in question swooped low over his head. It was such a close call that the rush of air ruffled the springy curls of his hair. ‘Or perhaps Pterodactylus extra-smallus would be a better name, since I don’t recall them being quite so pocket-sized during my last Late Jurassic trip.’
That wasn’t how I would have described them, but maybe it depended on the size of your pockets. These beasts were about as big as pigeons, and the only upside so far was that they seemed to be leaving us alone. I couldn’t say the same for the terrified pedestrians around us, though. We’d only arrived on Koturia minutes ago, leaving the TARDIS in a small alley tucked between two obnoxiously coloured buildings on a busy street. We’d heard the screams as soon as we stepped out of the door and had been met with pretty much the last scene that came to mind when I thought of weddings. Bachelor parties? Perhaps. Weddings? Definitely not.
‘Maybe they’re babies,’ I said, cringing against a hot-pink building decorated with silvery lattice-work. I was trying to keep out of the way, both of the pterodactyls and of the panicked people heedlessly shoving others aside in an effort to escape. The creatures were homing in specifically on the Koturians, attacking them with sharp claws and beaks that drew blood and tore skin with each strike. Across the street, I saw several of the pterodactyls gang up on a woman and actually try to carry her away. She was saved at the last moment when a hysterical man accidentally ran into her, disrupting the attack.
‘I don’t think so.’ The Doctor was annoyingly calm, oblivious to the frenzy around him as he squinted up at the winged menaces. ‘These are some kind of specially modified breed, nothing natural. You can tell by that gold sheen on their wing membrane. No earthly pterodactyl had that. Can’t you see it?’
Mostly all I could see was that it would be very easy for those talons to turn on us at any moment.
Small lines of thought appeared on the Doctor’s forehead. ‘This isn’t the first time I’ve seen something like this,’ he murmured.
He didn’t elaborate, as per his way, and I wasn’t really in the mood to play our usual game of Twenty Questions. The fear around us was so all-consuming that it had an almost tangible quality, and the only thing I knew for sure was that we had to do something to end it. ‘How do we stop them?’ I asked.
For a moment, I didn’t think he’d heard me, but he finally dragged his gaze from the creatures and did a quick, sharp assessment of the rest of our surroundings. His eyes travelled up the side of the pink and silver building, and he gave a decisive nod. ‘There. You need to climb up to that sign.’
I looked. There, right on the edge of the roof, was a flashing sign that was brilliant even in the light of midday. Swirls of blue and green, a bit like a lava lamp, pulsed underneath its iridescent surface while dark-purple messages scrolled across it.
‘That’s two storeys up!’ I exclaimed. ‘And I’m in heels.’
‘Well then, you should have worn more sensible shoes, shouldn’t you? Really, Peri, don’t blame me for your oversights. The footholds are too small for me to do it myself. Now hurry!’
Some of the gaps in the lacy lattice-work looked too small for me too, but I knew he was right about which of us was the best choice. The scream of a child drove me to action, and I kicked off my shoes without further hesitation. I grabbed hold of the metal scrollwork, grateful that it seemed firmly attached, and started to climb, though I winced when some of the sharp edges dug into my bare feet. Moving upward also put me closer to some of the higher-flying pterodactyls, but I figured now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
‘Hurry!’ the Doctor yelled.
‘I’m going as fast as I can!’
I scurried up. At one point, my foot missed its hold, and I slipped a few inches. I clung to the lattice-work as tightly as I could, breathing deeply and steeling myself to regain my foothold and continue the climb. Finally, agonisingly, I reached the roof and climbed over its edge, grateful to find a flat, solid surface to kneel on.
‘Now what?’ I called down.
I could barely hear the Doctor’s answer above the noise of panic. ‘Grab the corner of the screen and rip it off!’
At first glance, I didn’t think it was possible. Then I saw that each corner had a small steel loop attached to it. I grabbed hold of one, then yelped, jerking away. The metal was so hot it had burned me. Below, I could hear the Doctor shouting encouragement, though his words were tinged with urgency and impatience.
Inspiration hit me, and I grabbed hold of my skirt. It was made of two layers, a light chiffon over heavier silk, and I ripped a large strip of the top layer away. I then tore it in half. The gauzy fabric wasn’t the best protection, but wrapping it round my hands provided some relief from the heat as I tried to pull the screen away again. Nothing happened. Refusing to accept failure, I gave it another tug and felt the slightest give. One more white-knuckled pull, and the screen slowly began to rip apart. As it did, I could see glittering wires and circuits sparking inside like a tiny Fourth of July show as fluorescent goop began trickling out of the bottom. I glanced down at the Doctor, waiting for my next instructions, when the most amazing thing happened.
In seconds, the mini-pterodactyls abruptly abandoned their prey and merged into an orderly flock. Their displeasure was expressed in a cacophony of jarring caws as they soared up like one being and flew out of sight. For a moment, an eerie silence hung in the street, then at last the Koturians began to recover, glancing warily around as they helped each other up and tended to the injured. Deeming my job done, I made my way back down the lattice-work and jumped the last couple of feet. The Doctor was beaming.
‘Well done! That wasn’t so difficult, was it?’
I glanced down at the angry red marks on my hands. ‘Depends on your definition of difficult. What happened?’
He pointed up at the dismantled sign. ‘Those lights use radiant Ge
ngi tube technology. A bit gaudy, if you ask me, but quite trendy in places like this.’
‘Well, you are the expert when it comes to gaudy,’ I said, giving a meaningful look to his red-and-yellow plaid coat and green tie.
He ignored the jibe. ‘When the tubes inside are damaged they emit a type of electromagnetic radiation that you can’t perceive, but which is quite irritating to creatures like those.’
I remembered his earlier words. ‘Then you have seen them before.’
‘Not them specifically,’ he corrected. ‘But something with a similar feel. Let us hope it’s just a coincidence.’
Now that I didn’t feel my life was in imminent danger I finally had the chance to look around and truly take in the world we’d come to. The Doctor had already briefed me on the Koturians, and I found them exactly as he’d described. On the surface they resembled humans – and Time Lords, for that matter – save that their natural hair colour varied wildly. I saw ordinary brunettes like me and blonds like the Doctor, but the majority sported colours I would’ve expected to find in punk rock bands back home: deep purple, lime green, bright orange and so forth. Closer scrutiny showed me they weren’t the only species here. At least half of those on the streets were clearly aliens from other worlds, although, like the Doctor and me, they hadn’t been targeted.
And then I noticed the city itself. My jaw dropped.
‘This looks like –’ I could barely utter the words, certain my eyes were playing tricks on me – ‘Las Vegas.’
‘Well, I should think so,’ the Doctor said as we began to walk down the street, ‘seeing as that’s what the Koturians modelled their civilisation on.’
Las Vegas was an easy weekend road trip from my college town of Pasadena. I’d only been there once, but there was no mistaking the resemblance. Some of the buildings bore more than just a passing similarity to my memories. Sure, some of the details were different, but if you’d suddenly transported tourists here from the Strip in Las Vegas back on Earth, I doubt they’d have noticed. The same sort of over-the-top facades loomed above us, covered in lights that would no doubt ignite the evening’s darkness. As we walked I glimpsed gaming tables and slot machines through the glass doors. Enterprising vendors took advantage of our reprieve and were already back on the streets waving around flyers for tonight’s entertainments.
‘That’s exactly like the Sahara,’ I said, coming to a halt outside an impressive hotel and casino complex. ‘I remember visiting it.’
The Doctor nodded. ‘So did the Koturians. We’re about, oh, two hundred years after your time. Early Koturian explorers visited Earth in the late twentieth century and were charmed by the glitz and excitement of Las Vegas – as well as its money-making potential. They’re quite the entrepreneurs, you see. They quickly realised the allure of a city solely devoted to pleasure and games of chance – not just to humans but to many other species as well – so they took that concept and ran with it on a much, much grander scale.’
I shook my head, still feeling a little dazed. ‘How strange.’
‘Is it?’ He gave me a sidelong look. ‘Seems like a very American concept, really. Exploiting people’s hopes and dreams for profit. I figured you’d be quite comfortable with that.’
I rolled my eyes. ‘That’s a pretty harsh view of my countrymen.’
‘Well, believe what you want, but the Koturians have made a lot of money from their business plan. This is one of the wealthiest planets in the solar system. People come from far and wide to make their fortunes – and to consecrate their love.’
‘Consecrate their … You mean get married? But Las Vegas weddings are tacky.’
The Doctor grinned. ‘On the contrary, that’s one of the ways the Koturians’ version ended up different from the original. This place is considered the height of romance. Anyone who’s anyone tries to have a wedding on Koturia, and, as you’ll soon see, the Koturians themselves have an especial interest in marriage.’
2
The Doctor took me to a building near the edge of the downtown area, and at first I thought it must be another hotel, based on its size and design. But when I noticed that there wasn’t the usual buzz of tourist activity, I realised with a start that this was a private residence. The sprawling building took up several city blocks and had five floors, and the glass in the arched windows along the front had undergone some special treatment to make it sparkle in a rainbow of colours. It even had flying buttresses, though their silvery-blue surfaces were a far cry from any medieval church.
‘How many people live here?’ I exclaimed. ‘There must be more than just your friend and his family.’
The Doctor shrugged. ‘Not as far as I know. Well, aside from the servants.’
One of those servants, dressed in a sunny yellow uniform, showed us into a vaulted foyer. We gave our names, and moments later an older man with receding lavender hair came scurrying in. His face was alight with joy.
‘Doctor! Is it really you? You’ve changed … Not that we aren’t used to that sort of thing around here.’
He must’ve seen the Doctor before this most recent regeneration.
The Doctor shook the man’s hand vigorously. ‘Yes, yes. A little different round the edges since our last meeting on Kiri 4, but all the charm and intellect are still here.’
‘And the modesty,’ I added.
The man turned towards me, and the Doctor seemed to remember I was there. ‘Ah, yes. Evris, may I present Miss Peri Brown of Earth. Peri, this is Lord Evris Makshi. We were once both caught up in a minor incident involving some very disagreeable robots.’
Evris chuckled. ‘Incident? Is that what you call saving my life? However you want to spin it, I’m just honoured that you came to attend my son’s wedding. And you too, Miss Brown.’
There was a shrewd glint in the Doctor’s eyes. ‘And what about the adorably terrifying pterodactyls we encountered on our way in? Are they on the guest list too?’
The cheery look on Evris’s face vanished. ‘Ah. Them. I’d heard there was another attack today.’
‘Another?’ asked the Doctor. I was reminded of a hunting hound sniffing the wind.
Evris nodded. ‘Those creatures have been plaguing us for a few months now. It started off as just a nuisance. They’d appear briefly on the Swathe and –’
‘Swathe?’ I interrupted.
‘The city’s main tourist district,’ he explained. ‘We call it that because it’s a swathe of commerce and delight.’
‘But not a strip.’ I tried to keep a straight face.
‘No. Much more expansive.’ Evris cleared his throat. ‘Anyway, they used to content themselves with mild attacks: a few swipes, a little blood here and there. Then, in the last two weeks, it’s suddenly increased. We see them nearly every day, and their assaults are more vicious. They’ve even started carrying away victims – never to be seen again.’
‘How awful,’ I said, recalling how I’d nearly witnessed that very thing.
The Doctor nodded in agreement. ‘Hardly a favourable time for a wedding.’
‘I concur.’ Evris’s face fell even more. ‘Tourism’s taken a downward turn, and half our citizens won’t even go outside. If Jonos wasn’t so near the end of his Phasing, we’d call the whole thing off. But none of us knows how long he has, and so we’re going forward with it tonight. After that … well. Then we hope to do something about this little problem.’
I didn’t really think flying reptiles that attacked and kidnapped people qualified as a ‘little’ problem, but I was too interested in his earlier word choice. ‘Phasing?’ I asked. ‘What’s that?’
The Doctor shone with his usual delight for anything curious and fascinating. ‘It’s what I meant earlier about Koturians having an especial interest in weddings. During their marriage ceremony, they transform and take on a new appearance. Several factors, internal and external, kick their metabolism into overdrive – for lack of a more technical explanation.’
Evris was nodding alon
g. ‘It’s a very sacred thing for our people. The beloved is the first one to see the new face as they begin their lives together. It also marks an important rite of passage in general, a brilliant experience that all Koturians should go through.’ His brief enthusiasm turned to dismay. ‘However, we’re only capable of it once, during a very short window in the prime of our lives. Then the chance is gone forever.’
It was hard to wrap my mind round such a concept – though certainly not as hard as it would’ve been before I began travelling with the Doctor. ‘And your son has nearly passed his?’
‘Yes. In fact, we’d given up. He’s a good boy – but has his fair share of quirks. Those sorts of individuals can be quite challenging, you know.’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I certainly do know.’
The Doctor cut me a look. ‘Well, well, aren’t you on a roll today?’
Evris, oblivious to our exchange, shook his head in a mix of both amusement and exasperation as he continued about his son. ‘I suppose we shouldn’t have been surprised when he chose an alien bride. It’s exactly the kind of contrary thing he’d do.’
The Doctor had been listening with an indulgent expression, but at those words everything about him suddenly went on alert. ‘Alien?’
‘Humanoid,’ Evris said quickly. ‘No tentacles or sentient piles of slime. Of course, we were desperate enough that we might have very well accepted that.’ He chuckled at his own joke. ‘And, really, she’s a lovely woman. Cultured and intelligent. Jonos is quite smitten with her.’
‘Yes, I’m sure,’ said the Doctor, more to himself than us.
I frowned. ‘But if she’s alien … can he still transform? Go through the Phasing?’
‘Certainly,’ said Evris. ‘I mean, she can’t, of course. It’s not in her physiology. But for us it’s the chemicals and neurotransmitters involved in love and bonding with another person that serve as the catalyst. Those will be the same for Jonos, regardless of his object of affection.’
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