Scorched Treachery (Imdalind #3)

by Rebecca Ethington

  “Oh, how would you know, Ilyan?” I snapped. “Once my memory is gone, I can be any kind of person I want to be.”

  That was the key, right there. I could be anyone I wanted to be. Not what Edmund or my father wanted. Me. I could make my own decisions.

  “Make your choice,” I prompted, pulling a slip of paper out of my pocket. The white slip contained the name of the man I was on my way out to kill when Ilyan found me.

  I twisted the paper as Ilyan eyed it, my actions forcing his decision, giving a good show of faith.

  “We have a deal,” he said, his hand extended toward me.

  I closed the gap between us, his hand closing around mine.

  “I will honor my deal with you as long as you honor mine, Wynifred. You have my word.”

  I froze, the sincerity of his voice shocking to me. No one had ever spoken so simply to me. Well, no one since Thom. I could hear his honesty, the commitment, and the promise in his voice. Normally, I would have shied away from such emotion, but Thom had affected me in that way as well.

  “You have nothing to fear, Ilyan.”

  “What is his name?” Ilyan asked, pointing to the paper that was still in my hand.

  “Dramin, son of Sain,” I said, ignoring the shock that lined his eyes and handing over the piece of paper to prove it.

  “Good.” He smiled, thrusting his walking stick into my hands. I clutched it automatically, the heavy wood igniting the magic in my blood.

  “This will connect you to me. Use it whenever you have news for me.”

  I nodded once in understanding; Ilyan’s smile the acceptance of my promise to him.

  He said no more. He simply vanished into the air before me, leaving me alone with his shadow.

  No wonder no one could ever find him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Thomas Král

  The name on the paper was moving, but I knew it wasn’t the ink. It was because of the blood that was rushing to my head in my panic. My eyes couldn’t seem to focus.

  Thom had been sighted, and Edmund would have me kill him.

  The sound of hammers and horses washed over me as I stared at the name. The construction of Edmund’s new estate was progressing quickly after I had assisted Ilyan in burning down the last one. Why Edmund had chosen the American West as his new base, I still wasn’t clear on. I now spent more time traveling over oceans than anything else.

  “Is there a problem, Wynifred?” I looked up to see Edmund jump down from the carriage we had just been sitting in, the dust from the ground kicking up around us as he landed.

  “Nothing is wrong, sir,” I said, keeping my voice bored and defiant.

  “Good,” Edmund sighed as he wrapped his arm around my waist to help me down, bringing his lips to rest against the hollow skin under my ear at the same time, “because I want his head.”

  “His head?” I asked, moving myself away from him. “What would you want with that ugly thing?”

  “Think of it as a trophy, Wynifred. Sometimes a man wants more than a heart.” He smiled and my insides froze at all that was said behind those eyes.

  “Besides, I think it is about time you prove your loyalty to me.” Another smile. What did he know? “Find him and bring me his head before my child is born. That should give you about a month. And if this one is born with eyes the color of mud, you can do away with it and its mother as well. Sounds like a full month for you.”

  He moved away from me and strode toward the new house before I could move at all, which was probably a good thing. The desire to kill him right there was too strong, but Ilyan had warned me not to take him on. I don’t know what reason he had for doing so, but I was more likely to trust him than Edmund at this point.

  After three hundred years of espionage, I had seen more than my fair share of bad and had even developed what some may call a conscious.

  “Where is my brother?” I asked one of Edmund’s goons that was standing around, surprised my brother wasn’t here to follow him around like usual.

  “Try the bar,” he said, before shouldering me out of the way. My jaw dropped as I watched him go, my fingers buzzing with energy and a need to teach him a lesson.

  No one dared treat me that way, not unless they wished for death. I would have asked what I was missing, but I already knew.

  I strolled away from the construction site, my skin prickling with energy as the dirt seeped through my shoes and heavy stockings.

  I didn’t look back. I didn’t dare. I walked right to the small tavern in town, where I knew my brother would be, his back to me as I walked into the bar and he downed yet another tequila.

  “Another!” he yelled into the empty space, it was far too early for the honest men of this town to be drinking.

  “Make that two,” I spat as I sidled onto the stool next to him, the bartender eyeing me as if I had asked him to hand over the deed to the place.

  “Now,” I added when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to pour the drink anytime soon.

  “You seem to be in a bad mood,” Cail said, not taking his eyes off the small, dirty glass in front of him.

  “Did you know about this?” I spat, not caring who heard me.

  “Know about what?”

  I slapped the paper down on the bar letting my magic spread the paper flat until Cail could read the words. His eyes grew wide, and I felt the shield go around us. He held out his hand, and I took it, placing an even more powerful shield around his heart. His face relaxed the moment he touched me and his mind and body became his own.

  “Of course I knew” was all he said, the small statement boiling my anger closer to the surface.

  “And you didn’t tell me?” I was furious. Cail had warned me of difficult assignments and helped to disguise the hearts of my victims for the past two hundred years by implanting some of Edmund’s own magic within them. But this time, he had dropped the ball.

  I couldn’t disguise a head.

  “It’s a trap, Wyn.”

  “Of course it’s a trap!” I spat, grabbing and downing the tequila the bartender had just set down in front of me. “He wouldn’t send me after him otherwise.” I swirled the empty glass around out of habit, refusing to look away from it.

  “To death!” Cail toasted, before downing his glass, his head dropping to the table the moment he had drained it.

  My head whipped around to face him, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

  “To death?” I asked, surely he hadn’t given up on me quite so easily.

  “Ah, yes,” he said, sitting up to pull a paper out of the pocket in his vest near his pocket watch. “You see, you are not the only one who has been given an assignment.”

  Dramin, Son of Sain

  It was a trap, for both of us. I looked away, the buzzing in my ears growing briefly before I dispersed it, my jaw clenching as I shook my head and let out an irritated breath.

  “Come with me.” I didn’t give him time to question me before I pulled Cail by the hand I still held, away from the bar and up to the long line of rooms above.

  “Hey!” the bartender called out after seeing our ascent. “You can’t go up there!”

  “I’ll pay you for the room after, old man, and it will be very worth your while.” I smiled seductively over the banister and the old man paled, a small twitch in his lips telling me all I needed to know.

  I towed Cail after me before closing the door to the small room behind us, my magic expanding to place a stronger shield around us while still keeping the one around the Štít in Cail’s heart.

  I pulled the small stone that Ilyan had enclosed in his walking stick out of my undergarments and held it in my hands, the stone growing warm for just a moment as I said his name, calling him to me.

  “Do I need to be here for this?” Cail asked, the irritation heavy in his voice. “I only help you, not him, after all.”

  “By helping me, you are helping him,” I reminded him, but he only ignored me, sitting back on the bed and putting his
muddy feet on the clean bedspread. Great, I didn’t want to see the bill for that.

  “What is he doing here?” I spun at the thick voice, surprised to see not Ilyan, but Talon standing in front of the door.

  “I might ask you the same question?” I said, my eyes narrowing at him.

  “Ilyan is indisposed. So he sent me in his place.” He stood straight and tall, his eyes focused on the opposing wall, anywhere but on me.

  “You can stutter?” I asked, the impressiveness of that feat heavy in my voice, even I could not stutter.

  “No.”

  “Then how did you get here?” Talon narrowed his eyes at me briefly before glancing at Cail. His message was clear. He may trust me, which I doubted, but he did not, under any circumstances trust Cail. There were not many who did.

  “Why did you call for us?”

  He still wasn’t looking at me, a small detail that I wasn’t going to push. It had taken him a hundred years to come face to face with me and another hundred not to draw his sword every time I was near. This was a marked improvement.

  I handed over the papers silently. Talon took one glance before looking back to me, his eyebrow raised.

  “These are the names of our next assignments.”

  Talon’s eyes widened. “But Dramin was the first.”

  “Yes,” I said knowingly, cocking my head at him. That was the point.

  “And Thom.” He crinkled the papers in his large fist before shoving them in his pocket. “Does Edmund know where they are?”

  “I am not sure,” I answered, looking back to my brother who was dutifully ignoring us with a newly lit cigarette in his mouth, the ugly American hat laid low over his eyes.

  “He knows,” Talon said, his deep voice quiet. I wasn’t even sure he had meant to speak aloud.

  “Excuse me?”

  “They travel together, with Sain. It isn’t a coincidence that these names came up together.”

  Lovely.

  “So, your position with us has been discovered?”

  I could only nod.

  “Then you need to come with me.” He reached forward and placed his big hand around my forearm, his grip too tight and hurting me. I zapped him, the small shock sending a warning, and he dropped me quickly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at me.

  “We had a deal, Wynifred.” Why was he pleading with me? That seemed a little out of character for him.

  “What of Cail, Talon?” I spat, not even trying to keep the acid from my voice. “He has risked just as much for you and Ilyan, and one of those names was delivered to him, not to me.”

  “The deal did not include Cail,” Talon said, his shoulders squaring as he went back to staring beyond me.

  I sighed before my feet took me to pace around him, the irritation causing my movements to get jumpy.

  “Then I want to make a new deal,” I said after a moment, coming to a stop to face him.

  “What could you possibly have that Ilyan would want?” Talon looked at me, and I stepped back. I wasn’t one to step away from a man, but something in his eyes had changed, the subtly of it catching me off guard.

  “The fire magic.”

  “What would I do with that?” Ilyan asked from the corner, causing me to jump, my hand covering my heart as I turned to face him. He sat on top of the high wardrobe, looking as thoroughly American as Cail tried to be, except the rugged look actually suited him. The limestone dust was a little much. There was authenticity and then there was trying too hard.

  Limestone.

  They were working on the estate. I couldn’t help but smile at the ingeniousness of it all. What better way is there to gain knowledge of the layout of your enemy’s fortress than to build it?

  “I don’t need your magic. I have no use for it,” Ilyan said as he moved down to the floor, his tall frame towering over me.

  “Then bind it, it is my payment to you for saving my brother,” I pleaded, taking a step toward him out of habit.

  “What if I don’t want to be saved?” Cail’s voice was loud from the bed that sat in the corner of the room, causing us all to turn to face him. “What if I like where I am at, because, no offense, Ilyan, but I don’t trust you. You killed my mother in cold blood. Tsk tsk. Why should I trust you?”

  “It wasn’t cold blood, Cail. You know that as much as anyone.”

  “Yes, revenge is often a good reason.” Cail lifted his hat to look at Ilyan, the metal of the bed frame squeaking as he sat up. “She breaks up your parents bond, and you kill her. Seems honorable to me.”

  “She was your father’s pawn,” Ilyan said simply, his voice level. I looked between the two of them. Cail had always been good at triggering emotions from others, but Ilyan seemed immune to his taunts. How interesting.

  “That too.”

  “This is a strange game you are playing, Cail,” Ilyan said, his body turning to address him directly. “Your sister has offered a sacrifice to give you asylum and to take the Štít out of your heart, and you don’t seem to want it.”

  “I don’t,” Cail said simply, his eyes not leaving Ilyan’s.

  I took a step back, right into Talon’s stiff chest before moving away from him automatically. How could Cail not want this? He had been helping me for a century, and to what end? He was now going to walk away, give us up to Edmund? My jaw clenched in frustration without me even realizing it.

  “Why is that I wonder?”

  “Simple.” Cail said, his eyes still not leaving Ilyan’s, the contest of wills and power strong between them. “With no one left on the inside, who is going to stop Edmund from coming after her?”

  “I promised her asylum, and I will deliver that.”

  “You will? Against Edmund? Impressive.” Cail nodded as he moved to the window, everyone’s eyes following him. I could feel Talon tense in expectation. I knew he would do anything to stop Cail if he made a move to leave. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out about Ilyan’s location or breaking their cover.

  “He is my father, Cail. I know his strength. You do not seem to see mine.”

  “Then you know about the Vilỳ?” Cail turned, his back against the window, blocking some of the light that was able to come in through the dingy bottle-glass window.

  “The what?” I didn’t miss the confusion, the need in Ilyan’s voice. I had to hand it to my brother; he played his cards well.

  “Make me a deal, and I will tell you.”

  The room was silent except for the clicking of Cail’s nails against the windowsill and the constricted breathing from Talon’s chest as he fought the desire to protect Ilyan from my brother. I half expected them to just disappear and leave us both hanging, but they didn’t.

  “What deal?” Ilyan breathed out, his eyes narrowing.

  “Protect my sister,” Cail said without hesitation, his finger nails still clicking against the wooden frame. “When the time comes, I will stop the zánik curse that my father has already begun infecting her with.”

  I inhaled roughly, Cail had been holding back. No wonder he had been handed a death card. He knew far more than he had been letting me know. Even Edmund had never used the zánik curse. That level of pain and suffering was reserved for the ultimate of traitors, which I guess I was.

  “The zánik curse?” Ilyan asked, a wicked glow lighting up his face. “My, you have gotten yourself in some trouble, Wynifred.”

  “If you take her now, he will kill her before even you will have a chance to stop it,” Cail said, fear lighting up his eyes even though his face was still hard. I wasn’t sure anyone else would have caught his panic, but I could see it. “But, let us walk into their trap, and I will bind the curse and take my father’s control from it. Then you can take her.”

  “Why wait?” Ilyan asked, as he leaned toward Cail in an obvious attempt to establish authority.

  “Now, Ilyan,” Cail taunted smoothly, “do you really want to give up a chance to attack your father? Besides, if we wait, I will not only be able to bind the curse ins
ide of Wynifred, but I will also be able to siphon the curse through me using Edmund’s power. I may be able to curse him instead.”

  Everyone eyed Cail curiously, my breathing increasing at what he was saying. I was sure my eyes looked ready to explode from my face. What was he saying; siphon the curse? That wouldn’t just kill Edmund; it would kill him as well.

  “It will come at a cost,” Cail continued, ignoring my panicked intake of breath. “You will have to remove her from my care quickly.”

  “What are you saying?” I gasped, my words lost in my panic, the hard edge that was always in my voice all but gone.

  “I may lose my mind.”

  To use so much magic that his mind would crack – I couldn’t let him take that risk. What’s more, if he failed then Edmund would live knowing that Cail had attempted to use his magic without permission. That alone was a risk I couldn’t allow him to take. The Štít was there for control; he had been warned about what would happen if he utilized it any other way.

  “Cail, you can’t,” I pleaded, knowing he wouldn’t listen, even if he heard me.

  “Don’t show your emotions, sister, it is incredibly unattractive,” Cail spat. I stepped back, my disgust still evident on my face. “Once my job is done, keep me from her. Then, on the day the curse fulfills itself, when Edmund has died and when my mind has returned to its own, then you will get me out.”

  “Sounds fair enough,” Ilyan said at once, my gasp of surprise echoing around us.

  “There is only one hitch,” Cail continued, finally stepping away from the window. “If I can only bind the curse, not send it into Edmund, and I die before my father, then the curse will be unbound and it will be unstoppable and Wynifred will die. To save her life, my father must die first.”

  “You drive a hard bargain,” Ilyan said with a smile, his hand dragging through his hair as he contemplated everything in front of him. The minutes dragged on as we waited. I tried to catch Cail’s eyes, to plead with him not to do this, but he avoided me, his focus only on Ilyan.

  “I will agree to your request Cail, if you both consent to my terms. Cail will bind the curse, with a future promise of sanctuary, and Wynifred will give up her fire magic.”