"You think Black Mist not only has vampires but shapeshifters, too." Norian's voice was flat. "We never found those snakes. Just turned the hunt for those over to the local authorities, who were never able to find them, either."
"They wouldn't be looking for humanoids. They were looking for the snakes and the ones who'd set the snakes loose. Not an easy thing to do, huh? Nobody would have any records of anything like that being shipped in—even as illegal contraband. They'd have come in like tourists, I imagine, and left the same way."
"And the snakes, being sentient, could have placed themselves in the proper location. They wouldn't have been taken there by someone and then turned loose. They could have changed long before they arrived." Norian didn't like it, but he was now going in the same direction I was.
"I'll know a lion snake if I smell one now," I said.
"You know my scent, deah-mul?" Norian wrapped his arms around me and laid his forehead against my shoulder.
"Honey, I'd know you from a long way off," I said, running my hand through his hair.
"Breah-mul, you frighten me terribly at times."
"Oh, and you're not terror-inspiring?" I was teasing him now. Norian looked at me for a few moments before turning to lion snake. His tongue tickled when he flicked it beneath my chin. I folded us to Le-Ath Veronis. "Honey, I can carry you, but you have to help me out, here," I said, trying to gather him up. That's not easy with a twelve-foot snake that weighs two hundred pounds—it wasn't the weight, it was the length. Part of him was coiled around my waist and the rest hung around my neck as we made our way to my suite.
Nori's head in snake form is more than twice the size of my fist, and he can beg with his eyes, too. "Honey, if this is what you want, then that's okay." He was going to curl up beside me as a snake, instead of turning back to human and taking advantage of the situation. "But if I roll over on you in the night, don't say I didn't warn you," I said. He gave me a look of pure skepticism and closed his eyes.
* * *
Why do men always want to make love in the morning, when your breath is certainly not at its best? I'll never figure this out, and if mother nature actually exists, she and I may have a conversation, someday. Norian didn't seem to care that I was rumpled and not feeling minty-fresh. Somewhere along the road he'd learned a little about pleasing a woman, because he did a mighty fine job.
"Why were you worried about rolling over on me? You don't weigh anything," Norian was back to nuzzling my neck before wandering down to more important features.
"Are you insulting me?" I asked. Norian's eyes turned back to my face. I found it amusing—he held my nipple between his teeth. He gave it a gentle bite before letting go to answer.
"Lissa Beth, you aren't one of those women who finds fault with every compliment, are you?"
"Was that what that was? A compliment? Drake and Drew think that calling me itty-bitty pants is a compliment."
"All right, give me a compliment, then." He scooted up beside me, and then pulled me against him.
"I like your eyes, in both forms," I said. "Your scale pattern is very nice. Is it the same in all your kind, or is it a little different in each one?"
"The scale pattern varies in individuals," he replied.
"And I like this part. Very much." I stroked the part in question.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he murmured against my mouth.
* * *
"I couldn't get vid images on anything other than the last two assassinations," Norian showed up in my study later while I was trying to take care of a few things that in Grant's words "wouldn't wait," when Norian placed his comp-vid on my desk. I didn't tell him that he'd just covered up papers on important Council business. To Norian, everything else took a back seat to what the ASD was doing.
"What are these?" I was flicking through images on the screen.
"Look at the eyes, breah-mul. I had to go back and ask for any anomalies in the visitors to those particular planets just before and immediately after the killings took place. See?" Norian jabbed his finger on the screen, causing one image to expand. I saw a clear headshot of a male, whose eyes—well—those eyes had me standing up in a blink.
"Oh, my gosh, Norian, what did they do?" The man we looked at seemed perfectly normal as a humanoid, except for his eyes. They were slitted—a reptile's eyes.
"Lendill and I think these may have been manufactured—that they took sperm or DNA from one of the kidnapped shapeshifters and created these to build an army. Cheah-mul—we may be facing who knows how many of these." Norian's eyes were troubled as I blinked at him in horror.
"Honey, this is awful. We're tracking rogue wizards, Solar Red, Black Mist and now lion snake shapeshifters that somebody created to go out and assassinate people cleanly? I think I have a headache." I slumped in my chair.
"Deah-mul, I didn't mean to make you ill." Norian settled on the edge of my desk and rubbed my forehead gently.
"Nori, your brother has an awful lot to answer for." Norian didn't say anything to me.
* * *
I dressed the best I could without going too far, and wore the band of Tiralian crystal on my forehead. Norian, too, wore his ASD dress uniform. I had no idea he had so many medals and doo-dads. He gave me an embarrassed grin when I examined some of them on his chest. A hover-limo had been sent to the shuttle station to pick up Norian's parents; we waited in one of four reception suites I had inside the palace. Aryn and Aurelius had gone as palace representatives to pick up our guests and they were ushered in while Norian's mother stared about her in shock.
"I thought you might have been lying to us," Rivelodar Cordrifith said as he was brought before Norian and me.
"No. Some days I try to forget about all this—it doesn't mean a thing when there are more serious matters to attend to," I said. "I hope you and your wife are well."
"We are," Norian's father nodded.
"We have refreshments ready, if you'll come with us," I said. Norian was still tongue-tied, I think. I grabbed his elbow and he followed along, settling his parents on a comfortable sofa in more intimate surroundings. Aryn and Aurelius followed us as security.
"We, ah, wanted to come and talk to you about your brother," Norian's mother Narimalan said after drinks and tiny sandwiches were served in my library. I didn't say anything, waiting to see what she and Norian's father had to say.
"What's that?" Norian hadn't said much until now—he'd listened while his parents went on about relatives—living and dead. I figured Norian had already done his research, once he knew who his family was, but I didn't point that out. After all, if the Director of the ASD didn't have access to that information, then nobody did.
"We, ah, want you to leave Reedy alone. We know he may have made some mistakes," Rivelodar Cordrifith said, holding up a hand, "but he is our son."
"And Norian isn't?" I know I should have stayed out of it, but I couldn't.
"No—we know he is, but for years we thought he was dead. We didn't raise him; someone else did that. We can't change any of that now, and he's a stranger to us. We've talked to Reedy—he knows that he just can't kill indiscriminately, even if it's someone who might deserve it. He has to take care of things after we're gone; he has a fiancé now and we hope to have grandchildren before long. Please understand our situation." Norian's father was begging us to go along with this.
"So, you want Norian to look the other way for his brother, the murderer, who not only arranged to have his brother kidnapped but two other children as well?" I know; I was completely incredulous. "Have you told those other families what he did? Have you?" I knew all too well what having a child stolen away felt like. At least I knew where Toff was—those other parents had no idea what had happened to their children. And the fact that their children had probably been raised to commit crimes and perhaps to provide sperm or DNA to create others like them didn't sit well either.
"No, and we're begging you not to tell them—they'll kill Reedy." Norian's mother's voice was tre
mulous. "Reedy's engaged to one of the Travinseloh's daughters."
"You mean the fiancé might not be so in love with dear old Reedy if she finds out he sold her brother into slavery?"
"It was someone who wanted to keep them as a novelty," Rivelodar snapped.
"Yeah? Guess again," I snapped back. "Somebody has been using them to assassinate heads of state and important officials for the past hundred years or so. I know he's your son, but really, what else do you think he might do?"
"He was only nineteen when he made that bad decision," Norian's mother was in tears, now.
"Yeah. But he wasn't nineteen when he killed those people who came asking about the missing kids. Whether they were trying to bilk you out of money is irrelevant. All it would have taken is a call to the local constabulary and they'd have investigated. Instead, he did murder. And we're just supposed to conveniently forget about that, because you asked us nicely?" I still couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"We hoped that you'd see it as parents wanting to protect their child," Rivelodar muttered.
"Nobody protected Norian," I said. "Did Reedy say why he sold his brother? Did he say what he got out of it? And mind you, unless I miss my guess, the one he sold those children to is still alive and he knows where you are. What if he wants more lion snakes? What then?" I was standing and shaking. Norian still hadn't said a word. I think he was lost in all this—he might have been taken back to a time when he was four or five, not understanding what was going on around him. Lost completely to a childhood that had brought him loneliness and pain.
"You're joking. Surely they wouldn't be so bold or foolish to come back—we've taken steps to guard against that," Rivelodar spat, standing up.
"Can you stand against Black Mist?" I asked. "Can you stand against them and their Solar Red Allies? Most likely, they have your two missing lion snake shapeshifters, and perhaps a few others manufactured from their DNA. We have pictures. What if they show up for the next batch of children your little community produces? Yes, I did my research, too. Except for Reedy, they wiped out an entire generation, didn't they?" My chest was heaving, I was breathing so hard.
"Lissa, don't upset yourself," Norian found his voice. "It is just as well that Ildevar adopted me, isn't it? I have no real parents. They'd rather have a murdering child trafficker for a son than one who has done well for himself. I won't press charges against Reedy. Not for past crimes. But I will be watching," he warned his parents. "If he steps a toe out of line again, I'll haul him in and I'll see to it he's prosecuted completely for all his crimes. Let him know that Evensun is waiting for him if he ever crosses my path again." Norian stalked out of the room.
"If he or any of you harm Norian, I may not wait for the courts." I was just about to leave, too.
"I will handle it," Kifirin showed up, blowing smoke. "You will not have to trouble yourself, avilepha. You, both of you," Kifirin took a long, hard look at Norian's parents, "I suggest you resign yourself to what is to come—your oldest child will not be able to hold himself back—he has developed a taste for killing. Your choice will prove to be a poor one." Kifirin disappeared.
"Who was that?" Norian's mothers quavered.
"Kifirin, Lord of the Dark Realm," I said as calmly as I could. "I think he just passed judgment on Yaredolak. Aryn, Aurelius, can you see our guests back to the shuttle station? They won't be staying." I turned and stalked out, following the path Norian had taken.
* * *
"Nori?" I walked carefully into his office—I had no idea what I might find.
"Breah-mul?" Norian was holding his head in his hands.
"Honey, those are just people you don't know. And they don't know you." I pulled his hands down and leaned in to kiss his forehead.
"Are they going to stay?"
"I sent them to the shuttle station. Aryn and Aurelius know to send them to the space station. They can wait there for the next transport. They won't be welcome back here, honey."
"Good. Lissa, what are we going to do about Solar Red and Black Mist? What are we going to do about their rogue wizards and those reptanoids?"
"Is that what you're calling them—reptanoids?" I sat on the edge of Norian's desk and lifted his head up, bumping my forehead against his.
"Lendill came up with that term when I talked to him about it and showed him the vids."
"Uh-huh. Lendill's just pretty darn handy, isn't he?"
"Until you came along, he and Ildevar were the only family I had."
"Well, you have a bigger family now. You might even get an invitation to go fishing with the Falchani twins if you stop monopolizing all my time."
"They fish?" Norian looked quite surprised.
"Among other things. If you've never been skiing, they'll take you for that, too." Just the thought of it made me smile.
"But I like monopolizing your time."
"Of course you do. Let's find something to drink."
Chapter 13
"I know this doesn't mean anything in the midst of everything else, but Mazareal has reported problems with the atmosphere, dying crops and fluctuations in their climate reports—none of which have any logical reason behind them. They've been green for a very long time—and until recently, the sun has been stable, the planet stable and all that," Lendill waved his comp-vid at Norian when he sailed into Norian's office. Lendill had returned to Le-Ath Veronis the day before and had gotten the update on Norian's former parents from Lissa. Norian still couldn't bring himself to talk about it.
"Can you get somebody else on that?" Norian muttered. He was still backtracking on the reptanoids he'd uncovered—looking to find names and where they'd traveled from, hoping it would lead him to Black Mist's headquarters.
"I'll find somebody," Lendill punched up a list of available agents.
"Let me know what you find," Norian mumbled and turned back to his work.
* * *
"Lissa, we've been waiting for you to come back for longer than a few hours at a time," Drake, Drew, Gavin and Tony were all inside my office. Heathe and Grant had taken off the minute all four of them arrived. I was studying the monthly tax reports and the disbursements that Kyler had made. I hadn't seen either of my nieces for a while—not since the whole Cloudsong debacle. That seemed like a hundred years gone, now, with everything that had happened in between.
"Why have you been waiting?" I pretty much knew the answer, but wasn't sure I wanted the information that came with that answer.
"To tell you who leaked your whereabouts to a Black Mist spy," Tony said. Well, he'd once held a position close to that of Norian's, so he was taking point on this.
"You found a Black Mist spy. Here, on Le-Ath Veronis." My voice was flat as I stared at four of my mates. They'd pulled in additional chairs so they could all sit.
"She's in the dungeon—the Council has already passed the death sentence, they're only waiting for you to talk to her if you want before sentence is carried out." Gavin provided that particular piece of information.
"And you're holding back the worst piece, aren't you? The one who gave her the information to begin with."
"Baby, it's hard, telling you this part," Drake said. "The Council wants to prosecute, but Aurelius and Aryn have convinced them to table this discussion until you knew everything."
"What charges are they planning to levy?" I asked. I wanted to shiver—the news was coming, and until now, I'd successfully held it away from me.
"Treason," Drew said. "That's all it is at this stage. A defense can be mounted."
"Of course it can," I muttered. I knew the Council. Knew that many of the oldest vampires on the Council had once been Heads of Vampire Councils on their respective former planets. They hadn't kept their race alive and thriving by being anything less than ruthless. If a vampire made a misstep, they were eliminated. I'd seen it myself, first with Wlodek and then with Flavio. If I thought they might be anything other than merciless in this matter, my heart would be beating at a more normal rhythm.
"Tell me," I muttered, standing and turning away from all of them. A painting hung behind my desk that I seldom looked at, once I took my seat. Winkler had hired a vampire artist to paint it for me. He'd taken vid images of the Green Fae settlement, when the trees were flowering. Little Toff was sitting on the ground, playing with a basket of blooms there among the trees. I figured Corent or Redbird had originally been in the image, but the artist had been instructed not to paint them. Only Toff remained. The whole thing made me want to weep.
"Giff revealed your location," Tony said. "She thought Pearlina was a friend. She knew it was wrong to tell anyone, but she did it anyway. She didn't think the woman was a spy."
If I'd been stabbed in the heart, it might have hurt less. "We've questioned Giff extensively, some of it under compulsion," Gavin went on quickly. I heard him as if I were listening underwater. "She knew it could harm you. She knew Pearlina might pass the information to others, because Pearlina likes to gossip. It's true she didn't know that Pearlina was a spy, but Giff was angry with you, cara. Didn't care if you might be hurt in all this."
"Did she realize that this might come of it? That six-hundred-million might die in my stead?" I asked. Silently, I cursed my father as I whirled and blinked helplessly at Gavin. Had Griffin seen this, when he'd so callously allowed Toff to be taken? Did he realize so many might die, because Giff would be angry with me—and with him? If I dwelt too long on those thoughts, I might curl up and weep for a month. As it was, numbness had taken over. Giff hadn't thought past getting back at me, somehow, and so many were now dead from a few careless words.
"She didn't hear about Trell until recently," Drew said. "I think her cousin Dariff told her. Rolfe was asked to place compulsion not to reveal any other information she might have to anyone, and she has been confined to Rolfe's home and the surrounding area near his estate. We have removed Rolfe from his duties at the palace until this matter has been resolved."
"You're saying that Rolfe has been punished too." I turned and reached out to place a finger against the image of Toff's tiny face in the painting. "Even though he has no guilt in this matter."
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