Age of X01 - Gameboard of the Gods

by Richelle Mead

  “No one ever expects the knife,” Mae said flatly. She studied Emil’s body a few moments more and then suddenly looked up in surprise. “The Morrigan’s gone.” She caught Justin’s arm in excitement. “Can’t you feel it? The air…it’s lighter. She was here earlier, pressing down, trying to get into me. But she couldn’t. That was because of you, wasn’t it? What you did to me earlier?”

  “I…don’t know,” he admitted, somewhat enchanted with the joy and light in her eyes. “It’s just something I learned.”

  “Keep learning it,” she said. “Maybe we can continue to keep her out.”

  No need, said Horatio. Mae is free. The Morrigan has been undone. She may gather strength again and return someday, but all her old ties have been broken. You felt her being cut loose from the world. The destruction of the temple and her followers struck her hard, and that guy in particular was probably one of her highest servants.

  Using that dagger was extra devastating, added Magnus.

  What makes you say that? asked Justin. The part where it pierced his heart and killed him?

  The amber dagger is empowered by a deity, just like the silver ones were, explained Magnus. Probably by the god—or goddess—of the person who gave it to her.

  Callista’s god?

  No.

  Justin told Mae what the ravens said about the Morrigan’s leaving and decided to edit out the part about how that pretty dagger was sacred to some deity.

  The police arrived soon thereafter, astonished at the grisly scene before them. Leo had waited outside until they arrived, and only then did Justin notice that Dominic was gone. “Where is he?”

  Leo’s face was bland. “He was never here.”

  “The hell he wasn’t! Half of those bodies are his. I saw it.”

  “So did I,” said Mae, a small frown appearing on her face. “Part of it, at least. He was…good.”

  “We didn’t think he’d get involved in anything like that when he came along,” said Leo. He cast an anxious glance over at the officers organizing the scene and dropped his voice. “If you have any respect for our friendship, you won’t say a word to anyone about him being here. All the casualties are Mae’s. I’ll swear to whatever story you want—that there really were smoke people or that we didn’t see them. Just do not mention Dominic.”

  The earnestness in his voice caught Justin off guard. Out of habit, he exchanged glances with Mae, who looked just as surprised. Justin didn’t like Dominic, but he’d saved their lives tonight, and many years of friendship with Leo carried a lot of weight.

  “Okay,” Justin said slowly. “Dominic was never here.”

  Mae opened her mouth to protest, but Justin shot her a warning look that kept her silent. Leo grasped his hand, nearly sagging in relief. “Thank you. I owe you.”

  Justin shook his head. “I don’t know. I think I owe you for getting us here.”

  When Leo left to get some air, Mae immediately approached Justin. “Was that a good idea? You’re going to lie about Dominic.”

  “I’m going to lie about you too,” he said in a low voice. “When I say you had no choice but to stab that guy in the heart—after giving him a debilitating thigh wound.”

  Mae’s face darkened. “I had to. He would’ve kept coming after me and others. She wouldn’t have been banished. I’d never be free—”

  Justin put an arm around her and led her to the stairs. “You don’t have to convince me. I’m just saying, we’ve all got our reasons tonight. Once Internal Security matches those daggers and gets witnesses to verify Emil was stalking victims, no one’s going to care how this case was closed.”

  The night was warm and breezy, the air thick and humid. The earlier clouds had passed, revealing a night brilliant with moon and stars. Being outside felt good and eased a little of Justin’s throbbing headache and other pains, though he was still counting the moments until he could hunt down a real painkiller. He’d had good intentions to lay off some of his vices, but then, he’d never expected to be part of a supernatural battle.

  Mae, for her part, appeared to be in peak condition. In fact, he thought she looked exceptionally beautiful as she gazed upward. Radiant, even.

  It’s the freedom, said Magnus. No god weighs her down. She may embrace any other—and others will come after her.

  If you had any sense, added Horatio, you could even win her over to our side.

  I’m not even on your side, Justin snapped.

  “And what are you going to say for yourself in the official report?” Mae asked, her eyes as dark as the night. “As far as gods and supernatural warriors go?” Her words were a reminder of that monumental report from four years ago.

  “I’m going to say whatever it takes to keep me here,” he replied.

  “Which is?”

  “That’s the thing. I’m not really sure yet.”

  CHAPTER 35

  A RECLUSE AND A TECHNICAL GENIUS

  It took the wheels of SCI’s bureaucracy a while to wrap up the case. The military was much more efficient, and within two days, Mae had a summons to General Gan’s office.

  This is it, she thought, approaching the base’s entrance. What I’ve been waiting for.

  Even though matters weren’t officially closed, she’d been in touch with Justin and heard that all the damning evidence they’d hoped for was coming to light. No one could deny that it was an overwhelming success. She could hold her head up high with Gan and the prætorians again and return to where she belonged.

  “A death temple and a genetic scandal.” Gan chuckled at the absurdity of what had gone down on the Pan-Celt land grant. “When I was asked to put you with March, I had no idea what madness was coming.”

  His word choice caught her attention. She’d been spending too much time with Justin. “Asked? I thought you assigned me to him as a punishment. Sir.”

  “Did you?” He shook his head adamantly. “Oh, no. It was a bizarre set of circumstances, actually. SCI had asked us for a prætorian to retrieve Dr. March, and we had one assigned. I don’t recall who. A Celadon, I believe. Anyway, Francis Kyle was on base for a meeting with the research department. He apparently got lost and received directions from some man who claimed to work here but didn’t meet any description I knew.”

  “What did he look like, sir?” Mae had no reason to ask, and Gan had no reason to tell her. It wasn’t relevant to the story, but some part of her needed to know what twist of fate had led her to this point.

  Gan thought back. “I don’t recall the exact details. Older man. No uniform. He had a glass eye, so maybe that was why his directions were so bad.” He seemed very amused at the joke. “Anyway, he somehow sent Kyle over to our department, which was all abuzz over what to do with the prætorian who’d started a fight at a funeral.”

  She nearly pointed out that she hadn’t started the fight but then thought better of it.

  “Kyle heard you were Nordic and got worked up about it. He’s a very excitable man, if you haven’t noticed.” “Excitable” was one way to put it, Mae thought, recalling how the director had salivated over Justin. “He requested you for SCI because he thought your background would help with all the patrician visits. And so, off you went.”

  “What would’ve happened to me otherwise, sir?”

  “Slap on the wrist. Two weeks’ suspension. And still banned from the uniform—which ended up being your only punishment, really. But we would’ve had you back in the field before long.”

  Mae was dumbfounded. Two weeks was nothing. Double that time had passed already. Two weeks, and she could’ve worn the black uniform again and been off fighting as she was intended to do. Instead, a set of bad directions and even worse timing had landed her an assignment that had ripped her world out from underneath her.

  “We’re all very pleased with how you handled things with those fanatics,” Gan continued, oblivious to her churning thoughts. “You’ll have a nice commendation to outweigh your reprimand.” He looked at her expectantly, awaiting
an appropriate response.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “And you’ve been granted your uniform again.”

  Mae caught her breath as joy rushed through her. The uniform! Being deprived of it had become a bigger burden than she’d ever expected. Even though few knew about the punishment, she’d felt as though she were walking around in a disgrace that was obvious to everyone.

  “However,” continued Gan, “I’m afraid you won’t actually be wearing it for a while.”

  She snapped out of her daydreams. “Sir?”

  A look of distaste crossed his features. “I was ready to have you back in regular duties once those patrician murders wrapped up, but Internal Security has requested that we allow you to stay with him—with March. Believe me, I argued against it, but…well, I lost.” Mae wondered if Gan had ever admitted to losing anything. “To be fair, after what you faced, I can see why they want enhanced protection for their servitors. I offered to give them someone else, but Director Kyle insisted on you. It’s an honorable mission,” Gan added, watching her closely. “All prætorian missions are.”

  She swallowed. “Yes, sir. Of course. I’m just surprised, that’s all. Do you know how long I’ll be doing this?”

  “No idea. Maybe if you’re lucky, March’ll do something to get himself exiled again.” Gan laughed at his own joke, and Mae mustered a smile she didn’t feel. “Regardless, I know you’ll excel. You always do.”

  “Thank you, sir. May I ask you something? Something unrelated?”

  “Of course.” Sometimes it almost seemed as though he was simply curious to hear what came to her mind.

  “Have any prætorians ever gone AWOL?”

  He certainly hadn’t expected that question. After a moment, his surprise turned to amusement. “Is this assignment going to drive you away?”

  “No, sir,” she said, unable to hold back a laugh of her own. “It’d take something a lot worse for that to happen. I just overheard some drunk prætorians talking about it at a bar, and I’d never even thought about it before. It doesn’t seem believable.”

  “That’s because you’re too loyal, and, forgive me, that loyalty blinds you to those who are less noble. Yes, prætorians do try to disappear—usually because they don’t want to give up their implant when they retire.” He gazed past her, his thoughts elsewhere as he absentmindedly touched the black trim around his collar. “I remember when it happened to me. There are ways to ease the transition, drugs that can help…but it’s still difficult. Losing it is like losing some intrinsic part of you. But it’s necessary—remember that when you’re forty. It’s a gift from our country that must be returned.”

  “Yes, sir.” Forty seemed like a lifetime away. “But they must get caught, right? None of them can get very far.”

  “Not if they stay in the country.” He tapped something into a panel on his desk, and a screen on the wall behind him powered up. “Bring up the Donovan file.”

  Instantly, five head shots appeared. Text under them listed names and dates. Three names were in black, two were in red. Gan tapped the first picture.

  “The file’s named after Virgil Donovan, the first prætorian to ever try to flee with an implant. He was caught, as were these other two. But the last two…” He scowled. “They fled to the provinces. If they’re ever found, they’ll be executed for treason and stealing military technology.”

  “Have they been spotted in the provinces, sir?” She was surprised the RUNA wouldn’t have sent anyone to retrieve the traitor prætorians.

  “No, but there’s really nowhere else they could be. If they were here, their identity chips would trigger a warrant.”

  Mae stared at the ex-prætorians at large. One was a man, one was a woman. She recognized neither. “Counterfeit chips exist, sir.”

  He nodded. “Yes, but they would only fool localized sensors. Any chip reader linked to the registry would immediately identify the fraudulent chip. And with the way the technology’s always updated, it would be nearly impossible to keep up maintenance on a counterfeit chip, even for localized readers. You’d need to either have a full-time technical genius on hand or become a recluse who never goes near a reader to avoid detection.”

  “So they must be in the provinces,” she murmured in agreement. She glanced back at the pictures, focusing on the man, Alexander Srisai. He still didn’t look familiar.

  Gan scrutinized her. “Are you sure you aren’t going to run out on me?”

  She realized then what a suspicious question it was. “No, sir. Thank you for humoring me.”

  It was noon when she was dismissed, later in the day than she’d intended. A look at train schedules told her she had time to make the trip she wanted, and after a quick call ahead, she soon found herself on a train to Portland. She reached Leo and Dominic’s house in the late afternoon. Leo opened the door, more comfortable around her than he’d initially been but still not looking entirely thrilled to see her.

  “Is Dominic out?” she asked, glancing around as she entered.

  “He’s at a wine-making seminar in California. It’s examining the way soil components interact with some of the newer Chardonnay hybrids.” There was a precision in the way he spoke that reminded her of the story he’d told her about how he’d met Dominic—the one Justin said was contrived.

  “When’s he coming back?”

  Leo looked wary. “Why?”

  “Just curious. I just wanted to say hello.”

  She made no mention of what had happened at the Morrigan’s temple, and after a few moments, Leo seemed to realize he was being hostile. He forcibly relaxed. “About a month. Be sure to tell Justin that. I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of witty commentary about how he hopes Dom’ll learn something.”

  Mae smiled. “Maybe I should bring him back a bottle. It looks like we aren’t getting rid of each other any time soon.”

  “Oh?” Leo gave her a searching look. “How do you feel about that?”

  “That it’s my job.”

  “Yeah, but it’s not exactly ideal for someone like you. I know how prætorians work.”

  Yes, she thought. I’m sure you do.

  “Prætorians do what they’re supposed to,” she said.

  “They certainly do,” he said, a bit of bitterness in his voice.

  After a little more small talk, Leo moved on to the reason she’d asked to come over today. If she’d learned anything about him, it was that his curiosity could trump a lot of his other more cautious feelings. Justin shared the same trait.

  “So,” Leo said, ushering her into his lab. “I’m happy to run your blood. I just don’t get why you want me to do it.”

  “Just a hunch,” she said.

  The room looked completely chaotic, but Leo had no difficulty finding a box of new syringes among all the metal and glass. “It’s going to take a few hours to process,” he said once the blood was drawn. He suddenly looked very uncomfortable. “I’ll have to check on it occasionally…but if you want to, I don’t know…get something to eat…”

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said, saving him from entertaining her. “I have some work to do, and I wouldn’t mind taking a walk in your fields. I’ll check back later.”

  In truth, Mae had no work to do. There was a call she wanted to make, but she couldn’t do it yet and wanted to be in her own home for it anyway. She’d been telling the truth about the fields and set off into them, admiring the neat rows of grapes that were starting to climb their posts. Wine making was a mystery to her, but Dominic had clearly put in a lot of work, and maintaining this land would certainly be a very good excuse not to get out much.

  Justin thinks he’s just paranoid and antisocial, she thought. He thinks that’s why Leo wanted him left out of the official report. Maybe it really was that simple. After all, Justin was the allegedly brilliant master of deduction. Mae, though she believed herself intelligent, would never claim to have his powers of reading other people. She did, however, put a lot of faith in her instin
cts. Following them was how she’d survived, and they were now telling her something very different from what Justin believed about Dominic.

  Thinking of Justin turned her mind toward other areas. She hadn’t had a chance to have much more than written contact with him, but he’d been in her thoughts a lot. Once again, he’d managed to confuse her perceptions of him. The man whose face had been filled with fierceness and affection as he risked his life with Emil bore little resemblance to the callous one who told her she was no longer interesting in bed. And always, always, the memory of the lover in Panama refused to leave her. All of those images had struck her deeply. She couldn’t forget any of them. And she couldn’t forgive one.

  Her hardened heart’s resolve was made slightly more complicated by continued calls and messages from Lucian. His latest request had been that she and Justin come as “honored guests” to a fund-raiser. Lucian had written: We could have a dance or two, and no one would blink an eye. Mae had yet to respond.

  She eventually pushed all these considerations aside and returned to the house as the sky was turning purple. When she saw Leo’s shocked face, her alarms went off. Maybe he’d guessed her conclusions about Dominic.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  He shook his head, amazement all over him. “Something you won’t believe.”

  “You might be surprised at what I’d believe these days.”

  He led her to side-by-side screens. Each held what she recognized as DNA sequencing, along with numbers that made no sense to her. “This is what you sent a couple weeks ago, your full genetic analysis from the military,” he said, pointing to one. “And here’s the one I just ran on you now. They’re not the same.” He glanced over at her when she made no response. “You’re not surprised.”