Sea Glass g-2

by Maria V. Snyder

Mutant he might be, but he was the nicest mutant I knew. However, all kind thoughts vanished when he wrapped his hands around my throat. My own fingers instinctively pulled at his before I remembered it would be a waste of time. With my hands free, a number of other moves remained.

  I tried a palm strike to his chin. No effect. I used hammer fists down on the crook of his arms and then slammed my forearms up into his elbows. Nothing. My vision buzzed with white-and-black spots. Time almost up. I needed a weak spot within reach.

  Without thought, I pressed my fingers and thumb into his right wrist. He dropped to his knees with a cry of pain. Confused at first, I stared at him as he yelled for me to stop.

  Understanding what I had done, I let go and knelt next to him. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

  “Whoa. That was intense.” He rubbed his wrist.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”

  “Don’t apologize. I don’t say sorry when I choke you.” Sarn inspected his arm. “Wow, what a move. No bruising or anything. Can you teach me it?”

  “No. I don’t…” I stood. Bad enough that I had found one of Devlen’s pressure points and used it to inflict pain, but the thought of teaching it to another sickened me. Horrified, I bolted to my quarters.

  13

  CURLED UP IN BED, I SHOOK UNDER THE COVERS. WHO WAS THE mutant now? Me. All that time Devlen had tortured me to get his way, I had been learning, remembering the locations of all those horrid spots on the body. I instinctively knew where steady pressure would cause relentless pain. Pain so bad, I had agreed to do terrible things. And I’d used it on Sarn.

  By the time Kade arrived, I had decided to stay under the blanket. Safe. No students. No teachers. No babysitters. No Devlen. No Ulrick. No Council. The list was quite long.

  The bed creaked under his weight. “I’m guessing your training session didn’t go well.” He pulled at the blanket, but I held it. “Opal, talk to me. What happened?”

  When I wouldn’t let him remove the cover, he crawled underneath, worming his way next to me. His warmth seeped into my skin, calming the tremors. He said nothing for a while.

  “I talked to Master Bloodgood,” he said.

  I tensed.

  “Relax. I asked for permission to borrow you for a few weeks.”

  “What did he say?” I asked.

  Encouraged by my reply, Kade wrapped an arm around my waist. “He said he would query the Council and the other Masters.”

  “Good luck with that. By the time they come to a decision the storm season will be over.” Bitter and jaded. Who, me?

  “I did stress the importance of a quick answer. Master Bloodgood seemed to think they would let you come with me. With concessions of course.”

  “Let me guess. Skippy has to come along and I have to make a hundred glass messengers before I can go.”

  “You’re right.” Surprise laced his voice. “How did you know?”

  “Because I’m starting to think like them. I’m beginning to agree with them. I’m too dangerous. I can’t be trusted. They should lock me up where I can’t hurt anyone.”

  “Opal, what happened?”

  “If I tell you, you’ll be disgusted and leave.”

  “If your self-pitying behavior and being suffocated by the blanket hasn’t driven me away, I doubt anything else would.”

  “I’m not indulging in self-pity.” I scooted away and bumped against the wall.

  “Then what are you doing?”

  “Being realistic.”

  “I see. Well…actually, no, I don’t. It’s too dark under here to see.”

  “I know too much.” I sighed. How best to explain? “Right now I can tell you the location of all those hidden glass prisons. I can find a pressure point on your body and cause you pain. And if I held an empty orb, I can drain you of all your powers. I can’t…unknow all this. Can’t turn it off. And when forced into a desperate situation, I’m going to use this knowledge automatically and hurt someone.”

  “The trail of bodies in your wake is concerning,” Kade said.

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I. All right, so you know the locations of the prisons. Why aren’t you going around collecting them? Selling them off to the highest Daviian bidder? Don’t answer. Just listen,” Kade said. “You know where the pressure points are. Why aren’t you using them on Skippy, threatening him with them? And why aren’t you going around draining magicians of all their power? You’d be the richest person in Sitia with all those diamonds.”

  “Can I talk now?” I asked.

  “No. I’m not done. You haven’t done all those things because you know they’re wrong. And yes, when forced into a desperate situation, you will defend yourself with the weapons available to you. Think about it. The reason your back’s against the wall is due to someone attacking you. Not the other way around. Unless you’ve been picking fights?”

  “I did grump at a dining-room server for spilling hot water on me.”

  “Did you knock her out with one of your sais? Clamp down on one of her pressure spots?”

  “Point taken.”

  “Good. Can we pull the blanket off now? I’m dying under here.”

  I pushed the cover off and squinted in the bright light. Kade’s hair clung to the sides of his sweaty face and hung in his eyes. Smoothing the loose strands behind his ear, I remembered when he had lectured me before.

  We had been standing on The Cliffs and he encouraged me to have more self-confidence. At the time, saying I was an all-powerful glass magician had been a joke. Now, it seemed like a nightmare.

  “Where did you go?” Kade asked.

  “Back to The Cliffs when you said I was too young to understand.”

  He laughed, and I marveled at the way the gold flecks in his eyes sparked.

  “I remember the situation being rather dire and here comes this…this twelve-year-old to save us. She looked as if a stiff breeze could knock her over. I thought we were sunk.” He slapped his hand on his thigh. “Then I have to fish the girl from the sea. You resembled a drowned puppy.”

  “I’m twenty, and Nodin didn’t warn me about the slippery rocks or the monster waves,” I said.

  He shook his head. “All hope was gone until you held Kaya’s orb. Then you transformed before my eyes. When you have glass in your hands, you are confident and powerful. I knew then you would solve our problems.”

  “Is that when…let me see if I remember it right…I ‘arrived in your life like an unwelcome hot-season squall’?” I asked.

  “That line is golden. And you didn’t melt.” He tsked.

  “Golden?”

  “I’m a Stormdancer. The weather controls my life.”

  Before he could launch into more weather analogies, I said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “I can’t pinpoint an exact time, but when I heard you had been kidnapped by the traitor and his gang, I realized how much I cared for you.”

  “I thought you came to the inn because you were worried about your Stormdancers.”

  “I was. Tal had betrayed us. But the real reason was so I could see for myself that you were all right.”

  My thoughts returned to that night. After dinner I had gone to the stable to check on Quartz. Kade followed me. We were alone, and his actions seemed as if he wanted to say something important, but we had talked about grief over our dead sisters. If he had confessed his feelings, I wouldn’t have gone with Ulrick, and Devlen wouldn’t have used Ulrick to get to me.

  A useless train of thought. Devlen would have gotten to me regardless. His addiction to the blood magic would have driven him to find another way.

  “How about you?” Kade ran his fingers along my arm.

  “When you handed me Kaya’s orb.”

  “I thought you were overcome by the orb’s song.”

  “I was, but when you knelt next to me in concern…There was an energy…A spark.”

  “Ah, yes.” He inched closer. “Drove me crazy.”

/>   “Drove you away.”

  “Not anymore.” He pulled me against him.

  When Kade and I finally emerged from my rooms, the sun hovered above the horizon. I had missed my afternoon classes.

  “Too late to go to the market?” Kade asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Food then?”

  “Yes. I’m starving.”

  After we ate, Kade tagged along as I reported for my riding lesson with the Stable Master. Quartz grazed in the pasture, but galloped to the fence as soon as she spotted me. Moonlight followed.

  “Beautiful.” Kade stroked Moonlight’s neck. Named for the white moon on the all-black stallion’s face, the Sandseed horse’s gaze held intelligent curiosity.

  “Figures,” the Stable Master grumped at Kade.

  “Excuse me?” Kade kept a neutral tone, but a breeze stirred.

  I introduced him to the Stable Master.

  He glanced at Moonlight snuffling Kade’s shirt. “Stormdance Clan? Are you a—”

  “Yes.”

  “Figures!” Scowling, the Stable Master fed the horses his special milk oats.

  “Do you have a problem with Stormdancers?” Kade asked him in the same flat tone.

  “No, son. I’m having a problem with this spoiled-rotten horse.” He pointed a callused finger at Moonlight. “I tried to match him up with a few students, but he’s bucked everyone off. I thought he might be waiting for that Ixian fella or that glass fella to come back.”

  “How do you know he won’t buck Kade off?” I asked.

  The Stable Master just looked at me as if I were an idiot. Moonlight let Kade scratch him behind the ears. His whole body leaned toward the Stormdancer.

  “Oh. That’s good then since we need to travel to The Cliffs and I wanted to ask you if we could borrow a horse.”

  “Ask! Glory be! Someone’s actually gonna ask me this time?” The Stable Master clutched his heart. Then he disappeared into the barn and returned with a strange saddle. “Here.” He thrust it into my hands. “I want you to try a jumping saddle on Quartz.” He turned to Kade and hooked a thumb toward the stable. “If that brat of a horse allows you to saddle him, you can join us for practice jumps.”

  Quartz and I finished a series of hurdles when Kade and Moonlight joined us in the training ring.

  The Stable Master swore. “Lousy spoiled horse. Okay, let’s see what you can do with him.” He shouted instructions and put us through a grueling hour of jumping, trotting and turning maneuvers.

  The horses’ coats gleamed with sweat by the time he ended the session. I peeled the fabric of my tunic away from my skin to help dry off as Kade and I walked the horses to cool them down.

  “Phew! I used to think riding a horse was easy,” I said. “Watching a rider from the ground, it looks like the horse is doing all the work.”

  Kade agreed. “I rode for travel purposes only. This felt different. As if I had a connection…like riding a wave. If you align your body just right, you can ride a wave to shore. It’s fun, but takes effort.”

  “I’d rather ride a horse than a wave.” If Kade hadn’t saved me, my first encounter with the sea would have been my last.

  “Sounds like I need to teach you how to surf.”

  “How about I watch you from the beach?”

  He laughed. “After the orbs are ready, I’ll take you to Sunfire Cove. It has gentle waves and no rocks. I did promise you a day on the beach.”

  “It won’t count.”

  “Why not?”

  “You promised me a day of languishing in the sun. I imagined napping and relaxing and other activities that involve lying down. No surfing lessons and no Skippy.”

  He glanced at the fence. Our ever-present watchdog peered at us. “He’ll be outnumbered at The Cliffs. A little sandstorm should take care of him for a day.”

  A pleasant thought. “But he’ll tell the Council and the small bit of trust I’ve gained would be lost.”

  We rubbed the horses down and made sure they both had fresh water and hay in their stalls. The Stable Master stopped by as we cleaned tack.

  “You don’t have much finesse with a horse, son. Practice and a good instructor should fix it. But I’ve a feeling you two are heading out soon?”

  “As soon as we can,” Kade said.

  “Figures. Always rushing off!” He poked me in the shoulder. “I expect you to continue your training when you get back.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Even though my tired arms ached, I needed to spend a couple hours in the glass shop crafting messengers. It would take me a few days to finish a hundred.

  I introduced Kade to my sister. Mara sized him up with a lingering and suspicious gaze. “Is he the Stormdancer you and Ulrick rescued?” she asked me as if he wasn’t standing in front of her.

  I cringed, but she didn’t spare a glance for me.

  “I owe Opal my life,” Kade said.

  “But not Ulrick? Did Ulrick fool you, too?” she asked.

  “Mara—”

  “Ulrick did not fool me.” Kade’s voice turned icy.

  “Why didn’t you tell Opal then?” Her tone flared into an accusation.

  “Mara, that’s enough!” Her hostility surprised me.

  “No, it isn’t.” She fisted her skirt in her hands. “I want an answer. He let you believe that blood-magic story.” She rounded on him. “Do you know she’s been sulking in her rooms for the past two months? Avoiding her friends and family?”

  She was right. I avoided her. I didn’t want to lie to her.

  “My sulking isn’t Kade’s fault,” I said. “He tried to tell me. I didn’t listen to him, either.” More lies. Wonderful. “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy with my classes and training.” Liar.

  “But you have no trouble finding time for him.”

  She sounded jealous and hurt. I had wanted to be closer to her, but I did the opposite. “He needs me to help with the Stormdancer orbs.”

  “I need you too.” Her soft voice filled with pain.

  At that moment, I would rather be with Devlen than standing here. I would rather endure the agony of a pressure point than say what I had to say. “You don’t need me, Mara. You have Leif and Mother’s messages and the glass shop to run.”

  “Is that what you really believe?” Her words punctured my heart.

  No! “Yes.” I turned away. “I have work to do.” Groping for a pontil iron, I managed to pick one up and gather a slug of molten glass despite the tremors in my arms. With single-minded determination, I worked on sculpting the glass and blowing magic inside.

  I kept up a fast pace, concentrating on the glass. This used to be enjoyable, turning fire into ice. Not anymore. When I finally glanced up, Mara and Kade were gone. Only Skippy remained. After my little performance, Skippy was the only company I deserved.

  I soaked in the bath until my skin wrinkled. Reluctant to leave the bathhouse, I lingered while changing and combing my hair. All those hours spent training in the sunlight had streaked the brown strands with gold, reminding me of Mara’s curls. Guilt pierced my stomach. I would apologize to her for my harsh words when I resolved this mess. Perhaps I should write her a note explaining everything in case something happened to me.

  Pessimistic thoughts. I really needed to escape the Keep. Walking through the campus, I searched for fond memories of my time here. The glass shop used to be a safe haven, the memorial garden rekindled my connection with the glass prisons and the student barracks reminded me of the lonely years I spent there. My fault for keeping everyone away, but no warm remembrances to grasp.

  Skippy’s shift had to be over because Junior followed me. A quiet man, he seemed intent on his duty and he kept his opinions of me and the situation to himself. I slowed, waiting for him to catch up.

  He hesitated, swiping his black hair from his eyes. Confusion creased his thick eyebrows together. “Something wrong?” he asked.

  “No. I…” What? “I wondered what you’d be doing if
you didn’t have to watch me.”

  “Oh.” He blinked at me. “I’d be helping in the infirmary.”

  “You’re a healer?”

  “Not a strong one, but enough to help.” He shrugged.

  “Then why did they assign you to baby…er…guard me?”

  “I can erect a null shield pretty fast. But I volunteered for this job.”

  “Why?” I asked in surprise.

  He searched my face as if seeking a sign of sincerity, then glanced away. “Not everyone believes you’re a danger. In fact, a few think the Council is being too harsh on you.” He pulled at his sleeve. “I thought I could…” He smoothed his shirt. “Help out…be a counter to Hale.” He fiddled with his cuff button. “Besides, if I wasn’t here, I’d be assigned to guard a Councilor.” He quirked a smile at me. “They’re all worried about a magical attack.”

  “From me?”

  “No. From anyone with magical powers. Councilor Moon has made them uneasy with her constant null shield. This—” he swept his hand out to indicate me and the campus “—is actually a much better task.”

  Interesting. And I didn’t make it easy for him, either. “What’s your name?”

  “Jon.”

  We walked together to my quarters. I opened the door and invited Jon inside.

  “No, thanks. You already have a guest.” He smiled and crossed the courtyard, settling next to a tree.

  I closed and locked the door. Kade lounged on the couch. A bright fire crackled in the hearth. I warmed my hands before joining him.

  “I’m a horrible sister,” I said. The flickering flames of the fire matched the pulse of regret in my chest.

  “You had no choice.” Kade wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “No worries, though. I told Mara everything.”

  I straightened. “You…But…The Council.” Sagging back, I closed my eyes.

  “I didn’t promise to keep quiet. And I couldn’t stand to see her suffer. Guess I have a soft spot for sisters.” Grief touched his voice.

  I glanced at him.

  He gave me a lopsided smile. “Mara understands. Well…she’s a bit furious about not being in the loop. I don’t envy Leif tonight.” He tugged at his collar. “Is he as good with that machete as everyone claims?”