A second warrior held me suspended in a sticky net. He tossed me over his shoulder with a grunt. I hated him for that. He did turn me so my back was to his, um, backside, a small mercy, or so I thought until he began walking. His pounding steps, my inverted view, proved too much.
I glimpsed Pascale, hung in the same manner as I was, yet relief she was safe washed over me.
When blackness opened its arms, I ran into them and let oblivion swallow me whole.
This time, I had no dreams.
Swearing roused me. Sharp words were hurled in booming voices, and hands dug into my shoulder hard enough I woke on a whimper. I blinked up into Old Father’s face. His lips were pinched, his stare vacant. I knew the signs well. He had traveled into the spiritlands to revive me. Aware he would sense his work was done, I bore the pinch of his bony fingers and glanced around the room. I lay on a cot beside Pascale. We were in the healer’s den in Beltania.
My aunt, Sikyakookyang, the Salticidae maven, stood near the doorway, scowling at Vaughn. The males responsible for our arrival each held one of his arms.
Blood covered Vaughn’s face and torso. Dark hair slicked to his scalp, accentuating the wildness of his eyes. He muttered a steady stream of profanity that made his guards wince and my maven’s face flush. My arm lifted, fingers uncurled. I reached for him before the memory of his rejection resurfaced. I’m not sure that’s wise. Letting my arm drop and my fist ball, I blinked at the ceiling to keep from making a bigger fool of myself while channeling energy into anchoring Old Father.
The bruising grip on me lessened as he exhaled a rattling breath. “You exhausted yourself.”
I patted his hand, which shook from the strain of his spirit walk. “I learned from the best.”
Wrinkles creased his cheeks. “If that were true, you would do as I say and not as I do.”
“You teach by example.” I allowed my eyes to close. “I learned to follow your lead.”
“Mana is awake.” Vaughn’s voice turned my head. “She can vouch for me.”
“Vaughn is with me. He was bringing me home as Old Father requested.” Puzzled, I shifted onto my side. “You knew to expect us.” I noticed my companions were all restrained and shoved upright. “I give you my word of honor that these males mean us no harm. Please. Release them.”
“Niece, we were approached by a small group of Theridiidae tonight and warned there were Mimetidae mercenaries poaching on our lands.” Sikya’s lips compressed. “They saw the flare launch and fled, saying they had wounded in their camp and worried the Mimetidae might attack again.”
“Aunt, if my word is not good enough to vouch for the character of these males, then what good would it do me to also say the Theridiidae captured us on our way here, from Erania? Or that we are starved, thirsting and filthy because of their poor treatment?” I snapped, “This is not the welcome I anticipated from my clansmen. If I had I known my reception would be so poor, I might have—”
“Enough, Mana.” My uncle prowled into the room. “Sikya has borne enough scrutiny for her actions as of late.” Chinedu sat on a tufted pillow and patted the cushion beside him. Sikya took the seat he offered her and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“I have received no letters from home.” Concern eroded my hurt at the reminder.
“We had wondered.” Bracing his elbows on his thighs, Chinedu grimaced. “The reports sent to Maven Lourdes have gone unanswered as well. We extended her and Rhys invitations to enjoy our hospitality and discuss these matters in person several weeks ago. They accepted. Since then, I’ve learned information of a delicate nature and felt they should make their journey sooner. I dispatched our fastest messenger, but he has gone missing and we have heard no news.”
“The Theridiidae mentioned a messenger they intercepted…” I glanced at Vaughn. His face was a blank mask now, despite the fact he was restrained. “Our guards said Torrance killed him.”
Clutching her sun pendant, my aunt said a prayer for the male and his family.
“Say the word.” Chinedu clasped her hands. “If you desire it, that coward’s skin will line our walls tonight.” Her nod was all the confirmation he required. “You have my vow. He will pay.”
“Keep safe, love.” She brushed kisses across his scarred knuckles. “The torches will burn for you.” She gestured toward Vaughn’s captors. “Take your brothers. We have enough guards.”
“Wait.” I grasped my uncle’s arm as he whirled past. “Your information—”
“Your aunt can explain.” He jerked his chin toward Vaughn. “This matter concerns the heir as well.” Striding into the night, he paused, voice drifting behind him. “Rahdi, Niall, let him go.”
The males shared a glance, and the tallest said, “Maven, if you wish one of us to remain…”
“You tarry here while my husband, your brother, takes his vengeance?” Sikya pointed at the shorter male. “Niall, you have better sense than Rahdi. Will you also ignore Chinedu’s vow?”
“You have my word,” Vaughn said coolly. “I am no danger to her or her clan.”
“I’ll not risk Chinedu’s temper.” Niall shrugged. “This is his clan and his clan home now. If he’s comfortable among Mimetidae, then it’s not our place to question his judgment, eh, Rahdi?”
“Fine. Not my female, not my problem.” Rahdi shoved Vaughn. “Step lively, cannibal.”
Eyes locked with mine, Vaughn rolled his shoulders but stood his ground.
Another shove came from Rahdi. “I thought I said—”
Vaughn’s palm connected with Rahdi’s nose. Blood dribbled down the male’s chin. His eyes were out of focus. Lifting his palm, Vaughn studied the smudge, then licked his hand clean.
My gut rebelled. I lay back on the cot and rested a hand over my stomach.
This was too much: too much blood and death, too many reminders of Vaughn’s feral nature hidden beneath a handsome façade, too much desire for him, and too few misgivings on my part.
“Letting a tracker get a taste of your blood?” Niall snorted. “You’re slipping, brother.”
“You’re a right bastard.” Rahdi touched his nose, winced. “Gods damned flesh muncher.”
Grasping his brother by the scruff, Niall dragged Rahdi stumbling after Chinedu.
Brow puckering, Vaughn scrounged a cloth from his pants pocket and wiped his face and hands clean. He dabbed splatters on his shirt but shrugged as if accepting he faced an impossible stain.
After executing a perfunctory bow to my aunt, he said, “Maven Sikyakookyang, I came here at the behest of Maven Lourdes. I understood your clans had come to an understanding in regard to the rehabilitation of the maven’s younger sister, Pascale.” His gaze shifted onto Old Father. “I am returning Mana to your care. She is well and whole, despite my failed attempts to guard her.”
“You have done well, son of Brynmor.” Old Father patted the spot beside him on my cot. “I would speak with you on matters of great importance.” His yawn was infectious. “But the hour is late, and my bed is warm. There is nothing worth saying that can’t be said over first meal. Roads to Cathis are long and treacherous. You will need your strength for what lies ahead. Stay. Rest.”
Expression dark, Vaughn dipped his head. “I will do as you ask.”
Old Father chuckled. “You are much more agreeable when Hoya—Rhys—is absent.” Kookyangwhoya was my cousin’s Salticidae name and Old Father remembered him as such.
“You know better than most that my brother and I have a difficult history. I fear we have brought out the worst in one another all our lives.” Vaughn grimaced. “A trend which I see no end of in sight.”
Old Father addressed a shadowed corner, “Wishövi, take Vaughn to his usual room, by mine.”
A gangly youth with our family’s trademark green eyes and black hair stepped forward.
Vaughn held up a hand to stop my youngest cousin. “What of the others?”
“I told you he remembered our names.” Lleu’s booming voice drew atten
tion to him. “Maven Sikyakookyang, I appreciate the armed escort into your city.” His lips twitched. “I think what the old fella said sounds good to me. I’m not picky. I’ll take any stall you have empty. Hay if you have some to spare.” His stomach grumbled a vicious complaint. “Don’t mind him. He always sounds grumpy.”
My aunt’s eyes widened. “I see.”
Lleu poked his gut. “I want to sleep more than I want to eat, so you can stuff it where—”
Shoulders shaking with laughter, Sikya coughed into her fist. “No guests of mine will sleep with the varanus. I regret I gave you and my niece such a poor welcome. Tomorrow, I hope to explain our circumstances. Until then, please, follow Wishövi. I do hope your accommodations are satisfactory.”
“We have family from the southwest in the guest lodge.” Wishövi counted. “I have two rooms.”
“Give Lleu and Bram those rooms.” They deserved some peace. “I will share with Pascale.”
“You don’t have to share.” Lleu scratched his ear. “I’d sleep on the floor anyway.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I assured him. “I’ll have fresh blankets sent to your room to make a pallet.”
Lleu bowed, face flushed. Bram showed more grace. Both exited behind Wishövi.
Vaughn lingered at the threshold. “How will I sleep tonight without your company?”
Need rushed through my limbs, but humiliation burned the dregs of my desire. My face stung as if I’d fallen asleep beneath the noonday sun by the river, something I hadn’t done since I was a child.
Sikya’s scandalized gasp roused Old Father, who’d fallen asleep slumped at the foot of my cot.
“This is not my room.” He scowled at his surroundings, then settled on me. “Ah. You’re home.”
I squeezed his hand. “I am, and you should be in bed.”
Bones creaking, he stood. “Where is Wishövi?”
“He’s tending my clansmen.” Vaughn offered his arm. “Your room is on the way to mine.”
“So it is.” Old Father jabbed him in the gut with his walking stick. “Put your arm down. I’m not a female, or an invalid.” He shuffled out, huffing under his breath. “Show your elders some respect.”
“Sleep well, Mana.” Vaughn drummed his fingers on the doorjamb, waiting. “Until tomorrow.”
“Until tomorrow,” I echoed.
“Tomorrow,” he said again, then took Old Father’s arm and walked away.
The sound of a walking stick meeting a hard head echoed. “I told you to show respect…”
I stifled my laugh lest Vaughn hear it.
“Should I ask?” Sikya claimed Old Father’s spot.
Smudges marred the skin beneath her eyes. Her mouth set tight, and I understood there would be no further apologies made for my rough reception or explanations for the missing letters. Not tonight.
“Captives were kept in pairs. Vaughn was paired with me.” I picked fringe on my blanket. “He protected me. If he hadn’t convinced them Lourdes would pay a ransom, I…I wouldn’t sit here now.”
“Hmm.” She worried her sun pendant. “It seems I owe him a debt of thanks. How surprising.”
Her bitterness pricked my temper. “You hold a child’s actions against the man he became.”
“Kowatsi was my brother, a beloved brother.” Her knuckles turned white. “As your maven, I can do what I want.” Her sigh exhausted me. “Vaughn has always been too keen on you. His interest can only lead to heartache for you both. Use your gift. Find your soul mate. Forget Vaughn ever existed.”
She asked for the impossible on too many counts. It seemed this was a night for excess indeed.
“Perhaps Pascale and I will spend the night here.” Ignoring Sikya’s glare, I focused on Pascale. She slept on her cot, curled on her side and facing me. “It would be a shame to wake her when she’s resting so well.” I smoothed a hand over a nubby blanket tossed haphazardly over her thin shoulders.
“Niall’s doing,” Sikya murmured. “Poor thing was shivering so hard she bit her tongue.”
“Shock,” I said, testing Pascale’s cheek. “I haven’t seen her in days.” Not since our mad dash for freedom. “I’m not sure what was done to her, but Niall’s and Rahdi’s reception didn’t help matters.”
“I’ll speak with them about manners.” Sikya smiled indulgently. “Deinopidae are coarse around the edges.” With a reluctant sigh, she stood. “I’ll have appropriate meals delivered to the others, and I will make certain Pascale’s needs are met when she wakes. Will you stay awake long enough to eat?”
Though my stomach was empty, I found myself waving aside her offer. “I think I’d better rest instead.”
“Very well.” Her smile turned soft. “Good night, dearest niece. Sleep well. Welcome home.”
Home. The word and all it implied sank into my bones, and I slept.
Cool mists swirled about my ankles. I stood alone in a dark room opposite a black canis.
“You did well.” Brynmor bobbed his head. “Kira was impressed.”
“Kira is the silver-furred canis?” I would have to remember that.
“She is.” He licked his chops.
A fleeting curiosity about his relationship with the pack, and its members, flickered past. His affairs weren’t my business, and not because he was dead, Vaughn’s father or, currently, a canis.
“I’m tired.” Even in this dream, I yawned. “I should rest.” I hoped he took the hint.
He didn’t.
“Tomorrow, you will meet with your maven, and she will confirm what I have said, that the plague came to Cathis. Whether the sickness results from the yellow death or is another disease borne of so much death, Isolde is still in danger. Which means Vaughn is still in danger.” His lip curled. “I sense you wish to speak with your elder about our…situation. I will allow you to seek his council, but you will not act without speaking with me first, understand? I have much to do.”
Hope sparked at his words. Exhaustion had wiped the notion of banishment from my mind.
“I think it benefits us both if I learn how to terminate this bond between us.” He growled, so I added, “When the time comes, you will wish to ascend to the spiritlands, and I will guide you.”
“If I had wished to ascend, I would have. I’ll thank you to keep your guidance to yourself.”
Interesting. So more than unfinished business kept him in this world.
“In any case…” I stretched. “If you’ve finished your demands, then I would like to sleep.”
“Sleep.” His teeth snapped. “But heed my warning. You do not wish to cross me, Walker.”
Haze enveloped him, dissolving him and then me, until nothing remained of my dream.
Chapter Nine
Sleep crusted my eyes, and my mouth was foul, but the washstand held no appeal once the raucous laughter from the river reached my ears. Compared to the lure of masculine bodies bared for the sun and my perusal, a pottery bowl filled with tepid water left me certain a walk along the river’s edge was the lift my spirits required. A glimpse at Pascale told me she’d rest a bit longer.
The twinge of guilt slid from my shoulders when I rationalized how long I’d gone without a proper bath. Too long. Why should I make due with a splash of water when the river beckoned?
Clean soft cloths and rounds of dayflower soap sat beside the washstand. I grabbed a set and the clean clothes Sikya must have had delivered sometime this morning, and made my decision.
I strolled outside, determined to have that bath.
Outside the healing den, air scented with freshly cut grass filled my lungs, and hot sun made sweat bead on my forehead. At the door, I smiled at a familiar face. “Good morning, Sunkanmi.”
“I expect that depends on who you ask.” He smirked. “Chinedu’s in a right tizzy. Avoid him if you can. Avoid the flesh muncher—” My scowl cut him short. “Avoid Vaughn too if you can.”
Whoops rang down the empty street, and I blushed. “Was my destination so obvious?”
“I was talking about last night. Chinedu’s vengeance…” His brown skin flushed. “Hey now, you can’t mean…” He saw my towel, my soap and clothes. “There are naked males in the river.”
My cheeks stung. “I’m not offering to join them if that’s what concerns you.”
“You think they’ll wait for your offer?” Belly laughter shook his frame. “That’s rich.”
I drew myself up taller. “Not all males are as crude as you, Kan.”
He towered over me, staring down his nose. “Not all females are as innocent as you, Mana.”
“I will forgo the river, then, and return to my room.” I huffed. “I’ll use my own washstand.”
The weight of Kan’s stare kept my path true until I passed a trampled grass lane. Mud-caked footprints led down the trail, toward the river and the sacred burial grove. How they tempted me to follow them. I could pay my respects to my ancestors, and then indulge in a thorough washing.
“Your aunt’s house is the big one in the city center.” Kan laughed. “In case you forgot.”
Holding my head high, I said, “I remember.”
Leaving temptation behind, I followed the thoroughfare until I reached my aunt’s house. The mud-brick building rose several rows stacked one above the other. Many generations lived there. I had since my parents died. It was home now, more so than the varanus farm where I’d been born.
Wooden ladders leaned against the lower walls. I tested the familiar rungs, then climbed two levels to my room. Everything was as it always had been. Compared to my lodgings in Erania, it was cramped and drab. Frowning at the thought I might prefer some aspects of Araneidae living, I walked to my window and strained to see the snaking line of the river. From this height, I made out the trio of males wrestling with at least three of my young clansmen. Water and insults flew.
One glance at my washstand gave me my excuse. I ran a finger through the bowl’s center. It was bone-dry. Tossing my supplies inside the bowl, I rested the lip on my hip, then climbed one-handed down the ladder. Rather than risk Kan’s interference, I circled back and took a secondary path to the river. Giddiness quickened my steps. This was a game I hadn’t played in many years.
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