Dark Currents

by Lindsay Buroker

  Sicarius noticed her watching him and came to sit on the bench beside her. “You are well?”

  “Well enough. Thank you for asking.” Amaranthe tried to remember if he ever had. “And thank you for…everything up there.”

  Sicarius grunted. It was not a particularly inviting grunt, but she decided to say more.

  “I know my plans aren’t always the epitome of precaution and wisdom, but I appreciate your willingness to trust me enough to give them a try. And I appreciate you risking your life to protect mine, no matter how stupid I might be to put mine—and yours—in danger to start with. I would have died in that tower, if not for you.” Amaranthe pictured him taking her hands and saying it would devastate him if he lost her.

  Instead he said, “Likely,” and returned to surveying the farms drifting past.

  She sighed. Of course, she had not told him how much it would mean to her to lose him after she had nearly gotten him blown up above the canyon. Sicarius had been trained to be hard to read, to keep his thoughts to himself. What was her excuse? She might have died in these mountains, and she would have left the world without letting him know what he meant to her. Though it might hurt to love him and not be loved in return, wouldn’t it be worse to never find the courage to let him know how she felt? Until it was too late?

  “Sicarius,” Amaranthe said quietly.

  He bent low, eyes toward her face.

  With the men laughing and talking up front, and the lorry clacking and chugging as the stack billowed black smoke into the air, this was scarcely a romantic spot. But maybe it did not matter. His response would not likely be to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Whatever response he gave—if he gave one at all—she anticipated it would sting.

  “I…uhm…” Amaranthe forced herself to meet his gaze. “I love you.”

  A long moment passed. She did not remember breathing.

  Sicarius nodded infinitesimally. “I know.”

  Amaranthe looked away and cleared her throat. “Of course. I figured you did. I just wanted to make sure. That’s all.”

  As the lorry rumbled on, she tried to tell herself she had not been an idiot for saying something. He knew. Of course he knew. Nobody had ever claimed she was hard to read.

  Sicarius dropped from the bench to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, though not touching. “You are my employer.”

  Emperor’s eyeteeth, he was going to explain to her why her feelings were foolish. She groaned inwardly and told herself to drop it, to say nothing else. But saying nothing was not her strongpoint. “That was your choice. I wanted to work with you, not order you around.”

  “Teams need leaders. Given the goals of this team, you’re the appropriate leader. We’ve discussed this.”

  “Yes.”

  Sicarius spread a hand toward the others. “That this works, a woman leading five men, is a marvel. I suspect it would work less if you were sleeping with one of us.”

  Amaranthe stared at goats grazing beside the road and regretted sharing her feelings. That he was probably right made it worse. There would be resentment if someone, or two someones, got to have relations out in the woods while the rest had to pretend not to notice, but it was not what she wanted to hear.

  “And there’s Sespian,” Sicarius said so softly she almost thought she imagined it.

  She found his eyes again, sure her own were incredulously wide. “He barely knows me. Whatever he felt—he was drugged at the time. I’m sure he’s over that initial interest.”

  “Perhaps,” Sicarius said. “But there’s already too much separating us. I would not wish to add that. Also—”

  “All right.” Amaranthe threw up a hand. Now he chose to be a garrulous person? “I don’t need a list. I was just expressing a feeling. If you don’t share that feeling, that’s fine.” She sank lower against the rucksack and avoided looking at him. She sounded huffy, and she knew it. She thought of the handful of coworkers she had rebuffed during her years as an enforcer; she had wanted so much to show her supervisors that she was serious about her job, that she would never consider something as unprofessional as a patrol romance. Now, she was in the shoes of the spurned. Fitting, she supposed. “Sorry,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be a further wedge between you two either.”

  Sicarius’s shoulder came to rest against hers. He laid his hand on top of hers.

  Amaranthe grew still. He had never held her hand. She kept her head facing forward, half afraid eye contact would make him leave, like some timid forest creature.

  “Just to be clear,” she said, “you don’t share my feelings. Right?”

  He did not answer.

  “Sicarius? That was a question. I made sure my tone went up at the end.”

  He snorted softly. “I care, Amaranthe. More than I thought myself capable.”

  “Oh,” she mouthed.

  Maldynado clambered out of the cab, munching on a fistful of dried pears. Sicarius released her hand.

  “You two mind if I join you? Books is talking about his plans to invest Sicarius’s gambling house earnings. Invest! What kinds of mercenaries invest? Team money should be for carousing and buying weapons.” He rapped his knuckles on the roof of the cab. “Maybe acquiring transport that doesn’t have enforcer logos on the side. Or rust.”

  “I thought you were just in this for your statue,” Amaranthe said.

  “I am.” Maldynado snapped his fingers. “Say, do you think that enforcer gal is going to put in a good word for us? You won her over, right?” He ambled over, rounding Sicarius’s feet with much room to spare, then plopped down on the other side of Amaranthe. “You don’t mind me joining you, do you?” His eyes widened as he seemed to consider some possibility, but then he snickered dismissively. “You two weren’t having some private rendezvous back here, were you?”

  Sicarius said nothing, though there was more ice in his gaze than usual.

  Amaranthe merely sighed. “No rendezvous, no.”

  “Good,” Maldynado said. “Let’s talk about your birthday celebration. This whole fiasco has crimped my plans terribly. The city is going to be a mess when we get back, and I’m not sure how we’ll find a decent…”

  As Maldynado burbled on, Amaranthe exchanged looks with Sicarius. Would there ever be a someday when they could have a private rendezvous?

  EPILOGUE

  In the boiler room of the pumping house, Amaranthe swept the last pile of dirt, hair, and walnut shells into a dust pan. Her weapons and packed rucksack leaned against the wall by the door.

  Footsteps in the hall heralded Maldynado’s appearance. He swaggered in wearing his peacock-feather hat. “What’s the holdup, boss? Your party starts in an hour.”

  Amaranthe dropped the dust pan. “My what?”

  “Your birthday party. We’re having it at The Pirates’ Plunder. Their establishment wasn’t affected by the riots, and the Madame is willing to lend us the attic for the shindig. It’ll be private—no chance of running into pesky soldiers or enforcers. Basilard is working with a caterer. We’re going to make it the event of the season!”

  “Just so I’m clear…you thought a brothel would be a suitable place to host a birthday party for a woman?”

  “Books said almost that exact same thing, but I know you’re not the uppity type. And this is a great place. If you want a pretty man, I can arrange that. They service all types. It’ll be grand, you’ll see.”

  “The fact that the pumping house was searched while we were out means we need to find a new hideout. Don’t you think that should take priority?”

  “Over birthday parties?” Maldynado asked. “Absolutely not. You have five minutes to finish up, or I’m going to pick you up and—”

  Sicarius strode in, an envelope in his hand.

  “Ah, me and the boys will meet you up top when you’re ready.” Maldynado hustled out.

  Sicarius did not acknowledge him. He handed Amaranthe the envelope. “A youth delivered this.”

  “I’m getting mail again? Another
sure sign it’s time to leave this hideout.”

  “Agreed.”

  While she unfastened the seal, she asked, “Speaking of mail…what was on that paper in the ore cart?”

  Sicarius closed the door. “The note was addressed to Basilard—to the Mangdorian in the assassin’s party specifically. It contained a request to let Ellaya know the shaman died, so she could send word to his family.”

  “Huh. They must have been close. I wonder if he ever resented her for giving his name to Forge and getting him involved in all this. I know Tarok wanted you, but I don’t think he wanted all those deaths on his hands.” Amaranthe shook her head. It mattered little now. “Perhaps we should go to the gambling house and deliver that message to Ellaya. I’m curious if she had more to do with all this than matchmaking. After all, one of those dead dam workers was a customer of hers.”

  “She’s gone,” Sicarius said.

  “What? You didn’t, ah…”

  “I went to ensure she would not be a further threat to us,” he said. “The gambling house was closed, and no one knew where she’d gone.”

  So much for that idea. “What else was on the note?”

  Sicarius gazed steadily at her.

  “You glared at Basilard, so I know there was more.”

  “It also contained my name and a plea to Basilard to avenge the Mangdorian people.”

  “I see,” Amaranthe said. “Let’s hope it won’t be a problem, since he didn’t see the note.”

  “If it becomes a problem, I’ll deal with it.”

  She grimaced, knowing exactly what he meant. She hoped it was not something she would have to worry about for a while. For now…

  Amaranthe pulled two sheets of paper out of the envelope. The first surprised her with calligraphy, an artistic border, and an official stamp from Enforcer Headquarters. “It’s a pardon for Books.”

  The second paper held a letter.

  Lokdon:

  We found makarovi bodies downstream, as you described. I do not trust you or your intentions, but it does seem your people assisted in this matter. I’ve arranged the pardon for your man. The emperor’s seal is on your bounty, so no enforcer can lift that one.

  Captain Branchok and I were called into a meeting with Emperor Sespian and his advisors. When questioned, Branchok said his men handled everything. It would have been wise of me to agree, but it’s not in my nature to suffer lies in silence. I explained your presence and the possibility your men destroyed the device in the lake and killed the foreigner responsible. Captain Branchok called me a liar. The emperor would not believe Sicarius caused anything but trouble, but he did seem to think you might have honorable intentions.

  I’m not certain what repercussions my statements will have on my career. I made an enemy of Captain Branchok. You’ll forgive me if I hope I never see you again.

  ~Yara

  Amaranthe showed the note to Sicarius, hoping he would not be disappointed in Sespian’s response. When he lifted his eyes, she said, “You can’t expect him to change his opinion of you overnight, but it’s a start, right? He’s aware you were there and that the plot was thwarted.” Though it did not seem anyone knew Forge had ultimately been involved. Nor did Amaranthe know the person in that organization responsible—research for another day.

  “A start, yes.” Sicarius returned the note. “The others are right: you’d have an easier time clearing your name if I wasn’t around.”

  Erp, when had he heard them say that? She did not like the sound of his comment either: less like one of his statements of fact and more like an offer to disappear. Emperor’s warts, he did not need to develop a selfless streak now.

  “I’d be dead a dozen times over if you weren’t around,” Amaranthe said, “so don’t even think of leaving. One day, we’re going to walk into Sespian’s office to have tea with him. Together.”

  Sicarius studied her for a while, then inclined his head once.

  “In the meantime,” she said, “I don’t suppose you’d like to go to The Pirates’ Plunder and loom threateningly by my shoulder to ward off…whatever entertainment Maldynado has planned for me?”

  “I thought I’d stand back and see what you do with the eye patch he bought you.”

  Amaranthe blinked. “I…I’m never sure if I’m reading you right.”

  His eyes glinted. “Good.”

  THE END

  Afterword

  Thank you for reading Dark Currents. If you enjoyed the novel, please consider leaving a review online. Feel free to visit my website for updates on future projects. You can sign up for my newsletter while you’re there (sometimes I have contests and give away free stuff). I can be found dinking around, er, networking in a social and professional way, on Twitter too.

  Author Q & A

  As I write this, it’s only been six months since I published The Emperor’s Edge, but quite a few folks have downloaded it, and I’ve had some questions come up. I know this sequel answered a couple (yes, more questions do revolve around Sicarius than anything else), but I thought it’d be fun to answer more here.

  When will Sicarius and Amaranthe hook up?

  Granted, the female readers seem more concerned about this than the male readers, but this is the #1 question I get.

  The answer is…I’m not entirely sure. Do you think they should? He’s not really a good influence, you know. ;-)

  How many books will there be?

  I have tentative plans to write six books with each having a different person from Amaranthe’s team as the secondary character. This was Books’s story. I’m planning to do Basilard next, and Maldynado is jumping up and down, demanding to know when it’ll be his turn.

  Will you do more on Amaranthe and her backstory?

  For good or ill, there’s not always a lot of time to work character history into my adventures, and Amaranthe is the kind of gal who’s more interested in getting other people’s stories (AKA prying into other people’s lives) than sharing her own.

  If you read The Frozen Water Trade, a short story in Ice Cracker II (and other stories), she and Sicarius are working for one of her old school friends, and there’s a little more on her relationship with her deceased father.

  Are you going to put out print versions?

  Yes. I’ve been slow to do this since it’s impossible to compete with mainstream publishers on price when it comes to physical books, but several people have expressed an interest (thank you!), so I’ll get some done soon.

  How do you pronounce your characters’ names? And why’d you pick such weird names for your heroes anyway?

  Amaranthe ~ Am ah ranthe

  Sicarius ~ Si car ee us

  Basilard ~ Baz i lard

  Maldynado ~ Mal dih na doh

  Akstyr ~ Aks tire

  Books ~ okay, you probably don’t need my help with that one

  Sespian ~ Ses pee an

  As for the reasons why, most are arbitrary (I played Everquest with someone whose avatar was named Akstyr and I knew a Maldonado in the army and liked the sound of the name), but for my heroes, Sicarius and Amaranthe, I wanted names that meant something.

  The Greek root of Amaranth(e) means “unfading,” and I thought that was appropriate for a heroine determined to have a place in the history books. The Wikipedia article has a lot more information on the name if you’re ever bored.

  I swiped Sicarius straight out of a Latin-English dictionary. It was a bit on the nose (literally meaning assassin), but I liked the look of it. I don’t remember the Latin pronunciation, so mine probably isn’t accurate. You’re welcome to pronounce them any way you like.

  Where did you get the idea to mix steampunk with heroic/action fantasy?

  Well, I didn’t. I hadn’t read any steampunk when I started working on this (the world and characters date back to 2001 or 2002, and the first version of Emperor’s Edge came to be in 2005 or so). I’m sure steampunk was around, but I wasn’t aware of it as a genre. I just knew I wanted a different setting than
the ubiquitous medieval fantasy I’d grown up reading, so I decided on an industrial-revolution setting, and that lent itself to some interesting places and contraptions.

  As for action, with few exceptions, I’ve always preferred faster paced swords & sorcery or heroic fantasy novels to the sprawling epics, so it was natural for me to write the kinds of stories I like. I’m sure it’s no surprise that I tend to enjoy some mystery wrapped into the adventure.

  Do you do a lot of world-building before writing, or did/does the setting emerge in the course of writing a book?

  I don’t do a lot of world-building, ever, heh. I’m impressed with the creative settings some authors come up with, but I’m such a character-based writer that I’m only interested in the world insofar as it affects my characters and provides an interesting place for the action to occur.

  I usually know the big things (government system, religion, economy, climate, etc.) ahead of time, but then I make up smaller settings and details as I go.

  Are you going to write a sequel to Encrypted?

  I’d like to someday. I have one plotted out with the first few chapters written. So far, The Emperor’s Edge has been more popular, and I’d always intended to do a series with these characters, so I’m focusing on those books first.

  Why did you choose to self-publish instead of going with a publishing house?

  Lots of reasons. The biggest one was an utter lack of interest in playing the Agent Hunt game and the slowness of the traditional system in general. I didn’t want to wait two years (if ever) to see my novels published. As an independent author, I can publish my novels within weeks of finishing the final draft.