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Nightborn

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by Lynn Viehl

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  The injury could not have come from her struggles with the men at the château. Someone had hurt her when they’d stopped at the rest area. He had thought she had taken too long. Now he recalled how slowly, how carefully she had been moving when she returned to the car. He had even asked her whether she had felt sick.

  Why didn’t she tell me?

  He drew back and began using his hands to check her from the neck down. Korvel stilled as he reached her midriff, and felt a strange arrangement of straps and objects beneath the knit fabric. He didn’t believe what his hands were telling him until he reached beneath the hem of her shirt and felt the sheaths attached to a fitted weapon harness buckled around her waist.

  He unfastened the harness, lifting her slightly in order to safely remove it. She wore seven daggers of various sizes, three spaced on either side of her waist and one that had nestled against the small of her back. He also found a coiled wire garrote, a pouch containing drug-filled pressure darts, and several small metal spheres that he guessed to be some type of grenade. He found no marks to indicate that any of the weapons had been used for the purpose they had been crafted, but from the scent traces left on them he could tell that at least three mortals—including Simone—had handled them.

  Of course the council would have ordered her to arm herself, Korvel reasoned, but why hadn’t she used the weapons against her attacker?

  He bent down and placed the weapon harness under the seat before he completed his inspection of her. When he found no other injury, he bent his head to smell her clothing, and discovered the scent of another mortal’s sweat on the inside of one sleeve. He slid up the sleeve and found another, fresh bruise on her elbow.

  Why hadn’t she called for him? How had she eluded her attacker? Why hadn’t she told him when she came back to the car?

  Korvel climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out onto the roadway. He pressed the accelerator to the floor as he sped past the few remaining cars and saw a sign, Avignon Sud. He moved over into the exit lane and left the highway.

  As he approached the city, Korvel considered turning around and going back to the highway. He didn’t know how badly Simone was hurt, and while he could probably reach Marseilles within an hour, the girl needed medical attention now. At the same time he was reluctant to take her to a hospital, where one or both of them might attract unwanted attention—the scrutiny of the authorities and perhaps even the notice of the Brethren.

  The road leading into Avignon branched off around the old walled portion of the city where popes had once come to take refuge. Korvel followed the yellow signs that directed visitors to the appropriate gate and drove slowly until he spotted the front facade of the Hotel Vue.

  He parked on the street outside the service entrance and got out, going around to the passenger side. He took out the weapon harness from under Simone’s seat, slinging it over his shoulder before he shrugged into his coat.

  Carefully he lifted Simone’s limp body out of the car and carried her to the tradesmen’s entrance. He clasped her against him as he tried the knob, found it locked, and then forced it open, stepping inside into a storage area and loading platform. The sound of a clanging alarm cut off a second after it started, followed by the shrill sound of a woman scolding someone.

  “I did lock it,” a man’s petulant voice complained. “You must have unlocked it again. ”

  A middle-aged woman in a stained apron came through the swinging doors. “Who is there? We are not…” As she saw Korvel she stopped and put a hand to her throat. “Monsieur. ”

  “Madame, my wife has had an accident. ” He walked slowly toward her, holding her gaze with his as his scent flooded the air around her. “You will show us to an empty suite and summon a doctor at once. ”

  Her pupils expanded under her fluttering eyelashes as she slowly smiled. “A suite, yes. The doctor, at once. ”

  He followed her into the hotel’s kitchen, where she took down a set of keys from a pegboard next to the door and beckoned for him to follow her. Korvel carried Simone through the hall to the service elevator, where the woman took them up to the top floor.

  “This is the Napoleon suite,” the cook said, giggling a little as she went in to turn on the lamps. “Your wife will love the bed. The mattress is all feathers. Would you like to know how it feels to—”

  “No. ” Korvel carried Simone over to the bed, pausing to pull back the quilted blue coverlet before lowering her onto the rose-colored sheets. “Find a doctor and send him to me,” he ordered as he began to undress her. “Now. ”

  “Oui, monsieur. ” The cook wandered back out.

  Korvel knelt beside the bed, holding the nun’s cool hand in his. “Simone, can you hear me? I’ve brought you to a hotel. Help will be here soon. ”

  She did not respond to his touch or the sound of his voice. He put his hand to her throat, where the beat of her heart pulsed too slow beneath his touch.

  She couldn’t die, not here, not like this. Korvel moved his hand to her brow and leaned close. “Angel, why didn’t you cry out for me? You know I would have heard you. I would not have allowed you to be harmed. I would have…” He stopped and drew back.

  She had not called out for help at the rest stop, Korvel realized, nor when he had first seen her being attacked by the men at the château. As a nun she would have taken a vow of chastity, yet she had freely offered him sex as well as blood. She carried on her body the scars of grievous abuse, and under her garments enough concealed weapons to kill a dozen men. When she had hobbled to the car, hurt and drugged, she had pretended to be only tired.

  What had made her like this? Her faith? Her duty to the council? Was she somehow torn between the two?

  Korvel sat on the floor beside the bed and leaned his head back against the wall. Vengeance and death had been an integral part of his immortal life—he was bound to his duty to protect the high lord and his household. Like most of his kind, he had risen from his grave believing his soul had been cursed by God to walk the night forever. What little faith Korvel had possessed as a mortal gradually faded over time, and his belief in the superstitions of the Kyn vanished along with it. No rational explanation had ever filled that void, not until the high lord had kidnapped Alexandra Keller, who believed the Kyn were infected, not cursed.

  The door to the suite opened, and a short, thin man carrying a bulky case stepped in. “I am Dr. Pavel, monsieur. Your wife is ill?”

  He got to his feet. “She slipped and fell at a rest stop and struck her head. ” He bent over the bed to turn Simone’s face to the side and touched the swelling on her scalp. “Here. She walked back to the car, but then she fell unconscious. I have not been able to wake her. ”

  The doctor nodded, setting the case on the end of the bed and opening it. “Has she vomited? Have you seen any blood coming from her ears?”

  As Korvel answered those and his next questions, the doctor examined Simone, listening to her heartbeat and then using a penlight to check her eyes, her ears, and her mouth. Once he had felt all along her scalp and neck, he performed a quick inspection of the rest of her body, and paused as he reached her right thigh, using his light to inspect a tiny mark there. He then turned and took a small bottle from his case, removing the stopper and holding the sharp-smelling contents under her nose.

  Simone’s eyes fluttered, and she made a low sound as she turned her face away.

  The doctor replaced the bottle’s stopper. “Your wife does not appear to have a concussion, monsieur. There are some indications she was attacked. ” He pointed to her thigh. “She was also drugged. ”

  Korvel inspected the needle mark. “What was used?”

  “Since she was at a rest area, I would think flunitrazepam, or perhaps ketamine. Such drugs are often employed in assaults to make women less resistant. ” Pavel glanced at Simone, who was pressing her hand against her temple. “You must keep her here until
the effects wear off. By this time tomorrow she should be herself again. ”

  “What effects?”

  “Nothing dangerous. ” The doctor looked a little embarrassed. “The drug removes certain inhibitions, especially among women. That is why you should keep her here, alone with you, and see to her needs. ”

  As soon as the doctor left, Korvel went to Simone and stopped her from trying to sit up. “Stay where you are. ”

  Her eyes shifted from one side to the other. “Where am I?”

  “A hotel in Avignon. When I could not wake you, I brought you here. The doctor has just examined you. ” He touched the back of his hand to her cheek. “How do you feel?”

  She shifted her arms and legs. “Only my head hurts. ”

  “Someone struck you,” he told her. “You were also drugged. ” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “Do you remember what happened when we stopped?”

  “Yes. I was careless. ” She closed her eyes. “It won’t happen again. ”

  Her scent said she was telling the truth. So did the note of self-disgust in her voice. But once again Korvel sensed that she held back more than she said, as if she were using the truth as a means of protection rather than revelation, and not merely to prevent him from knowing who had done this to her.

  What did she fear? Surely not him.

  “It is only an hour to Marseilles. We should continue on. ” She rolled to her side and levered herself up with her hands, but Korvel kept her from trying to stand on her own by scooping her up and holding her against him.

  “The doctor said you should rest. ” He lowered her to her feet and steadied her with his hands. “Marseilles will wait, sister. ”

  She squinted up at him. “Why do you call me that? You’re not one of my brothers. ”

  “I am trying to be respectful. ” He followed her away from the bed as she took a short, wavering turn around the room. “How many brothers do you have?”

  “I don’t know. ”

  “Are they stepbrothers?”

 

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