Demon's Quest (26 page)

"Work. For now."

"Well, if you stop working, you know where to find me. My name's Darletta." She handed a small card to Tory, accepted a drink from the bartender and walked away, swinging her hips suggestively. Tory watched her go, blinking in confusion. Perhaps the alcohol was finally taking effect. He sighed.

* * *

"Wylend, I never thought to see you punish someone because you employed an eavesdropping spell and picked up on a conversation two rooms away. She didn't say it to you, personally," Erland pointed out. Wylend had eavesdropped on Reah's conversation with Gavril, angry that he'd been shunted to the side after the attack on his intended Queen. "Did she mention a specific name? Not only that, but she wasn't on Karathia when she said what she did. She was on Tulgalan, and subject to Alliance law."

"She did say a name, and I will not repeat it," Wylend shouted. "I cannot countenance a Queen who will second-guess every decision I make."

"As I understand it, this may be the first and only time that occurred, and since when can someone not be honest and speak their mind with a mate? I have said many things to you that could be considered treasonous."

"But you were not my Queen, Erland Morphis, nor will you ever be."

Erland knew there was no arguing with Wylend when he was in this state of mind. Wylend and any other warlock in a female cycle was moody upon occasion. This appeared to be one of those times. Wylend would come around and see sense; it could take a few days, however. The most damage had been done to Reah. Lissa, too, was seething—he'd already gotten angry mindspeech from his mate over the letter Reah had received. If Erland had known about it sooner, he'd have instructed that it wait a few days, considering Wylend was likely to cool down, see the folly of his ways and wish he could take it all back.

Corolan watched helplessly as Erland argued with Wylend. Wylend hadn't consulted with him before writing and sending the letter. As a result, things were in the worst state of affairs. Reah had saved his life, at nearly the cost of her own. She'd have done the same for Wylend, too. He'd gotten mindspeech from Garek, telling him that Radolf had renounced his citizenship in front of witnesses. Wylend would have to grant it again before Radolf could return to Karathia. Wylend had not bothered to think this through, reacting to a perceived slight when no harm was intended. Corolan was about to react as well.

"My liege," he bowed to Wylend when Wylend stopped fuming for several ticks. Erland had settled in to listen to the King vent all his wrath.

"What is it, Corolan?" Wylend snapped.

"I will be visiting family for the next moon-turn." Corolan disappeared.

"What?" Wylend reached out, as if that would bring Corolan back.

"Reah took a laser bullet for Corolan," Erland said softly. "She would have done the same for you. Yet you, in an ill-tempered snit, decided to eavesdrop. We all get what we deserve at times, Wylend. Call if you need something." Erland disappeared as well. Wylend cursed—loudly and long.

* * *

Reah? Where are you, sweetheart?
Teeg's voice came in clear as the proverbial bell.

Do you think I'd tell you? You couldn't wait to tell Wylend what I said about Wyatt not wanting to be his heir. Now, he's tried and convicted me of treason, and banished me from Karathia. He withdrew his proposal as well. What did you hope to gain from this, Teeg? What?

I wept and shivered as I sent my reply, and refused to speak to him again while Teeg kept trying to convince me to do so. I had to close my mind off after a while—he was bombarding me with questions and denials. He was the only one, besides Farzi and Nenzi, who'd heard that conversation, and the reptanoids would never approach Wylend with information.

Besides, parts of what Wylend heard had never been spoken aloud to anyone else, which meant Teeg had certainly been the one who'd betrayed me. My thoughts, too, were an open book to most, so perhaps I should learn to shield them as well. I wondered, amid my sobs and sniffles, just how to go about it. Had I loved Wylend? That answer was yes. And I was coming to love Corolan. I would have to work through that—resign myself to never seeing them again.

We will not welcome you within Our presence from this day forward
. Those had been his words. He was a King, while I was nothing. Just a cook, and a weak and wounded one in addition to that. But I knew, even if he didn't, that my statement was true. Wyatt had said himself that he didn't want the throne when I first met him. Anyone could see that he would glow if he were using his healing skills, and glower if he were serving in some official capacity with Wylend.

If the King of Karathia wished to wallow in his blindness and short-sightedness, then he was welcome to do so. Since I'd been banished from his sight, he no longer needed to worry that someone might question his perfect warlock world. That didn't keep me from rolling in self-pity, however, and weeping pitifully while I did it.

Chapter 12
 

"Where do you think she is?" Gavril was dangerously angry as he paced inside his father's study. Gavin watched his son fret, a hooded expression in his eyes. Gavril had asked to see the letter Wylend sent to Reah, and then almost went crazy. "She thinks I told him, when Erland says that Wylend used an eavesdropping spell to listen to a private conversation. I don't know about you, Dad, but I consider that an invasion of privacy. Anybody else would have kept the information to themselves. Reah won't answer my mindspeech. She thinks I betrayed her. And I can't go to Wylend and have it out with him—the Campiaan Alliance needs his membership. If he's become this petty, he'll pull out at the blink of an eye."

"Son, Erland thinks he'll settle down in a few days and think this through rationally. You just need to wait it out for a while. My concern is for Reah, now—she was weak and still in need of care. Most likely, she's alone somewhere and not getting anything. I wish she'd purge this habit of running away every time someone hurts her."

"Dad, she couldn't before. First, Edan threatened her if she ran away, then the ASD did the same thing, threatening treason if she deserted. Now, Wylend has accused and convicted her of that crime. What would you do, Dad?"

"I don't have a ready answer. This involves your mate and your great-grandfather. I'm inclined to agree with Erland on this and wait a few days. See if Wylend comes to his senses. This is foolishness."

"I could have told you that much." Gavril folded away.

* * *

"Little one."

"Honey Blue." I stared up at Nefrigar—he'd shown up on day six of my self-imposed exile. On the second day, I'd been forced to go searching for food—I'd depleted the entire pantry on Beliphar. Now I was ready to skip to Tulgalan—I'd promised Farla and Fes that I'd come to cook the recipes I'd given them. I was hoping that more treachery wasn't coming as a result. I was also hoping that Nefrigar didn't have another planet to save or a different objective—my day was planned out already. I still didn't feel completely healthy, either.

"I came to help," Nefrigar settled me on a barstool and placed his hands on my head first, then slowly made his way down the rest of my body. Larentii power was shoring up my fragile health—I felt better when he finished.

"Thank you," I sighed.

"Little one, perhaps it is not wise to be alone at this time."

"Really? What do you suggest? Should I call the one who convicted me of treason, or the one who tattled secrets that led to my conviction? The whole thing is ludicrous."

"Not all may be as it seems," he said cryptically.

"You're a Larentii, so you know everything. I'm just a stupid, gullible High Demon who doesn't have anything near your resources."

"Little one, your emotions are unstable," Nefrigar rubbed my back with large, blue fingers.

"What can you expect? I lost two mates in one day." I tossed up a hand and slid off the stool, walked toward the large kitchen window and stared through it at the unkempt grounds. Once they'd been beautiful, until Beliphar had destroyed itself with greed and neglect. "Tory only shows up when it's convenient for him, Aurelius works constantly, poor Radolf is caught up in this whole mess with Karathia and Lendill has enough to worry about."

"Yet you are one of Lendill's worries," Nefrigar suggested gently. "And the shapeshifters are frightened for you. You were weak and not ready to be on your own when you left them behind."

"Yeah, I know that too. But they belong to Teeg. I don't care how often he says they can do what they want, they're still under his thumb. In the meantime, I've been keeping up with that mess on Boodreatis through comp-vid." I held up the comp-vid in question—I'd seen interview after interview with devastated parents. They'd only been shown the initial attack on the college by five huge monsters and one child, who'd held incredible power. Neither the Ra'Ak nor the warlock had bothered to block the camera images—it was as if they wanted to throw the Alliances into mass hysteria.

The families of the dead weren't told and might never realize that the powerful child in the vids had once been an adult. The Ra'Ak that the warlock worked with were not only insane, they were sick. I'd enlarged images—it looked as if the Ra'Ak were molting, with scales and skin peeling and flaking away. Since I wasn't well-versed on Ra'Ak physiology, I didn't know what that really meant.

"Do you know what this means?" I pulled up the isolated images I'd saved in a separate file I was keeping. I showed Nefrigar the images.

"They appear to be ill—I've never known Ra'Ak to molt—their power keeps their scales and such alive and growing with their bodies."

"If they're ill, why are they ill? What's causing this?"

"Perhaps you should have a meeting with Lissa; I believe she holds this information."

"Really?" I asked, before my face fell. She was mated to Erland, and mother to Rylend. Both held Karathian citizenship. How could I walk onto Le-Ath Veronis? I was probably banned from there, too.

"Little one, things are not so bad as you think."

"How bad are they?" I asked. I was doing my best not to cry.

"Reah, they are not as bad as you think. Go to your family, and then consider meeting with Lissa. She will have good information to pass along."

I rubbed my forehead at his words—a headache was forming. Nefrigar placed two fingers against my forehead, relieving the pressure. "Thank you," I said, and skipped to Tulgalan.

* * *

Nefrigar stared at the spot previously occupied by Reah. He would have to tell her soon, he decided, and folded away.

* * *

"I'm feeling well," I lied to Farla as she led me into the kitchen of Desh's number one. I hadn't been inside it since I was eight. Many things had changed since then.

"We only opened up again three days ago," Farla informed me as I followed her past prep tables and employees busily preparing the evening menu. The restaurant would open in four clicks. Enough time—barely—to prepare the sliced beef in bittersweet sauce.

"We have the ingredients laid out, we just want to watch," Farla was smiling—the most I'd ever seen her smile during the eight years I'd spent in Targis, believing I was Addah's daughter.

Fes, too, smiled at me as I went over what had been laid out next to the stove and ovens. The two kinds of fruit had been peeled and seeded and the brown sugars were there, as were the tomato puree and spices. The beef was partially cooked as the recipe indicated. Now, we would slice it, simmer the sauce a bit to blend the flavors and then spoon it over the beef slices, allowing it to cook for a while until it was so tender and flavorful it melted in the mouth. It was Addah's specialty, and people flocked in on the nights he prepared it. I was now preparing it in his place. We would see how it all turned out.

Fes watched diligently, as did two others—Rane and Wald were there. If I'd known that Wald would come I might have stayed away, but I forged ahead, ignoring him. He was used to this—he'd watch me before, although he never seemed to learn anything.

"You cut the uyto fruit with a fork?" Fes asked as I worked.

"Or a pastry cutter," I said. "It needs to be in fine strings, instead of cubes. It cooks faster and you get the flavor into the sauce right away. It can go wrong if you use chunks—the sauce won't be as smooth, either. Actually, since it will be easier to acquire gishi fruit, I was thinking about substituting that for the uyto fruit."

"That sounds wonderful," Rane sighed.

"I'll try it soon, if I can get my hands on the fruit. Now, for the pepper and spices," I flung all of it into the pan on the stove with my fingers while Fes watched avidly beside me.

"Want to slice the beef, Rane?" I asked. He looked to be itching to do something. He nodded enthusiastically and did a fine job, layering it in the pan as he should. Once the sauce was ready, I poured it over the six pans of beef and slipped them into the ovens. Then we started on the fowl in white reduction and two other dishes. The fish would cook last—it took the least amount of time.

While we worked on that, I asked Fes if he'd like to serve a special cake as one of the desserts. He did. We swirled chocolate, cream and raspberry into a cake batter, cooking it in a moderate oven. It came out looking and smelling like a dream. Fes prepared the sweet sauce to drizzle over the cake while I told him how to make it. The time to open the restaurant had come and guests were arriving when the beef came out of the oven. Fes dipped out a slice and passed the plate around among us.