Authors: Ann Aguirre
“If I said I'll stay, after we save Shannon, how would you feel?”
“Relieved,” Greydusk said at once. “Sheol needs you.”
“Needs her, you mean.”
The demon gave me a unsettling, toothy smile. “That's semantics, Binder. At this point, you're as much hers as your own.”
Unwelcome truth, but he was correct.
I'm losing this fight
.
I glanced at Chance; he was meant for brighter, better things. I wished he hadn't come back for me with his healed spirit and his grand gesture, ready to love me like I deserved. I wished I'd had the courage to send him away in Laredo, but I had been so hurt that I couldn't bear the thought of being alone. And now my weakness might destroy him too. With a deep breath, I firmed my faltering resolve.
“Well, guys, how do we deal with the Hazo?”
“The first question you must ask, Binder, is what Caim wants of you.”
Once, I'd have said revenge. No question. But I'd realized that demons didn't always react as I expected. I had friends where I'd anticipated persecution and hidden enemies who didn't dare move openly against me, in case I did ascend. Beyond that, a faction had been spying on me for reasons I didn't understand, and now I was inside their compound.
“I have no idea,” I admitted after a moment's thought.
“Would you like me to present a likely theory?” Greydusk asked.
“Go for it.”
“Given what you told me of your prior interaction, Caim is worried that the Hazo will suffer for his role in that debacle. Though he had little control over what the caster forced him to do, the queen is not known for being reasonable or forgiving. I believe he wishes to present your friend as a gift. Amends, if you will.”
“Seriously?” After all this, could it be that easy?
We could walk up to the front gate and get her back? Every nerve in my body insisted that was bullshit. Caim would know I wasn't the queenâunless I let her drive.
Again. I recoiled from the thought, but I wondered if it even mattered now.
It doesn't have to be like that
, the queen whispered.
We could bond. Some of me, enough to convince them. And some of you, so you don't lose everything. It's a fair deal, your most likely chance of survival
.
I stilled.
Why would you offer that? Aren't you going to wipe me out?
There's a small chance you could win. Smother me forever. This way, I don't lose everything. It's a limited-time offer, human. Don't think about it too long
.
When I looked up again, I found Chance and Greydusk regarding me with an odd expression. “Did I zone?”
“For ten minutes,” Chance answered.
“You were with her last night.” Not a question.
But he nodded as if it had been.
“Did she hurt you?”
He replied carefully. “
Hurt
is the wrong word.”
“Pick the right one.”
Chance cast a nervous glance at Greydusk. He didn't want to talk about this in front of the demon.
I responded to the cue. “Could you give us a few minutes? I'll know what I intend to do by then. Go make the arrangements to get us out of here. If Azon asks for another audience, tell him he risks pissing me off.”
The demon inclined his head and backed from the room.
Good. He respects you,
the queen said with satisfaction.
You have made a good beginning even with all the bumbling, human. Your court will not be such a wretched thing after all
.
“You said she didn't hurt you, but⦔ He was clearly holding something back.
“I don't have much self-control. She does this thing with her magick, and I respond. I stop being me. Stop caring about anything but pleasing her.”
God, but it was weird hearing that. Because she was me, essentially, and I hated knowing I'd done that to him. “Are you all right?”
He nodded. “I was glad when she passed out. It took more power than she expected to subjugate me.”
“Why?”
Chance hesitated. And then he told me his deepest secret, a truth his mom hadn't shared. When he finished his quiet summary, I sat back, eyes wide. Greydusk had known Chance carried divine blood, I thought. But I'd imagined he was fucking with us.
“Wow,” I breathed. “Does that change everything?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, how about your whole worldview?”
Chance lifted a shoulder in a bewildered shrug. “It explains my luck, but I don't feel any different. I'm still my mother's son. She's the one who gave up everything to see me raised right.”
That was why I'd fallen in love with him in the first place. I couldn't imagine any other guy finding out he was a demigod and not having it impact his self-esteem. But Chance had always been confident, solid in his sense of self. Once I found that certainty comfortingâ¦and then upsetting because I couldn't match it.
“Are you going to try to contact him?”
“If he'd wanted to be part of my life, he would've been.”
I smiled up at him. “This takes the deadbeat dad thing to new levels, huh?”
“
God
, I want you.” The fervor came from nowhere, at least from my perspective, until I remembered that the demon queen had tormented him last night, wearing my face.
I regretted that, but there wasn't time to rectify the situation.
And why not?
she asked.
Anything of import waits on our pleasure
.
There was seductionâand evilâin such complete self-absorption. I fought her lazy desire, rolling over me in waves. When I made love with Chance again, it would be because we both wanted it more than anythingâwith no help from outside stimulation. Something about Sheol stirred his sex drive, making him more primitive, and she didn't help with her teasing.
“Do you think your divine blood might be reacting to
the demon magick, in addition to the compulsion as consort?” No wonder he wasn't himself.
“Probably,” he said, still looking at me as if he wanted to bend me over.
“Dial it down. We have work to do.”
My sharpness returned him to himself and he regained his composure, but his eyes retained that hungry edge. “I'll find Greydusk.”
While they were gone, I used the facilities, freshened up, and found a change of clothes. These fell between my ornate robes from the Luren and the simple street garb the demon procured for me later. Though this outfit was all black, it had a satiny pattern imprinted on it so that it showed in each flicker of the light. I liked the knee boots that came with it. I almost felt like a queen, dressed like this.
Only if you intend on doing some killing, little human girl. Otherwise you're not
nearly
elegant enough.
Because I suspected it would irk Ninlil, I ignored her. Pretended I couldn't feel her like a cancer in my brain or hear her insidious voice.
By the time the others returned, I had a headache from her shrieks.
For now,
I
was in control.
“How sure are you that the Hazo aim to make amends?” I asked Greydusk.
The demon's gray skin paled, as if he couldn't bear the thought of disappointing me.
Her
. “I could send a messenger. Discover their intentions.”
“That might be best.”
“We can't spend too much longer here,” Chance said. “Or the other castes will get jealous.”
“An astute observation.”
I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this before. “Is there a palace somewhere? Or a royal residence the castes weren't allowed to claim?”
“There is,” Greydusk replied slowly. “Likely to be in rags and ruins, however. It's beenâ¦uninhabited since Ninlil left us.”
I was murdered,
the demon queen raged.
Murdered!
And what did you fools do to avenge me after the angel ripped my power away? Nothing! You cowered in Xibalba and squabbled over scraps like this pitiful animal.
She wrested enough control from me to cut her eyes at Butch, whom she wanted to kill for some reason.
“Then let's make our intentions clear. I'm tired of running. Tired of hiding. Take me there.” The crack of demand in my voice, well, it came partly from me and partly from her.
Maybe that fusion she'd mentioned was already under way. Even as I loathed her, it was better than losing myself entirely. I would dig in and cling to it as long as possible, fight tooth and nail. I'd never resign myself to captivity in my own head. Power over demons ran on my father's side of the family; that must count for something.
We marched out of the Dohan stronghold as we'd come. I kept my eyes straight ahead, and none of the lesser demons dared look at me long enough to detect a difference from the day before. I ignored them all, and that seemed to suffice.
Finally, I had a handle on the situation. I'd use my power, such as it was, to get the Hazo to set Shannon free. That was smarter than attacking the warrior caste. If I fought them, that would indicate that I saw them as a worthy foe. If I
commanded
them, they would kneel, especially if Greydusk read our circumstances correctly.
Outside the Dohan compound, we didn't have a chance to arm up before they pounced. A flash of magick fell on me like a net. The queen howled her bootless fury, but I was already caught, an insect in amber. All around me, the air felt thick and slow. I couldn't move so much as my fingertips.
“Corine!” That strangled cry was the last I heard from Chance.
I couldn't even turn my head to see how he fared.
Complacent
. I had listened too much to the dark lady in my head. To my detriment, I had forgotten the one lesson I'd learned as a child.
There are always enemies.
And now they had me. Greydusk had warned me there
were factions who didn't want to see the queen return. I had chosen speed over caution in reaching the Drinkers, and now my true foe had us.
A magician stepped forward, clad in midnight robes etched in bloodred sigils. His hair was long, twined in complicated plaits, and vestigial horns sprouted from his forehead. “Load them up quickly, before the snare wears off.”
This is the one who set the magus trap,
the queen said.
I recognize the stink of his magick. I will enjoy skinning him when I get free
.
For once, I didn't disagree. Too bad about the Vortex Greydusk had mentioned. Otherwise, I could call the Gorder to save us again once the spell failed. They couldn't keep the snare alive forever with the queen working to dismantle it. I gave her the lead, knowing I had no hope of setting us free. But this time my world didn't go dark. It was like I sat at her shoulder, watching. Still here. Still me.
I told you,
she said.
It needn't be all or nothing. We can becomeâ¦symbiotic
.
My body and your magick?
Precisely
.
I wasn't ready to accede, but I was closer, and she had to know that. How many times had she made this offer? How many times could I be strong enough to decline? I tasted her triumph on the tip of my tongue.
Do you know who's got us?
Her displeasure flashed through me.
No. These beasts belong to a new caste. No wonder they oppose my return
.
I racked my brainâand then I made the connection. Greydusk had said only the Saremon could have created the magus trap; now the queen recognized the smell of their magick. Which meant they had tried to capture us once already. That knowledge didn't help at the moment, but it might down the line. While I waited, helpless, a minion loaded my frozen body into the back of a cart. There, they bound me and sealed my mouth with a foul-tasting mixture. Then they stole my athame and the packs containing all my worldly goodsâ¦and Shannon's.
Just in case
, I supposed. When the paralyzing spell wore off, I would kill them
all
for this.
And though the dark queen approved, it was my thought.
All mine.
They have Butch.
The realization terrified me. He was small and helpless, despite his big heart.
If anything happens to my dogâ
Vengeance,
Ninlil promised, though it was cold comfort.
At this angle, I couldn't see anything but the sky. No way to judge how Chance fared, Greydusk or Butch, either. I just had Ninlil raging in my head, and for the first time, I understood her position perfectly. I took a mental step closer to the union she wanted. This life might not be so bad.
Whoever they are, they'll pay
.
The journey passed in a haze of white-hot rage. In time, the spell weakened, but not enough for me to do more than wiggle my fingers and toes. I was still helpless when more goons dragged me out. Adding to my sense of vulnerability, they blindfolded me and towed me like a statue for a while. I had no sense of direction, only the idea that we'd gone inside, from the cessation of the wind. A door shut somewhere behind us, reinforcing that impression.
At last, they removed the cloth from my eyes. I couldn't speak with my lips sealed, and I had the horrible fear they intended to stuff and mount me. First, they would cut out my insides, fill me with sawdust, replace my eyes with blue glass, and then sew my mouth together for all eternity.
See the demon queen? I bagged her myself
.
“You must be wondering about my intentions,” said a deep voice behind me.
For obvious reasons, I held still. I couldn't speak. Couldn't turn to face him. I'd never felt so powerless in my life. Doubtless, that was exactly what they intended. So I waited for him to tell me more. Even Ninlil quieted, listening with a silence that burned with hate and the promise of awful retribution.
“The Saremon care nothing for politics. Nothing for the human realm either. But arcane power? We care a great deal about that. So we will use you in our experiments, of course.” The magician paused significantly.