Tempt the Stars (16 page)

They didn’t get any from the guards.

But for a moment, everyone was watching the show instead of the line, and we slipped through.

“This way, quickly,” Rian said, pulling us out of the crush around the gate and into the more anonymous crowd.

Or, at least, that’s what it looked like she said. I couldn’t hear a damned thing. To the sounds of people talking and cart wheels squeaking and animals bleating and merchants cursing and music blaring from every tavern on every street had just been added a blast of horns from the higher walls, heralding the arrival of night.

I grabbed Rian’s arm, so I wouldn’t lose her, and gave up on subtlety. Nobody could hear me in all this anyway. “Where are they keeping him?” I yelled, only to have her nod at the street directly ahead of us. And say something I couldn’t make out, because I don’t have vampire hearing.

But then, maybe I didn’t need it.

Far above the smelly, raucous, lively streets was a long, low, elegant building of balconies and terraces and a few graceful towers. Patches of greenery interlaced the stone here and there, almost shocking in this landscape. What looked like fountains caught the last of the light in a few places. And while the place looked like it had also been carved out of the local stone, it must have come from a different strata. Because it was a pale, honey gold that shimmered against the darker layers all around, as if laced with gold dust.

If ever anything had screamed
palace
, that was it.

“It’s not behind the highest wall,” Caleb said, in my ear. As if he’d come to the same conclusion.

“So . . . that’s good at least.”

“Depends.”

I turned to look at him. “On what?”

“On what’s on those upper three levels.”

They were dark, now that the local sun had set, set into the cliffs under an overhang of stone, with just a few stray lights gleaming here and there ominously. Like a heavy brow over glittering eyes. I felt myself start to tense up again, even without knowing why.

And then I got a reason when Caleb gave me a massive shove from behind.

I stumbled and then hit the ground, wrenching a wrist and skinning my hands in the process. But I didn’t mind. Because a moment later, somebody in a swift-moving chariot tore through the souk—including the area where I’d just been standing. If I’d stayed where I was, I’d have been crushed under its wheels like the worldly belongings of one unfortunate immigrant.

The driver never even appeared to notice. I watched from the ground as he turned onto one of the spokelike streets radiating out from the hub formed by the gate, his bright green silk robe flapping as he whipped his chariot back and forth on a crazy course that seemed intent on doing the most damage possible. Until it hit the front of a shop and crashed inside, the camel creatures bucking and rearing and making enough noise to cut through even the noise of the crowd.

The driver jumped off, laughing, and disappeared into a tavern across the street, along with a girl in a skimpy outfit.

Leaving the merchant with the camel-filled shop to sort things out for himself.

And me to get hauled off the ground by an irate war mage.

“Thanks,” I told him. “I didn’t see—” I stopped, because Caleb wasn’t looking real concerned over my skinned knees right now. Caleb was looking the way Pritkin had a few times back when we’d first met.

Right before he tried to kill me.

“What?” I said, looking around for another chariot. But the street was clear—at least of maniacal vehicles. People were washing back into the lane, including the immigrant’s family scurrying to collect what remained of their belongings. Things were returning to what passed for normal around here.

But Caleb didn’t look like he thought so.

“Notice anything?” he hissed.

“What are you—” I stopped because I had. I’d just noticed something. Not something added, but something missing.

Or somebody.

“Where,” Caleb asked me through clenched teeth, “is that damned vampire?”

I scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of a mouthy vampire in a dusty Obi-Wan robe screeching about being almost run down. Or a calm, serene one under the control of a being probably used to the crazy drivers around here. There was no one at all but the thinning stream of people through the gate and the life around the shops getting back to normal.

I didn’t understand. We’d been distracted for only a second. Where could she have gone so fast? And why would she just leave us in an alien city filled with guards who probably had our pictures taped to their dartboards?

My mouth felt dry, so I swallowed. “I asked her where Pritkin was being kept. Maybe she went off to find out.”

Caleb shot me a furious look. “And maybe she went off to win bonus points with her lord and master by ratting us out!”

I shook my head. “That’s ridiculous. If she didn’t want me going after Pritkin, all she had to do was stay in Vegas. I’d never have made it this far without her. I could have opened the gate, but not gotten past the guards. I needed an incubus for that—”

“And she made sure you got one!”

“Yes, so why help us if she just planned to turn us in?”

“Perhaps she thought she’d get more if we proved a credible threat,” Caleb said, seething. “Telling her precious master what we have planned while we’re still in Vegas might win her a point or two. But if she stops us when we’re actually in his city, when we’re less than a mile from our goal, she could expect him to be a lot more generous!”

“Not if she helped us get in to begin with!”

“She can say she was afraid if she didn’t go along, we’d manage to find another way in, and she wouldn’t be able to warn him since she wouldn’t know what it was.”

I tried to think of an objection to that—tried hard. Because if Rian had decided to rat us out, we were pretty much screwed. And that was especially true a moment later, when a rolling, metallic sound clattered across the souk, coming from the direction of the gate.

The door on this side was still open, and still coughing out straggling parties of new arrivals. But I had a really bad feeling that maybe that wasn’t the case on the other side. It looked like they were rolling up the welcome mat for the night—with us inside.

“She timed it perfectly, all right,” Caleb snarled, grabbing my hand and jerking me toward one of the side streets.

“Caleb, listen,” I said, running along behind. “She’s helped Pritkin before, more than once. She’s even put herself in danger to help him. There’s no reason to believe—”

“There’s every reason! You heard her yourself. She’s overdue to return, probably by a few hundred years. Maybe Rosier got tired of her little dodge and her helping his wayward son, and told her she had to make room for someone else. And maybe she decided to hell with that—and to hell with us!”

And damn it, that sounded horribly logical.

“Then why did Casanova spend all that time arguing with us?” I demanded. “He was trying to turn us back!”

“Maybe she told him to ham it up, to make sure we didn’t suspect anything. Or maybe he really didn’t know. He’s a vamp, and they always look out for number one. And Mircea is his master. What kind of reception do you think he’ll get when Mircea finds out he put you in danger?” He whirled on me suddenly. “Can he stop her from saying anything? Can he at least slow her down?”

“If she stays inside his body, maybe. I don’t know. But she doesn’t have to. She can come and go as she pleases, and I don’t think he has any control over that.” At least none that I’d ever seen.

Caleb used one of Pritkin’s favorite swearwords. And then he used a few more. “Fucking demons. You can’t trust them, not any of them. I
knew
better—”

I didn’t bother pointing out that that was not exactly PC, because at the moment, I kind of agreed with it. “Fucking demons” sounded kind of like the phrase for the day.

Especially since I was about to run a bunch of them down.

“Where are we going?” I asked, ducking and dodging, and trying to avoid slamming into someone and putting a flashing arrow over our heads.

“Away. She’ll be expecting us to stay put, to think we lost her in the crowd. She probably thought she’d be able to tell the guards right where to find us, while we wandered around, eating kebabs or some shit.”

“So, what’s the plan instead?”

“To find a place to hide!”

“Hide?” I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the shade of a balcony someone had forgotten to roll up. It wasn’t much as a hiding place went, but at least it was off the street. “You know what the odds are of us avoiding them until morning?” I asked. “Or of making it back to the portal if we do?”

“You got a better idea?” he demanded. “Because I’m good—I’m real good—but I’m not going to be able to fight our way out of here!”

“Not on your own. But there’s somebody else here who knows the place at least as well as Rian.”

Caleb made a disgusted sound. “Casanova’s her creature. He’s also petrified of ruining that pretty face of his. Even if he didn’t turn traitor, we can’t rely on him to do a damned—”

“Not Casanova!” I said, because I pretty much agreed with that sentiment.
“Pritkin.”

Caleb looked at me like I’d finally tipped the scales, like I’d been hovering in his mind between eccentric and downright nuts, and he’d finally decided where the arrow pointed. “And just how,” he said heavily, “do you expect us to reach him? The odds were bad enough before; any minute now, we’ll have the whole city on our asses!”

“But the city will expect us to be hiding, if we figured it out, or hanging around the souk if we didn’t. They won’t expect us to be going after Pritkin.”

“Yes, yes, that’s probably true.
And there’s a reason for that
,” Caleb hissed. And then he abruptly pulled up the hood on my robe.

“What—”

“Don’t look behind you, but a bunch more guards just ran into the souk.”

So much for any lingering faith I had in Rian. Goddamnit! If she had a neck, I’d wring it, I thought, glaring through the space under his arm at a bunch of guards who were pulling off veils and jerking robes apart and generally acting like none of the people had any damned rights at—

My thoughts screeched to a halt, just like something else had recently. Something else that was still poking out of a ruined shop front. Because around here, you were either a have or a have-not, and it looked like the haves could do whatever the hell they damned well pleased.

And nobody questioned it.

“Come on,” I told Caleb. “I have an idea.”

*     *      *

“You’d think we’d get more for a fine camel thing than that,” I grumbled at Caleb, ten minutes later.

“Ever since the XP-38 came out, they’re just not in demand.”

“What?”

“You don’t get cultural references, do you?”

I frowned. “I get them. You just have weird ones.”

“That was from
Star Wars
. It wasn’t weird.”

“I’ve seen
Star Wars
and that wasn’t in it.”

“In the first movie, when they’re in the desert?” he asked. “When they have to sell Luke’s speeder?”

“Oh. You mean the old ones.”

“The old ones? The
old
ones? You mean the only good—” He saw my expression. “Never mind. What did we need more money for?”

“So I could get an outfit like yours,” I said, looking enviously at the rich green woolly fabric of his long, caftanlike garment. It was warm. It was attractive. It covered his ass.

“What’s wrong with the one you have on?”

“Other than the fact that I look like a hooker?”

I tugged at the back of the tight pink panties I was wearing, but it didn’t help. They were still at least two sizes too small and riding up my butt. But they’d been the closest thing the merchant we picked had that we could afford. And we hadn’t had time to comparison shop.

Of course, it didn’t matter if you were in a nice, all-encompassing robe like Caleb’s. It was a little more problematic when it came to sexy slave girl attire, particularly when the only thing I had on besides the ass-baring panties was a pair of diaphanous, slit-up-to-heaven harem pants and a top that wasn’t covering as much as my bra had. But it was the pants that were really bothering me for some reason.

“You look like
I Dream of Jeannie
without the ponytail,” Caleb said, helping not at all.

“I think it looks like they copied it from a low-rent
Aladdin
,” I snapped. “Along with everything else.”

“If there was copying, I’d say it was the other way around,” Caleb said, glancing a little longingly at the buildings we were passing. The people here might not have wood, but they’d used what they had to full advantage, carving lintels, columns, stairs, even elaborate grills over their windows, all out of the same red stone.

Caleb looked like he’d have liked a chance to explore a little. He looked like the proverbial kid in the candy store, only without any money. I felt kind of bad for him suddenly.

But I didn’t think hanging around would be too healthy.

“What?” I asked.

“The incubi came from here to earth, right?” he asked.

I nodded.

“And this place came first. So I’d say the incubi brought bits of this culture to earth, not the other way around.”

“Yeah, but why
these
bits?” I asked, still trying to dig one out of my ass.

Caleb just looked at me. “Really? You have to ask why incubi would encourage an outfit like that?”

I sighed. “It’s just . . . once, you know? Just once, I’d like to go on a mission without my butt hanging out, or getting shot, or otherwise being an issue.”

“Look at it this way,” he said, handing me up to the back of the semiwrecked chariot we were about to steal. “Maybe the guards will be too busy staring at it to pay us any attention.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” Or maybe we were about to make Rosier’s job really, really easy. But at least the shop owner wasn’t trying to stop us, even though Caleb’s outfit was striped and the other guy’s had been plain, and even though his skin had been a different color, and even though I was a blonde and the driver had left with a brunette.

Of course, he was an incubus, so I supposed that last one could be explained.

But nobody was asking about the other stuff, either. Nobody was even looking directly at us, as if our glorious presence was too much for them to bear. In fact, Caleb got a little too close to a porter when he was fighting with the camel things, who had been contentedly grazing on the shopkeeper’s wares all this time and were in no hurry to leave. And the man turned over his wheelbarrow, scattering packages everywhere, rather than brush up against the hem of Caleb’s robes.

Damn it, I hadn’t been here an hour and I already hated this place.

I really hoped I wasn’t going to be a permanent resident.

“All right, then,” Caleb said, gathering up the reins. And then he just stood there.

“All right, then,” I agreed.

“All. Right,” he said again, his lips pursing, as we continued to go nowhere.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, after a few seconds.

He shot me a glance. “You don’t, uh, know how to drive one of these things, do you?”

I looked at him. “Do I know how to drive a chariot, Caleb? Is that what you’re asking me?”

He sighed. “Yeah. Me, neither.”

He fiddled with the reins some more, until one of the camel things turned around and gave him a withering look. Caleb glowered at it. “You know, they don’t cover this in war mage training!”

“Do they cover stunning spells?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I think the owner wants his chariot back.”

And I had to give it to Caleb. He might not be rivaling Ben-Hur anytime soon, but there was nothing wrong with his reflexes. He spun and thrust out a hand, and the pissed-off demon who had just lurched out of the bar went flying. Literally—the spell tore the guy off his feet and sent him sailing back at least five yards, crashing through the open front of the tavern and scattering chairs and tables and patrons everywhere.

And normally, that would have been that. Except for the fact that we weren’t anywhere normal. So what happened instead was that a now super-pissed-off incubus rose out of its unconscious host and came for us, at about the same time that a dozen or so guards who’d been searching shops down the street realized they’d just hit the jackpot.

Well, this part’s normal, I thought, and grabbed the reins. And Caleb started firing off spell after spell in what in a lesser mage might have looked like a panic. But war mages didn’t panic. Or if they did, they made sure everyone in the vicinity was right there with them.

And there’s nothing like the threat of imminent death to turn formerly meek people into a raging mob. A few fire spells setting half the street alight, a few pulse-types causing all the overhead lanterns to burst in a colorful rain, a few hammerlike percussion blows to wagons and piles of goods and tables outside eateries, and suddenly, the guards had more to worry about than us. Like being trampled as everyone on our end of the street, all couple hundred of them, suddenly decided they wanted to be somewhere else.

Everybody but His Assholeness, that is, who just kept coming.

But that was okay, because the fire had finally done what we couldn’t and gotten the camels moving. Only they weren’t just moving, they were
moving
, in a blind panic and with no more concern than their owner had shown for anybody else’s person or property. I tried to steer them away from the people at least, but it was a little hard with so many running everywhere, and while also holding on for dear life. And Caleb couldn’t help me, being busy trying to find out what in his arsenal worked on an incubus.

Not much, it looked like, and the demon was still coming and the state of the street didn’t seem to bother him, because now he wasn’t so much running after us as flying, and I didn’t think we’d like what would happen when he caught up.

“My bag,” I gasped at Caleb as we barreled through a gate, the incubus right on our heels and extra sparkly in the dimmer light of the brief tunnel.