The Fractured Sky (9 page)

The cambion stood and stared at her for a long time. His eyes bored into hers, roamed up and down her body, lingering appreciatively in certain places. She had assumed her true form when they had returned to her chambers, but he hadn’t noticed before right then. For the first time in a very long time, Kaanyr seemed…

Hungry, Aliisza decided. She actually began to blush beneath that gaze.

Kaanyr seemed to shake himself out of his carnal stupor. “I’m not the only one behaving oddly,” he said. He turned and sat upon a cushioned chair on the far side of the room. “You are not yourself, either.”

Aliisza caught herself feeling a bit jealous that Kaanyr had managed to stroll away so easily. She didn’t want the moment to end quite like that.

“Who’s to blame for that?” she asked, feeling the tiniest bit petulant. “Who arranged for me to become trapped here,

under the tutelage of an angel? What did you expect would happen?”

“Zasian assured me that his protective spells would ward you from any true change.” Vhok’s voice was quiet. “Did he lie about that, too?”

Aliisza thought for a long moment before answering. “No,” she said at last. “But he didn’t tell you the truth, either. What he did—the spells that he wove over me to shield me from Tauran’s influence—wasn’t so much a protective mask as it was a… reversion.”

Kaanyr cocked his head to one side. “Explain,” he demanded.

“He didn’t cast a spell that would shield me from something Tauran forced on me. He cast a spell that would change me back at the end.”

“So the angel’s damnable tricks took hold?” Kaanyr narrowed his eyes and scowled.

“That’s just it,” Aliisza said, feeling uneasy. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit her next words to herself, much less to Kaanyr. “There were no tricks, my love. He only showed me a perspective.”

“Perspective about what?”

“About the nature of goodness. It’s not so easy to explain. I’m not sure I understand it myself.”

“I’m not sure I want to,” Kaanyr countered, waving her away.

“Oh, but you will hear what I say!” Aliisza shouted, angry at his flippant dismissal. “You are the one who subjected me to it, so you are damn well going to hear me out!”

Kaanyr glowered at the alu, but he finally nodded once, almost imperceptibly. “Because it’s you,” he said.

A flood of old emotions rushed through Aliisza, but she

pushed them away and continued. “I came to understand that I could give myself up, make myself vulnerable, and allow myself to care about others before myself,” she said. “I learned to surrender to caring, because it can come back tenfold, if you let it. I know it doesn’t make any sense to you, because you did not go through what I did, but trust me, there can be times when the benefit you reap is worth the price you pay.”

She could tell by the look on Kaanyr’s face that he either didn’t understand what she was talking about or didn’t care to. She pushed on without letting him interrupt.

“I think Zasian understood what would happen to me and simply lied to you. He might have told you that Tauran’s efforts would involve coercion or divine trickery, but that’s not how it happened. I came to those conclusions on my own. All Zasian did was plant a trigger that would remind me of who I was before—snap me out of it, if you will.”

Kaanyr pursed his lips in thought. “So, where do things stand for you now?” he asked. “Whose side are you on?”

“Thaw just it,” Aliisza said, rising from the bed to begin pacing. She had to choose her next words very carefully. “I’m not on anyone’s side.”

“So you believe this nonsense that the angel spouts?” The cambion’s voice dripped with disgust. “Or else you claim to in order to torment me.”

“No!” Aliisza said, turning to face him. She clenched her hands, feeling helpless to explain. “Not like that,” she said, but her voice was faint. She knew Kaanyr wouldn’t believe her. She didn’t believe the words herself.

The reward you reap is worth the price you pay.

“I love four men,” she said at last, blurting it out before she could think about it.

Kaanyr raised one eyebrow. He looked almost bemused. “That’s just not a word I hear from your lips, lover,” he said, then, when he realized his own irony, added, “at least not used in that way.”

Aliisza almost chuckled. He thought her notion of being in love was stranger than the fact that she shared it among four men. “I love each of you in a very different way,” she said, “and I will not demean any of it by trying to explain them all to you.”

“How noble of you,” he countered. That sardonic tone was back.

“But know that you are one of them,” she said, staring him straight in the eye. “Despite everything that has happened, despite all that you have done to me, I am still yours, lover.” She almost felt herself slip into that provocative, purring tone of voice. She resisted it.

Kaanyr smirked. “You have a strange way of showing it,” he said. “Most of my lovers don’t trick me into entering subservient arrangements with angels.”

Aliisza smiled sheepishly in spite of her pounding heart. “I know,” she said. “I was angry with you. I wanted to punish you.”

Kaanyr raised that single eyebrow again. “Punish me?” he asked. “I don’t take too kindly to punishment,” he said. “From anyone,” he added. His voice carried a dangerous edge to it.

Aliisza did allow herself to slip into that familiar role of temptress then. She sauntered over to Kaanyr. “Perhaps,” she said, and she was almost surprised at how smoky her voice had become, “but I do.” She closed the distance until she was standing directly in front of him. She cocked her hips to one side and rested her hands on them. “Aliisza’s been a good girl,” she said softly. “Make her bad again.”

She held her breath, wondering if it would work.

Kaanyr sat very still, though the alu could see the muscles of his neck working as he swallowed several times. She knew she was getting to him.

“Why are you still here?” he asked, his own voice soft. “You can flee whenever you want. So why remain, be that angel’s lackey?”

Aliisza cast a glance toward the open balcony, saw the roiling storms beyond the opening, and returned her gaze to the cambion’s face. Don’t think I haven’t thought about it, she thought. Almost every second since we got tossed back in here. “Because I want to stay with you,” she answered, and-it was the truth.

Kaanyr nodded. “And who are the other three?” he asked.

Aliisza fought not to show her fear. What will you do when I tell you? she wondered. She took a deep breath. “One, I love like a mother. One, like a daughter. And one no longer even lives,” she said. “But the only one that matters right now, I love in the most mischievous way possible.”

Kaanyr smiled then and reached for Aliisza at last.

But this is a matter of honor!” Tauran argued, his voice rising. It echoed throughout the hemispherical chamber, reverberating back against Kael as he and the deva stood before the Council. Its members sat arrayed in a semicircle, nine solars in all. Each one rested upon a thronelike chair arranged on a raised, curved dais around half the chamber. Kael never liked having to peer upward to face the members. Their silvery faces and golden eyes were inscrutable, and it always left him with the feeling of being on trial.

Perhaps we are on trial, he thought. The whole House has lost its senses. They’ve never questioned Tauran like this before.

Somewhere beyond the chamber, muted rumbles reverberated from the growing chaos sweeping the plane. Kael could feel the power of the storms in the stones beneath his feet. The entire Court of Tyr shook with the energy of the gods’ argument.

So much anger, Kael thought, dismayed. So much energy wasted. Surely they should be— No. Do not think that way.

Do not try to fathom the depths of the gods, he told himself. Serve them well.

Tauran continued. “I made a bargain with the two of them, and I gave them my word.”

“That may be,” said the High Councilor, sitting in the very middle of the assemblage. “But in this instance, it might not have been yours to give. There is much occurring here that we do not yet understand, and you risk not only your own reputation within the Court, but the well-being of many that dwell within the House.”

“They agreed to be bound by obligation,” he said, as if that answered all the Councilors’ doubts. Kael suspected it did not, and he wondered why. What has Tauran ever done to make you doubt? he wondered, frustrated.

“One of them agreed, Tauran, not both,” the High Councilor said. “The cambion is an easy read. He is as manipulative and cunning as he is corrupt, and he will cause you trouble. She, on the other hand, is an unknown factor in all of this, and she has already violated numerous laws as our guest.”

Tauran nodded and spread his hands in supplication. “I cannot defend all of Aliisza’s actions to this point, Councilors, but I can also see how our influences have begun to affect her. She has behaved with more compassion than even I would have imagined. She risked injury to herself in order to save a pair of young petitioners in that village today. I believe she has started down a path to redemption.”

Kael frowned while listening to Tauran describe Aliisza’s selfless act. Redemption? That did not fit the image of her in his mind. Would she have saved them without the protection of your bargain? he wondered.

“This is the third time you have come before us concerning

this being, Tauran,” another of the Councilors said, her feathered wings fluttering behind her to show her impatience. “Each time before, you have asked us to accept your wisdom, to trust you in these matters, despite our better judgment. In both cases, events did not play out as you expected.”

Kael saw Tauran shift from foot to foot, saw the deva’s own wings flutter in agitation. He had never seen the angelic creature seem so… ruffled before. They’re not buying it either, he realized. Maybe trying to sell everyone on her good points isn’t the best way. Torm knows it’s hard for me to see her good side. But you know her better than anyone here, he thought. Convince them so we can go.

“Now you stand before us again, pleading for more leeway,” she continued. “It is not a pattern that lends itself much to confidence and optimism on our part.”

Tauran spread his hands again. “As I have said before this court in the past, I believe our best hope of gaining her trust and ultimately turning her to a path of goodness is to give her some room, some freedom. We must allow her to feel her way through this on her own.”

“Such a course is risky.”

“My plan involves more risk, to be sure, but I believe the greater rewards are worth it. The less we interfere, the more likely it is that she will embrace this new outlook. The more we restrict her, attempt to confine her actions to that narrow path, the more she will resist and turn against us.”

The High Council was quiet for a long moment. Kael wondered if they were silently conversing or merely thinking. The half-drow caught himself wanting to pace and had to force himself to remain still.

He could see both points of the debate. On the one hand, Aliisza was willful and impudent. She was not bound to serve

anyone and could wreak havoc on Tauran’s schemes at any inopportune moment. And Kael detested the idea of relying on immoral fiends, full-blooded or not, in order to hunt down Zasian. The holy power of Tyr and Torm should be enough!

On the other, Tauran’s arguments about the extraordinary nature of the circumstances made for compelling testimony. Members of the Triad were arguing, fighting even, and the entire Court seemed paralyzed, unable to come to any consensus on what to do. All the gatherings, all the proceedings—where little more than debate ever occurred— were growing tiring and irksome. The loyal champion of Torm wanted action.

Even if it means being near her? he asked. As if to answer, Kael felt a strange, uncomfortable sense of curiosity invade his thoughts. He did want to be near her. Why? he wondered, struggling to understand such strange emotions. You have Tauran already. What else do you need? Kael thought again of Aliisza risking herself to save those two children. Would she have done that for me? a tiny part of him wondered. No, he decided, trying to push that thought away. You only want her near to prove to yourself once and for all that she was the uncaring fiend you’ve always imagined, he scolded himself. And you cannot let that jeopardize Tauran’s plans. You have duties.

Still, the image of his mother lingered.

“Here is my fear in all this,” the High Councilor said at last. “That you—and we—are being manipulated by these fiends in ways that we do not yet understand, and we will be filled with regret when we do, when it’s too late. You yourself have admitted to such once already, the second time you stood before us, after the alu escaped your custody.”

Several murmurs of agreement arose from the other

Councilors gathered there. Kael scanned them all, studied their faces, and saw nothing but grim countenances and disapproval. They reflected Kael’s own suspicions. Vhok, Aliisza, and Zasian had pulled off a most extraordinary trick in order to breach the House’s defenses.

“I have little doubt that you believe you are fit to repulse such subterfuge,” the High Councilor continued, “but these beings—these invaders—are clever. Even now, they may be continuing a plot they hatched long ago, designed to take advantage of your willingness to give them leeway. It is in our nature to offer forgiveness, redemption. Such generosity, though natural and good, can be taken advantage of.”

“I am well aware of the risks, Councilor,” Tauran answered, staring down at the polished stones of the floor. “But I am also well aware of Vhok’s and Aliisza’s motivations. I, perhaps better than you, know what they want, what they seek. Not what they claim to want, but what they truly desire. I, unlike you, am in the field, confronting such beings. I deal with them, know their cunning firsthand. I have already used such knowledge to gain their cooperation. It will aid me in keeping my wits going forward, I assure you.”

The Councilors stirred, shifting or murmuring among themselves, but none of them confronted Tauran on that point.