The Gray Wolf Throne (47 page)

“And maybe i would be, if it was done differently.” He shook his head. “Don’t you get it? it makes me look a fool that i didn’t even know about it. Like you were gifting a favorite instead of meeting an obligation.”

raisa winced, biting her lip. “i was tired of Lord Bayar calling you ‘Alister,’ and ‘the thief,’ so i thought i’d give you a title.” 408

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“Do you think that will stop him?” Han snorted. “
Alister
and
thief
don’t bother me so much. At least they’re accurate. it’s when they call me your doxie that i object.” His voice shook, and it seemed to take a moment to master himself. He was all sharp corners and frayed edges tonight.

raisa blinked at him, but he swung away again, scowling into the fireplace.

His anger confused her. She hadn’t thought of him as someone who would be overworried about gossip.

Maybe even the rumor that they were lovers repulsed him.

She came up behind him and touched him on the elbow. He flinched but didn’t turn around.

“people will talk at court,” raisa said. “There’s no way to stop them.”

He said nothing.

“They’re talking about me as well,” she said. “it’s my reputation too.”

“you think i’m worried about my bloody
reputation
?” Han finally turned and looked at her. “if they think you favor me, if they think i’m your pretty-boy plaything, they’ll come after both of us. The only thing that stands between me and them is fear and respect. i’ve got to make show.”

“we’re not in Southbridge anymore,” raisa said. “it’s not like you’re muscling into another gang’s territory.”

“no?” Han raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you think. walking into the wizard Council house will be a lot like walking into Southbridge after midnight wearing ragger colors and carrying a sack full of gold.”

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retorted. “you’re the one that asked to be on the council. what did you think would happen?”

“The thing is, you can’t be waving me like a red flag in front of the wizard Council.” He gripped her arms and looked down at her. “Listen. For both our sakes, you have to act like you hate me. Like you don’t want me here at all.”

“i hate you?” raisa rolled her eyes, exquisitely aware of his hot fingers on her upper arms. “well, that makes sense. That’s why i gave you the room next to mine and named you to the wizard Council.”

“Let them think you’re doing it against your will,” Han said.

“Maybe you’re doing it under pressure from Dean Abelard. They already think i’m crewing for her. or maybe i’m blackmailing you. if they think you don’t really want me on the council, they won’t guess i’m your pair of eyes.”

“i don’t want people to think i can be bullied,” raisa countered.

“Better that than they think we’re allies,” Han said. “we got to amuse them for a while until i get my game going. After that it won’t matter.”

what
is
your game? raisa thought. Are we really allies?

what are you really after? revenge on the Bayars? is it all about that?

“it’s a little late to convince them we’re enemies, don’t you think?” raisa said. “After the Queen’s Council meeting and all.” Han laughed, but it had a bitter edge. “nah, they’ll go for it.

Despite the rumors, bluebloods don’t want to believe you could be allies with a streetrat. it turns their stomachs. They’d be happy to know different.”

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We’re not al like that
, raisa wanted to say. But knew it would do no good.

“But that still puts you at risk,” raisa said. “if people think you’re my enemy, it’ll be open season on you. everyone—even my friends—will be out to get you.”

“Trust me, it’s even riskier if they think you and i are tight,” Han said. “That makes nobody happy. The wizard Council begins to think about hushing both of us and putting Mellony on the throne. The clans’ll be all over me if they think there’s something between us. your father is already jumpy because you put me on the council.”

“But you’ll be all alone,” she said. “you can’t fight everybody.”

“
I’l
be alone?” He looked her up and down, his mouth quirk-ing into a half smile. “who’s more alone, you or me? i don’t have many friends, but at least i can count on those i have. nobody’s cozying up to me in order to get ahead.”

raisa took a quick breath, meaning to disagree. Then released it without speaking. He was right, of course.

Han smiled like he knew he’d scored a point. “i can take care of myself. i have some allies, and i’ll find some more; you’ll see.” He paused, searching her face, his gaze traveling from her eyes to her lips. “i’m really very personable when you get to know me,” he whispered.

releasing his hold on one arm, he tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

raisa was acutely conscious of how close he was, the pale stubble on his cheeks, the memory of past kisses.

Coming up onto her toes, she reached up with her free hand and pulled his face down toward her. She kissed him with a kind 411

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of desperation, winding her fingers into his hair to prevent escape.

He put his hands on her shoulders as if he meant to push her away, but then slid them down onto her shoulder blades and lifted her up and into him. His lips seemed to sizzle against hers, sending a current all the way to her toes.

once he got started, he couldn’t seem to stop. He kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth, the space beneath her chin and behind her ear, leaving heat behind wherever his lips touched her skin.

He was breathing hard, and she could feel his heart hammer-ing under the silk.

“Sweet Hanalea,” she murmured, gripping his lapels, her own heart thudding painfully. “i have missed you so much.”

“Look,” he growled, swallowing hard. “This is not a good idea. i just . . . i’d better go before we . . .”

“Don’t go.” Desire sluiced through her, washing away all good intentions. She slid her hands to the back of his neck, drawing his head down again, stoppering his mouth with hers and crushing her body against his.

He scooped her up, carried her to the couch, and depos-ited her on it. Squeezing in next to her, he pulled her close.

raisa pulled his linen shirt free of his breeches, sliding her hands underneath. They lay together in a muddle of velvet and silk.

raisa’s fingers brushed Han’s muscled shoulders and back, down to the curve at the base of his spine, mapping the evidence of old hurts.

Han’s lips grazed her skin, giving her the flaming shivers, his caresses wilting what remained of her resistance.

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ear. “i didn’t mean to do this. it’s just . . . really hard to resist when you—”

A knock came at the door, and they jerked apart. it was the door to the corridor this time. Han rolled to his feet in a heartbeat, straightening his clothing and combing his fingers through his touseled hair.

raisa sat up reluctantly. She couldn’t help thinking Han was used to quick getaways from interrupted trysts.

The tapping was repeated. “your Highness?” a woman called.

“May i bring your supper in?”

it took raisa a moment to get her voice going. “Just leave it outside,” she said, her speech thick and strange.

After a moment’s hesitation, the woman said, “i can’t leave your supper in the corridor, your Highness. you know it isn’t safe.”

“i’m not hungry,” raisa murmured to Han, raising both hands to stay him when he turned toward the door to his quarters.

Han shook his head. “i’ll go,” he whispered, leaning so close that his warm breath tickled her skin. “i was right to start with.

This
isn’t
a good idea, and it won’t happen again.” He moved silently to the connecting door. “Good night, your Highness,” he mouthed. He stepped through and closed it behind him with a soft click.

Bones
, raisa thought, frustration like a stone in her middle.

nobody was acting like they were supposed to.

She stood, rearranged her gown, and waited for the blood to stop lurching through her veins. outside the glow of the firelight, shadows shifted in the gloom, light reflecting off golden eyes and white teeth.

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of course, she said to herself miserably. A danger to the line.

everything i do or want is a danger to the line.

She stepped to the door, unlatched it, and took several paces back. “All right,” she called to the servants outside, her voice nearly normal. “you can bring it in.”

The door swung open, revealing a tall, broad woman in an ill-fitting blue uniform, carrying a tray covered in a napkin. Someone she didn’t know, raisa realized. The soldier’s eyes swept the room quickly, then she stepped forward and to the side, revealing two men behind her, armed with swords.

They rushed toward raisa as the woman dropped the tray onto the table with a clatter. She turned and bolted the door behind her, then scooped a brace of knives from under the napkin, one in each hand.

it all seemed to happen in slow motion, like a dream in which raisa’s feet were fastened to the floor, her cries stuck in her throat. The two swordsmen came at her from either side, smiling because they knew that with the door bolted they’d have time to finish their work even if she called for help.

They would be on her before she could wrench open the door to Han’s suite, assuming it wasn’t locked. raisa fled screaming into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She struggled to slide the bolt across, leaping back as blades splintered the wood of the door.

Dimitri’s staff stood propped in the corner of her room, and raisa snatched it up, holding it horizontally across her body as the latch gave.

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dropped his sword and went down like a rock, clutching at his face with both hands. Before raisa could bring her staff back into position, the other two were inside.

The woman with the blades dropped her knives and picked up her fallen comrade’s sword. Again, they came at raisa from two sides. even given the length of the staff and her hard-earned skill with it, she couldn’t defend against both at once.

raisa continued to shout for help, thrusting at first one assassin and then the other in order to stay out of the reach of their blades. where was her guard? Talia and Trey should be right outside. why weren’t they responding?

Then, beyond the assassins, Han materialized in the doorway, rimed with light, one hand on his amulet, the other extended, looking like the Demon king himself. He spoke a charm in a cold deadly voice.

The sound startled her attackers, and they started to turn.

Flame boiled through the doorway, engulfing the soldier in the lead. The man screamed and jittered in a macabre dance, batting at his burning skin.

The remaining assassin half turned, distracted by what had happened to her comrade, and raisa took this opportunity to smash her staff into her throat, a killing blow Amon had taught her. The assassin crumpled in place, her head at an odd angle.

The terrible stench of burning flesh stung raisa’s throat, penetrated her nose, and brought tears to her eyes. She shrank back against the wall, coughing violently. Her stomach threatened to evict its contents.

The flaming assassin lurched across her room to the window.

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to quench the flames in the river below.

Han charged across the room after him. The traitorous guards-man crouched on the broad stone sill for a long moment, then launched himself through the open window and fell like a flaming star from her sight.

raisa flattened herself against the wall, the tip of her staff drooping to the floor and banging against it as she shook uncon-trollably. Han crossed the room to her, taking hold of her arms to keep her from toppling over. “Are you all right?” he asked, looking fiercely into her eyes. “Did they stick you? even a minor scratch?”

She knew he was thinking of poison, and she shook her head mutely.

Han released her and stalked across the room. He bent over the two assassins on the floor of her bedchamber, pressing his fingers against their necks, looking for a pulse. He looked up, shaking his head. “next time, try and leave somebody alive to question, all right?” he said.

“you should talk,” she retorted, a bit of her usual starch returning. “Setting people on fire like that, you . . .” She stopped abruptly, thinking of his mother and sister.

“Th—thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for saving my life yet again.”

“no,” he said suddenly, unfolding to his full height. “it was you. it was all you, understand? i was never here.” raisa stared at him, momentarily forgetting about throwing up. “what are you talking about?”

“it won’t help our plan if your enemies think i saved your life again,” Han said. “Stands to reason you’d be grateful, right?” 416

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“our plan?” raisa stammered, unclear that they had one.

Han chewed his lower lip, thinking, the fingers of his right hand beating an uneven rhythm on his thigh. Then he picked up a lamp from the table, blew out the flame, and smashed it on the floor. oil splattered everywhere.

“what are you doing?” raisa cried, leaping back to avoid being cut by flying glass.

She heard shouts outside in the corridor, followed by bodies slamming against the locked door. “your Highness!” someone shouted outside the door, his voice ragged with fear and desperation.
Bam!
He hit the door again. “raisa!” it was Amon.