The Shifting Price of Prey (61 page)

Like Paula, Katie’s mum and my friend. Or Ana, Freya’s pregnant mother and my niece; we might not get on, but that meant nothing as it was down to Ana’s fear for herself and
her child. And, same as with Katie and Freya, no way could I live with myself if anything happened to their mothers.

Not to mention there was still the price to be paid for bartering the coins, and the Forum’s future deterrent.

No. If anyone was going to be bartering, it had to be me . . . I eyed my boots, then glanced down at the gold coin in my hand, a plan finally forming in my mind. If I could make it work.

‘Hey, Gold Cat, help me save the kits?’

Save kits
, she growled low.
Yes.

She might be my
ùmaidh
, and house a supposedly powerful primal spirit, but her conversational skills were definitely on the basic side.

‘Okay, here’s what I want you to do,
’
I said, and pictured a series of images in my mind. When I finished, I stripped my bra off from under my T-shirt, refastened it
and held it in front of me. Gold Cat leaped out of my body with a tickling brush of fur, sticking her head through the circle of the bra so it hung round her neck like a wacky-looking collar. I
took a moment to check her out. She was virtually transparent, fading fast enough that I doubted she’d last the night. An odd sadness settled in me. I shook it off and released my hold on the
bra. Now I wasn’t touching it, the Unseen veil I’d taken from my T-shirt and
tagged
to the bra activated, and Gold Cat totally vanished.

‘Good luck,’ I whispered, then slumped in relief as a barely audible chuff told me she’d crossed the circle. I’d been right; the circle didn’t stop things like my
boots, the gold coin and the centurion’s arm, so it had been
cast
to hold me specifically. Just as when Gold Cat had crossed the circle in the cat-shifters’ cave, she
registered as ‘not me’; she didn’t have enough of my soul in her to keep her trapped.

Now I just had to pray she managed to do what I needed. In time.

Another loud gong reverberated through the Forum, signalling the end of what seemed to be a break. I raised my head from the dried grass I’d been plaiting – to take
my mind off worrying about how Gold Cat was doing – and saw the gnome adjusting his mike behind the lectern. The Emperor and Empress had also returned. The Empress was carefully tracing
glyphs over a black wooden box on her knees, while two of the centurions were washing the Emperor’s hands in a wide gold bowl, like the vamp was some sort of decadent despot. Which I guessed
he was. In his world. Never in mine.

He waved the two centurions away. The one carrying the bowl knelt at the edge of the stage, deliberately caught my eye, then tipped the bowl on to the grass below. The water was bloody. Nice.
Then the faint scent of dark spice, copper and liquorice hit me. Malik’s blood. Malik was here. Some part of me had known he was, but his blood confirmed it. And he was hurt. My chest
constricted – I glared at the Emperor, but he was listening to another centurion. The Empress, however, was looking at me, her expression tense.

A bright spotlight blinded me.

Looked like my cue.

I rubbed the glare out of my eyes, calming my desperate pulse, and cleared my mind. Malik was a centuries-old immortal vamp, and could heal anything. I had to believe that and not agonise about
him. I had to put my plan into action, but Gold Cat hadn’t returned. I had to stall—

‘Genevieve Nataliya Zakharinova,’ the gnome intoned, the mustard-coloured lichen on his head puffing up with importance. ‘The time has come for you to barter the
Emperor’s coin given to you in exchange for that which has been taken by the Forum. For this barter an additional payment is demanded. Your payment will require you to perform a task, here
and now, at the Emperor’s direction. Should you refuse to barter, or refuse the task, that which the Forum has taken becomes the Forum’s property to do with as it will.’

Nothing new there. Good. ‘What’s the task?’

He looked down at me smugly. ‘If you agree you will be told.’

I’ve got to go in blind? Could it get any better?
C’mon, Gold Cat, hurry up.
I shaded my eyes, squinting up at the gnome. ‘What happens if I fail the task?’

‘Failure carries the same outcome as refusal.’

Figured. ‘What if I am not capable of the task, let’s say if I am asked to
stir
and
cast
a simple spell, which is impossible for me to do’
– and
wouldn’t my life be
so
much easier if that wasn’t true –
‘would that be classed as failure?’

‘The task is one you are known to be capable of.’

Which sort of narrowed it down to
absorbing
,
cracking
, or
seeing
when it came to magic. Or ripping the gnome’s heart out and stomping on it. Only I didn’t
think I was going to get that lucky. ‘What happens to me, and that which the Forum has taken, if I succeed?’

The gnome opened his mouth, then closed it and glanced over at the Emperor. Obviously I wasn’t expected to worry about succeeding. I doubted many did. But I’d got Viviane’s
heads up about the Forum’s nasty punchlines.

The Emperor lifted one finger then leaned forwards, raking me with his alien look. I suppressed a shudder. ‘If you succeed, Genevieve Nataliya Zakharinova,’ he said softly,
‘the lot corresponding to my coin tendered will be returned to you.’

Way too unspecific. ‘Will the lot be returned in the same physical, psychic, emotional, mental and magical health as when the lot was taken?’

His left eyelid twitched; almost a flicker of impatience. ‘I cannot give you an absolute answer to your question.’

Fuck. What had they already done to Katie and Freya?
Don’t think about that now. Keep stalling.
‘Will the lot be returned in the same physical, psychic, emotional, mental
and magical health as the lot is now, with a guarantee of no harmful ramifications arising in the future to the lot, the lot’s nearest and dearest, or to me?’

He stared at me unblinking for a long minute then mild interest sparked in his flat green eyes. It turned my gut liquid with terror and made me want to run away and hide. The only time I’d
seen something scarier was the demon last Hallowe’en. I forced myself to keep meeting his gaze.

‘I would be a fool to guarantee a lot’s emotional health,’ he said in his soft voice. ‘But I will guarantee that the Forum, which includes all who are a permanent part of
it, but not those who are peripheral, will not intentionally change the physical, psychic, mental and magical health of the lot, from the point of your surrendering my coin until that time when
your task is completed. If you succeed, I will further guarantee that no harmful ramifications will arise in the future to the lot, the lot’s nearest and dearest, or to you from the
Forum.’

As he finished speaking, I made a pretence of studying the dead grass in my circle. His guarantee was about as good as I was going to get. Better than usual really, since it appeared to nix the
Forum’s future deterrent. Though the fact he was prepared to give it was scary in itself. He really wanted me to do his ‘task’. It also meant I couldn’t stall any longer.
Except—

‘One last thing,’ I said. ‘I want you to tell me how to find that which is lost, and how to join that which is sundered, to release the fae’s fertility from the pendant
and restore it back to them as it was before it was taken.’

The Empress stiffened. The Emperor made a choking sound. It took me a moment to realise he was laughing. ‘If you believe I have the answer you require, Genevieve Nataliya Zakharinova, you
have been misinformed.’

I froze. He didn’t know? But he had to. He was the Emperor. The tarot cards— I hadn’t been misinformed. I’d been played for a fool. As had Tavish. Viviane had somehow
lied, despite the cards being sidhe-made. Fuck. If she thought I’d burn her cards and set her free now—

Unseen fur brushed against my cheek telling me Gold Cat was finally back, reminding me Viviane’s fate could wait. After all, I’d got her cards in my back pocket; she wasn’t
going anywhere.

An Unseen head nudged my shoulder; Gold Cat had been successful. Relief washed over me, making me dizzy. I swallowed back the fear closing my throat and stood, hands cupped behind my back,
feeling her whiskers tickle my palms as she carefully spat out what she carried.

I composed my words, sent another prayer to the gods and held out my fisted left hand to the Emperor.

‘I return to you your coin. I agree to perform your task. And when I succeed, you will return that which the coin is payment for under the guarantee you have offered.’

The Emperor treated me to his alien stare, then nodded. ‘Agreed.’

A small chime sounded, startling me. I hadn’t intended making a sidhe bargain, but looked like the magic was taking an interest in proceedings. Well, I’d just have to suffer whatever
the consequences turned out to be; then, as a perplexed line appeared above the Emperor’s hawk-like nose, I felt a grim satisfaction. Whatever happened, he’d suffer some sort of
consequence from our bargain too, and, if there was any justice, by my hand.

‘A sidhe bargain. It will suffice.’ The Emperor lifted his finger again. ‘Come, Genevieve Nataliya Zakharinova. Give me my coin. Then we shall begin.’

The etched silver and copper chain was swallowed by the earth, and the circle broke with an audible pop.

I strode forward, lifted my hand up and slapped it on the shoulder-height stage, quickly spreading the gold coins (slimy from the Gold Cat’s mouth and my sweat) into a ragged line.

Ten gold coins.

Dismay filled me. She’d missed two, or their owners hadn’t wanted to give them up.

I took a breath. With the empty chain circle, three lots weren’t included in my deal. Fuck.

‘You said coin.’ It was the Empress who spoke.

I looked up. She was frowning, and the gnome was watching avidly. I hadn’t a clue what the shadowy bidders could see, but the blankness of the Emperor’s face told me he understood
what I’d done. But hey, his problem if he didn’t bother to clarify the semantics of the deal.

‘Yep, coin,’ I agreed, pushing the ten gold coins back into a heap. ‘What’s the task?’

I
t took a few minutes for the imperial pair to vacate the stage, along with a guard of vamp centurions and three tongue-lolling wolves. Then, with
the Empress holding the black wooden box like it was about to explode, we all trooped to a large tent half-hidden in the lee of the stage. The tent’s sign said: ‘Green Room –
authorised personnel only’. At the entrance, the imperial pair turned and barred the way, and I had an errant idea that maybe I wasn’t ‘authorised personnel’. But the
churning in my gut told me I wasn’t going to be that lucky.

The Emperor held a hand up, one finger pointing towards the sky. Did anyone else have the urge chop his damn finger off, or was it just me? I swallowed back a hysterical snort and told myself to
get a grip. As on cue, the Empress adjusted her white-knuckled hold on the black wooden box, opened it and held it so I could see the contents. A knife lay in the black velvet interior; shiny
silver blade, twisting horn handle with a teardrop of amber embedded in its end. The hair on my nape stood up as I recognised it.

‘Genevieve Nataliya Zakharinova.’ The Emperor fixed me with his alien gaze. ‘This is Janan, Beloved of Maluk al-Maut, the Bonder of Souls. Forged by the northern dwarves from
cold iron and silver, tempered in dragon’s breath, with a handle carved from a unicorn’s horn and set with a dragon’s tear.’

‘Yeah,’ I said flatly. ‘I know what it is.’
Though not how you got it out of hell . . .
unless it hadn’t gone there with the demon at Hallowe’en.
Which meant someone had snagged it then and kept it until now. I had a choice of someones, but as most were dead, or wouldn’t have known what Janan was, only two counted. One was Tavish, but
it wasn’t him; no way would he let Janan fall into the vamps’ clutches. The other was Malik. I didn’t like where that thought was taking me, so I didn’t follow it.

The Emperor lifted Janan cautiously by his thumb and forefinger, then the Empress bowed her head and stepped back. I gritted my teeth, wanting to grab the knife dangling so temptingly close and
plunge it into his heart. But I’d made a sidhe bargain. I couldn’t try to kill him until I’d finished his task.

His lips curved down as if he knew what I was thinking. ‘Janan can only be wielded by those who have the power to command souls. Deities, demons, angels or their chosen avatars.’ He
offered me the knife. As he did, the teardrop of amber – the dragon’s tear – in its handle seemed to wink at me.

I held my hands up, sensing an out. ‘Okay, well, if that’s the case, you’ve got the wrong girl. None of that applies to me, so the task is a bust. I win.’

He ignored me. ‘Or by one whose soul has already been removed.’

‘Um, I’m pretty sure I still have mine.’

‘Or by an
Anima Devoro
; one who can consume souls.’