“No, not all of us are unaware.”
Rhys muttered, “But enough to make it a concern.”
Konrad said, “Well, it doesn’t help convincing people when things like Grigori burning down scribe houses are left unreported.”
Rhys said, “That, I do not understand. I know Damien reported it. I heard him make the call.”
“Oh, we knew it had burned, but it was ruled accidental by the Turkish authorities.”
“No.” Rhys shook his head. “Damien was on the phone with someone in Vienna. He told them it was a Grigori attack. He
told
them that Volund’s soldiers were in the city. That Jaron has ceded control.”
Konrad said, “We never got that message. I only heard rumors and innuendo. Someone died. Someone found a mate. It was never clear what had happened to whom.” He nodded toward Malachi. “And now the story you tell me? If I hadn’t seen his
talesm
so depleted, I’d think you were liars. But no scribe reaches his age with so few spells. It’s unnatural.”
“Did Evren call you?”
“No, but he called an associate I trust. A genealogist from America.” Konrad raised an eyebrow. “This theory they have about your mate’s identity is… unorthodox.”
“Everything we know tells us that it should be impossible,” Rhys said. “But I agree with Evren, no other option makes sense.”
“Irina have taken human lovers over the centuries,” Konrad said. “This has always happened, because they are not bound by touch as we are. It’s not something a family would talk about. As far as I can tell, no children have ever come from those unions. Biologically, we’ve never understood why, but—”
“But Ava’s father is the only possibility at this point. If Jasper Reed’s mother was Irina—who somehow had a child by a human—it’s possible she could have hidden it.”
“And who is his mother? Your mate’s grandmother? Do we know? She must have been extraordinarily powerful for her granddaughter to control so much magic with only a fraction of Irin blood.”
Rhys said, “That’s the problem. We’re having trouble finding anything about her. We found Reed’s medical records from the American foster-care system. Her name had been erased, but that’s not a problem for us, of course.” Rhys glanced at Malachi. “Her first name was Ava, and that’s the only name listed. We have no other evidence of her. No paperwork. She disappeared from the system after she surrendered her son.”
“Is she alive?”
Leo said, “Ava says she isn’t. That her father told her his mother died when he was a child.”
Konrad said to Malachi, “And your mate was named after her grandmother.”
“Apparently.”
“Ava is a very common Irina name,” Rhys added quietly.
Konrad sat back in his chair and looked between the three of them. He looked for a long while as a smile teased the corner of his lips. “You think this is bigger than one misplaced Irina,” he finally said, smiling at Malachi. “You think there are more.”
“If we didn’t know about Ava, maybe we don’t know about others,” Malachi said. “If one Irina had a child with a human lover and hid it, others could have as well. Maybe there are lost Irina out there. If there are, they need us to find them. They are not at home in the human world.”
Rhys added, “And if there are more Irina, if our race was not in danger of dying out, it would change the balance of the council, would it not? If there are lost Irina out there, Grigori would be drawn to them. Perhaps some unity of purpose could be sought. Contain the Grigori
and
find our lost sisters.”
“It would be a goal all would be able to support, even the most hesitant members of the council. An interesting theory,” Konrad acknowledged as he rose to his feet, coffee finished. “But it is only a theory right now. The more pressing issue is the Grigori problem. We don’t need our focus shifted from hunting Grigori to hunting Irina who may not want to be found. It’s foolish and useless. Find Damien. I need to speak to him. If he reported the details of the Grigori attack to someone in Vienna and the report was hidden, I need to know.”
“And you need to know whether whoever he spoke to has suppressed other reports of Grigori aggression,” Leo said. “Communication may have broken down. And if protocol isn’t being followed…”
“I will look into this,” Konrad said. “But now, I must go.”
Malachi, Leo, and Rhys stood to walk Konrad to the door.
“The scribe house in Budapest says that requests for funds are being ignored,” Malachi told him. “They feel they are fighting Grigori without support. Is he the only one?”
Konrad shook his head. “No. But I’m one of the lone voices in the wilderness on this issue.” He waved his arms around the room. “We are in Vienna! Jewel of the Irin crown. Grigori attacks are almost unheard of. They happen… elsewhere. More scribes are concerned about their empty houses and empty beds than the human population. They want mates and families, not war in far-off places.”
Leo snorted. “Budapest is not so far away.”
“Nor is Istanbul. Paris. London.” Rhys frowned. “Do Irin here really not know?”
“Some do. Some don’t. They ignore it if it’s convenient for them.”
Malachi shook his head. “Vienna is slowly being surrounded by increasingly aggressive Grigori. The Fallen are showing their face to us. Powers are shifting. Vienna will not be able to bury the truth for long.”
Konrad said, “Bring Ava and Damien to the city. Give me proof to show the council. Without proof, without testimony, I am speaking to deaf ears.”
“Has Max called yet?”
“No.”
Leo was sitting near the window, staring out into the quiet street when Malachi walked in. He felt restless. There was nothing to do in the city. Rhys was continuing his research at the archives, trying to track down the families and genealogies of other Irina who were known to have taken human mates. Gabriel was at his office, putting together more funds for their search, which Konrad had quietly approved. Leo and Malachi were stuck at the house with nothing to do and no Grigori to fight.
Malachi sat down across from him. “Ava was named after her grandmother,” he said. “It can’t be a coincidence that Jasper Reed named his daughter his biological mother’s name. He was put into the system when he was very young, but he must have known her name.”
“I’m surprised Ava’s mother allowed Reed to name her,” Leo said. “I thought she didn’t have much to do with him.”
“Lena Matheson might not have known the significance. And Ava is a common enough human name.”
“There’s no other record of the first Ava?”
“Not that Rhys has found. Or Konrad’s contact in America.”
Leo was silent for some time. Then he said, “If he knew her name, is it possible he knew more than that?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s a very famous musician, isn’t he? He has a lot of money. Do we know if he was wealthy when Ava was born?”
Malachi said, “Rhys said Reed was already famous when Ava was born.”
“So he probably had money. And if he had money, he could have found his mother. Maybe as an adult, even. Reed might be the reason her records don’t exist.”
“Why would he make his own mother disappear? Especially if she was dead?”
Leo shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“But if he has her records, or knows where they are…” Malachi was starting to see where Leo was going. “There’s no way we could talk to him. He has bodyguards. Handlers.”
“But he only has one daughter.”
“He would tell Ava. Probably.”
“Maybe.”
The phone rang. The loud electronic buzz filled the silent library.
Leo picked it up. “Max?”
Malachi could hear his brother’s voice from across the room.
“Get to Oslo, Leo. Get Malachi and get on a plane
now
.”
Malachi’s heart raced. “Oslo?”
“I’ve found them,” Max said. “I’ve found Ava.”
Chapter Sixteen
The feeling of being watched continued into Sarihöfn. It continued during her lesson with Orsala the next day. It hung over her shoulder and she could not rest, even when she tried.
“Something is coming,” she said to Orsala, who was fixing tea during a break in their lessons.
“Have you seen something? What is it?”
“Something dark. I see it in my dreams. I’ve brought something dark here.”
Orsala narrowed her eyes, then closed them, and Ava knew she was taking a gentle scan of the emotions around her. It was part of the shields that Sarihöfn held. The scribes who lived there wrote their magic on the trees and walls of the compound. Sari manipulated the very elements that surrounded them. There were patrols and guards. Video monitoring and electronic sensors. And Orsala could feel the emotional temperature of any inhabitant when she wanted to.
“Nothing feels wrong, Ava. Except that you’re worried. For the first time in many years, our wards here are stronger because Sari is complete.”
At least one good thing had come from her visit. Damien and Sari’s reconciliation had strengthened the whole community and put both of them in a far better mood. By the time Mala and Ava had returned from Bergen, there were flowers pushing up through the snow. Playful ribbing might have reddened Sari’s cheeks, but the aura of contentment was evident all through the valley.
Except for Ava.
She could feel it. Something dark shadowed her. It lurked in the trees.
“I dream of dark things, Orsala.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. “Even when Malachi is there, there’s a darkness, too.”
The old woman put a hand on her arm as she sat next to Ava at the table. “That’s normal, daughter. I dreamed of my mate after I lost him, too. It’s normal that your dreams of him would be troubling. He was taken from you in the most violent way. Don’t hide from that. Your soul must grieve.”
“They’re not always dark.”
“Good.”
“But there’s something…”
“What?” The kettle began to whistle, and Orsala rose. “What is it?”
“I feel like it comes
from
me. Or it’s tied to me, but separate. I don’t want it… but it’s part of me. Like when I didn’t let go of Bruno. It wasn’t that I couldn’t. Part of me didn’t
want
to. I
liked
the power.”
Ava could smell the aroma of tea rising from the cheery brown pot Orsala always used. It did nothing to cheer her.
“You’re angry,” the old woman said.
“At myself, yes.”
Orsala finally sat again, putting the tea and two cups in front of her, closing the book of spells they’d been studying.
“Ava, you spent much of your life in the human world, not realizing who or what you were. For years, they told you that your mind was wrong. That could easily have created the shadows I see within you. Yes, there is darkness. But none of us are completely dark or light. We are, none of us, perfect beings. Not even the angels are perfect. We fail and fall like the humans. We have rage. Greed. Violence against each other. But we seek the light. That is what makes us different from the Fallen.” Her lip curled. “From their Grigori spawn. Our souls seek the light.”
Her mouth turned up at the corner. “You don’t feel the darkness in me?”
Orsala hesitated. “I do.”
“I do, too.”
“But I see far more light than dark. Yes, your magic has… a shadow. I’ve seen it just as you have. But I truly believe the longer you are with us, the longer you know who you are and what you are meant to be, that shadow will lessen. It will never overpower you.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“Are you?”
“No.”
“Be sure, Ava.” Her voice dropped. “Summon the will that kept you sane among the humans and fight it. If you aren’t sure of yourself, then the darkness
could
win.”
“And the shadow I’m feeling? The one surrounding me?”
Orsala shrugged. “We’ll watch. But Sarihöfn is protected, Ava. Very protected. We know Volund is after you, but it is doubtful even one of the Fallen could find you here with all the shields in place.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay.”
“Shall we study more?”
“Yes.”
Because if there was anything she could learn that might help hold back the darkness, then Ava needed it.
“Do not fear the darkness.”
She slept, but he wasn’t there. She stood at the edge of the forest, looking out. There was nothing there but blackness, and the birds did not sing.
“You shouldn’t have left.”
The voice came from behind her. She turned and saw the soft-spoken man in glasses.
“Who are you?”
“You shouldn’t have left. He’s coming now. His children found you, so he can, too.” The man sighed. “Blood. It’s very difficult to stop blood magic.”
“Where is he?”
“That, I cannot tell you. Perhaps he does not sleep.”
She blinked and the image of the man wavered.
“Take off your mask,” she said.
He smiled. “You are bold in dreams. I do not find offense in this.”