Deathstalker Honor (56 page)

“One of the few joys of living alone is that you don’t have to compromise on your personal ideas of comfort,” said Constance. “Jacob would have had a fit if I’d done this to his living room while he was still alive. But after he died, I got rid of most of his things as quickly as was decent. Otherwise, everything I saw would have reminded me of him. So I replaced it all with new things, to remind me that I had to make a new life without him. All I kept were a few portraits of him. I keep them in my bedroom, next to my bed, so his face can be the last thing I see at night. That way sometimes I get to dream of him. He was the only man I ever loved, you see, and we only had such a short time together. You understand. You lost someone too, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” said Robert. “I understand.”

“His ghost came back to me once,” said Constance, her voice calm and even. “At Court. But it was just a Ghost Warrior. Just his body. Not my Jacob. Poor Daniel went off looking for the Ghost Warrior, convinced his father was still in there somewhere. Daniel always was desperate for his father’s approval. Jacob did love his children, in his own way, even Valentine, but they were all disappointments to him. I was going to give him new children, but we never got around to it before he was taken from me, so now I never will. Just another loss to grieve.”

“He must have loved you very deeply,” said Robert, struggling for the right thing to say.

“I hope so, but I was never really sure. I was a trophy wife, you see, young and beautiful, something to show off at Court and at parties. It was an arranged marriage, although I grew to love him. He was always kind to me, but . . . he never found it easy to talk about his feelings, even to me. So I was never sure.”

“You must find it very difficult being a woman alone, and heading such a large Clan,” said Robert, just to be saying something.

“You have no idea,” said Constance dryly. “I only got the position by default. I keep it by playing my many enemies off against each other and intriguing morning, noon, and night. As a result, every word I say, and even the smallest of actions, are analyzed endlessly by all concerned to see if they contain crumbs of valuable information. Sometimes I say things entirely at random just to get them worrying. There are always people around me now. Moments of privacy like this are rare. Everyone wants to see me, everyone wants something. You’ll find that out for yourself now you’re the Campbell.”

“Then why not just walk away from it all?” said Robert. “You’re not trapped, like me. You’re only a Wolfe by marriage, not blood. You could give it all up, and no one could stop you.”

“But the Clan is all I have left of Jacob. The one remaining connection to the happy time I shared with him. I owe him a duty not to step down till I can place the Clan in safe hands. That’s why I’m marrying Owen Deathstalker.”

“I had heard. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s he like, really? I’ve only ever seen him on the holo. Some say he’s a hero, some . . .”

“Say he’s a monster. I know. But he seemed very ordinary to me. Quite likable. Even charming in a clumsy sort of way. But he’s strong. Thoughtful. He’ll make a good constitutional monarch, and as his Queen, our two Families will merge, and I will be able to give up control to him. Can you think of any hands more secure than those of the legendary Owen Deathstalker?”

“Not really, no. But how do you feel about him?”

“He seemed kind. I’ll settle for that. I’ve had one great love in my life. I don’t think I could stand to lose another.”

“Why did you agree to see me?” said Robert. “You said yourself that you’re greatly in demand these days, and I’m not anyone important. Yet. And our Families are mortal enemies. So why me?”

“Because we have a lot in common. We both became head of our Clan much sooner than we ever expected, through the death of a loved one, taking on the responsibility through duty and need. We’ve both known terrible pain and loss, but it didn’t break us. I need someone like you, someone I can talk to, who’ll understand. Someone in the Families who isn’t afraid of Blue Block.”

“Good reasons,” said Robert. “As for Blue Block, I don’t really know much about them. I was only with them for a short time before my Family took me away and placed me in the Fleet, where they thought I’d be of more use to them. I was never introduced into any of their mysteries or secrets. I never realized they were so widespread, so . . . powerful.”

“Very few did,” said Constance, “until it was far too late. I’ve seen too much evil in the Families, Robert. Too many of us became inbred and corrupt, misusing our power and abusing our privileges. I was one of the few in the Families who actually approved of the rebellion. I saw in the new order a chance to remake the Families as they should be—the best of the best, leading and guarding, not ruling by fear and oppression. But now Blue Block is putting all that at risk. The Clans are so desperate to regain power, they’ll do anything Blue Block says to get it. We have no idea of what Blue Block really is now, what they really want. Someone has to stop them, and I can’t do it alone. I need allies, people of good heart and true, to whom duty is more than just a word. What do you say, Robert Campbell? Have I found an ally in you?”

“I think perhaps you have, Constance Wolfe. But what can we do to change anything?”

“We can set an example. Show Blue Block we’re not afraid of them. If we stand up to be counted, others will join us.”

“I don’t know about that,” said Robert. “In the military, the first man to stand up is usually the first to get his head shot off. But I think you’re right in that others might join us if they knew there were others who thought as they did. What about your Family, from before you married Jacob Wolfe? Where do they stand? Would they support us?”

“My Family and I . . . don’t talk anymore,” said Constance evenly. “I was the eldest daughter of Clan Devereaux, supposed to attract a suitable young man of lesser stature into the Family to improve the bloodline. Instead I married a Wolfe, joined his Clan, and my bloodline was lost to the Family forever. My father declared that I was dead in his eyes. I haven’t spoken with any of my Family since.”

“Now, that’s a shame,” said Robert. “You should try, Constance. They might feel differently about you now, in your current circumstances.”

“I have my pride.”

“Sometimes pride just gets in the way. The ones we love or admire are always taken from us far too soon, before we get to say all the things we meant to say to them. I lost my parents early, so as I grew older I venerated the head of my clan, Crawford Campbell. He was a god to me. I would have walked through fire for him, if he would only notice me. I always felt guilty that I wasn’t there with him in Tower Campbell on the day the Wolfes came. I can’t help feeling I might have made a difference. That if I’d been there, fighting at his side, the end result might have been otherwise. I’m probably wrong. Odds are, we would have all died anyway. But sometimes . . .”

“I know,” said Constance. “I understand.”

She leaned forward and put a comforting hand on top of his. And as her flesh met his, a moment of electricity sparked between them. Their eyes met, wide and startled, and their hearts were suddenly beating faster in their breasts. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, and saw heaven there, waiting for them. And then Constance jerked her hand away, and everything crashed back to normal again. For a moment they just sat in silence, looking at anything but each other. Robert risked a glance at Constance and saw the remains of a hot red flush in her face. His cheeks felt uncomfortably hot too.

“So, how are preparations going for your wedding to the Deathstalker?” he said finally.

“Very well, thank you for asking,” said Constance, her voice quite composed. “It’s due to take place six months from now. Barring any . . . complications.”

“Of course,” said Robert. “You never know when complications are going to arise. You don’t love him, do you?”

“No,” said Constance. “I don’t love him.”

“Good,” said Robert. Their eyes met again, and this time they smiled at each other as well.

 

Finlay was still in his quarters under the Arenas when he heard an urgent knocking at his door. He frowned. For someone who was supposed to be in hiding, he was getting a hell of a lot of visitors. He strapped on his sword belt and holster, and went carefully over to the door. He really should have invested in a spy hole or a hidden camera. He listened for a moment, couldn’t hear anything, and finally opened the door just a crack. A familiar voice said his name, and then he was pushed back as the weight of the body leaning against the door pushed it open. He grabbed hold of Evangeline as she fell toward him, only just in time to stop her from hitting the floor. She was wrapped in a long crimson sheet, one part of it bulked into a large, unwieldy parcel under one arm. Her face was slack with shock and exhaustion, and spattered with recently dried blood.

Finlay tried to question her, but all she could do was murmur his name over and over again. She was breathing hard, and her eyes weren’t tracking properly, and she clung to him with desperate strength. Finlay gave up trying to get any sense out of her, and got her over to the bed, but she would only sit on the edge, not lie down. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and all she wanted to do was hold him. He hugged her in return, trying to reassure her with his presence and calm tone.

“What is it, love? What’s happened? You’re safe here. You’re all right now. What have you got under your arm?”

She still wouldn’t or couldn’t answer him. He slowly eased out of her grasp, murmuring soothingly all the while, and began unwrapping the bedsheet that enveloped her. And it was only then that he discovered she was naked underneath and splashed with a great deal of still drying blood. He checked her quickly for cuts and wounds, and was only partly reassured to find none of the blood was hers. He eased the package out from under her arm and unwrapped that. Something small and hard fell out onto the floor. It was the hilt of the monofilament knife she’d asked him to get for her. He unwrapped the rest of the bundle and discovered two glass cases containing two severed but still living heads. He was so startled he almost dropped them, but managed to fumble them safely to the floor. Their mouths were moving, but he couldn’t hear anything. He turned back to Evangeline, and she giggled almost hysterically at the look on his face. She finally controlled herself with an effort, and spoke to him almost in a whisper.

“The man is Professor Wax. I don’t know him. The woman is Penny DeCarlo, my oldest friend. My father was holding them prisoner. I rescued them.”

“Your father? You’ve been to see Gregor Shreck? On your own? What happened? Where did all this blood come from?”

“We talked. And afterward . . . things got rough.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going?”

“I couldn’t! Gregor had been . . . threatening me. Saying he’d kill Penny if I didn’t go back to him. He insisted that I go alone. So I went there, to Tower Shreck, into the belly of the beast. And I found he’d . . . done that to Penny. So I made Gregor give them both up, and I took them away.”

“How the hell did you get him to give them up?”

“I had my monofilament knife. The one you gave me. Such a practical present.” She almost laughed again at the expression on Finlay’s face. “You’re not the only one who knows how to fight. A few guards tried to stop me leaving, so I killed them. It was easy. Gregor’s people stopped chasing me after a while, so I came here. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Of course you were right to come here, Evie. You’ll be safe here. But what happened to your clothes?”

Evangeline gripped his arm fiercely. “Don’t ask me that, Finlay. Don’t ever ask me that.”

“All right, I won’t. Calm down. Damn, you did a very brave thing, Evie, but you really should have told me. I would have understood. Did he hurt you? Are you injured anywhere? Should I get you a doctor? If Gregor’s hurt you, I’ll kill the bastard!”

“No,” said Evangeline quickly. “I’m not hurt. I don’t need a doctor. I’m all right. Don’t fuss, Finlay. Just . . . let me get my breath back. Now I’ve freed Penny, Gregor doesn’t have any hold over me anymore. Everything’s going to be all right now.”

“Brave girl,” said Finlay, taking her in his arms again and kissing her gently on the top of the head. “My brave girl.”

The holoscreen on the wall chimed once, announcing an incoming call. Finlay started to get up to answer it, and Evangeline grabbed his arm with both hands.

“Don’t answer it!”

“It’s all right, Evie. Only a few trusted people know I’m here. I have to answer it in case it’s an emergency.”

He freed himself from her grip, smiled reassuringly at her, got up from the bed, and accepted the call. The screen cleared to show the huge, flushed face of Gregor Shreck, half covered by a blood-soaked bandage. For a moment he just stared out of the screen, taking in Finlay and Evangeline together. His mouth was trembling and twitching, and his single eye was very bright.

“What do you want, Shreck?” said Finlay. “And how did you find me here?”

“My people followed Evie all the way home. She thought she lost them.” Gregor’s voice was strained and high-pitched, but full of venom. “Told you all about her little adventure at Tower Shreck, has she? But what hasn’t she been telling you, eh, Campbell? What about the things she never told you, the secrets she kept from you all this time? Shall I tell you all about your darling little cloned copy, hmm?”

“I know she’s a clone,” said Finlay coldly. “And I know you murdered the original. We have no secrets, Evangeline and I.”

“Oh, but you do, you do, dear boy. I guarantee it. I’ll bet she never told you how much I loved her, or exactly how I loved her. Oh, I loved her dearly and well and very often. In fact, I took her to my bed and loved her morning, noon, and night, as hard as I could. And she loved it.”