Reign of Beasts (5 page)

‘D
on't go out again,' said Delphine.

She wanted Rhian found more than anyone, but Macready had been searching the streets all day. He had come back from the ruined theatre looking like a man half-dead. He didn't look much better now, hovering between the kitchen table and the door.

‘Another hour, lass.'

‘You need to sleep,' she told him sternly. ‘Velody is looking. Crane and Kelpie are looking.'

She needed to sleep, too. She felt stretched thin all over. And she wasn't going to admit that it would be easier to fall asleep with him beside her. Really. She wasn't that attached.

Mac took a breath, like he was coming up for air. ‘I remember what it was like for Heliora that first year she was Seer. She went half-insane with it. Did a lot of crazed things. You think Rhian can get through that unscathed? After everything she's been through?'

Delphine narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Are you lecturing me about looking after Rhian? I want her found as much as you do, and it's not like you're any good to her if you end up in a gutter.'

Were they here already, with Delphine playing the nag to a wayward husband? It didn't suit her.

‘I'll manage, so I will,' Macready said, and she could see that his thoughts were already out there. He was barely listening to her. ‘Stay here in case she returns on her own. Do you remember how to send a message?'

Delphine rolled her eyes. He'd spent weeks going over and over how she could communicate with the other sentinels via old Tom, the cat who'd started lurking around the shop ever since Ashiol came into their lives. Sentinels could use the animals associated with any Kings, and she'd got the knack by her second lesson, though he kept reminding her of the techniques anyway.

‘I can use mice now, too,' she said sweetly. ‘And — what creature does Garnet hold again?'

She wished she could take the snipe back when she saw the look on Macready's face.

‘Gattopardo,' he said hoarsely. ‘If one of those turns up, bar the fecking doors against it.'

And then he was gone, the kitchen door swinging behind him. Leaving Delphine behind, like she was some kind of housewife. What was she supposed to do, make soup?

She stalked up to her room. Fine. She could get to sleep without a cranky Islandser in her bed. No problem at all.

 

It was nox. Velody climbed the Lucretine hill, her feet bare on the stone-lined streets, searching for Rhian. She couldn't help remembering the last time Rhian had gone missing, on the day of the Lupercalia, with the stink of leather and wine in the air. They had found her later, dishevelled and broken, and nothing in her life had prepared Velody for how helpless she had felt to know that Rhian had been raped. This was different. Velody had far more powers at her fingertips now. She could find Rhian, and ensure no one hurt her ever again. All she had to do was open her animor to the sky …

‘Lady,' said a voice out of the darkness. The taste of his power was familiar a moment before his voice was. Warlord.

He wore a gold silk shirt that made his skin seem even darker in comparison. The Creature Court lived underground. Honestly, where did they get their clothes? Velody had never seen a shirt made quite that way before, with slash cuts in the sleeves. Did he send home to Zafir for sartorial care packages?

‘You look better,' she said finally, ‘than the last time I saw you.' Drained, bleeding, exhausted, damaged, but still fighting.

Warlord gave little away in his expression. ‘We have missed you.'

‘It's good to be home,' said Velody. ‘Have you seen Rhian — our Seer? Since the theatre?'

He shook his head slowly, eyes fastened to hers. ‘I have not. Have you truly returned, Lady?'

‘I hope so,' she said.

‘I mean, are you still our Power and Majesty? Or is he?'

Velody had not thought about it. Everything had been such a rush of chaos since she and Garnet had fallen through the ceiling of the Vittorina Royale. She didn't even know if he was still in the city, or if he was in any way the same person she had got to know in the broken city of Tierce.

‘What do you want from me?' she asked.

Warlord laughed hollowly. ‘You ask me that, Lady? You have made us oathbreakers, all of us. We are obliged to serve you and Garnet both. Perhaps we should be grateful Ashiol never asked us for a third oath …'

Velody blinked. ‘Has Ashiol not been the Power and Majesty?' If it was Bestialis, she had been gone three months. ‘What has been happening while I was gone?'

‘I do not know much. The sentinels have been working to keep Ashiol away from the rest of us. I suspect he ran mad. It would not be the first time.'

‘I need to speak to him,' said Velody. ‘And Garnet. I can't answer your question until then.'

Warlord looked unimpressed. ‘If you are going to be Power and Majesty, it will not be because of a conversation, Lady. It will be because you draw more loyalty than your rivals. Because the Lords and Court choose you, as we chose you before.'

Rhian. That was what was important now. The politics could come later. It could wait, couldn't it?

‘Who do you choose?' Velody said impatiently. ‘Or is this you hanging around in the hope of another gift?'

Warlord's eyes flashed. ‘Your blood saved my life a few months ago. But Garnet was our Power and Majesty first. I will follow the King who shows the greatest strength. Sentiment has no place in these decisions.'

‘Forget sentiment,' Velody said. ‘And to hells with strength — as if
strength
is the most important thing a leader offers. Tell me which King you would prefer to have in charge.'

He smiled suddenly, the warrior facade cracking just a little. ‘You. But I won't follow you if you plan to lose to Garnet.'

‘I don't plan to lose to anyone,' Velody said, and continued walking up the hill.

‘Do you love him?' Warlord called out behind her.

Velody spun around. ‘What did you say?'

He seemed to be searching for something in her eyes. ‘The way you returned, both of you. It shows in your animor. You and Garnet taste of each other.'

‘That's … disturbing.' Velody realised why he was asking. ‘Livilla was Garnet's lover, wasn't she? Are you hoping that I'll take him off her hands?'

The thought of it alarmed her. Sex with Garnet had been … of the moment, about building up their powers and giving them both the strength to escape. Velody hadn't had any time to think about whether it meant more than that, but the fact that he had bedded half the Court (that she knew about) made him an unlikely boyfriend. Besides,
things with Ashiol were complicated enough without them sharing a lover.

Warlord's smile was thin. ‘Loving Livilla is like loving the wind. She is impossible to grasp, to possess. Garnet is the same you will find.'

‘And Ashiol?' Velody asked without thinking.

Ashiol. Why hadn't he taken the leadership of the city? She had been relying on him. What had he been doing with himself? He had been so pleased to see her alive. Her mouth still felt bruised by the kiss he had greeted her with on her return. Once he realised she had returned with Garnet, though, he looked as if he hated her.

‘You have a fight on your hands, Lady,' said Warlord. ‘Unless you plan to frig them both into submission. A valid leadership method, it could be said, but you're mistaken if you think they won't try the same thing on you.'

‘I have to find the Seer,' said Velody. ‘Garnet and Ashiol can take care of themselves.'

She was suddenly assaulted by a memory — not her own — of Garnet and Ashiol together, when they had been lovers:
red hair, black hair, bodies hot to the touch, arms and stomachs, skin against skin.

‘I'm sure they can,' said Warlord, and he stepped back into the shadows, leaving her alone in the street.

 

Macready made it as far as the Gardens of Trajus Alysaundre before he needed to rest. He was dizzy with adrenalin and lack of sleep. Delphine had been right, though he would never admit it to the lass's face. He leaned against one of the crumbling stone walls, breathing hard. Rhian was lost in the city, maybe hurt, maybe under siege from the futures. Vulnerable.

(Vulnerable, eh? Then what had that tryst with Ashiol been about? Not such a shy and retiring little camellia, was she now?)

Since Rhian had become the Seer, Macready had a new
awareness of her, his sentinel's senses able to pick her presence before she entered a room. Sometimes when they practised her fighting skills, he could almost catch a glimpse of her thoughts. It had been like that with Heliora too, when they crossed swords.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, to be able to track her. Velody had a much better chance. Didn't stop him looking. He blamed himself for taking Rhian to that damned theatre (he had no right to be angry at her, time he acknowledged that) and that meant he had to be the one to find her.

Crane was approaching, through the park. They nodded at each other.

‘No sign?' Macready asked.

Crane shook his head. ‘Some of the injured from the theatre were taken to a hospice near the Palazzo. The Duchessa asked her own dottores to treat them. But no one there has seen anyone who looks like Rhian.'

‘Feck,' Macready said, too tired to even put emphasis on the word.

‘Have you seen her yet?' Crane asked.

There could be only one ‘her' Crane was referring to. As far as the lad was concerned, all the light of the sun and moon shone out of the arse of their former Power and Majesty.

‘Aye.'

‘Is she the same?'

Apart from the fact that she came back hand in hand with Garnet?

‘She seems no different,' Macready said shortly.

Crane shivered, and it might have been the chill nox with winter just around the corner, or it might have been something else. ‘Three of them. It's a long time since we've had three Kings.'

‘Aye. The sentinels are practically outnumbered, so we are.'

‘Will there be a challenge all over again?'

‘How the feck should I know?' Macready dashed his hand over his forehead, noting the lad's hurt look but not saying a word of apology. ‘Depends, does it not? On who gives way. On who's weaker.'

‘Or who is stronger.'

‘Come on,' said Macready. ‘Let's sweep the Arches.'

‘Do you really think Rhian would go there alone?'

‘We don't know what the feck she'd do. But if she's down there, I sure as hells hope she's alone.'

 

Topaz was thinking. She hadn't been doing much but think since the Orphan Princel and his Garnet friend had taken their leave. She was surrounded by noise and chaos as the lambs practised their new stage trick, changing back and forth into creature form.

The Lady Livilla lounged on a fancy couch, watching the lambs play. Topaz got up her nerve finally and crossed the room to her, ignoring the dirty look from Bree. She went down on one knee, having seen enough aristo plays to know the sort of thing that would go down well. ‘Lady?' she asked quietly.

Livilla reached out a hand, brushing over the close-cropped fuzz of Topaz's hair. ‘Yes, dearling?'

Topaz could still feel the lizard shapes hot and wild inside her skin, wanting to come out. ‘Did you do this to me?' She deliberately kept accusation out of her voice, allowing the curiosity to take rein instead. She wanted to
know
.

‘Not to you,' said Livilla, and there was something almost human in her voice. Less false and brittle. A moment between all the stagecraft.

‘But to them?' Topaz pressed, looking across to the other lambs. Belinny was turning her hand back and forth from a bear's paw, looking delighted with herself.

‘It would have happened sooner or later,' said Livilla. ‘I pushed it along, that's all.'

‘Cos you wanted us with you and none of those others?'

‘Do you want to leave me for your Orphan Princel, Topaz?'

‘Not now. Not ever. But I don't know as how you're any better than him. How can I know?'

‘All you can do is serve,' said Livilla. ‘And hope. If I am a bad mistress, Topaz, you can leave at any time. I hope you know that.'

‘Really?' said Topaz, grazing her lip with her teeth out of nervousness.

Livilla's fingers locked around her wrist and she smiled a wolfish smile at her. ‘No,' she said. ‘Not really.'

 

Ashiol circled the Circus Verdigris. It was close enough to the river that he could hear the sounds of the docks. The nox would end in a few hours and what did he have to show for it? Priest had set him an impossible task, and would leave if Ashiol didn't get the support of the others. Poet was already wrapped up in Garnet. Ashiol hadn't been able to find Warlord, and didn't have the balls to ask Livilla to make her choice. She had always taken Garnet's side.

In human form, not even bothering to play Lord, he dropped onto one of the tiered benches of the Circus.

Two sleek brighthounds ran the length of the green arena and back again, yapping at each other, play-fighting.

‘How did you find me?' said a soft voice.

Ashiol glanced up and saw Rhian perched on a bench a little above him. He should have felt her from a mile away, but he always had trouble reading animor when his thoughts were muddled. It was an excuse for how he had thought Rhian was Heliora only a few days ago, how he had gone so far as to fuck her without realising who it was in his arms. The madness of the last few months had left him now, he was sure of it. But he now had to deal with the results.

He had been hallucinating, but what was her excuse? What had he been thinking? Or had he just not heard her protests, just as he hadn't seen that she was Rhian and not his dead lover? Had he taken her against her will? He had no frigging idea.