The Chosen (20 page)

Neither of the other two said anything. Olga looked vaguely shamefaced, however.

“Don’t ask, don’t tell, huh? All right, the past is the past,” Chloe said. She fought a surge of disgust and anger as she thought of her own mom and the traces of Mai presence that Kim had found around her house. “I am declaring an official moratorium and amnesty right now. In the future, there will be
no more murders
. And if someone suspects something, it gets dealt with
normally
through the police—not covered up, okay? Listen.” Chloe looked at her watch. “I have to call my mom in, like, five minutes, but before then I want to reveal some of my secret plans.”

Plans that she had worried about and gone over in her head and had found nothing wrong with—but that she still doubted.

“Igor, until—well, until further notice, you’re now
acting president of Firebird. Olga, consider yourself CEO.” The Mai boy blinked a couple of times at this in a way that wasn’t entirely human, shocked out of his snit by the sudden weight of responsibility. Chloe went on. “No matter
what
happens, real estate is not in my future, and human resources is not in my immediate future, as nice as the thought of finding more misplaced Mai may be. I really do plan on going to college. Oh, and let me reiterate one last time—” Chloe fixed her eyes on Igor’s. “Sergei. And the Rogue. Were working.
Together
. Which revelation will also no doubt appear in the news sometime in the next few hours after the police release the information.”

“How do you know that?” Igor asked, plainly mystified.

“Because
I
told them,” Chloe answered smugly. It was true: not in a million years did either side expect the other to go to the police.

The call to her mom was fast, the walk to the auditorium faster. Finally events were catching up with her, the calmness of the afternoon replaced by nerves over what she had to do in the next hour. Public speaking was
not
one of Chloe’s finer talents. It didn’t help that Kim wore a traditional off-white linen robe and makeup that was sort of Egyptian, kohl black around her eyes and under her chin. She tried to get Chloe to wear a robe, too.

“It’s not my thing,” Chloe flatly refused. “Our people
should see what kind of a person I really am—not pretending to be.”

Kim didn’t argue.

The room was smaller than she expected; there really were only a hundred cat people, like a studio audience, ten by ten and packed. While it was a relief., it was also kind of sad: there were only three Prides in America, and this was one of them, and there were so few. … Chloe was the leader of a dying people, an endangered race.

Someone had set up the projection TV as she had asked, and all watched, horrified, the news about their old leader flicker across the screen through reporters’ mouths and on a colorful banner at the bottom. When she thought they had seen enough, Chloe nodded at the guy in the back—
Mai A/V geek?
—and went out on the little stage, behind Kim.

Her friend, now completely in her role of priestess, held out her hands, closed her eyes, and began to sing. Like the night of the Hunt, when Chloe had first heard a traditional Mai chant, this was just as strange and wailing. It was impossible to predict where the melody would go; Kim changed tone and octave without warning. It sounded as sad and alien as Chloe felt her people looked right then.

Suddenly she
felt
them right then.

As the hymn continued and she looked out at the faces, Chloe could feel the collective emotions of the
group.
Fear. Sadness. Expectation. We are so few! We have lost so many! And now this
…

Hope,
as they looked at her.

Igor was trying to pay attention,, but feelings of betrayal and pain were so strong that he wasn’t really connected to the others.

She felt strange warmth, like everyone was where they should be: here they were, her Pride, together, waiting for her.

There was one off note, one small thing missing, like someone wasn’t there.

After Kim finished, Chloe stepped up, no longer afraid or nervous. Here were her people. She was their leader. She cleared her throat.

“For those of you who haven’t met me yet, I am Chloe King, Pride Leader and your Chosen One.”

It sounded so stilted and strange, but everyone was listening raptly.

“Sergei Shaddar was
not
your true leader. Though he had good intentions, they were carried out with evil means. The man you thought you were following to some sort of happy-ever-after brought only violence and death. Even those closest to him had no idea of the extent of his activities.”
Of course, the kizekh probably had a pretty good idea, since he must have used them to carry out some of his directives
. … But she would stick to her line of amnesty and forgiveness.

“When I met with him at the theater where he was
killed, the Rogue was already there, waiting for me.”

There was no noise from the reserved Mai, but Chloe felt the collective shock of a hundred people.

“The two had been working together to kill
all
possible Chosen Ones, including my sister. I don’t know if Sergei actually killed any himself, but he told the Rogue where she would be and where I would show up, and Alexander did the rest. Once he had me in his sights, Sergei was also no longer any use to him and the Rogue killed him as well.”

“I cannot believe a Mai would kill another Mai! There are so few of us,” a Mai wailed.

“There are bad people even among us, just as there are good people among the humans, like my mom. And Brian. And Paul and Amy.”

Scanning the small crowd, she saw Alyec. Their eyes locked for a moment and he smiled—genuinely, without what had happened between them recently getting in the way. Supporting her. She smiled back without thinking.

“My mother, your previous Chosen One—it was her dream to unite all of the Eastern European Mai, those who had been scattered by war and exile and violence and our curse.

“As your
new
Pride Leader, I believe it is time now that we are all together to embrace our new land fully.” There was a little hesitation at this—they were
not all
here yet, and where was she going with this? “Sergei was right about one more thing—you
shouldn’t
have to live
here like rats holed up. You should be free to pursue your own destinies and come together because you want to, not because you’re forced to.

“You’re in America now, in some ways no different from any other immigrants. From now on we abide by its laws. That means
no more
revenge and wars with the Tenth Blade. They break the law—they will be punished accordingly. As you might have seen from the news, they are hot in pursuit of the Rogue. And you know why?
Because I told them he was Sergei’s murderer
.”

This
time there was an audible gasp.

Kim was off to one side, Chloe suddenly noticed, talking with whoever it was running the TV.

“The police will track him down and arrest him. He will be punished for this and his other crimes.…”

“Chloe,” Kim murmured, coming to her side, “forgive me for interrupting, but Ivan has told me there’s something on the news we should see—he TiVo’ed the last few minutes.…”

“Put it on.” Kim nodded to the back and the projection television came on again.

Somehow Chloe wasn’t surprised to see a photo of her biological mother appear next to the CNN guy’s face, as one of the dead counted by Sergei’s hand.

“… Anastasia Leon, member and leader of an obscure tribe of Eastern European nomads, originally from Turkey, had returned to her people’s homeland.
Investigators are now turning up evidence that she was one of the first of Sergei Shaddar’s political murders; the sources are unsure why….”

Anastasia Leon
. That was her mother’s name. And there she was. A photo similar to the one that Chloe had held in her hand just a couple of weeks ago, of a woman with waist-length black hair and a wide, untamed smile, furrowed brow and determined eyes.

She gestured for the sound to be turned back down.

The Mai looked stunned; some were weeping, some growling. Chloe felt a mix of pity and bewilderment that
none
of them had seen this coming.

“See? This is
exactly
what I’m talking about. Secrecy and survival has forced you to follow a man who
murdered
your Pride Leader. This causeless violence between us and the Tenth Blade ends
now
. All it does is breed more violence and plays for power among ourselves—look what Sergei did to my sister, and look what Brian’s people did to
him
.

“I am your new Chosen One, and I will lead you to safety and prosperity—but only through peace.”

There was a pause. Were they going to clap? Drum her out? What happened next? Chloe desperately tried to feel the strange empathy she had experienced before, but it had faded to a dull heartbeat.

Suddenly Alyec leapt to his feet and roared. The only time Chloe had ever heard anything like it was when she’d lost her cool with Keira—and scared the bejesus
out of the other girl. It was a deep, frightening sound that seemed much too loud and deep for his human frame to produce. His eyes were slit and scary; his claws were out.

Valerie stood up next and joined him.

Soon everyone was standing and howling and roaring, a deafening clamor that should have frightened Chloe but didn’t. For just a moment the link was back and she could feel their energy and power and love—the support of the Pride.

Kim didn’t roar, choosing to give her a strangely human thumbs-up.

When Chloe retired to give her mom a quick call, letting her know how it went, she was exhausted.
Still not a public speaker,
she realized. Just able to do it when called for. Igor waited patiently close by for her to get off the phone.

“Honored One … ?” he asked politely.

“Yes, Igor?” Chloe asked as she set down the phone. Soon she would get back on the bandwagon of making them call her Chloe. It seemed too much to do right now, though.

“I wanted to say … I think you are right.” It didn’t look like he was forcing himself to say this; he seemed full of the stillness and peace that she herself had experienced that afternoon. “Maybe it’s because I deal—dealt—with humans more than Sergei, but we
should follow their laws. Especially if we stay. And even if we don’t stay—nomads can’t make asses of themselves everywhere they go. Otherwise we won’t be welcomed back.” There was the faintest smile on his lips.

“Thanks, Igor. That really means a lot to me.” And that was it—it was over. All of the tension between them for the last few days, all of his irritation at her. But the sadness was still there, and Chloe knew that he would be thinking a lot about Sergei in the upcoming weeks, remembering the good things while sifting through them, looking for signs of the ruthless killer beneath. “I never knew my biological father,” she added softly. “And my adopted dad skipped out when I was little. Sergei was the third father I lost—and in some ways, the one I was closest to.”

Igor nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Hey,” Chloe said, changing the subject and remembering the absence she had felt at the beginning of the speech. “Where’s Dmitry, by the way?”

He was the bodyguard Sergei had assigned to her when she was feeling rebellious living with the Mai, the one who came to protect her when they went out to see
Star Wars
. Along with Ellen, another member of the kizekh—and, she was pretty sure, his lover.

She was expecting a quick answer, like,
Oh, he patrols and guards the upstairs while the Pride meets to keep them safe
.

But Igor’s face, blank and confused, told another story.

This is one of those loose ends,
Chloe realized tiredly.
One of those unexplained things that’s gonna come back and bite me in the ass later
. She was getting so much wiser so quickly … and it didn’t make her happier.

Eventually Chloe Was
able to quietly extract herself from the crowd and slip away to the hospital room. Brian was actually reading, beneath a single light floating alone in the darkness.

“Hey,” she said, smiling.

“Hey.” He put down his book and looked up at her eagerly. There was one thin bandage around his head now, mostly white and unstained. His hair was a little fluffier, like it had been cleaned, and his eyes were brighter, though they were still surrounded by bruises and cuts. But there was definitely something more
alive
about him, pink and healthy, and Chloe felt a little rush of pride that maybe, just maybe, she’d been the one to lift the age-old human-Mai curse.

The book, Chloe noticed as she came closer, was
Blood Meridian
. It looked like a Western.

“Not a lot of reading choices down here,” he said, shrugging. “But this is pretty good.”

“Are they treating you okay?” she asked, pulling up a metal stool.

“Are you
kidding?
” Brian snorted. “Whatever they think of me, they keep it to themselves. It’s all ‘Honored One’ this and ‘Chosen One’ that and ‘as she desires….’ Although the doctor, I think, really is good. And kind of funny, for a Mai.”