The Kraken King (11 page)
“I hope that you were not mistaken about their target,” Saito added softly. “And that they come quickly.”
For Zenobia. Ariq didn’t know that she was the marauder’s target. She was one possibility among many, but he would keep her as close as he could.
She’d bent her head over her table—over her notebook, he realized. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as she wrote, and though her companions still conversed, she didn’t nod or give any indication that she listened. Utterly focused, as if everything around her stopped while she scribbled a thought.
Just as everything around Ariq stopped when Zenobia looked up at him. A moment later, her friend’s tug on her sleeve pulled her attention away.
“That one, brother?” Taka must have finally seen Ariq looking. “Truly?”
By the twitching of Saito’s mouth, Ariq knew that the courtship advice he’d avoided in the bathhouse would soon begin in earnest here—friendly suggestions for the barbarian. “If she has your interest, there must be more to her than we can see,” Saito said.
So much more. “She has secrets,” Ariq said. “And when she trusts me, I intend to know them.”
And learn whether those secrets affected the safety of his town.
“Then you’ll carry her off.”
Hopefully soon. But he would have to find time alone with her first. Now it wasn’t her friend who pulled her attention away but Mara Cooper. The mercenary rose from her table to whisper in Zenobia’s ear. She looked up, frowning—and after a glance in Ariq’s direction, followed Mara out of the courtyard.
“You should go after her. A woman enjoys being chased from every room,” Taka said helpfully. “Like a stallion after a mare.”
“Just beware the kick to the head,” Saito added.
“Or lower.”
Such entertainment to look forward to—without the pleasure of watching Zenobia while he suffered through it. And his soup was cold now, too.
With a sigh, Ariq started eating.
***
Zenobia followed Mara through the entry hall and down the path in front of the restaurant. Broad-leafed trees formed a canopy above the stone walk. A low chirping came from one of the branches, but she couldn’t see what sort of animal or insect was making the sound. The sun had begun to set, casting shadows across the ground. Her pantaloons whispered as she walked; the silk was so light and billowy, her legs felt naked. Her skin seemed flushed all over. Zenobia could have blamed it on the humidity or the heat of the soup—but it had been him, every time he’d looked at her. And he’d looked at her so often.
Maybe she
would
visit him tonight. Not his bed. She wasn’t prepared for that. But perhaps a kiss . . . a test to see if she would enjoy the rest.
would
visit him tonight. Not his bed. She wasn’t prepared for that. But perhaps a kiss . . . a test to see if she would enjoy the rest.
Yes, a kiss. She liked the look of his lips, wide and firm. They would probably feel lovely against her own. And her first kiss ought to come on a day such as this.
Mara turned off the path, leading her toward a stone bench. They didn’t sit. And there was only one reason for the mercenary to take Zenobia away from her table so abruptly.
“What did you hear?”
Tight-lipped, the mercenary looked out over the street. Avoiding Zenobia’s gaze. That wasn’t like her.
“Mara?”
Squaring her shoulders, Mara finally met her eyes. There was anger there, but something more. Reluctance. “You know that I wouldn’t care if you weren’t virtuous.”
Ah. She must have seen how Zenobia had looked at the governor—or how he had looked at her. “But you worry because I’ve taken interest in a dangerous man,” Zenobia guessed. “Or is there another reason?”
“There is another reason, but I don’t want to . . .” Mara huffed out a breath. “I don’t trust that his interest is in
you
.”
you
.”
A soft pang struck below her breast. “Why don’t you trust it? What was said?”
“I don’t want to repeat—”
“Mara.” Zenobia put a snap into it. She needed protection, not coddling. “I’ve just met him. This won’t injure me.”
Struggling, the mercenary looked away again—a woman who could shoot a man in the face without blinking, yet she had difficulty with this. Zenobia began to wonder if she really wanted to know what Mara had heard.
But after a moment, she finally said, “His brother said that you were . . .
shikome.
”
shikome.
”
“And what is that?”
“Ugly.” Anger returning, Mara all but spat it. “And like a ghost.”
Oh.
The pang struck again, sharper. “But his
brother
said it?”
The pang struck again, sharper. “But his
brother
said it?”
“Your man agreed. And said that he wouldn’t want to see his brother with a woman like you.”
Zenobia had been wrong. It didn’t matter who said such things or how long she’d known him. It still hurt.
A sick ache bloomed in her gut. But it was not the first time someone had spoken similar words about her—that distinction belonged to her father. A right bastard of a man. So she would give the words and the men as little credit as they deserved and focus on the mystery of why the governor had pretended any interest at all.
“Then why the deception?”
“He said that he knows you have secrets.” As if the telling had taken everything out of her, the mercenary dropped onto the bench. “And he intends to learn what they are.”
Her secrets.
Zenobia sank onto the stone beside Mara. “Do you think he knows that I am Zenobia Fox?”
Zenobia sank onto the stone beside Mara. “Do you think he knows that I am Zenobia Fox?”
The governor didn’t seem to lack for money—but many men who didn’t need it wanted more. Nor did he seem the type to kidnap someone for ransom. Seduction had fleeced more than one woman, however.
“I don’t know,” Mara said. “He hasn’t called you by that name.”
And Zenobia held another name that might interest a Horde rebel. “Could he suspect that I am a Gunther-Baptiste? Perhaps he hasn’t heard that my brother’s debt to Temür Agha has been fulfilled.”
“You do resemble your brother. Your eyes are the same bright color.”
And he would recognize her by that alone? “Archimedes hasn’t smuggled in over a decade.”
“Maybe he simply suspects something unusual. So be careful. Perhaps don’t always be taking notes. Everyone remarks upon it. They might wonder if you write more than letters.”
She did. And if ever read, the letters and manuscript in her glider pack would reveal everything. Zenobia protectively flattened the notebook against her stomach. “Will you ask Cooper to keep my satchel?”
“Yes.”
So she was safe. But the ache in her chest wasn’t going away. “What have you learned about him?”
“Nothing, directly. Everyone is happy to speak of themselves. No one talks about anyone else.”
“And indirectly?”
“He
is
the Kraken King. Some people have referred to him as such—but he goes by as many names as you do. They call him ‘commander’ and ‘prince,’ ‘strong arms’ and others. His name is Ariq.”
is
the Kraken King. Some people have referred to him as such—but he goes by as many names as you do. They call him ‘commander’ and ‘prince,’ ‘strong arms’ and others. His name is Ariq.”
“Erik?”
“Arr-
ig
,” Mara said more slowly. “More like ‘pig’ than ‘prick,’ but a bit of both.”
ig
,” Mara said more slowly. “More like ‘pig’ than ‘prick,’ but a bit of both.”
A lot of both. “Is that his given name or his family name?”
“Given. No family name that I’ve heard, but that isn’t unusual. And his mother was a spy.”
“A
spy
?”
spy
?”
Mara nodded. “It sounded as if his brother was raised in Nippon and didn’t know what she was. He lost his fiancée when it was revealed. I was feeling sorry for him until he spoke of you.”
And the Kraken King had agreed with him.
A hard knot had tangled in her stomach. She didn’t want to go back inside and eat more. She didn’t want to see him again.
But that was exactly what she was going to do.
“Very well. I intend to finish my meal.” Zenobia rose from the bench. “Then I’d like to return to our lodgings. I need to write my letter to Archimedes before morning.”
Lieutenant Blanchett had offered to include the letter in his message to the embassy; from there, it would be sent on to Port Fallow. Zenobia would probably reach the Red City before the letter reached Archimedes, but hopefully news of the airship’s demise traveled more slowly than her letter did.
“Be careful in that, too,” Mara said.
“I will.”
It wouldn’t be the first time she and Archimedes had written coded messages. Best to do the same now, particularly since the governor wanted to know her secrets.
Zenobia didn’t want to look at him as she entered the courtyard, so she forced herself to. While laughing and shaking his head at whatever his brother was saying beside him, he saw her return. His gaze met hers; relief seemed to sweep across his features, as if he was glad to see her.
He
was
handsome, with chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw, and dark eyes that seemed sensuously heavy-lidded, as if he took his pleasure just by looking at her.
was
handsome, with chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw, and dark eyes that seemed sensuously heavy-lidded, as if he took his pleasure just by looking at her.
And she was an utter fool. A man with large muscles had swept her up and she’d gone all aquiver.
Never again.
She coolly regarded him for a long second, and watched his humor vanish. His face slowly hardened. Good. He hadn’t mistaken her expression. She was done with him.
Turning away, she rejoined Helene and the officers. Her friend leaned in to whisper, “Is everything all right?”
“Perfectly.” Except a heated stone seemed embedded in her throat. “It was this new dress. Mara noticed that a seam at the side was coming apart and sewed it up for me.”
Helene accepted that lie as easily as she had every other. Patting Zenobia’s hand, she returned to her conversation with the lieutenants. Zenobia sipped her tea and choked down her soup. Every time she looked up, she met the governor’s brooding stare.
He’d gotten her message. But apparently he didn’t like it.
She was all too ready to leave by the time the others had finally finished. Rising, she noticed the Kraken King did the same. Heart pounding, she walked through the courtyard with Helene and the lieutenants, but on the path outside Zenobia realized she wasn’t going to escape. With a sigh, she stopped at the gate to wait for him.
“Go on ahead,” she said when Helene glanced back. “I’ll catch up in a moment.”
Helene looked farther up the path before nodding. Her friend smiled a little before continuing on, no doubt thinking that Zenobia intended to continue her earlier flirtation.
Zenobia couldn’t smile in return. She could
feel
him coming behind her. Stiffening her spine, she faced him.
feel
him coming behind her. Stiffening her spine, she faced him.
Watching him approach was like standing next to the kraken—as if she hadn’t quite grasped how big he was until he loomed over her, taking up an overwhelming amount of space.
Blunt as ever, he got right to it. “What changed?”
“Nothing,” she said, and somehow managed an even tone. She wouldn’t let him see her anger. And she’d die before letting him see her hurt. “Everything is as it always was, I’m sure.”
“No.” His voice roughened. “Your eyes were green flames. Now they are hard stones.”
“What a flattering image. Do you write poetry, sir?”
She could imagine how it would go:
Ghostly terror, green eyes like rocks; ugly and gullible, Zenobia Fox!
Ghostly terror, green eyes like rocks; ugly and gullible, Zenobia Fox!
His dark eyebrows shot together in a frown. Probably astonished that she’d mocked him. But he didn’t respond with anger, as she’d hoped. He only stared down at her. Arms crossed beneath her breasts, she returned his stare, holding it for so long that details that she hadn’t noticed before stood out to her: the faint peak at the center of his hairline. A scar at the corner of his left eye, and another on his chin, visible as a narrow line through the stubble shadowing his jaw.
When his quiet question finally came, it surprised her. “Are you frightened of me?”
“No,” she said honestly. “But I’ve considered your offer and decided that I’m not interested.”
“Why?”
She wanted to tell him. She wanted to toss it into his face, to see if he would feel even a little ashamed for what he’d said and intended to do. But she didn’t want to make him wonder how she’d learned of the conversation; Mara’s listening device was an advantage that Zenobia didn’t want to lose if they were to be stuck here for a month.
So he would just have to accept that their flirtation was over and let her be. “I don’t feel obligated to explain myself to you. Thank you for rescuing me, sir. Thank you for giving us a place to stay while we are in town. And I will thank you if I can rejoin my friends now.”
A muscle in his jaw worked. For a breathless second, she thought he might refuse. That he might keep her here—or pick her up and carry her away.
Then he inclined his head and stepped back.
Zenobia swept past him and through the gate. Her heart thundered as if she’d scaled a mountain rather than simply refuse a man’s attentions. She couldn’t focus on anything ahead of her. Her breath felt tight in her chest, and her throat burned with tears.
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