Alterant (42 page)

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Evalle considered everything that had happened and decided that if Macha wanted to toast her for speaking up, she had nothing left to lose. “What’s the point of this visit, Macha?”

The goddess studied her as if Evalle had surprised her and proven more interesting than a wounded roach. “My point is simple. If I challenge the Tribunal’s ruling against Brina, I put the entire Belador tribe in conflict with VIPER. The risk is too great for that.”

Evalle noted that Macha hadn’t mentioned the ruling against her. “I understand the predicament we’re in.”

She probably shouldn’t have used “we” in that sentence based on the way Macha’s gaze scolded her.

The goddess said, “Tzader came to me and shared everything he’d learned by Quinn probing a possible traitor’s mind, as well as what you told him.”

Had they decided Conlan O’Meary was a traitor?

Or had Macha decided Evalle was a traitor after she’d dispersed the fog?

As Grady liked to say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

Evalle said, “I assume you heard how I used a gift given me by the Tribunal to destroy the fog, too.”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe I’m aligned with the Medb?”

“If I did, we would not be having this conversation.”

That sounded like confirmation that Evalle
could
have ended up as Alterant charcoal briquettes.

But the goddess had more to say. “More importantly, I believe what you told Tzader.”

That was good, right? “About what specifically?”

“That the Medb are trying to bring these half-breed Belador Alterants into their fold and use them to harm Brina. I can’t allow that, nor can I allow Brina’s hologram to remain in Tribunal custody.”

The goddess said nothing about throwing her help Evalle’s way, but if she freed Brina’s hologram form, Evalle would be thankful for one blessing. “I’m glad to hear you can fix some of this.”

“Some? I’m a goddess. I don’t fix
some
of anything. I will not be held at the Tribunal’s mercy for any reason.” She touched her flowing golden-auburn hair with a beautifully manicured nail, and her hair shifted into an even more perfect shape. “Listen carefully, as I do not repeat myself.”

Not a lot inside this box to distract me, but whatever.

“Only a deity can approach the Tribunal regarding the viable status of a race. As such, I will open a dialogue with the Tribunal to formally decree that you have given me cause to believe Belador Alterants should be recognized as a viable race. That once the Alterant origin is clearly established and proof of their loyalty to my pantheon has been delivered to the Tribunal their race will be established and protected under the laws of our world.”

Evalle’s jaw hung slack.

“Do close your mouth.” Macha paused, then continued. “In the interim of establishing this race, I will offer amnesty to any Alterant who comes forward willingly to swear allegiance to me and does not harm a coalition member, a Belador or a human while the origins are being researched.”

Evalle cut her eyes around the room, searching for this to be a trick.

“Are you paying attention?” Macha snapped at her. “I will not return again if we do not come to an agreement.”

“I’m paying very close attention, but what about Brina? Saving her comes first.” Evalle nodded to double stamp her words. Hope and reservation struggled for equal space in her heart.

“Brina will be freed once this clears the Tribunal.”

Evalle had learned hard lessons about the devious ways of gods and goddesses, which spurred her to pin Macha down more precisely. “I have the feeling what you’re talking about involves me doing something, but I’m not going to be a lot of help in this cell.”

“Tzader led me to believe you were bright. Did you think I came here to exchange fashion tips?” Macha sniffed at Evalle’s ragged clothes.

Didn’t get a chance to pack for this trip.

“Once I open the charter for a new race with the Tribunal, that decision supersedes their judgment, as you will then become responsible solely to me and my laws.”

There was a loophole in Tribunal rulings?

Macha angled her head and pursed her lips as though she’d heard that thought. Then she continued, “I am
designating you as my coordinator for this undertaking with the Alterants. You will be released under my custody and responsible to me while the Alterant race status is being documented. You will continue to serve as a Belador agent for VIPER and will be protected from anyone in the VIPER alliance harming you.”

Did that mean Sen couldn’t screw with her again?

Part of Evalle wanted to demand that Macha show her where to sign on the dotted line, but another part—the one tired of being used as a pawn in everyone’s personal games—had her hesitating to jump up and shout.

Macha said, “If you need some time to think about it, go ahead. You have the rest of your life to ponder while I’m gone.” She lifted her hands.

Evalle feared she would teleport away. “Wait. Please.”

“Does that mean you’ve come to a decision?”

Deals with a god or goddess were irrevocable. Evalle didn’t want to lose this chance or spend the rest of her life away from all that mattered to her—Tzader, Quinn, Grady, Nicole . . .

What about Storm? No one would search for the truth behind his disappearance if she didn’t.

Feenix’s face swam through her mind, sealing the decision.

Evalle would face much worse than the fine print in a goddess’s contract to hold Feenix again. “I’ll do it.”

“Big surprise,” Macha said under her breath, then went on instructing her. “Do not speak of this to anyone, and do not fail me, Evalle. Brina is far more forgiving than I am.”

Macha lifted her hands in a swoosh of movement, vanishing.

End of meeting.

What now?

Evalle would like to think she’d just gotten a reprieve, but she had a strange feeling that she might have only stuck both feet into quicksand.

Once Macha departed, Evalle paid attention to her empathic senses, which had been busy deciphering the meeting. She fingered what had been nudging her to take notice at the very end.

Macha had given off a potent emotion. Exhilaration.

Why had she been so excited over this agreement?

Or had all this been nothing more than a cruel way to punish Evalle for getting Brina into trouble by coming in here to offer Evalle what she most wanted?

Then disappearing and never coming back.

Honor might be a lonely cellmate, but hope was a vicious mistress that would kill her over and over every minute she believed she would be freed.

“Faith is not a learned skill . . . but the blossom on the vine of hope,” the soft female voice whispered in the silent room.

Evalle asked, “Why won’t you tell me who you are?”

No one answered.

THIRTY-SEVEN

W
e need to talk, Tristan.

The telepathic contact broke Tristan’s concentrating on where to take his band of Alterants tomorrow. After facing off with that black-ops group and walking away from Evalle, he had no doubt Tzader Burke would unleash the fury of the Beladors on him.

Tristan’s only regret in all of this was leaving Evalle to face the Tribunal. When the black-ops team had burst on the scene, all Tristan had been able to think was that she had betrayed him.

In hindsight, he began to have his doubts.

At least he’d taught her how to survive in whatever place the Tribunal would send her so she wouldn’t die of an animal attack or snakebite.

You need my help,
the male voice said again.

Really?
Tristan leaned back in the hotel room office chair and looked out the glass at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
What makes you think I need anyone’s help?

Because you’re on the run from the Beladors and VIPER. I can offer you refuge.

If you’re speaking to me telepathically, then you’re one of the Beladors.

Yes, I am. Or at least I was until they decided to treat
me like a criminal. You can’t run far enough to protect your sister.

Tristan’s eyes shot to the second bed in the room where Petrina slept. Exhausted, but safe. He relaxed back into the chair.
If I believe what you say, then the Beladors are after you, too.

True. There’s only one place safe enough to hide, and I’m in that spot with full protection.

That sounded tempting. Tristan had his doubts about his ability to keep Petrina and the other two Alterants safe. He couldn’t link with Webster and Aaron in a fight, and he didn’t want Petrina in a risky situation.

The voice said,
Don’t panic at what I’m about to tell you.

Tristan laughed.
I doubt you could say anything that would panic me.

Excellent. I have people waiting outside your hotel, watching the same airplanes take off and land.

That drove Tristan to his feet. He searched the ground below his window but saw nothing.
Where are they?

Close enough to keep watch over you. Wait a moment . . . I understand you’ve changed clothes and are wearing a pale yellow button-down shirt.

Tristan touched his shirt as if the damned thing had told on him.
Who are you?

We can meet in person to allow you to decide for yourself. My people will not bother you. They’ll make sure no Belador or VIPER agent comes near you, but they will let you depart the hotel only upon my authority.

Should he trust this guy to meet him?

The airport was still jammed from all the damage
caused during the fog. He couldn’t fight a team of powerful beings alone if this guy had people in place to prevent him from leaving. Tristan said,
I’m not agreeing to anything, but I’ll meet you.

Splendid. I believe you’ll find my offer exceptional. Expect a car downstairs in ten minutes. Your sister and the other two will be safe while you’re gone. If I wanted you captured you would already be sitting in front of me. I want to work with you, not be your enemy. Until we meet . . .

Tristan felt the presence seep out of his mind.

He stood up and wrote a note for his sister with instructions to stay in the room until he returned or contacted her telepathically.

If neither happened by tomorrow morning, he told her to contact Tzader Burke telepathically and ask for Belador protection.

Evalle trusted Tzader to be an honorable man.

Tristan hoped his trust in Evalle was as well placed.

THIRTY-EIGHT

K
izira waited on her platform in her red robe dyed with the blood of dragons. She chanted the words that would cast the torch-lit hall under a shield of privacy. Gazing at the ten men dressed in gray robes, she counted nine of them as her most trusted warlocks.

But the tenth addition might prove to be her most valuable weapon. Twin snakes of conflict and loyalty twisted through her. Cathbad had compelled her loyalty, but her soul fought for freedom to choose which Beladors died and which one—Quinn—was spared.

She finished chanting and lowered the hood of her robe. “I have seen the breaching of the Castle Treoir in my visions.” Her face squirmed with a smile while murmurs of excitement surged through the room. “I have seen the face of the one who will lead the charge.”

When silence fell once more, she was ready to present their newest member. “We have waited a long time for this opportunity and for the one who will hand us the key to our success.” She gave a pointed look at her new disciple. “Step forward, brother, and tell everyone how we will triumph over the Beladors who have persecuted you even though you bleed their blood.”

Conlan O’Meary lowered the hood of his robe. “There is an Alterant who is ready to lead us to victory
by breaching the warding of Treoir Castle. In return, we have offered this Alterant what no one else can, the end of being victimized by the Beladors. When the time comes to take possession of Treoir, Priestess, I will deliver you Evalle Kincaid, who will destroy the inhabitants of Treoir Castle and open the gates for you.”