Born of Stone (9 page)

He winced when he turned his head and felt the sore on the side of his neck. Had it been a poisoned dart? Something had dropped him like a sack of rocks. He’d gone down so fast he hadn’t even been able to send a call out to his kin. And what would they make of this? By now, they would know of the attack on Angor. By now, they would know he wasn’t doing his duty. He roared in anger. For nearly a century he had served as a protector to the realm and now he was unable to fulfill his purpose. Never had he been so helpless. And all because of a spurned Kevan? Iva would certainly like him to think so but he had his doubts.

 
He looked from one wrist to the other at the material holding him captive. It wasn’t hemp or any other type of roping material with which he was familiar. It wasn’t steel or iron, but felt as cold as either. It was smooth against his skin so at least there would be no chafing. He had been tugging on it since the moment he’d woken in this position. His skin was sore but had yet to break. There was that, at least. Perhaps it was of a wizard’s making. Could one of the Twenty be in league with a mad Kevan? Not likely, but at this point he wouldn’t discount the possibility.

No, disregarding any possibility could lead to his downfall. As far as he was concerned, no one could be trusted. He had attempted to morph into his gargoyle form soon after waking but to no avail. Was it the drug in his system? He was still a bit drowsy but not nearly as badly before. For now, all he could do was wait.

Phaidra stood in the doorway and simply stared for a moment. He was glorious. For too long she had admired Nel from afar, watching him flit from one Kevan to the next without a true care for any. Was that why Iva had captured him? She thought not and knew it was wrong to hold him captive. But Iva and Kalypso were her superiors. She was but a lowly Fifth, not yet high enough for battles and certainly not high enough to question a First and Second.

She held the flask of water to her breasts and took a deep, calming breath. No matter how good he always looked to her, or how badly she’d always wanted his attention, she knew her duty. She was to give him water—no more—and then leave him be. Those orders had come from Iva herself and brooked no argument. She glanced down at her simple dress with a frown. Fifths weren’t allowed the more colorful garments her elders wore, but she hated to finally approach a Master in such a plain robe. There was no help for it now. She needed to hurry and finish this so she could see to her other duties.

With a final deep breath for courage, she entered the room. He hadn’t noticed her standing in the doorway, but as soon as she neared his gaze found her. She froze with ten steps still separating them. His golden-brown eyes assessed her from head to toe. Did he find her lacking? Most likely. She was short for a Kevan and her breasts were smaller than many. Also, her hair was darker than the Kevan’s usual golden or reddish locks and fell to her waist. Most of the Kevan were warriors and kept their hair short for fighting. Phaidra didn’t have a warrior’s spirit, much to her elders’ chagrin.

She swallowed her apprehension and closed the distance, holding the flask out like an offering.

“I bring you water, Master Nel.”

He said nothing, only continued to stare at her. It made her nervous and she couldn’t stop her hands from trembling when she held the flask to his mouth. At first he didn’t react, but then when she was considering pulling it back he finally opened his mouth. She tilted the tapered mouth of the flask to cover his lower lip. Clear, cool water flowed and he drank it down eagerly. How long had he gone without? She knew he’d been captured sometime in the night and it was now midday. Had they kept him thirsty this whole time?

He finally used his chin to push the flask up and she pulled it away. It was much lighter. He had taken nearly half.

“Food?” he asked. “Will I be starved as well?”

She opened her mouth to answer but realized she didn’t know and simply shrugged instead. His gaze roamed over her face and down her body.

“You’re a young one, aren’t you? What are you? Twenty winters?”

“Twenty-two, Master.”

“Very young. And very pretty. How have I never seen you before on my visits?”

She nearly dropped the flask in shock. He found her pretty? But then the voice of reason spoke up in her head. Of course he found her pretty. He was a captive and she was not.

“It won’t work,” she said suddenly. He arched one thick brow and she shook her head. “You can call me pretty all you want. I don’t have the power to free you.”

He laughed though it held little humor. “I call you pretty and you think I’m only looking to be freed? I won’t lie, pretty one, I would prefer to be free of these bonds. However, that is not why I complimented you.”

“O-oh…”

“What is your name?”

Should she tell him? “Ph-Phaidra.”

It slipped out before she could stop herself and she took a wary step back.

He simply grinned. “Phaidra? As in the wife of Theseus?”

“If the myth is to be believed,” she said.

He nodded slowly and tightened his fists as he sat up straighter. She watched in fascination while his biceps bulged, but he could only go so far. His ankles were also secured.

“Tell me, Phaidra, what is this that holds me so secure? It’s no metal I’ve ever seen.”

She frowned and stepped closer to get a better look at his wrists. It was nearly impossible to ignore his nakedness, but she did her best to keep her eyes where they should be.

“I do believe it is thellomonite, a mineral found only in the Kevarn Mountains. We use it for many things.”

“And it’s incredibly strong.”

“Yes.”

He sighed and tugged his wrists against the cuffs but they held. He would have more luck trying to break them free of the oak headboard, but she didn’t think it wise to mention that. Most likely he’d figure it out for himself soon anyway.

“Why is Iva holding me here? Do you know?”

“I have not been told. I’m only supposed to give you water and then leave.”

He lifted a brow again and then grinned. It was impossible not to be affected by that grin.

“Only water, eh? You have done that duty but I still see you here, pretty one. Perhaps you’d like to keep me company for a while?”

Of course she did. He had been the subject of every fantasy she’d ever had. But staying any longer was dangerous and foolhardy.

“I can’t. I’m sorry…I must go.”

She quickly turned for the door but he called out to her.

“Phaidra, wait…please.”

She froze in the doorway, checking to be certain the hallway was still clear. It was, so she braved a glance over her shoulder. “Yes?”

“I’m being held against my will and that goes against at least three different treaties. You must know this. I’m not sure what Iva hopes to accomplish but she risks war with my brothers, my king and the Twenty.”

All the blood drained to her toes and she swayed, barely catching the doorframe in enough time to stay upright.

“Phaidra?”

“I can’t do anything about this, Master Nel. I’m powerless—”

“No. Only those who do nothing remain powerless. You can get word to my brothers. They will be searching for me.”

He was right, but she was terrified. She looked at him another moment to capture his masculine beauty in her mind’s eye, and then she turned and ran.

Nel watched the pretty little Kevan run from the room and sighed. He knew the chances she would help him were remote but he had to try something. The thellomonite was beyond his strength. It wasn’t too much of a surprise that he’d never heard of the mineral. The Kevan kept their secrets well. It had only been in the last fifty years or so that the Masters had been allowed to bed them on a regular basis. So far, no offspring had come of the pairings though the Twenty had assured them they were fertile. As far as Nel knew, he was the only one who had considered having children.

A now-familiar ache formed in his chest at the thought. He was one of the few who frequented the human villages, though he bedded their women rarely. But they always had children everywhere. Big ones, small ones, clean ones, dirty ones. Some were light, some were dark, some could speak in spectacular whole sentences, and yet some would simply stare at him as if he were in his Gargoyle form. He laughed at the thought and leaned his head back against the bed.

Why he would be thinking of human children now of all times, he didn’t know. But he did know the ache to create a child was only getting worse. If the Kevan couldn’t conceive with his kind—and it was apparent after fifty years they could not—then what kind of woman could? Not even the human pairings had created offspring.

He stretched again while he considered the various female creatures on the continent of Lenara. Halstrid took up the northern quarter of the vast continent but there were other, smaller kingdoms beneath it. Perhaps it was time to travel farther south and bed other females? He shuddered at the thought. The action moved his wrist and he once again jerked on his restraints. There was still no give but the wooden bed creaked beneath him. He stilled.

Up to this point, he hadn’t been alone while conscious long enough to explore all his options. Now he looked more closely at his situation. Both wrists and both ankles were surrounded by a metal cuff that was, in turn, attached to a length of chain made from the thellomonite. This afforded him some limited movement—more for his feet where the chain was longer. He twisted as much as he could to inspect the points of restraint at the top of the headboard. It appeared the thellomonite was imbedded within the wooden posts. But how deep did it go? With time he might be able to pull the chain loose.

He took a deep breath and calmed his racing thoughts, centering all his significant power. Then he applied slow and steady pressure to the wrist cuffs. The chain pulled taut beneath his strength and the wood creaked again. Unfortunately, it held, but he knew if he kept trying it wouldn’t hold indefinitely. Hopefully, he could free himself before Iva accomplished whatever she had set out to do.

For two full days, Astrid was in heaven. Orestes treated her like his most prized possession, bathing her, feeding her, and making love to her until she begged him to stop. He was insatiable and for the moment, he seemed to only want her. Even the delectable food brought to their door on a regular schedule never kept his attention long. He would ensure she had eaten her fill and then be ready to take her again. It was…daunting. But she had never been happier in her life.

And so, like all good things, it finally came to an end like she’d known it would.

She remained naked in his bed, trying to catch her breath from their last bout of lovemaking, while he stood to don his clothes. The Masters had no official uniform since even their clothes turned to stone when they changed. He pulled on a simple shirt and thick, coarse pants with buttons up the front. Then he pulled on his long leather coat and began sticking various weapons in the many pockets. She watched in fascination while he slipped a dagger into each sleeve.

“I want you to remain here, in my room, as long as you like. In fact, it would please me greatly to know you’ve slept every night in my bed while I’m away,” he said.

It would please her greatly as well, but she was afraid to admit that aloud. “As you wish. Who is now in charge of the staff? I’ll have to find out where my duties are now.”

He turned to face her with a frown and shrugged. “I don’t know, but I can ask Wynn before I leave.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded but was still frowning. “Astrid, I don’t…”

She waited but he seemed to be struggling for words.

“Yes?” she asked.

He faced her fully, leaning both hands flat on the bed and closing the distance until he could easily reach her for a kiss. “I don’t like the idea of you working yourself to death while I’m gone. Is there any way I can convince you to simply stay up here, in my room?”

She laughed until she realized he was serious. “But Orestes…what would I
do
all day? It’s not in me to simply lounge the hours away.”

He sighed and straightened to run his hands over his face. Then he set them on his hips and looked around his spacious room. She also looked around. There were books and parchment but she didn’t have the knowledge for either. Perhaps he had clothes to mend? She could also keep the room clean, but that certainly wouldn’t take more than an hour of her time.

“No,” he said finally. “I don’t suppose there is much to do here while I’m gone.”

He paced back and forth before her and her heart melted a little more. Could this mean he truly cared for her?

“What if…” He headed for the fire and gazed into its depths as if seeking inspiration. Then he finally looked her way again. “What if I asked Wynn to assign you to the library? You could keep it dusted and organized. Perhaps there is more in there to do. I’m sure it can be made into a full-time job.”

She sat up slowly, afraid her joy would make her burst. It took a moment for her to find her tongue. “The library? You would trust me with your library?”

He finally seemed to realize her excitement and grinned as he neared the bed again. “Yes, my little star. I think you would be perfect in there.”