Read His Lordship Possessed Online
Authors: Lynn Viehl
Tags: #General, #Fiction, #Fantasy, #Historical, #Science Fiction, #Urban, #Steampunk
She didn’t.
“You’re not really going to do this,” I assured her.
“You can’t hand me over to them like I’m nothing to you.
I was your friend long before you met Charlie.” When
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she said nothing, I felt my heart clench. “Sweet Mary,
Bridget Sullivan. Were you ever mine?”
A mask of real anger settled over her face. “I never
met anyone as bloody mule-headed as you, Kit. Told
you to stay away from the Hill, didn’t I? But no. You
had to go nosing round Walsh and his business. You did
this to yourself, dearie.” She strode to me, grabbing me
by the hair and jerking me close. In a murmur, she said,
“Th ey took Charlie and the kids, and they’re holding
them on a ship somewhere. Said I’d only get them back
alive if I did this. Sorry, love.” In a louder voice she said,
“And I’m done with you.” She slipped her hand into a
seam on the side of my skirt that shouldn’t have been
open. I understood why it was when I felt the second
of Wrecker’s blades being tucked in my garter. “If you
know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up now, and when
they take you to the master, give him exactly what he
deserves.”
I had to put on a show for Walsh’s men when they
returned, so I struggled and called out to her, begging
for her to save me while wanting her to do no such thing
at all.
Bridget pretended to be indiff erent, although just as
they dragged me off she looked sick.
Outside the shop the men used the rope to bind my
wrists and ankles, so there was no getting to Wrecker’s
blade after they tossed me in the back of their carri. I fell over on my side and stayed there, enduring the jolting as
I thought through every possible course of action.
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Obviously Zarath wouldn’t be fooled by renewed
protestations of my love this time round. I’d count myself
a lucky gel to get a word out before he took retribution.
As long as I was bound I couldn’t use Wrecker’s knife to
defend myself. Anyway, the blade was steel, and would
do nothing to hurt the Aramanthan. If I were smart I’d
plant it in my own heart as soon as I got a hand free.
Zarath couldn’t hurt a corpse.
But the Reapers intended to turn everyone in Rumsen
into walking corpses, and I couldn’t allow that, not if
there was something I could do to stop them. I’d also
promised Dredmore that I would set his spirit free.
I smelled the docks a few seconds before the carri
screeched to a stop. I closed my eyes and went limp,
keeping up the pretense of a faint until one of them
tossed me over his shoulder. From that vantage point I
saw (upside down and in snatches, of course) that they
were delivering me to a big clipper with black sails and
a pitch-covered hull. Up the gangway we went, and I
caught a few glimpses of a group of men in bankers’ suits
before I was dumped on the deck before them.
“Untie her; she’s not going anywhere. Th is
is
the one who attacked the master?” one of the suits asked as the
rope was removed from my wrists and ankles.
“Aye. Caught her at the gowner’s.”
Th rough the slits of my eyes I watched the two
footmen retreat before I concentrated on being nothing
more than a pile of laundry.
“Very good. I wasn’t anxious to cut the throat of such
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a valuable pawn as Duluc,” the suit said, his chilly voice
closer now. He nudged me over with a careless prod of
his shoe. “I know this tart. She hires herself out to dispel magic.” His tone hardened. “Bringing her here was
foolish. Even on the Hill she has a reputation for being
most eff ective.”
“She has but a few pathetic tricks,” a new but very
familiar voice replied. “None of them will stop us or save
her now.” Celestino. So, he had survived my stabbing.
I could only cringe on the inside and pray that Zarath
would make an appearance before his underling repaid
me in kind.
“I know what happened when the master returned to
us,” the suit said. “If she is so harmless, then why would
Lucien Dredmore surrender his body to protect her?”
“Walsh said the fool was in love with her.”
I dared lifted one eyelid, just enough to see the Talian,
his hair hanging in oily rings over his forehead, his arm
bound up in a sling tied over his blood-blotched jacket.
He walked to me and as he crouched down I closed my
eye again. “Why is she like this? Did you beat her into
unconsciousness?”
“No, sir,” the footman said. “She fainted.”
“Th ey are so delicate, the ladies of this country.”
Celestino stood up. “But this one, she is more like the
cockroach. You must crush her under your heel slowly,
like a tick.”
Guessing what he meant to do, I bit the inside of my
lip, but the boot that slammed into my belly kicked a cry
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of pain up through my teeth.
“Th at would be for stabbing me,” the Talian
mentioned as he drew back his boot. “And this”—he
kicked me in the back—” is for the master.”
Knowing there would be more of the same or worse, I
curled over and made pitiful noises, crawling a bit while
I measured the distance between my body and the edge
of the deck. Th ere was railing to contend with, but not a
great height of it.
“Zarath wanted her alive, did he not?” one of the suits
inquired.
“So he will have her,” Celestino said. “A few broken
bones will not make any diff erence to him.”
When his boot struck my ribs, I turned onto my
side, tucking my arms against me and wailing as if he’d
cracked something. Th e fourth time he came at me I let
the impact roll me over—and kept rolling until I collided
with the railing.
I was up and over the side before anyone could react,
and plummeted down the side of the ship like a stone.
Before I fell between the hull and the dock into the
murky water I reached out, catching a mooring rope with
my hands. Splinters of oakum stabbed into my palms,
and grabbing on in mid-fall nearly wrenched my arms
out of their sockets, but I didn’t let go. Once I stopped
bobbing I swung my legs out and back, out and back until
I had enough momentum to make the leap to the dock.
I collapsed on the boards as soon as I landed, and
for a moment I wasn’t sure I could rise again. Th en I
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heard fast, heavy thuds and the gangway bouncing and
struggled to my feet.
I hiked up my skirts and ran from the ship to the way
station, where I glanced back. Celestino and his men had
reached the bottom of the gangway, but they weren’t
chasing me. Th ey were just standing there, watching.
Slowly I turned round to see Dredmore walking
toward me with an unhurried pace. He wore a new set of
powder-free clothing, over which he had put on Lucien’s
greatcoat, and carried a strange black club covered with
scarlet symbols.
“Oh, hello, Lucien.” I had nowhere to run, and too
many reasons to stay. “Did you have a nice nap? Sorry
about the headache. A little chamomile soother will work
wonders on that. Shall I go fetch some for you from a
cart?”
“I knew you would return.” He didn’t try to club me
over the head or grab me, but put his knuckles under
my chin to tip up my face. “Mortal love makes you this
foolish. But even if you could dispossess me, woman, the
spirit of your man will not return to this body.”
“I know.” And I was a fool for thinking I could do
this.Someone groaned, and I heard the door of the way
station rattle. “You out there. I can’t get out. Help me.”
“I see.” Zarath ignored Montrose Walsh’s squealing
as he stroked my cheek with his fi ngertips. “You came to
prevent me from casting the spell. Th at will not happen.
You may watch instead. In a few moments, you and every
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mortal in this city will belong to me.”
I turned my face away. “Not if I break the spell fi rst.”
“It is not one spell, foolish child. It is thousands upon
thousands. Once it is released, not even I could stop it.”
Th e scarlet symbols on the black club began to glow. “But
I shall use it to send you into a waking dream, where you
will know every time I take my pleasure of your pain and
your fl esh, where you can do nothing but feel it.”
“How delightful.” I shuffl ed back and reached behind
me for the way station’s door latch, and from it removed
the iron rail tie I’d used to keep Montrose imprisoned
inside. “I can’t fathom why everyone fi nds you so utterly
repulsive,” I mentioned as I pocketed the spike. “I mean,
other than the way you talk, behave, think, and smell,
you’re quite the catch, aren’t you?”
He grabbed hold of my bodice, tearing it as he jerked
me close. “Open your mouth.”
“Go back to hell.” I spat in his face.
He took hold of my throat with one hand and cut
off my air, and no matter how I clawed at him, kept
strangling me. Shadows loomed before my eyes, inviting
me to throw myself into them. Looking into death was
such a terrible relief that I gasped.
Zarath’s hand clapped over my mouth at the same time
he released my neck, and the need to breathe overcame
everything. I didn’t realize he had shoved a stone into my
mouth until it slid to the back of my tongue and went
down my throat. It burned my insides as it went down,
and I fought to stop it, coughing and retching violently.
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Nothing came out, and then I felt it in my stomach, hot
and cold, an unbearable weight.
Zarath put his mouth next to my ear. “Do you feel
her? Th at is my queen, Anamorg. She is inside you now,
and she will keep you from breaking any spell. I have only
to release her from the stone, and your body will be hers.
Th en Anamorg will devour your spirit, and you will be
nothing.”
“Not a very pretty name, is it? Anamorg.” I rasped
out the words as I reached in my pocket for the rail tie.
“Sounds to me like a disease of the bottom.”
His expression tightened with outrage. “For that I wil
make you know agony as you could not imagine.”
“Sorry, but it’s my turn now.” I threw myself against
him, knocking him down on his back. I had only a
moment to straddle him, raise the iron spike I’d taken
from the door handle of the way station, and strike.
I thought I might hesitate, staring down at Dredmore’s
face, knowing what I was about to do. Yet my hand never
wavered or faltered, and I plunged the spike deep into his
chest, thrusting it down with all my strength.
Zarath heaved me off , clutching the end of the spike
as he convulsed. He rolled onto his side, curling over
before he lurched onto all fours. His head came up and
he roared out his pain and fury until the sound died and
a bloody froth bubbled from his lips. I backed away into
Montrose, who stood gaping at the sight.
“What have you done?” he yelped.
Zarath staggered onto his feet, pulling at the spike as
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obscenely wet sounds poured out along with the blood
from his mouth.
“I killed a monster.” I couldn’t bear to see him die,
but I couldn’t look away until I was sure he had. “And I
saved a man.”
Th e Aramanthan reeled toward the ship, but he
strayed too close to the edge of the dock, where he fell
into the water with a tremendous splash.
Celestino, who had run toward us, stopped in his
tracks. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed
like a rag doll. I saw the other men by the gangplank do
the same, and then Montrose fell in front of me, face-fi rst into the dock.
I knelt on the edge of the pier, shoving my fi ngers
deep into my mouth so that I might cast up the stone, but
it wouldn’t come out of me. Th e sensation of burning and
freezing faded, leaving me with only the feeling of a rock
in my belly. Anamorg, queen of the Reapers, waiting to
awake inside me.
“Miss Kittredge.”
I turned my head and saw Inspector Doyle standing a
few feet away. “Oh, hello, Tommy.” Two beaters fl anked
him, and each held their nightsticks ready. “Filthy day,
isn’t it? All this smoke is plaguing my eyes something
awful.”
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