Rise of the Gryphon (17 page)

She pondered on what he said. “Alterants are hard to find and capturing one would take pretty powerful majik. Why would
anyone
risk losing their Alterant in a death match?”

“Because we are offering a trade to the sponsors of the final five for their Alterants. We anticipate having to trade Noirre majik for the beasts.”

The most powerful non-Medb witches would kill to obtain Noirre majik. Kizira put down a strawberry and interrupted. “That will bring VIPER down on our heads. Even our forces can’t hold if two or more pantheons attack us.”

“VIPER would first ha’ ta convince two or more coalition pantheons to start a war. Be that as it may, with death starin’ Flaevynn in the face, she does no care. The way she sees it, she’ll either be immortal or
dead very soon. Either way, she will ha the final say in all this.”

Selfish bitch had always had the final say. Kizira was counting the minutes until Flaevynn’s death. “What motivation do Alterants have for fighting in this event?”

“The Medb will offer the five who survived the Elite matches a chance to become warriors who can conquer death.”

“And how does Flaevynn intend to make good on an offer of
immortality
?”

“We have no called it immortality.” Cathbad lifted a hand again. “Once ya see what the Alterants can do, you will understand this offer. I can no tell ya more yet.”

He and Flaevynn really believed this would work? “Why would anyone believe the Medb? That’s a bold offer.”

“A Medb representative will be required ta satisfy a truth test at the beast championship.”

She put down the linen napkin that had appeared with the food and leaned forward, arms crossed, mouth set hard. “Let me get this straight. The Medb are making an offer that will bring out every powerful being imaginable, all of whom will expect the offer to be proven bona fide in public, which means
I’ll
be the one sent to do that truth test. The only test that group would accept was one of death as a penalty. You let Flaevynn put me in the dungeon and torture me, then expect me to trust you on
this
?”

He moved toward her, and Kizira backed up until her shoulders hit the chair. “Give me a chance ta explain, child.”

“Why?”

Cathbad’s gaze slid sideways to Flaevynn’s throne. When Kizira followed the direction of his gaze, she noticed the dragon’s eyes watching them, so she whispered, “Should we leave?”

“No necessary.” Cathbad raised his hands, then chanted terse words. A purple fog curled around their feet, then smoked out to wind around and around the two of them.

When it stopped, she and Cathbad were in a cocoon that resembled the lavender cotton candy she’d once seen at a festival in the mortal world.

When Cathbad finished the spell, he said, “That should protect our words so we’ll no both end up in the dungeon.”

“Won’t she notice?”

“The dragon sees us still talking at the table, discussing what you will need in order ta do Flaevynn’s bidding. She may be powerful, but she ha never known all that I can do.” He grinned, reminding Kizira of the man who used to dote on her as a child when Flaevynn was not around. “Now I’ll explain why ya must trust me. We ha less than three days ta break the curse, and now that you are free we must be busy.”

“What makes you think I care about that curse anymore?” Kizira challenged, tired of being used in a game that was no-win for her. “If Flaevynn is successful and takes control of Treoir, she’ll probably also figure out how to get the water brought to her and become immortal, at which time she’ll kill me, and
you
, too.”

“True, but—”

“If she
doesn’t
take the castle, Flaevynn will die and so will I, since she refuses to pass on any legacy to another queen. Every scenario ends with me dead. Can’t say I’m feeling the love.”

Cathbad clucked his tongue. “If ya would settle down and listen ta me, you would know what’s goin’ ta happen. Ya must have more faith.”

Was he serious? “Faith is in short supply for me right now.”

“Give me one chance ta convince ya.”

She muttered to herself until she lifted her eyes to his. “Don’t waste it.”

“I would no help Flaevynn if I thought you and I would no both survive. All you ha ta do is follow her instructions and I will make sure she never gets out of my sight and does no get there ahead of me.”

“As if I have a choice in doing her bidding when I’m compelled?” She’d snapped the words at him but kept her voice hushed.

“Ya ha outmaneuvered Flaevynn’s compulsion spell more than once.”

Kizira grudgingly admitted, “Yes, but I’ve never been able to disregard a direct order.” Some secrets had to be shielded at all costs. Kizira refused to even think about what was dear to her while inside this place.

“Using that sly phrasin’ and your clever mind is all ya need ta do what you must. You may be angry with the way I did no stand up for ya earlier, but it ha taken me all this time ta get you released. That would no ha
happened if I ha no convinced Flaevynn I was more interested in savin’
her
than anyone.”

Distrust moved through Kizira’s chest, but she couldn’t argue that she
was
free, so she didn’t berate him again. “Okay, I’m here. Now what?”

“For us ta succeed and Flaevynn ta fail, you must do two things.”

“I’m listening.”

“Ya must show Flaevynn that ya are following her orders exactly while capturing the Alterants, and no interfere with their trainin’.”

“Why would I interfere?”

“Because we both know ya are protectin’ someone.”

The blush of warmth that had returned with her healing rushed out of her face when she was reminded that Cathbad knew a secret Kizira would shield from Flaevynn at all costs.

Cathbad must have taken her silence as denial. He sighed. “Ah, child, we’ve already been through this. No need to be remindin’ you how I know of the soft spot in your heart for one particular Belador. The beasts we capture will be compelled to kill all they encounter.” His gaze filled with something she’d almost call regret, but Cathbad was not a man to suffer such a feeling when immortality was on the line.

Kizira shut her mind to keep from thinking about Quinn, or about anything else that mattered to her. This might be a trick to uncover all her secrets. Speaking with an icy calm she didn’t feel, she asked, “What are you getting at?”

Cathbad’s smile came from a sad thought. He sighed and shook his head slightly. “I will no let you be duped into thinkin’ anyone is safe in this game. Once Flaevynn compels you, then you will compel the Alterants we capture at the beast battle. When you do, they will have ta execute your orders. Even Evalle will no be able ta disobey. Give Flaevynn any reason ta doubt your commitment ta this plan by protecting one Belador, and all is lost.”

No, all would never be lost.

Cathbad was a fool if he thought she’d just stand by and let Flaevynn destroy everything that Kizira held dear.

Kizira would do Flaevynn’s bidding for one reason.

To be the first one inside Treoir Castle and swim in that river so that she would become powerful enough to kill a Medb queen.

A
t nine on the dot, Evalle rode her gold Suzuki GSX-R through an opening in the face of the mountain that housed VIPER headquarters in North Georgia. She slowed her bike and parked near where Tzader Burke stood inside with a group of agents.

By the time she peeled out of her riding gear, most of the Beladors had dispersed, probably headed to the meeting room.

She strode across the stone floor, her boot heels tapping a straight line to Tzader. Just over six feet tall and cut with muscle from head to toe, he was one of her two best friends. He exuded power, leadership and confidence. Beautiful coffee-brown skin covered all that muscle hidden inside a navy-blue collared shirt, jeans and a black leather jacket. The honed cut of his nose and cheeks shaped his face with lethal perfection, but you couldn’t call him pretty.

Or maybe you could. But it would only happen once.

Maistir over the North American Beladors, Tzader commanded attention just by entering a room, and he took in everything at once with the eyes of a hawk.

She trusted this man more than she would’ve trusted a brother if she’d ever had a sibling. “What’s up with no telepathy?”

“An infection. One of our Beladors was brought in with severe disorientation and erratic behavior. By the time a Belador healer got a look at him, he couldn’t communicate, so the healer tried reaching him telepathically to find out what was going on.”

“It had to be bad for the healer to do that.” Because Sen allowed no telepathy inside the mountain and no majik beyond what he wielded.

“Yes, but that’s how the healer caught the infection.”

Now the telepathic silence made sense. “Where’d it come from?”

“Before the healer lost his ability to talk, he shouted
Nightstalker
.” A grave look crossed Tzader’s face. “We think the ghouls are passing it somehow in the handshake. This shuts down our best line of intel.”

Evalle couldn’t help that her first thought was for her favorite Nightstalker, Grady, a grouchy old ghoul she considered a friend. Nightstalkers traded intel for a brief handshake with a powerful being, thus gaining ten minutes of corporeal form. Most spent that ten minutes chugging any liquor they could find.

Grady was in danger. She should go back and check on him. She should . . .
stop panicking
. The bone. She had to keep a grip on the stupid bone. Forcing calm into her tone, she asked, “How many Beladors are infected?”

“We have five here, and I’ve sent a team to hunt down a couple who’ve gone MIA who probably thought it was the flu, then lost consciousness, or might be walking around exposed to dangerous elements. That’s why I
told everyone no telepathic contact until we can quarantine this infection.”

Trey McCree walked up, his thick body stuffed in a gray T-shirt, brown corduroy jacket and jeans that might be his favorite pair, based on the worn knees and pockets. He said hello to Evalle, then started reporting on all his people. As Trey was one of the most powerful Belador telepaths, they couldn’t afford for him to get infected.

Evalle hated to put one more thing on Tzader’s shoulders, but as soon as Trey finished, she had to tell Tzader what was going on. She’d kept her activities with Macha secret long enough, and Macha made it clear Evalle was flying solo now.

Macha might be her goddess, but Tzader and Quinn were the closest Evalle had ever come to having family. If she didn’t make it out of the ABC, she wanted Tzader to know the truth behind why she’d entered. Because Sen would convince everyone she’d gone inside to gain immortality.

When Trey finished his report and walked away, Tzader made a move to follow him.

“You got a minute, Z?” Evalle asked.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Is it important? I need to get these agents back out on the street.”

Would I ask if it wasn’t?
Her temper jumped at his sharp tone and her skin started baking. She clamped her jaws to keep from saying something she’d regret. Tzader was doing his job. Breathing through her teeth, she
waved a hand to move him on. “Yes, it’s important, but I can wait.”

With a quick nod, he was off again.

Pulling on the long sleeves of her vintage Army BDU—Battle Dress Uniform—shirt to keep the armband hidden, she followed Tzader.

“Where’re you going, Z? The conference room’s in the other direction.”

“The amphitheater.”

“How many agents are in?”

“Thirty-eight. We’ve alerted the other divisions electronically.”

Did that mean there was more to this meeting than discussing an outbreak of infection? Inside the cavernous amphitheater lit by torches, Tzader took the steps down to the stage two at a time.

Why the medieval look, when Sen could conjure up anything with a snap?

Evalle scoped out the crowd, finally locating Trey and a few others she’d teamed up with in the past. The room was curved, with tiered seating of carved stone steps going down to a stage that glowed around the edges. Picking her way across legs that pulled aside for her, she plopped down next to Trey, who sat one row in front of Lucien, Casper and Adrianna.

Evalle nodded at Reece “Casper” Jordan, who was every inch a Texas cowboy, except on rare occasions. He got the nickname “Casper” because he shared his body with a thirteenth-century ghost. Every now and then the ghost would show up for a battle.

A grin lit up his rough and rugged face when he noticed her. “Things sure have been calm since you got over your EMS attack.”

She would not rise to the bait. Another agent had accused her of suffering from EMS—Evalle Missing Storm—while Storm had been MIA for three weeks. She’d put a couple of vicious gang members in the hospital on her crankier days. They’d deserved it for raping and killing a young girl. “Surprised to see you here, Casper.”