Dragon: Allie's War Book Nine (93 page)

“Of course, brother,” Menlim said to him gently. Leaning forward, he smiled, patting Revik’s hand without getting up from the wooden chair where he sat. “Of course. Enjoy the afternoon. I will find you later today. There is no need to worry about this now. We will discuss this again, and I will tell you more about what has been decided…”

Revik glanced at him. The ancient seer looked different to him now.

Revik tasted that flavor on the edges of his lips.

Death. Like the leaves. Like what lived down below.

He didn’t let his discomfort with that thought mark the contours of his face.

“Of course, father,” he said politely.

Bowing, he fought to think what more he could say. He felt he should say more. He did not know why he should, when he hadn’t in the past. Then he did know.

The thought came, even as its meaning eluded him.

This was goodbye.

His mind turned that over, not fully understanding it, but feeling it as true.

It was goodbye.

“Thank you, father,” he said.

He could feel the part of him that meant it, that felt a warmer gratitude as he looked at the sitting corpse. So he said it again.

“…Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, my son.” Menlim’s smile was faint, his eyes holding affection as he looked up at him. “You are very, very welcome, my beloved Nenzi…”

30

BROTHER MINE

“Let me go, goddamn it!”

He caught hold of my arm again, even as I turned. I had to bite my lip that time, doing everything in my power to keep from unleashing the telekinesis to shove him back, if only to get him to let me go. Even so, I felt some sliver of the intention there, the awareness of how close we were to Menlim’s construct, how easily he might feel me.

When I turned, Jem’s eyes met mine, his green eyes holding an intensity that made me flinch. “Allie…he could kill you. He could really fucking kill you.”

I shook my head, pulling his hand off me as I met his gaze.

“Alyson!”

“Jem…you haven’t been feeling him!”

“I’ve been feeling him
through
you,” Jem said, his voice harder, more frustrated. “It's the same bloody difference!”

“No.” I shook my head again. “No, it’s not.”

I stood there, wearing some of the least appropriate clothes imaginable, from a certain perspective at least. The dress had been Balidor’s idea. To keep me from being conspicuous, I guess…at least in a way that might be relevant. To keep me from looked overly strange if I were to be found anywhere near the City.

I had no idea if anyone was looking for the Bridge at this point, but I agreed with Balidor that if they were, they wouldn’t be looking for me dressed like this.

The one thing that had been heavily imported inside the City’s walls since the Dreng got here had been additional unwillings.

I chose not to think about the implications of that very deeply either.

Balidor seemed to think there was a commerce element there, meaning for later export, in addition to the more immediate needs of the invading force. He also seemed to think there was an element of psychological warfare going on, too.

Which yeah, made sense.

Dalejem’s fingers gripped me tighter.

“Alyson…he’s completely fucking
gone
right now…from what you’ve shown me, at least! You have no
idea
what he’ll do like this! He might bring you back to Menlim simply because he can’t remember who or what you even are!”

His voice grew harder.

“Or he might just decide to snap your fucking neck, Allie. He might decide you fall into the ‘dangerous’ category and kill you, then drag back your corpse to show his master…”

I shook my head, unable to hold his gaze.

His words brought that pain back to my chest, though.

I knew he was right. Logically, I knew.

I just didn’t care.

“We’re out of time,” I said. I found I was repeating myself numbly, my hands clenched into fists as I fought to writhe out of his grasp. “We're out of fucking
time,
Jem…”

“Allie,” he said, at a loss. His voice grew helpless-sounding, even as I felt the fear there intensify, enough that I pulled my light away from his. “Allie, gods. I know. I know how bad this must be for you, darling. But you can’t be rash with this. Lily…”

“Don’t you dare throw our fucking daughter in my face!" I snapped, glaring up at him. “I'm doing this for her! We’re both doing this for her!”

“Allie, that’s not what I––“

“I’m well aware of the fucking danger, okay? But if Revik turns back into Syrimne, Menlim will use him to go after Lily, too…jesus, we’re
all
fucking dead if that happens! All of us! You have no idea what he’s capable of when he’s like that. All that single-mindedness and wanting to redeem himself turns him into a goddamned one-man army. If he thinks he’s fighting for the light, there’ll be no fucking stopping him––”

“Allie, I get that. I do. But you can’t just––”

“No.” I shook my head, jerking my arm away when he reached for me again. I was fighting tears, but I forced them back, shaking my head, more vehemently that time. “No. We don’t have time for this! I told him to meet me. I told him to meet me there…”

“How do you know he even
understood
that?” Dalejem asked, his voice frustrated. “He hasn't understood a single fucking other thing you've sent to him.”

“I don't know…maybe he didn’t. But I have to be there, Jem in case he did…” I shook my head, feeling that pain in my chest worsen. “I mean it about being out of time, Jem. That’s not just me panicking…I can fucking
feel
it. Menlim’s going to move him…transfer him somewhere where we can’t find him, do something more to his mind. We’re going to fucking
lose
him if I don't go now…we’re going to really fucking
lose
him…”

I heard the fear in my voice, even before I felt Jem flinch.

When I turned that time, I saw him staring at me, his eyes wider, holding a near wariness. Seeing the expression on his face, I realized it wasn’t just fear that was pulsing off my light.

It was terror. Full-scale panic, at least.

I was breathing harder, almost out of my fucking head with it.

It took us too long to get here.

It took us way too goddamned long.

We’d been held up, too many times. Those fucking Wvercian bands outside of Beijing held us up for most of the previous day.

“Allie…” Jem began.

“This conversation is
over,
Jem. It’s over.”

I was already walking away from him. Lifting the shoulder bag I’d procured from the same abandoned house where I’d gotten the clothes, I walked to the jeep that stood in the shadowed part of the alley, ignoring the bullet holes that now riddled one side. Grabbing the scarf off the box of clothes and ammo in the back, I proceeded to wrap it around my head and hair. Then I reached back into the jeep, pulling my gun off the back seat.

Feeling the other seer approach, I looked up at Jasek only after I started fitting my headpiece around my ear.

The sun was going down.

I didn’t expect Revik for a few hours yet, but I wasn’t going to be late.

“Contact Balidor,” I told Jasek. “Tell him we’re going to need him ready for pick up. Water possibly, since everything else seems to be out right now…and driving won’t be fast enough. But we’ll need airlifts out, as backup at least, in case things go south…”

Jasek shook his head. “We can’t, Esteemed Bridge. Contact him, that is. All of our clean channels out of here have been compromised by the new security measures in effect over Beijing. We’ll definitely be overheard if we try to transmit out.”

I felt my jaw harden.

I didn’t glance at Jem as I saw him walk up to stand by the shorter seer.

“What about Brooks?” I said, my voice gruffer. Reaching into the back seat of the jeep, I grabbed a few magazines out of the open box, stuffing them into the dark green bag I already wore around my head and shoulder. Arranging it so that it wouldn’t interfere with the off-the-shoulder dress, I added, “Can we use one of the secure lines we set up with her?”

Jasek shook his head, gesturing a seer’s hard no with his hand. “No, sister. The same problem applies.”

I looked at Jem, feeling my shoulders tense when I saw him frowning at Jasek, too.

“I thought we had an emergency signal for this,” I said. “A back up.”

Jasek clicked softly, but not at me. “So did we. We were wrong.”

“But we’re up against that deadline,” I said. “We need to contact her. Within the next four fucking hours, unless I’m mistaken…”

Jasek frowned, not answering. He rested his gloved hands on his hips, but not before making a brief gesture in seer.

I interpreted its meaning as being along the lines of,
Reality is reality.

Wasn’t that the fucking truth.

“Send someone out,” I said, even as I reached back into the ammunition box. Shoving another two magazines into the shoulder bag, along with an extra gun, I tied the bag closed, feeling a ripple of pain off Dalejem as he looked at me in the low-cut dress. I ignored that, too.
 

“Use my access code,” I added to Jasek, motioning towards Jem. “Jem has it. Along with my passwords. Tell whoever you reach to let Brooks know what we’re doing…and tell her not to
kill
us, goddamn it. Tell her I’ll contact her myself as soon as I can…”

Jasek gave me a bow and a formal salute. “Yes, sir.”

He retreated then, frowning briefly at Jem as he left. The way he did it made me wonder if he’d overheard us arguing, or if he’d felt Jem’s pain...or if it was because I’d given Jem my pass codes. I wasn’t sure if I could give a flying fuck about any of that, though.

I looked at Jem. “You’re going to have to be the one to coordinate with ‘Dori.”

Jem nodded, making a dismissive gesture. “I know.”

“I mean it, Jem…you should get out of here,” I said. “Go with whoever Jasek sends. In fact, all of you should just get out of Beijing…there’s nothing more you can do for me here, not now. Get to where you can coordinate with ‘Dori’s team after I find Revik. I’ll signal you when I need it…we won’t have much of a window. I basically have to do it as soon as I can get into his light. I don’t have any way to estimate a timeframe––”

“I know all of that, Alyson,” Jem said, his voice angry.

When I looked at him, I saw pain in his expression.

He clicked at me when I continued to study his face, his light hardening.

“Do I warrant a fucking kiss goodbye, at least?” he said.

My mouth curled into a frown.

He was already walking towards me though, that aggression thing flaring in his light before he’d made it halfway to where I stood.

“Jem…” I began, my voice angry.

But he didn’t let me finish.

Catching hold of me around the waist, he yanked me against his body, nearly crushing me in his arms. Lowering his head, he kissed me, hard, wrapping his arms around me in that dress, pain and possession clutching at my light even as that heat once more flared in my chest.