Managing Death (28 page)

‘You may not trust the Orcus, but believe me when I say that there is a certain purity in what we do, in what we had to give up to become this. You just lost your innocence in a different way. It was torn from you. For the rest of us, we tore it from ourselves.

‘We chose this path with our eyes open. We knew the cost of what we did, of those that we killed. I loved my family, I loved my friends, but I knew I could be a better RM than my predecessor. Did I ever tell you that he was my lover?

‘I killed him to become this, because he was weak, because I could see battles far ahead that I knew he wouldn’t be able to fight. He confided in me, bared his shortcomings, and the only way I could see to deal with his weakness was to take the job from him, and the only way that I could do that was via a Schism and the Negotiation. Do you know what it is like to not just lose the ones that you love, but to deliberately take them away? It eats you out like a cancer. But what choice did I have?

‘Ask yourself what Morrigan might have seen coming, what fears drove his decisions. I dare say it was more complicated than just a lust for power. You know us, we’re not all bad, we went into this knowingly and passionately and with a desire to change the world.’ Suzanne lowers her gaze. ‘You know history, the violence that made each of us Death. But don’t you ever fool yourself into thinking you can understand us.’

‘You’re murderers, one and all,’ I say.

Suzanne nods. ‘Oh, yes, we are. And all of us suffer for it. This job is our punishment as much as it is our prize. This business and the Hungry Death inside us, it’s horrible isn’t it? I pity you, sometimes, Steven, that you don’t even have the comfort of your passion to protect you. Oh, how that must hurt, and there is no one to share it with. This job isn’t about giving up everything for your love, it’s about giving up your love, for everything.’

‘And where does that leave you?’

‘I didn’t say it was the right choice, but it was the choice we made. I’m not expecting sympathy, or even understanding. Just acceptance. This is what we have done. All of us suffer, that is the only thing that truly links humanity. We exist, and I truly believe this, to reduce the quantity of suffering in the world even if it means we must bleed ourselves.’

I couldn’t look at her. Love and family, even in the face of suffering, are the most important things to me. The only things I had left to believe in. And maybe that is being selfish. I know it’s selfish. How can I be an RM if I can’t give them up?

She grips my hand. ‘Oh, Steven. There’s so much you still don’t understand. I pity you. The lessons of your time are far crueller than anyone could expect.’

‘Don’t pity me,’ I say, and I’ve never seen her look so amused.

She grabs my face, jerks my head towards hers, and kisses me hungrily. Her lips are as cold as mine, her
heart as silent and stealthy as the one in my chest. For a moment I am intoxicated.

Yes, it would be easier. She would understand me in ways that Lissa can’t hope to. We could have this forever.

But the thought lasts only for a moment. I pull away, wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
Bloody hell, what was I thinking?

‘No,’ I say.

Then I hear the intake of breath. Recognise the new heartbeat in the room.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lissa’s eyes are wide with hurt, but they’re ready to ignite into anger. All it needs is someone as unsubtle – or cruel – as Suzanne to set it off. Or someone as stupid as me.

My cheeks are burning. It’s not as if I did anything wrong … Other than lie to her. Just how did that happen again?

‘I’m surprised he didn’t tell you,’ Suzanne says. ‘I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and well …’ She looks at me slyly, ‘He didn’t refuse it.’

‘You bitch!’ Lissa snarls. ‘You can’t keep out of my family’s business, can you?’

‘Business is business, Lissa. Nothing more. What happened between your father and me … I understand why you might blame me. But –’

‘I don’t blame you.’ Lissa’s right hand clenches into a fist. ‘Oh, hang on a minute, yes, I do.’

‘That’s enough.’ I raise my hands in the air, step between the two of them. ‘It’s all just a –’ And Lissa’s fist
connects with my jaw. She looks from me to Suzanne and back again. I’m not sure who she meant to hit. I don’t think she is, either.

‘You bastard,’ she says – that’s definitely aimed at me. ‘You had to go and do this.’

And she’s out of that room before I can open my mouth.

I rub my jaw, spin on Suzanne. ‘You set me up! You arranged for her to come home!’

Suzanne’s face hardens. ‘You didn’t see this coming?’

‘No, I didn’t.’

‘Why the hell did you flirt with me?’

My face is burning. ‘I never –’

‘You did. The coat, the lingering looks.’

‘I thought I was just playing your game.’ And then rage explodes inside me. ‘Piss off, now.
GO!
’

‘I’ll let you get away with that, but only because I feel a certain element of sympathy. Particularly with what lies ahead. But you will never talk to me like that again.’ Suzanne shifts away.

I’m left in the empty room. I run to the hallway. Lissa’s nowhere to be seen. Out onto the verandah, and then onto the street. Heat slaps me in the face nearly as hard as Lissa’s right hook.

I don’t mind the pain. I deserve it.

Where the hell is Lissa?
I close my eyes, feel her heartbeat. She’s back in the kitchen. I run to her.

‘You lie to me about not meeting her, about not accepting her offer, and then you’re kissing.’ She wipes
at her eyes. ‘If you want to be with one of them, I can understand that. They’re your people now. But to try and keep us going, while – oh, Jesus, Steven. I never thought you’d be such a prick.’

‘Yeah, I’m a prick. I won’t argue with you. I’m an absolute arsehole.’

‘Agreeing with me isn’t helping your case.’

‘But I love you.’

‘Did you take up her offer?’

‘Yes, but I had no choice.’

‘You could have chosen to tell me about it,’ Lissa says. ‘You could have told me everything. I’m a grown-up. You could have trusted me with this.’

‘There’s no lies between us,’ I say, which is technically a lie. Why do I keep digging myself deeper and deeper holes?

‘Just half-truths.’ Lissa shakes her head. ‘So, Steven, you got your ten extra Pomps. But you lost one as well. I’m not going to take this. Not now. I’m leaving.’

‘OK,’ I say, because I don’t know what else to say. I’m sick with shock. ‘But I love you.’

‘Maybe you think you do. But this isn’t love. These lies aren’t love.’ She steps towards me. Her heart is racing at 130 bpm, and then it slows, shifts down to eighty. ‘Now, you know what you need to do?’

‘No.’

‘Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m resigning.’

‘But –’

‘If you don’t do this I’ll hate you forever.’

‘We need you. Mortmax needs you.’

‘Don’t you dare play that card. You’ll do all right. You have her help, after all.’

‘I don’t want her help.’

‘It didn’t look like it when I walked in.’

‘Lissa –’

‘Just do it!’

I look into her eyes, and she holds my gaze. I reach over and she grabs my hands. It was such an easy gesture once, but now so awkward. My hands shake. She’s closed to me, but then she opens up, and I can feel her anger as a visceral thing, a burning agony. It shocks me, even though I was expecting it.

I don’t want to do this. It’s too painful. I’d let go but she’s holding my hands so tightly that my fingers hurt.

I draw the energy back from her, the bit of me that makes pomping possible. I unpick it from her essence. I’ve never had to do this before, and maybe I couldn’t if Suzanne hadn’t taught me. It’s as easy as opening a door. But what it reveals … Here, I can see how I have wounded her. How stupid I was. We’re both crying by the time it’s done. My lip quivers. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘So am I,’ Lissa says. She pushes past me, heading into the bedroom. ‘Don’t follow me!’

A few minutes later, she’s back in the kitchen with a bag bulging with her clothes. She drops it, and a black skirt and blouse tumble free. She glowers, kicks her bag away in frustration. She’s no longer a Pomp. She’s no longer my girl.

I crouch down to help her pick up her things. She pushes my hands away.

‘I can manage,’ she says.

‘You don’t need to leave, I’ll – you can stay here.’

‘You’ll leave me in your parents’ house? Where everything will just remind me of you?’ She bends down, grabs the clothes and shoves them back into her bag.

‘We can work this out. I can do better. No more lies.’

Lissa scowls, her lips move as though to frame some sarcastic response and then she seems to think better of it. ‘I need time to think.’

‘But I –’

‘And you have a Death Moot to run. Don’t let me get in the way of that.’

Why
didn’t I tell her about Suzanne? What stopped me from mentioning it? I have no excuse, or I have far too many.

‘Lissa, I was set up. I’m sure of it. She wanted you to walk in.’ Even to my ears that sounds far too desperate.

‘So I could see you kissing her?’

‘Yes! This won’t happen again … Christ, it didn’t happen the first time.’

‘Really?’ Lissa throws up her hands. ‘Yeah, I’ve seen how it didn’t happen. Don’t you see? I’ve watched all this play out before.’ Lissa picks up her bag. ‘I can’t be this person. Not with you. Mum and Dad, they had their problems, and I swore I would never be like that. And I won’t.’

‘But –’ I reach out towards her. She steps away from me, throws her bag over her shoulder. ‘I’ll come back for the rest later.’

‘Where are you going?’

‘Somewhere. Anywhere but here. And don’t send any of your bloody Avians after me.’ She walks back down the hall, and I follow her to the front door.

‘This could have been so good,’ she says.

‘It still –’ Lissa shuts the door in my face. I flinch backwards, then grab the handle, fling the door open. Lissa is hunched down on the stairs, sobbing.

‘I thought you were going away.’

She clambers to her feet. ‘Oh, fuck you.’

‘Stay with me, I can protect you.’

Lissa’s eyes flare. ‘You can’t even protect yourself! The prick blew up our car, Steven. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be waiting for a fucking taxi right now! He killed Travis and Jacob, he nearly killed Oscar.’

‘But he’ll track you down.’

‘I’m not a Pomp now. You know that’s going to make it harder. I’ve pulled out of the game. If he comes after me, and if you do, too, you better be prepared for the consequences.’

‘You can’t –’

‘Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. You stay away until I’m ready. To forgive you, or not to forgive you. You lied to me. And you lied to me about her.’

‘I wanted to spare your feelings.’

‘No, you didn’t want it to be
difficult
. And that worked out so well. Love isn’t easy, Steven. It’s hard.’

I want to ask her why she’s leaving, then. Why she’s taking the easy option. But I’m the one who has wounded her. I have no right.

She slams her bag onto her shoulder again, and swings around towards the road. ‘Don’t come near me.’

I stand there, my mouth hanging open. I deserve it. I’m a fool. I can no more touch her now than when she was a ghost.

A taxi pulls into the street. Lissa looks back at me as it stops beside her. Her eyes are hard. Then she jumps into the cab. I watch it go.

There’ll be time to make it right. But not now. Now she’s safer away from me. I have to believe that. The day after tomorrow, the Death Moot begins.

A sparrow looks at me. I nod at it. And send the little Avian Pomp after the taxi.

I’
m still in shock on the morning of the Moot. A day of prep has done little to dull the pain. Lissa’s taken up residence in a hotel. The blinds are shut, and my Avians have no view of what is going on beyond them. Only her heartbeat reassures me that she is alive.

It took me three years to get over Robyn. I’m not going to lose Lissa.

Tim was more sympathetic than I thought I deserved. Maybe he’s terrified I’m going to lose it. By 8:00 am he has rewritten my opening address, and left me to link my speech with some animations I’ve sourced from Cerbo. I’ve never used PowerPoint before, but have found some amazing transitions. I’m feeling almost professional.

It must be the calm before the storm. Rillman’s been quiet, there have been no attacks, which worries me. What is he planning? Not a single RM has called me. Perhaps they are steeling themselves for the two days ahead, perhaps they are too busy hiding from Rillman. I’d have at least expected Suzanne to ring to gloat, or to apologise.

Only Solstice gets in contact. Reckons he might have something on Rillman, but he wants to follow it up first. I talk to him about Lissa. He offers me some security, two guards. I think about it. Suzanne said she had someone watching Lissa. But do I trust her? Not really. Not after what she pulled in my kitchen. I give him Lissa’s address. The Death Moot is going to keep me busy for the next forty-eight hours, and my Avians certainly aren’t going to be able to get inside the hotel she’s staying in.

Then I check on Oscar. He’s doing OK, but Brooker doesn’t expect him to be out of bed for another week. I talk to Oscar about Lissa, and he listens, but offers no comment. I tell him I think I’m ready to look after myself, and he smiles. ‘Yeah, I think you are, too.’

I receive one call from the Caterers, everything is prepared, that the bridge is waiting.

I walk over to Tim’s office, knock on the door.

He opens it, and smiles at me nervously. ‘Ready?’

‘Yeah.’

He comes over to me, straightens my tie. ‘You are now. How’d you go with that PowerPoint presentation. Hope you didn’t put in too many fancy transitions.’

‘Of course not.’

I grasp his hand and we shift onto the Kurilpa Bridge.

And here it is. Everything has been set up for this moment. This Moot. The bridge is just wide enough for our marquees. It certainly wouldn’t be in the mortal realm, not if you needed to accommodate all the
pedestrian traffic as well. The marquees are worth the rather large amount of money we paid for them. As is the lighting, and the aircon, which is keeping the space to a comfortable twenty-five degrees.