Night Season (30 page)

A small orange Buddha sat on the dais, chubby legs dangling over the edge. Smiling. The silver chain around her neck was spattered with blood, as was the heavily inscribed disk hanging from it. "Hey," Gan said, swinging her legs. "This is pretty cool."

"Gan!" Cynna sounded like she was about to cry. "Oh, no, Gan. Oh, no." She walked up to the dais. "What have you done to yourself?" she whispered.

Kai walked up and put an ami around Cynna. "She's all right. She's the true holder. I can see the bond forming already, and it's… it's quite lovely, really."

"It's okay, Cynna Weaver," Gan said kindly. "I thought it wouldn't be, when First Councilor told me I had to do this if Bilbo got killed. I wasn't going to. First Councilor thought the medallion wouldn't eat me because of me still being partly demon, but maybe it would. She wasn't all the way sure, so I wasn't going to do it. But then Steve Timms saved my life, and you helped, and I understood. Getting a soul hurts because then you start getting friends, and things that hurt them hurt you, too. I couldn't let my friends get their brains eaten. Just like Steve Timms couldn't let the Ahk throw those rocks at me and kill me. Because maybe I'd be okay, but none of you would be."

She looked at Cullen then, and there was something… more… in her eyes. "Not you, either, Cullen Seabourne. Your shields are good, but the medallion has been very lonely and very confused. It would have kept calling and calling, and people would have killed you to get it. And I'm one of you, so I couldn't let that happen." She giggled. "I'm one of a lot right now, but that's okay. It feels good. Like having lots of friends. Hey." She cocked her head to one side. "Cynna Weaver? Do you have any of that chocolate left?"

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Cynna collapsed onto a grassy mound. Cullen sat beside her. They'd escaped from the court proper to a space that was more outdoors than in, though the enchantment of the court lingered here. The air was warm and summery.

The sky overhead was still dark, of course. Cynna stretched out in the grass. "You think they'll be talking long?"

"For at least the next three days. I'm not sure how sidhe settle who will make the land-tie, but I'm pretty clear that it involves a lot of talking." Cullen eased down onto his side, propped up on an elbow to smile at her. "Don't worry. We'll leave long before then."

"I guess that means on horses."

"I'm afraid so. Cynna…"

Something in his voice worried her. "Yeah?"

"I know you were playing Aduello. Pretending that his glamour had stuck so he wouldn't kill you and maybe the others. I want you to know that it's okay. Whatever you had to do to keep him from guessing you were free of the glamour, it's okay. I don't mind."

She searched his face and found it… blank. Showing nothing at all. Happiness dawned slowly inside her at what she saw. "Yes, you would."

"Lupi don't—"

"Maybe not, but you would. You wouldn't hold it against me, but you'd mind."

Cullen didn't move or speak for a long, long moment. Then his smile cracked the blankness. "I damned sure would. I've been fighting my own mind for days, and fighting it worse once I knew… trying not to think about what he… I knew the glamour wouldn't stick, but you were in his power. And, uh, sometimes the glamour does stick for a little while."

Cynna laughed. "Stuck to you at first, didn't it? Well, don't worry. He didn't really want me, just wanted me dazzled. And the glamour didn't last long." Within an hour of being woken by her self-proclaimed Prince Charming, she'd gone from being desperate to jump his beautiful elf bones to thinking Aduello was a gorgeous, manipulative bastard.

Instinct had kept her quiet, warning her not to let him know she'd come unglammed. Instinct… and a lifetime's accumulation of cynicism. Or maybe that was a distinction without a difference.

"One thing I don't understand," Cullen said. "Why did Aduello keep you around? Just so you could send everyone off on a wild-goose chase for where the medallion was supposed to be?"

"Since he wasn't lusting after my body, you mean? That was the idea. I was supposed to tell you that the medallion's trail led back to the City. What I think, piecing together some of the stuff he said, was that he'd arranged for a group of would-be rebel humans to take the blame for a while by dying in a terrible fire or explosion or something. He wanted more time to solidify his control of the thing. He'd just have gotten crazier, of course. The hellhound guy was right about that. It didn't eat his brain the way it did the others', but it sure unbalanced him."

"Hmm." Cullen settled down the rest of the way, sliding one arm beneath her so he could rearrange her to suit him. That turned out to be laying her head and shoulder across his chest, which rose and fell with the slow ease of his breathing.

For a while Cynna lay there in silence, amazed by survival and the beauty of lying here with him.

"You going to miss Edge?"

She snorted softly. "I like cars a lot better than horses, and hardly anyone tries to kill me back home. I can't wait for them to get a gate up. But…"

"Your father."

"Yeah. Though maybe… Aduello kept me with him a lot. I think that was part of the whole glamour business, keeping me nearby to keep the effect strong. But I was able to talk to Dad sometimes. He thinks he might get to visit. The gnomes are going to need someone to handle their trade stuff, right? Someone with a trace of tact and maybe a bit of a charisma Gift. Unlike poor Bilbo." She sighed. "I didn't like him, but he had courage. And Tash…" She blinked quickly to get rid of the dampness.

"Tash is alive. She's on her way back to the City."

"What?" Cynna lifted her head to stare at him, "How do you know? How do you even know what happened to Bilbo, for that matter?"

"Kai and Nathan have been trailing us ever since we arrived. They came upon the inn and found… the remains of the battle. Tash was injured, but alive." He grinned. "She says she has her father to thank for that. Praised his skill. It seems he was one of the warriors Chulak led, and he mercifully slid his sword through her chest right where an Ahk heart would be—but hers is located higher, like her human mother's. Then he conked her on the head, knocking her out. She was unconscious, with a hole in her chest where they expected her heart to be. They assumed she was dead."

"Son of a bitch," Cynna said, amazed.

"She won't remember Hunter and Kai," he warned her, "so don't mention them. Hunter had to adjust her memories. No one except sidhe are allowed to know that the Winter Queen meddled here."

"I'm not sidhe. Last time I checked, you weren't, either."

"But I've got shields," he said smugly. "Even Nathan can't get through them. And we aren't staying here, so he's settling for us taking a vow of silence on the subject. But, ah, your father… I'm afraid he'll have to adjust Daniel's memories a bit. He's staying here, and his allegiance is to the gnomes."

Cynna didn't like that. She didn't like knowing anyone could do that. "So I'm not supposed to mention Kai or the hellhound guy to him?"

"You can mention them, but what he'll remember is that Rohen and Leerahan acted together to, ah, solve the problem of Leerahan's liege, who'd clearly been driven insane by the medallion. He'll remember Hunter vaguely as a wandering mercenary we brought with us, and Kai as his female companion."

"With a big cat. Who sometimes looks like a woman. I didn't imagine that part, did I?"

"Her cat is… well, they wouldn't tell me what she is," he admitted. "Whatever Dell's species, though, she's Kai's familiar."

"Kai's from Earth. How could she get a whatever-it-is for a familiar?"

"How did she get hooked up with a hellhound?" Cullen shrugged. "Apparently Hunter's spent a lot of time on Earth. He met Kai there. I don't know about Dell."

"She and Hunter are a team?"

"They're lovers, Cynna."

Something in his eyes made her heartbeat pick up. She licked her lips. "How did you know the glamour wouldn't stick?"

"It didn't stick to me." His eyes were intent. Telling her things. "I knew it wouldn't stick to you, either."

"But why?"

"I think you know," he said softly. His words, his voice, sounded certain. His eyes… wary, watchful. And open. Vulnerable.

"I've heard stories," she began. And had to stop and swallow. Her heart was going crazy. "Old stories about how the glamour can't stick if… if… oh, I can't." She punched him on the arm. "Why do I have to say it? You say it."

His eyes were very dark. His lips quirked up at one side, but his eyes stayed so dark. "I've been telling you all along. Since before we left Earth, I've been telling you in the only way I thought you could hear."

Cynna wondered if she'd start hyperventilating. "You saved my life. More than once. You didn't… didn't just save the baby, did you?"

His head moved once in a negative.

He'd done other things, not just the risky heroic stuff. He'd stayed away when she was still deep in denial about the baby, but called. Letting her know he wasn't going anywhere. He'd understood about her father and her need to come here and meet him. He'd come with her, stayed by her, promised her things. Understood her. Been there for her.

Like Cullen said, he'd been telling her. All along he'd been telling her with his acts, not his words. Maybe that was the only way she could hear it, like he claimed. It was also the only way he could say it.

Her voice sank into a whisper. "The stories say that a faerie glamour can't stick to someone who… who has found their true love. You love me."

Light slipped back into his eyes, easing itself around his face until it had formed a smile there—lazy, amused. Happy. "Yeah, I do. And you love me."

"But when… I mean, when did you know? Because I didn't. Not until—"

"The night we fucked each other's brains out in the baths?" This grin held a hint of smug. "Yeah, I knew I pushed your buttons then. Scared you pretty good, didn't I?"

"When did you know?" Cynna persisted.

He scowled. "This is one of those stupid questions that no man can answer without getting in deep—all right, all right. Don't hit. I liked you from the start. I wanted you. You got under my skin pretty quick, too. But… this probably isn't what you want to hear, but I don't lie to you, and you asked. It wasn't until I knew you carried my baby that I… I don't know." He flipped a hand as if demonstrating some kind of either-or thing. "I couldn't keep you out anymore. Becoming a father, that blew me open, and afterward, you were just there. Inside me. Everywhere I looked, everywhere I went, you were in my head. And now I guess you'll be back to thinking it's all about the baby—"

"No." Cynna kissed him. Just once, and softly, to shut him up and tell him some of the things that were hard to say. "No. I understand. The baby made you see things inside you that you could have ignored otherwise. I think it's been doing that to me, too, only more slowly. I couldn't keep you out, either. And Cullen?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sticking. You won't get rid of me, so get used to it."

"Good." His breath sighed out and he gathered her close again, stroking her hair. "That's good. You're a hard woman to court, Cynna Weaver."

She grinned at his notion of courtship. And then just lay there, satisfied with the moment, with him… with herself. Happiness was a slippery thing, but sometimes, if you had the courage to reach for it… She yawned.

Oh, how romantic. But she hadn't slept well since Cullen got zapped away from her, and she was so very tired…

"Hey, I just remembered something."

"What's that?" she asked, drowsy.

"The dragon. Mika. Remember what he told us? That demons are composite beings. I'm guessing that's why Gan suited the medallion so well. She's used to organizing her various parts."

"Composite is too big a word when I'm asleep, but yeah, I remember. Only how could he… well, he couldn't know about the medallion or any of this. Could he?"

"I don't know. But he told me one more thing—just me, male to male, while you were asleep."

Another yawn cracked her jaw. "What?"

"He's never seen a human mating ceremony, and he's curious. He wants an invitation to the wedding."

"That's it?" Kai said, weary and disbelieving. "We just go? Right this minute?"

"She's calling me, Kai," Nathan stood close, his hands on her shoulders, one thumb stroking quietly along her collarbone. His face was quiet, but his eyes smiled. He'd draped one of their saddlebags over his shoulder. "Her summons is immediate, but not urgent. Still, we had better go now."

They stood beside their horses, poor tired beasts. Dell sat beside Kai, grooming herself complacently. She was very pleased with herself for her part in the battle, and her satisfaction blunted some of Kai's distress. "I… I thought we'd have a chance to see how things turned out. We should say goodbye, at least."

"We've followed the others so long we feel a connection to them. They just met us." Nathan shrugged. "They are grateful, but they don't know us well enough to miss us."

Kai swallowed. "I didn't do things the way your queen wanted."

"She'll be pleased. The medallion is with its holder, and the gnomes are unaware of Winter's interest in their affairs." He ducked his head to kiss her softly on the mouth. "You've learned much about your Gift, too."

"I used it to control someone." That's what a binder did. And the queen killed binders.

"For which an entire realm might be grateful, if they knew." His smile eased from his eyes to the rest of his face, giving it the shine of love, mingled with amusement. "Kai, do you still not know what you are?"

"No. And if you do and haven't said anything—"

"You feel no urge to tamper with minds that are healthy. When you see imbalance, disorder, madness—then you are compelled. You want to tidy wrongness when you see it. You're a mind-healer."

She blinked. A healer? Not a monstrous danger to others, but a healer? "I don't think I've healed any minds."

"Perhaps not. You've barely begun learning your Gift, but that's the direction it pulls you."

A healer. Kai took a deep breath, feeling his words settle inside. Feeling their Tightness. "So where are we going?"

"To one of my queeen's private places, away from court. You'll like it. Can you pull Dell closer now?"

Dell took that moment to cease grooming herself and rasp her tongue along the back of Kai's hand. Kai smiled and reached with her mind—with her love—as easily as she stretched out her hand to touch the big cat's head. "Ready."

He handed her the other saddlebag. "Let's go."