The Chosen (18 page)

Or until everyone involved was dead.

“And
I
can’t let you keep on being involved,’ her mother said shakily. But Chloe could hear her resolve cracking.

“Neither you
nor
I have that choice,” Chloe said. “If I don’t go to them, they’ll come to us. And I swore you would never get hurt again.”

“Why can’t I swear that about my own daughter?” Anna whispered, putting her fingers to her temple. She wasn’t crying, not quite, but it was obvious she was holding it back.

Then someone knocked on the door, causing everyone to jump.

“Hey,” Paul yelled cheerily through the glass, holding up a bag of Krispy Kremes. Then he saw the looks on everyone’s faces. “Did I come at a bad time?”

Her mom insisted on driving if she couldn’t forbid or direct. Paul and Amy sat in the backseat, stuffing themselves with doughnuts to get through the tension.

Almost like old times,
Chloe thought wistfully. Something about being in the passenger seat made her feel like she was ten again. Her mother’s jaw was still clenched, teeth gritted; even her earrings swung determinedly from her ears.

Chloe sighed, tracing the little bits of rain that built up on the window before marching their way down to the side and bottom, held up against the glass by wind. Someone once said something about a leader being only as good as the friends and advisers she surrounded herself with.
Maybe I should give Paul and Amy a little more credit
.

When they arrived at Masa—the restaurant was as neutral a meeting ground as any—they were led discreetly to the back, where Olga, Igor, and Kim were already waiting. Her mother’s eyes bulged when they all said, “Welcome home, Honored One,” and bowed. Chloe gave her mom a weak grin and shrugged.

It was a rectangular table and Chloe immediately made for one of the long sides, next to Olga, but her mother nudged her and shook her head the slightest bit, indicating the head of the table with her eyes.

“If you really want to stop the violence and lead your people, you have to
lead
them,” she murmured. “
Take
control, Chloe. No one’s going to take it for you.”

Chloe nodded, seeing something in Anna King’s eyes that she’d never really paid attention to before. Something that involved a high-powered job and politics. Something about being a woman and a partner at a major firm.
I’ll have to ask her about that someday,
Chloe thought, slipping into the chair, sinking into its soft leather. She tried to concentrate on the impression the ass of the previous person had made on the seat to avoid the nervous feeling in her stomach.

Igor and Olga were obviously surprised and uncomfortable with the unscheduled presence of the humans.

“Igor, Olga, this is my mom, Anna King.” Chloe indicated with her hand. Olga got over whatever shock she felt and shook hands warmly.

“It is so nice to meet you,” she said in her thick accent—which got noticeably thicker whenever she was stressed.

“Hello,” Igor said curtly.

“My friends, Paul and Amy.”

The two Mai nodded at the two human teenagers; neither Olga nor Igor had been at the fight at the Presidio.
They were busy getting actual work done,
she thought with a mental snort. Not playing power games like the two old men who ruled both sides.

“This is Olga and Igor, the Mai’s top two, uh, officials,” Chloe said.

“Nice to meet you,” her mom said, a little coldly.

“Paul, Amy.” Olga nodded in their direction. “Mrs. King.”

Kim just gave a little wave—somehow completely adorable with her cat paws.

“You
know
these people?” Igor asked her, astounded.

“They’re my friends,” Kim said nonchalantly

“I’m sorry if I compromised security,” Chloe said, indicating that the other Mai should sit down, too, as well as her mom. All three did, looking at each other a little distrustfully. “I … wasn’t sure what was going to
happen next and I wanted to keep them safe.”

“Of course,” Olga said promptly. “They helped save you, yes? They are certainly welcome with us.”

Igor didn’t say anything.

“Before we go any further with anything …” Chloe took a deep breath. “You should know that Sergei was trying to have me killed when this happened.”

Kim’s eyes widened until they looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Olga slowly shook her head.

“That’s ridiculous,” Igor said.

“Unfortunately, it’s not.” She told them the whole story, as accurately and in as much detail as she could remember it. Especially Sergei’s exact words.

“So basically Sergei and the Rogue had been working together to find and kill all other possible Chosen Ones, including
my sister
.”

“There’s no reason,” Igor scoffed.

“He wanted to keep power, and he was afraid of it being taken away.”

“But you are the One,” Olga said helplessly. “Why would he do that?”

“I
just
told you,” Chloe said, trying not to lose patience. Her mom gave the slightest shake of her head:
Calm down, Chloe
.

“I don’t believe it,” Igor said again, taking a gulp of his coffee.

“Okay, believe it or don’t; the fact is that he’s
dead
and the police are making an investigation. What do we do now?”

Everyone around the table was quiet. Olga delicately sipped tea the waiter had brought. “We’ll talk about it at the meeting with you and all of the Pride tomorrow night,” she said.

“I’ll teach you the main opening prayer phrase; I think that will be enough for now,’ Kim volunteered.

“
Prayer … ?
” Chloe’s mom turned to glare at the cat girl. Kirn’s ears flattened and she shrank under the older woman’s look.

“More of an—an invocation/’ she stuttered, “a traditional opening to a speech.”

Chloe tried not to smile.

“Let me be entirely clear on one thing: I don’t entirely approve of all this,’ Anna King said firmly, “though I respect the needs and beliefs of Chloe’s native people. But if
anything
happens to Chloe, just remember: unlike you and the Order, I have nothing against guns.”

Igor started to roll his eyes, but Olga kicked him under the table. Chloe imagined her mom posed with an automatic, screaming and waving the weapon back and forth, firing round after round at unseen enemies. In Chloe’s vision she still had her reading glasses on and her swinging silver earrings.

“What do we tell everyone right now? About why you’re not there with them?” Igor demanded.

“You tell them the truth.”
Dipshit,
Chloe almost
added. “That it’s really dangerous right now, that the Rogue is hot on my tail—that I’ll see all of them tomorrow back at the Cat Cave.”

“What?” Olga asked, startled.

Whoops. It’s only funny to me,
Chloe realized. “Uh—Firebird.” But Paul and Amy were smiling. “You
also
tell them that there is to be
no retaliation
. Not from individuals, not from the kizekh.”

“But loyal Mai will insist,” Igor sputtered. “If I myself had the skills …”

“You—tell—them—there—will—be
no retaliation,
” Chloe said again slowly. “No one is to do anything until after the big speechifying tomorrow night. Everyone’s eager for blood—and the Tenth Blade will be prepared and waiting once they see the news. They’ll be
expecting
an attack.” She hoped this sounded reasonable.

“She’s right,” Olga said. Chloe was still stunned at the older woman’s absolute faith in her as the Chosen One. She had been just as loyal to Sergei as Igor but had no problem accepting what the new, teen spiritual leader of the Mai said, no matter how far-fetched.

And it’s a good thing, too, considering the dagger eyes Igor’s giving me
….

“I believe we have a few hours lull before the storm,” Kim added. “It would be a good time to take stock and make plans.”

“Isn’t the investigation of Sergei going to lead the police back to you guys?” Paul asked. “I mean, they’re
going to look at Firebird and all of his business associates and disgruntled employees….”

“That’s right,” Chloe’s mom said. “Do you guys even
have
a plan for that kind of investigation?”

Igor and Olga looked at each other, then at Chloe.

Apparently
not
.

The next morning
Chloe realized it was a Tuesday. But instead of going to school, she stayed in bed for a while and decided that with everything that was going on around her, one more day wouldn’t be the end of the world. She couldn’t deal with anything else right now. No after school makeups, no seeing anyone, no nothing. Nothing until seven o’clock that night, when she had to address the tiny tribe of homeless, leaderless Mai, over a hundred people she didn’t know, slit-eyed faces upturned to her, looking for hope.

Chloe decided to treat it like an oral report and not worry about it until later. She stretched and sat up, letting her claws emerge for just a moment from the tips of her fingers and toes. Her pajamas were an old pair of boxers and a giant Tide T-shirt her mom had gotten free at Target or something. Big. Orange. Ugly.

Alyec liked her in frumpy, oversized nightclothes, she remembered a little sadly.

Chloe shook her head. She had made peace with him last week along with her homework. She had made peace with Marisol.
And Sergei is, uh, at peace
. Now she needed a day of peace and quiet for herself, before the shit started going down again that evening.

I need to go on a bike ride.

She showered off the night ick and pulled on clean jeans, a T-shirt, and a Patagonia fuzzy she rarely wore to school for fear of Amy accusing her of being crunchy. Her mom was downstairs at the table, sipping coffee and going over bills.

“I’m going to go for a ride,” Chloe said, jerking her thumb in the direction of the mini-garage that held almost too much storage crap to fit the car anymore.

“Wear your helmet,” her mother said automatically. Then she looked up at her daughter. “Wait? Are you sure you should? What about the police … and the Rogue?”

“Screw ‘em,” Chloe said with a fierce grin. Then she softened at the look on her mom’s face. “I doubt the police would even recognize me with a helmet. As for the Rogue—I promise I’ll stay in public places. He won’t do anything if there are innocent people—humans—around. I really need to clear my head for a while.”

“Me too,” Anna King said distantly. “This is … really … unusual stuff for me to deal with, you know?”

“You totally didn’t know what you were getting into
when you adopted me., huh?” She said it with a smile, but inside Chloe felt really guilty about it.

“I realized what I was getting into when you were two and you pulled the bookshelf down on top of you. And
then
began chewing on all of my favorite Tony Hillermans,” her mom said archly. “I’ve been reading about other parents with children who want to reconnect with their … original
ethnicity
. But none of the case histories in it deal with the supernatural.”

That was a strange word. Chloe had never actually thought about it in reference to herself. Well, she tried not to think about the whole dying-and-coming-backto-life thing in general. It was too weird. Was Sergei in that place of shadows now? Did he exist with the other lion shadows who prowled the darkness in that eternity? Or was there a Mai hell reserved for people like him?

“The good news is, if I get into an accident, I have seven lives left,” Chloe said with a grin.

“Don’t even joke,” her mother growled.

In some ways, Mom’s a better embodiment of the Twin Goddesses than Kim,
Chloe thought as she pedaled to the park. Like when she made that speech about protecting or avenging her daughter if something happened to her—protective like Bastet, warlike like Sekhmet. Kim was deeply spiritual but didn’t really exhibit the qualities of either. If there was something like one of the Muses in the Mai pantheon, that would surely be Kim.

The air was crisp, perfect hiking weather, the sun warm on her back. Amy used to make fun of Chloe’s helmet when they were growing up—she always ditched hers as soon as they were out of sight of home. But Chloe thought it made her look like a real biker, like a racer or maybe a messenger girl.

People smiled at her as she took a path into Golden Gate Park; other cyclists said “Good morning” or “Great day for a ride.” Chloe was both anonymous and recognized, greeted and then forgotten like all of the other people enjoying the nice day outside. A little kid on a pink bike with training wheels tried to race her a few feet and Chloe pretended to pedal furiously until the mom called her daughter back.

It was nice feeling her legs pump, the strange hunch as she leaned over the handlebars. But there was none of the familiar burn in her legs that she normally got, which was kind of ironic, really. The whole reason she’d wanted the Merida was because it had an electric pedal-assist motor and would require little effort on her part to take it up hills. With her Mai strength and endurance it wasn’t an issue anymore.
I’ll bet I could totally do triathlons now
. Except for maybe the swimming part—she wasn’t sure how good cats were at swimming or how much their natural aversion would affect her performance.