“Yes, rid. We’re not the only ones bonded,” I reminded him, keeping my voice as level as it was likely to get anytime soon. “The Saghred’s the glue. You’re a dark mage and all-around magical badass. I’m not. I’m just Raine Benares, a good seeker, a not-so-good sorceress. You say you didn’t do it, and I sure as hell couldn’t do it, so that leaves the rock.”

“I’ve never heard of an umi’atsu bond being successfully broken,” Tam told me.

I didn’t move. “It can’t be done?”

Tam exhaled slowly. “I said successfully broken. It’s only been done a few times that I’m aware of.” He hesitated. “The powers of neither mage survived the process-and in some instances, neither did the mages. Their powers were so entwined that they had literally become a part of each other-they shared their magic like a vital organ.”

I felt a sudden need to sit down.

“You can’t cut those in half,” I dimly heard myself say.

“No, you can’t.”

“But Sarad Nukpana implied it was a progressive bond.”

Tam went utterly still. “You spoke with him?” His dark eyes narrowed dangerously. “He took you inside the Saghred again?”

“No one took me anywhere.” I stopped. “Wait, if you’re in my head, why didn’t you know about my dream?”

“Our bond is still new, so I only know your conscious thoughts, and then only those caused by a strong emotion such as fear. I cannot see into your dreams.”

“So anything I think while asleep or unconscious is still private.”

“Correct.”

That was a relief. I’d rather Tam not know my dreams. Especially since he had starred in some of them before.

I hit the high points of what had happened when I’d lost consciousness after using the Saghred, and the dream conversation with my father. Though with Nukpana in attendance, it qualified more as a nightmare. Then I told him about the Reaper.

“Sarad Nukpana did not lie to you,” Tam said. “An umi’atsu bond is progressive. But since the Saghred’s involved, that progression appears to be moving at a faster rate.”

It was only a spark of hope, but I grabbed it. “So in theory, we could still be separated.”

“A theory I do not want to put to the test-and considering your own situation, neither do you.” His expression darkened. “Especially now.”

“Meaning what?”

“We both have enemies-magically powerful enemies. If severing the bond didn’t kill us, they would. I’ve been accumulating enemies since my time in the goblin court. Many of them would relish the opportunity to have me magically defenseless. I’d be dead within a week.”

I hadn’t thought of that. “With my popularity at an all-time low, I’d be dead within the hour. And Carnades would be at the front of the line.”

“No, Raine,” Tam said solemnly. “That Reaper would be at the front of the line.”

His words chilled me. “I’ve never had a Reaper anywhere near me before, but I knew exactly what it was-and what it was going to do.”

“The Saghred has protected itself for centuries, probably millennia. It knew.”

“And it told me what I had to do,” I said, voice tight. “If it hadn’t told me how… Or if I hadn’t been able to understand…”

“But it did tell you, and you knew what to do.”

I slowly exhaled. “And I’m here, alive.” I looked at Tam for a few silent moments. “I know it’ll be back. When it comes, it’ll bring more with it-and I have no idea how I’m going to survive when that happens.”

“You’ll survive because you won’t be alone. I want you to stay here with me.”

“I won’t endanger-”

He almost smiled. “Raine, endangered is my natural state. I wouldn’t know how to act if at least one person wasn’t trying to kill me.”

“What about Talon?”

“I can protect my son.”

I shook my head. “I can’t put anyone else-”

Tam was unyielding. “I have guest rooms, and I swear on what honor I may still possess that I will not take advantage of the situation.”

Instead of an argument, I gave him a tired smile. “Tam, you have more honor than most of the mages on this island put together.”

His dark eyes widened. I’d surprised him with that. Another first.

I pressed on. “I appreciate the offer; but if certain people found out that I was staying here with you, the two of us would have more trouble than we already do-if that’s even possible.”

Tam started to protest, but I held up a restraining hand. “You aren’t the only one I’ve said ‘no’ to today. Uncle Ryn wanted me to stay with him. And Mychael wants me to move back into the citadel. I turned both of them down.”

“Both were generous offers.” Smooth muscles worked in Tam’s jaw. “You should have accepted Mychael’s.” He said I should have accepted it; he didn’t say he’d have liked it. He wouldn’t have, and I didn’t need an umi’atsu bond to tell me why.

There was tension growing between Tam and Mychael, and the source, cause, and reason for that tension was me. Tam wanted me. Mychael wanted to protect me-and maybe more. My relationship with Tam, if you could call it that, had yet to progress much beyond the teasing and lust stage. However since Mychael stepped into the picture a few weeks ago, Tam’s teasing had taken a turn toward the serious. There had almost been a confrontation, but I’d defused it by leaving. Two men couldn’t exactly fight over a prize if the prize refused to stay around to be fought over. Tam was in enough trouble, and Mychael had too much on his plate. I wasn’t going to add to either one.

I suddenly felt every bump and bruise I had, and I ached all over. Yes, the Saghred had kept that Reaper at bay, but if Tam hadn’t used me to bottle that Volghul, I wouldn’t be alive to feel aches and pains. I didn’t like being used, but it had been for a good cause. A lot of people were alive because of what Tam had done.

“Thank you.” My voice sounded as beat as the rest of me.

Tam’s warily arched an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For offering me a place to stay, for seeing through my eyes, showing me what I needed to do, and keeping me, Piaras, and Talon from getting ripped apart. I didn’t like how you did it, and I don’t like what’s between us, but it beats the alternative. I’m alive and, believe it or not, I am grateful.”

Tam smiled slowly, showing a hint of fang. “You’re welcome. I take it that means you’ve decided not to stab me today?”

I gave him a crooked grin. “Day ain’t over yet.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.”

“And the way my luck’s running, with our bond, if I stab you, I’ll stab myself. I’d rather not do that.” I crossed my arms. “And by the way, you still haven’t answered my first question. When were you going to tell me about our bond?”

“After we bottled that Volghul, I was coming to get Talon-and you. I ran into the Guardians escorting Talon home; they told me you were at watcher headquarters-and that Mychael was there. I knew you were safe.” A bad-boy sparkle lit his black eyes. “And after what I did with you this morning, I knew you’d come after me.”

“Did you get the treat of seeing what happened while I was there?”

“Just the fight-Carnades, the Dagiks, and a Wollek. You were scared, so I could see what you did.”

“A Wollek?”

“The yellow demon.”

I sighed. Why couldn’t everyone just call the damned things by their colors?

“If you saw all that, then you know what the Saghred and I did right in front of Carnades.”

Tam glowered. “I saw. You should have let those Dagiks kill him.”

“On hindsight, that would have been the smart thing to do,” I admitted. “Problem is I’ve got this thing called a conscience that won’t let me stand by and watch someone get their throat ripped out if I can stop it.”

“Even if that someone is Carnades.”

“Yep, even him. I know. It’s a character flaw; I’m working on it.” I felt laughter bubbling up and gave in to it. “A demon tries to gum me to death, so I crush him like rotten fruit. Carnades wants me executed; there’s nothing between me and the Saghred but a closed containment room door; and a Reaper just tried to suck out a couple thousand souls, including mine. And to top it all off, I actually managed to stop the thing.”