Chapter 14

Tam ran through the apartment to Talon’s bedroom door. It was locked. Tam kicked it once and the lock ceased to be a problem-and so did most of the door. The kid was halfway out the window when Tam jerked him back into the room by his collar.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Talon looked at his dad like he’d lost his mind. “I have a date.”

Tam blinked. “A date?”

“You know, with a girl.”

Tam gave him a shake, and I couldn’t help but notice that the kid’s boots weren’t touching the floor.

“Okay, okay. Technically a woman.” Talon grinned lasciviously. “Two women, actually.”

Tam put him in a chair, but kept his hand right where it was. “I told you not to leave this room.”

“Well, see, here’s the thing. When you told me not to leave, it was after I’d already set this up. So technically my plans supersede-”

“Nothing!” Tam roared in his son’s face. “Your plans supersede nothing!”

“You don’t have to get so-”

“Yes, I do.”

In a split second, Tam’s voice went from a roar to a tight, hissing whisper. Talon’s aqua eyes went wide as saucers. I think he wanted the roar back.

“I’m sorry?” Talon guessed.

With some effort, Tam unclenched his hand from the back of his son’s neck. “You could have been.”

Talon stopped just short of rolling his eyes. “Give me some credit. I take precautions; I always carry protection.”

A vein I’d never noticed before was throbbing in Tam’s temple. “That’s not the kind of protection I mean.”

“My bodyguards?” Talon shrugged. “They can come along; I don’t mind. They just can’t watch. I’m not into that.”

If Piaras hadn’t been in even more danger, I would have enjoyed watching Tam’s attempts at parenting a goblin teenager.

I raced back through the apartment and flung open the door. “Phael-”

Phaelan and Vegard fell into the room from where they’d been trying to listen through the door.

“The damned thing’s soundproof,” Phaelan said indignantly, as if him getting caught eavesdropping was entirely the door’s fault.

“We couldn’t hear a thing, ma’am.” Vegard managed to sound incensed and apologetic at the same time.

“I’m sure Tam had it built that way,” I told them both. “Phaelan, Guardians took Piaras back to the Fortune. I need to know if he’s still there.”

“He should be.”

I felt my own temple start to throb. “Does your crew know to keep him on board?”

Phaelan had to think about that one. “You would think so.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Dammit!”

“Dammit, what?”

I told them what Sarad Nukpana had said.

Vegard’s next words blistered the air blue, and if I hadn’t grabbed his arm as tight as I could, he’d have been running for the ship. As it was, he almost jerked me off my feet.

“You won’t get there in time,” I told him. “Phaelan, get hold of your ship’s contact wizard. Tell him to keep Piaras on board. And if he’s gone-Go. Get. Him.”

“You have a contact wizard?” Vegard asked Phaelan, his tone somewhere between disbelieving and impressed.

“My one concession to magic.”

Contact wizards could relay telepathic messages over great distances. I’d told Uncle Ryn about them years ago, and he saw the wisdom in being able to communicate instantly with any ship in his fleet. Within a year, all of his ships had a contact on their crew. Phaelan didn’t like magic, but I’d never heard him complain about contact wizards. The stone in the ring Phaelan wore let him stay in communication with any contact in Uncle Ryn’s fleet.

Phaelan had moved a few paces down the hall and was talking in low tones to his ring. Touching the ring’s stone and projecting his thoughts was all he had to do, but that smacked too much of magic for Phaelan’s comfort. He could talk to his right boot for all I cared, just as long as I could be assured that Piaras was still on the Fortune surrounded by pirates.

“Well?” I asked.

“Five Guardians showed up at the Fortune about a half hour ago and said that Mychael wanted to see Piaras immediately,” Phaelan said. “They had a signed and sealed note from Mychael, and the kid recognized the one with the note, so he went with them.”

My blood ran cold. “Mychael, did you-”

“No, I did not.” The intensity of those four little words was frightening. “I want that Guardian’s name, Phaelan. Does your wizard have it?”

Phaelan asked and smiled fiercely as he listened to the answer. “The Guardian didn’t give his name, but Piaras did.” He looked at me. “He said to tell you that he had gone with Sir Jari Devent.”

“Who’s that?” I asked Mychael.

“Knighted last year.” The muscles worked in his jaw. “He’s the younger brother to the defense attachй at the elven embassy.”

Oh hell.

“Who reports to elven intelligence,” I finished for him.

“Were the other Guardians elves?” Mychael asked Phaelan.

“He didn’t say.”

“Find out.”

Phaelan did. “All elves,” he reported. “All in Guardian uniforms. But this Jari person was the only one who came forward; the others stayed on the dock. Think we’ve got some fake Guardians?”

“Probably. One traitor is too many.”

“My contact wizard said they looked real enough. Military bearing, the works.”

I glanced sharply at Mychael. We were thinking the same thing.

Professional soldiers, like elven embassy guards.

“Carnades couldn’t get Piaras this morning at headquarters, so Balmorlan’s making his move now,” I said.

Since we’d arrived on Mid, Piaras and his spellsinging voice had attracted the wrong kind of attention from the worst kind of people-people who recognized him for the dangerous weapon he was, and each one of them was determined to possess that weapon for themselves. Taltek Balmorlan, an inquisitor for elven intelligence, had Piaras kidnapped a week ago and imprisoned him in the elven embassy until he could get him off the island.

“Embassy guards?” Phaelan asked, his voice deathly quiet.

Last week, he’d seen embassy guards slaughter six Guardians and load an unconscious Piaras into a waiting coach-and he hadn’t been able to do a damned thing to stop it. I wasn’t the only Benares wanting payback. As embassy guards, Balmorlan’s men had diplomatic immunity, and as a wanted criminal, Phaelan’s testimony wouldn’t have been worth the parchment it’d have been scratched on.

“Cousin, we need to do something permanent about Taltek Balmorlan,” Phaelan told me.

“Agreed. Let’s get Piaras first, then we can make Balmorlan sorry.”

“My contact wizard said Piaras armed himself before he left the ship.” Phaelan paused meaningfully. “Heavily.”

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. “Mychael, can you contact someone in the citadel to-”

Tam and Talon were looking down into Sirens’ theatre, and from their expressions, they weren’t admiring the view.

“Mychael, we’ve got unwanted guests,” Tam said.

Two strides put Mychael at Tam’s side. I went to the glass wall and peered down into the theatre two stories below. The only illumination was the pale flicker of lightglobes mounted along the walls to mark the exit aisles. Something was moving down on the floor of the theatre. I blinked. Cancel that. The floor of the theatre was moving. Shifting mist, with pale green motes of light winking beneath the surface. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it shouldn’t be there, and we shouldn’t stay here.

“Your wards?” Mychael’s voice was tight.

Tam didn’t take his eyes off of the swirling mist. “Meant to stop physical entry or magical attack.”

I had a sinking feeling that the sparkly mist rolling around on the floor was none of the above. Thin threads of mist snaked upward from between the floorboards. Cold spots formed into columns of frosty air between the tables, frost that reached the window in front of my face. I felt the bone-chilling cold right through the glass. Below us, wisps of icy vapor swirled and solidified into things that weren’t magical and sure as hell weren’t physical.