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As we continued onward, Kentarch kept glancing from the road to my face. "We had a minor setback foodwise, but we gained valuable fuel. Overall, our mission was a success."
I gave him a watery glare. "A minor setback? Do you ever lose your cool?" The closest I'd seen him get was when Joules had nearly opened a bottle of Tusker beer he'd found somewhere in the truck. Kentarch had yelled, "Place that down slowly. As if your life depends on it." Later, he'd admitted, "That is my wife's favorite. I found the bottle on the day I lost her, and I've protected it ever since. I believe we will drink it together when we're reunited."
Now he said, "You need to eat from the supplies we have, Empress. If not for yourself, then for your baby."
"I'll never keep it down." The only thing worse than eating Sheba would be experiencing it on the way back up.
Joules rested his head against the window. "Canna stop thinking about real food. Gabe and me used to smell bacon cooking in the castle. About drove us barmy. Sizzling, juicy rashers . . ."
We each fell silent, lost in our own thoughts.
I missed Aric. I missed the life we'd had together. I missed Jack. I missed food meant for humans without bits of humans in it.
As ever, I wondered what Aric was doing in his lonely castle and how Lark was coping. Had they had a funeral for Finn? Maybe they'd buried him on the hill close to Gran.
I wondered if Aric had left my painting on the wall of our bedroom. Would he water the rose bloom he'd grown from a seed--or destroy it?
I frowned. I could simply ask Aric. I turned to Kentarch. "Can I borrow your phone?"
15
Death
How much longer could I remain in this castle without going mad? I sat in my study, gazing out at the night, sharpening my swords.
This task used to soothe me, but inside, I was chaos.
Kentarch, my long-time ally, had betrayed me, spiriting my duplicitous wife away into the Ash.
I kept replaying the image of her, wounded, in the back of that truck, traveling farther and farther from my reach.
As long as she lived, I would be at risk of falling for her beauty and charms, because I was weak when it came to my nemesis.
I scraped a whetstone along one sword edge. Evidently, there was no end to what I'd believe from her lips. The Grim Reaper, a father? The back of my neck heated, and I cringed at my idiocy.
The Hanged Man's sphere of clarity protected me from her spellbinding, which she'd known. As Paul had explained: "The Empress wanted me dead because I can defend you and the others from her powers. I'm the only one she can't mesmerize."
But his sphere wasn't spreading fast enough. We Arcana had fueled it in the beginning, causing it to overrun this mountain. Now it grew in fitful spurts.
I couldn't reach the Empress without leaving it. Not an option.
A shadow passed by my window, the Archangel flying by on his watch. He and Fauna split those duties.
After losing the Magician, she was proving to be less of an asset than ever. Though she'd sent creatures to scout for the Empress, her usual drive had disappeared.
She'd moved into the menagerie, sleeping continually, seeming dazed whenever awake. And she kept close her wolves, as if she'd sensed a threat from me.
She should. I raised my sword to eye the edge. Along with my new mental clarity, my murderous impulses grew stronger every day. I was returning to the Grim Reaper of old--
My phone rang. I stared at it on my desk.
Her. I knew it was the Empress calling from Kentarch's phone. My chest constricted, every inch of my skin feeling feverish. I set aside my sword and whetstone to reach for the phone. Paul entered just as I answered, "Empress."
"Aric."
She was the only person who'd called me by my given name in more than two millennia. One soft word from her had sent chills racing over me.
I'd gotten used to touch. I'd gotten used to bedding her. To loving her. What if, by some miracle, she could have been true?
Paul studied my expression. Though I masked my reaction to her, he noticed, was clearly disappointed.
Would I spit in the face of his enlightenment? How could her effect on me still linger? "Why have you called?"
"I miss my husband."
My gods. "I miss . . . the idea of you." I'd caught myself debating whether I could ignore everything she'd done to me and take her back to my bed. Such is her power.
No. Never. Eventually she would try to poison me. That was her MO. "But I always knew you would turn on me."
"I haven't. You're being influenced by Paul."
"He's shown me the truth. Because of him, I escaped the Magician's fate."
"Paul killed Finn--not me!" Then she seemed to make an effort to control her emotions. "He ended the life of my friend, a sweet teenager who respected and looked up to you."
"Ah, my beautiful poisoness, you dispatched the Magician--just as you usually do."
"Then how did an inactivated card like Paul get activated? Why does he wear Finn's icon? Check his hand."
"He wagered you would bring that up again as 'proof.'"
With a grin, Paul displayed the Magician's mark to me--an ouroboros symbol. The snake eating its own tail symbolized the eternal power of transformation.
"Then how do you explain it, Aric?"
"By the time Paul returned to the castle, your poison had ravaged the Magician's organs and mind, but his body still clung to life. Paul delivered a tonic to put the boy out of his misery."
"You did CPR on Finn. You can sense death, and you told us he was dead. So if I'm guilty, I should have gotten the icon."
"I was mistaken. The Magician still lived. The boy's own powers must have altered my perception."
"An answer for everything, huh? Paul told me he wasn't a monster like the ones I've faced, but the Traitor's worse. I never trusted the Lovers, the Hermit, or the Hierophant. I never depended on the Devil."
"Ah, but I once did. Ogen was the only one who could refashion my armor with his demonic grip." The metal was invulnerable to pressure and heat, unless wielded by the Devil Card. And now my suit would be forever compromised because I'd cut out a piece for her cilice. The Empress was responsible for the single chink in my armor. So too in life. "I regret killing Ogen to save you." Was that a hitched breath? I'd shocked her.
Paul had broached the subject of retrieving the Empress alive, using the cilice on her. Though she was too evil to benefit from his clarity, she could fuel the sphere. Still, I wanted her dead for what she'd made me believe.
In the background, I heard the Tower mutter, "Ask him about Gabe."
I told her, "The Archangel has joined our new alliance and looks forward to facing the Tower."
She made a sound of frustration. "If you have a reason for hating me, then fine, I can almost see it. We were enemies longer than allies. But
Gabe and Joules have always been best friends. So why would Gabe turn against Joules, if not for Paul?"
"The Archangel discovered that the Tower and his lover, Calanthe, had intended to electrocute him as soon as he'd outlived his usefulness. Three's a crowd, is it not?"
"Lemme guess: Paul told you guys that? And you're buying it? Joules loves Gabe like a brother."
"And yet . . ."
She didn't relay this to the Tower. What was she thinking? What new strategy would she employ?
Several moments passed before she said, "I'm about three months along now. I should be showing soon."
"Still you continue with this pregnancy nonsense." What was worse? Her conniving? Or the fact that even now I craved this family? I hated her the most for that.
"Aric, we're going to have a kid together, but only if I survive for the next six months. Think what you will about me. Punish me, but don't punish our child."
I squeezed my eyes closed. When I opened them, light glittered from my gaze. "You want me to believe not only that I impregnated you, but also that your pregnancy continues?"
Fauna had landed at least one venomous bite. The Archangel had reported that the Empress and the Tower had been swept up in an avalanche and that she'd been bleeding profusely.
"Believe it. As of now, this is our reality."
"You can sound convincing, I'll give you that." So godsdamned convincing. My gaze flickered toward Paul. Almost at once, a memory arose of when she'd first seduced me into bed. "Just as you did centuries ago. As if it were yesterday, I can recall the look in your eyes--right before you delivered your poisoned kiss to me. This is why I never call you by your given name. While it might change, you do not."
"I told you I couldn't feel guilty any longer for things I did as another incarnation. I told you that I wouldn't keep paying for the past. You said you understood and that we'd start anew. But we didn't, did we?"
"I was ready; you weren't."
Silence answered me. What trick would she try now? "We'll talk about this after I take Paul down. Understand me, Reaper, I'm going to get you fixed."
"Such bravado, poisoness. How will you defeat a player who's invulnerable to harm?" Paul had demonstrated how a blade drawn over his flesh made no slice, his skin as protected as if he wore my armor. My hated bane. Alas, the Hanged Man possessed no offensive powers, was utterly dependent on me and our alliance.
