stone above.
There were men in all the tunnels. He supposed he'd not heard them before, not smelled them, because of all the stone surrounding them. He'd never been so deep within the earth, never been so encased in steady music besides that of
Holy God. The head of
She had gone to her knees, staring up at the last spot she'd seen him, veins of quartz glinting and glinting against the dull dark.
She'd folded her hands over her stomach and stared, just like in the cellar. Just like with Hayden.
Rez clucked her tongue. 'Yes. Love is terribly painful, is it not?' She could not speak. She could not move.
'I want you to know,' the woman said, 'how very tempting it is to let you live and be my messenger. That was my original notion for you. I thought I'd feel a touch of affinity for another female of the shire burdened with a singular Gift. I was going to tell you to tell the English
Zoe gasped a breath; it choked in her throat. 'Are you mad?'
'Yes,' answered Rez serenely. 'I think I must be.' She smiled. 'I told you there were consequences to my Gift. For every glory, a price. Isn't that what the council used to teach us? Stand up, my dear. Do stand up. You don't want to die on your knees.'
Zoe climbed to her feet. She faced the old woman. Rhys did not reappear.
'I'm not so ill informed as to think this will work on you,' Rez said, lifting the manacle. 'I did a little research after you thieved back my creature in the basement. That's yet another fine Gift of yours, young Zoe, immunity
Chapter Twenty-Six
Zoe vanished. She went unseen, sprinting at the same time, bending and turning and racing toward the pale blue figure that was her enemy, who had murdered Zoe's two
'Hold,'he bellowed in French, a single word that crashed through the cavern, gained pitch and echo, and deafened. He stood tall and straight, and his eyes glowed poisonous bright green; a thread of scarlet snaked fast down Rez's neck. 'Hold or I kill her now!'
Like a marionette on strings, Zoe did as all the others: She stopped in place, staring at the wrinkled woman and the taloned man, the light gliding over them, shifting and changing.
'Zoe,' said the dragon-eyed man, and she finished the distance between them at a jog, still invisible, touched her hand to his arm.
Rez's gaze shifted. She seemed to see Zoe standing before them; she smiled once again, beatific. 'Adieu.'
She blurred. There was no better word for it; she was solid one second and a blur the next, and the next second after that, Rhys's claws closed upon empty air.
Rez was gone. Not invisible, not smoke. Just gone.
'Well,' said Rhys, stepping back. 'That didn't go right.'
Someone shot at them. Zoe ducked and Rhys Turned back to smoke, and the bullet whizzed by and pinged against the stone wall. As if that single retort had tightened all the other fingers, pistols fired from all corners; gunpowder sparked; arrows whistled past, up and down, puncturing the bed, the golden screen, the harpsichord. Zoe's thigh.
She cried out and collapsed to the carpet, rolling, clutching the shaft of wood. It was perceptible even if she was not, three rows of bright yellow feathers, and nearly at once a hail of new fire came toward her.
She rolled. She screamed and broke the feathered part of it from her leg, tossed it away—but a bullet found her hand, and another ricocheted off the floor, spraying chips along her body.
Without noise, without wavering, a shadow formed above her. It was huge; it blocked out all the light and the arrows, it crouched over her and fashioned sounds not from its own throat, but from the thrash of its tail belting the Others, from its claws—metallic claws, razored claws—scraping sparks along the limestone, digging trenches, swiping at men. Shrieks and blood, more gunfire, bullets that bounced off him and struck stone. She lay on her back and stared up at his belly, the scales that glistened there, thick and glassy and emerald, shielding them both from the worst of the assault.
The dragon reared, still thrashing, and began to move, taking out everything in his path. She heard wood splintering, harpsichord strings twanging in a jarring medley. Zoe maneuvered to her hands and knees and crawled with him, she didn't know where, but it was clear they couldn't go much farther like this. He was too large to fit into any of the tunnels.
She scrambled out from beneath him. He'd drawn them both near one of the black open entrances, and she scratched at the floor with her fingers, dragging herself upright. She hopped on one leg and kept her shot hand close to her chest, pressed against his neck so he'd know she was there—hot, his scales burning hot, and humans yelling behind him—slipped around the pair of men frantically reloading their guns and hurried down the passage.
She felt him Turn to smoke behind her, but he didn't follow. Zoe stopped, grimacing, reeling against a wall, and from inside the cavern came fresh shouts and then a rumbling. Stones falling. Heavy stones, their impact shaking the earth. A rush of limestone dust devoured the two men with guns, began to boil toward her.
She lurched away again. When she glanced back she saw at last a trail of blood behind her in the final, clouding light; as it left her body it became visible, slick and dark against the paler stone.
She clutched her good hand to her thigh and forced herself to move faster. The dust became plumes overtaking her, choking, and then one of them Turned into Rhys. He scooped her up into his arms and ran.
It was ungainly and very swift. Zoe dropped her head to his chest and closed her eyes and let the deadened stone air wash all along her, wash all along until she hooked her arms around it and drifted away.
* * *
He took her back to the palace. It was the only place in the city he knew besides the cellar and the
But he was glad she didn't see.
Her blood swamped his senses. She was whiter than the linens, whiter than lilies or the snow he'd trampled through. He'd purloined a bottle of cognac from one of the apartments below stairs, saturated her wounds with the alcohol, ripped up the sheet she'd used to hide her mirror of souls, and bound her leg and her hand. At least the