shade darker. “You saved me, my beloved one. You truly are my mate. The Summoner is wrong—I am bound to you, Ysolde. I am bound to you until the end of time.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I have to ask you some questions, Constantine. Will you please stop doing that?”
He ceased kissing my hand, but retained hold of it. “You saved me,” he said again.
“Yes. About that . . .” I glanced at Maura.
“I have an idea,” she said brightly. “Why don’t we all go back to the hotel, and you two can sort everything out there, where it’s comfortable and there are no mosquitoes to eat you alive!”
“I always knew you would save me,” Constantine told me.
“You did? That’s . . . uh . . . OK.” I debated asking him why he killed me in the first place if he felt that way, but decided there were more important things to discuss. Baltic’s patience was pushed about as far as it would go without snapping, and I had to get to the bottom of restoring Constantine’s honor before I could convince him to go on to his reward. “So, about this sin against the innocent that you committed . . . What exactly do you need me to do to restore your honor?”
Constantine blinked at me. “What sin against the innocent?”
“My death. At least, I assume that was the sin. Do you need me to formally forgive you for my death in the presence of a witness? I’m sure Maura would be happy to act in that capacity.”
“I’d be delighted, but if we could do it back at the hotel—”
“You’re speaking in riddles, Ysolde. Why would you forgive me for your death?”
“The First Dragon told me I have to restore your honor to you.”
“He did?” Constantine looked startled. “Why—”
An explosion of words sounded behind me, a flurry of oaths as a large body burst through the dense wall of shrubs that had grown between two tall elms. “I knew it! I knew I would find you here with him!”
“Oh, this is all I need,” I said to myself as I grabbed Baltic’s arm. He was shirtless, his arms and one side of his chest smudged with dirt. I picked off a leaf and brushed a bit of soil from his shoulder. “Where’s your shirt? What on earth have you been doing?”
“Excavating my lair. Why is he alive? Why have you resurrected him? Why did you tell me you had no interest in him, and yet here you are skulking around with the man responsible for all the ills we have suffered?”
“Baltic!” Constantine’s eyes narrowed as he pulled out his sword. “Long have I wished I could end the suffering of the weyr, and now I shall do so!”
Baltic reached for his sword, but he was clad in a pair of jeans, completely sans lethal weapons, airport security being what it is these days. He swore profanely, then yanked a branch off the elm tree and wielded it like a leafy staff. “There is no suffering to compare with what you have already put me through!”
“Boys, really—”
Baltic lunged just as Constantine, with a battle yell that had the birds flying from nearby trees, leaped forward . . . only to melt into nothingness.
“What trickery is this?” Baltic bellowed, flinging his branch around with abandon.
“That is what I’d like to know!” Constantine’s voice answered. “What magic have you cast upon me?”
“It’s no magic—I told you, you’re only corporeal so long as you have the energy to maintain that state. You’ve obviously come to the end of that, and will have to recharge your spirit batteries, so to speak,” Maura said wearily. “I don’t suppose anyone would like a drink? I sure could use one. I noticed the hotel had a bar.”
“You didn’t resurrect him?” Baltic asked me, lowering his branch.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you love me,” the disembodied voice said.
“I do not,” I told the air. “I never loved you, Constantine. I was fond of you, yes, but my heart has always belonged to Baltic.”
“Bah. You were just confused,” he answered, his voice now on my far side.
“This is really disconcerting. Can you make some sort of an image so we can see where you are?”
“No.” He sounded surly.
“Fine. Pout if you like, but it’s not going to impress me. He’s not resurrected,” I said, turning back Baltic. “Maura is a Summoner. She raised his shade so I could talk to him about restoring his honor.”
Baltic rolled his eyes. “I told you that was a folly, mate.”
“A folly? A
We both ignored the unseen Constantine.
“It’s not foolish if it gets the First Dragon off my back.”
“Really, people, if I get any more mosquito bites, I’m going to be one giant welt,” Maura interrupted, slapping at her arm. “Ysolde, can you give me a lift back to town?”
“Talking to that monstrosity will not do anything but waste your time,” Baltic said, gesturing at nothing with his branch.
“You bastard!” Constantine snarled. “I am not the monstrous one here!”
“Right, if I have to separate you two, I will,” I said in my best mom voice. “Constantine, just tell me, please, what I have to do to restore your honor.”
“My honor has no need of your attention. That one who calls himself your mate is another matter, although he never had any honor to begin with.”
Baltic growled.
“Of course your honor needs help. Your father said you lost it.”
“Mate—”
“My father?” Constantine may have been invisible to our sight, but the incredulity in his voice was clearly audible. “What does my father have to do with anything?”
“He asked me to restore your honor.”
“My father is dead. He has been dead for . . . what century is this?”
“Twenty-first,” Maura said, tugging on my sleeve. “Shall we go?”
“He’s been dead for seven centuries. He could not have asked you to do anything, unless you raised his shade as well.”
“Well, he’s not really a shade so much as he is kind of a . . . er . . . I don’t know quite what he is. God, maybe?”
“Mate, I insist that you leave this murdering bastard and come with me to Dauva,” Baltic said, pulling me up against his side.
“I like that! You murdered far more dragons than I ever did!” Constantine exclaimed.
“Like hell I did! You wiped out the entire black sept!”
“Not alone! The red dragons helped quite a bit, so Chuan Ren has to share the body count. Besides, it was kill or be killed. We were only protecting ourselves from your madness.”
“I was not mad.” Baltic ground the words out through his teeth, the muscles of his arms and chest tense and tight. “I was trying to keep you from killing my mate. Which you did anyway.”
“Me?” Once again Constantine’s voice was filled with surprise. “I did not kill Ysolde!”
“We saw you,” I said sadly, leaning into Baltic for support against the horrible memories.
“Right, that’s it. Patience at an end.” Maura pulled a very real-looking gun from her backpack. “We’re going to the hotel. Right now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t kill us,” I told her, startled nonetheless by the sight of the weapon. “How did you get that through customs?”
“I didn’t. My chieftain had it delivered to me.”
“Your chieftain? I thought
“You thought wrong.”
“Why is this woman holding a gun on us?” Baltic demanded to know. “Who is she?”
“Maura Lo, this is my mate, Baltic. Baltic, this is Dr. Kostich’s granddaughter, the one I promised to help so
