“You look like shit,” he said.
“You look little better,” she snapped back. It was true, too. Despite his apparent lack of care, the mercenary had been a veritable demon ordering around the house guards, and to her shock, he’d even gutted two that dared mouth off, or slacken at their duties in searching the grounds. Both sported dark circles under their eyes, Madelyn from tears, him from lack of sleep.
“Sorry,” Torgar mumbled, and she could tell he was finally realizing she was the head of the household now. “He can’t be close, but we’ll keep looking, keep searching. I’ll find out how he got in, how he killed Laurie. That’s a promise.”
The certainty gave her a shiver, and she hid it with a half-hearted sob.
“Forgive me,” she said. “I have much to do.”
“Like what?”
Madelyn took a deep breath.
“Why, I must inform our guests of Laurie’s passing.”
She started walking down the hallway, and Torgar joined her in step. He reached for her elbow, to stop her, but pulled back at the last moment.
“Sorry for the boldness, Madelyn, but you should be resting. Alyssa’s already aware of what happened, I assure you. The whole damn city probably knows by now.”
Her glare made him take a step back.
“Hold your tongue,” she said. “I will do as I please, do you understand me?”
Absently he nodded, and he looked to her as if seeing her for the first time. Scowling, she continued onward. She felt herself balancing on a knife’s edge, and her outburst was a dangerous misstep. If she didn’t play the grieving widow just right, people might start asking questions, might come to certain realizations that would end with her head on a pike, or in chains before the other leaders of the Trifect. Given the respect Laurie commanded from their house guards, even they might turn on her if they knew the truth.
“Forgive me,” Madelyn said, trying to soothe things over. “I’m still not comfortable with the thought of replacing Laurie, especially when it comes to the Trifect.”
“Of course,” Torgar said, but he didn’t sound too understanding. Forcing him out of her mind, she continued to Alyssa’s room. She felt her anger rise as she pushed open the door. It was these three who had caused everything, who had forced her to do such…terrible things to her husband. Inside, she saw Alyssa already awake. She sat on the edge of her bed, with the other female servant of hers beside her. Blankets covered up to her neck, and immediately Madelyn could tell she was with fever by the way sweat covered her forehead and the pale color of her skin.
“Madelyn,” Alyssa said, standing at her entrance. “I heard and…please, I’m so sorry. Laurie was a great man.”
Madelyn nodded, unsure of what to say to that. Was her husband a great man? Perhaps once. But it wasn’t a great man she’d stabbed and torn to pieces. That was a shell, a disgrace to the strength she’d married. As she paused, she noticed Haern leaning against a wall, his arm and shoulder bandaged. It was him, she thought. He was the criminal, the killer. More than anyone, he was to blame for the Wraith’s ire against her family. Did his symbol, left at Taras’s room, not prove that?
“Lord Ingram will still be looking for you,” she told him.
“Let him,” said Haern.
“I only say this because it was my husband’s last command. He sought to protect you, and so I shall honor that, no matter how much it might sicken me. Angelport is a dangerous place, but at least here, you’ll be safe.”
“Safe?” said Alyssa. Her face was a calm facade, but Madelyn knew her mind was whirring behind it, trying to understand. It wouldn’t take her long, but still she had to put on the show. It was for neither of them, after all, but the rest of the household, if not all of Dezrel. The Trifect could not be seen killing one another.
“Yes, safe. All three of you should be safe here.”
“After last night, forgive me for wondering,” said Haern. “Besides, we must fetch a healer for Zusa.”
For such a comment, Madelyn wanted to strangle him, but she let it slide over her.
“I will send for someone,” she said. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I must be going.”
“And I as well,” said Alyssa. “I have plenty of coin, and I’m sure I can find someone who will not betray…”
“No,” Madelyn said, her voice firm. Behind her, Torgar reached for his sword, as if he could read her mind. “No, you must stay. I will not have you endanger yourself out in the streets, not when Ingram is looking for any way to strike at us. All three of you must stay here. The Wraith will not get to you, I promise.”
“Is that so?” Alyssa asked. “How kind of you.”
“Torgar, assign a guard to watch over them,” she said, her orders as much for Alyssa as the mercenary. “I’d hate for anything to happen.”
“May I still wander the mansion?” Alyssa asked, but her words were dripping with false sympathy. Madelyn smiled, let the tiniest bit of her victory seep into her voice.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
She shut the door, and Torgar followed her as she left.
“They’re dangerous,” he said, glancing back.
“Alyssa is but a child, and the other two are wounded.”
“Wounded animals tend to be the most dangerous.”
She whirled on him.
“Then I expect your men to do their job,” she said. “They don’t leave. Gods know why I don’t just cut off their heads and be done with all three.”
Torgar stepped closer, and he lowered his voice.
“So much for honoring your husband’s final wishes,” he said.
Dangerous ground, Madelyn realized, but she could not do it. Not when it came to that harlot, Alyssa.
“He’s dead, and I’m in charge,” she said softly. “And Alyssa’s a disease rotting away at the Trifect’s core. They don’t leave that room, for any reason. Have I made myself clear?”
“Perfectly clear,” said Torgar. He saluted her, his motions stiff and lacking any fluidity. “And may I ask just how long they will not be leaving that room?”
“For now, just a day or two,” she said. “Once night comes…forever.”
A guard came from the front door, and he paused while waiting for acknowledgement.
“What?” asked Torgar.
“A man at the gate wishes to speak with you,” he said.
“Go,” said Madelyn. “And remember, I want a guard in there at all times.”
“I’ll handle it,” Torgar said, suddenly grinning at her. It was so wolfish, so disgusting, she shivered. “Trust me, I got all this under control. What about all the various stuffshirts wishing to give their sympathy? I’ve got them corralled up at the front.”
“Let them wait,” she said. “I have no time for their false sorrow.”
Glad to be away from the mercenary, Madelyn hurried to Taras’s old room to once more join her servants. More than anything, she wanted to hold Tori in her arms, shut her eyes, and cry away the last memories of her husband, until nothing remained inside her but a faded shadow.
The entire estate looked to be on lockdown when Ulrich arrived at the front gate.
“Let me through,” he said to one of the five guards that stood watch on the other side.
“No one enters.”
“I am Ulrich Blackwater, and I am no commoner for you to turn away. Send for someone I may speak with if you insist I remain outside.”
The guard sent someone off running, and a few minutes later they returned with a giant sellsword in tow.
“Ulrich, you bastard, what are you here for?” asked Torgar.
“I heard the grim news,” Ulrich said. “I’ve come to offer my condolences.”
Torgar turned and spat.
