throne.” Cahil looked down at the sword in his hand. “You know what I did after. I lost my way and swallowed every morsel of Roze’s lies.”
Cahil handed me his sword. It had been the King of Ixia’s sword. Rescued after the King had been assassinated, the sword had been given to Cahil as part of the ruse to make him believe he was the King’s nephew.
“Give it to the Commander for me,” Cahil said. “By rights, it should be his.”
“Have you given up your desire to rule Ixia?”
He looked at me and I saw a renewed sense of purpose in his soul. “No. I still seek to free Ixia from the Commander’s strict rule. But I no longer feel I should inherit the throne. I plan to earn the privilege.”
“Then that’s going to make for some interesting discussions between us.” I held his gaze.
“You can count on it.”
The summons from Ambassador Signe came after a long soak in a hot bath. I exchanged my damaged cape and smoky clothes for a clean pair of cotton pants and shirt. My hair hadn’t grown while I was in the underworld. The inch-long strands, though, were long enough to lay flat on my head.
The Ambassador waited in the Keep’s administration building. She had the use of a meeting room and an office during her stay. I hurried up the stairs and into the marble building, hoping to see Valek there. My disappointment churned in my stomach and I wondered if Valek was avoiding me.
Ambassador Signe greeted me warmly, inquiring about my health. I studied her face. So similar to the Commander’s almost delicate features, yet missing the full force of the powerful spark residing in his gold eyes. With my new vision, I saw the two souls that struggled for dominance. They took turns, but I could see the red spiral of conflict within.
“Irys Jewelrose informed me you wish to resume your duties as Liaison. Is this true?”
“Yes. Becoming an adviser to the Commander is very tempting, but I feel my skills should serve both Ixia and Sitia by keeping relations open and fostering an understanding between the two nations.”
“I see. Then your first order of business should be to negotiate a salary.”
“A salary?”
“You can not be paid by the magicians or the Council. You must receive equal wages from Sitia and Ixia to maintain your neutrality.” She smiled. “For all that you have done recently, I would suggest you barter for a considerable amount.”
“Obviously, there are many things I need to think about in my new role.”
“I trust, then, your education is complete?”
I laughed. “There will never be a time when it’s complete, but I’ve reached an understanding with my abilities.”
“Good. I look forward to our negotiations.”
Before the Ambassador could dismiss me, I said, “I have something for the Commander.”
She looked at me expectantly.
“It’s with your guard. He wouldn’t let me bring it in.”
Rising from her desk, she opened the door and returned with the King’s sword.
“May I speak to the Commander?” I asked.
The transformation from the Ambassador to the Commander happened in a heartbeat. Even the physical features changed from a woman to a man. I had seen it before, but this time I watched with my other sight. It revealed much.
“What is this for?” the Commander asked. He studied the weapon in his hand.
“Cahil is returning it to you. You won the right to wield it over seventeen years ago.”
A thoughtful expression settled on his face as he placed the sword on the desk. “Cahil. What should I do about him?”
I told the Commander about his plans. “He could cause trouble for you in the future, although I hope my efforts will change his mind.”
“I know Valek would be happy to assassinate him.” He considered that scenario. “But he might prove useful, especially in dealing with the younger generation.” He saw my confused frown. “It’ll give them something to do.”
“Or give them someone to rally behind.”
“All part of the fun, I suppose. Is that all?”
“No.” I gave the Commander one of Opal’s glass animals.
He admired the tree leopard and thanked me for the gift.
“The glow you see is magic,” I said.
His gaze pierced me and I felt his sense of betrayal as if I poisoned him. He placed the statue on the desk. I explained why he could view the fire.
“I can see two souls within your body. Your mother didn’t want to leave you alone when she died so she stayed with you. Her magic lets you see the glow. And it’s her fear of discovery that has made you afraid of magic in all its forms.”
Commander Ambrose held his body as if any movement would crack it into a thousand pieces. “How do you know this?”
“I’m a Soulfinder. I find lost souls and send them to the sky. Does she want to go? Do you want her to go?”
“I don’t know. I…”
“Think about it. You know where to find me. There’s no time limit.”
I glanced back before I left. He stared at the tree leopard, lost in his thoughts.
Night had fallen while I talked with the Commander. Walking across the silent campus, I inhaled the warm breeze, soaking in the smells of life and the feel of air on my skin. I scanned my surroundings, searching for some sign of Valek.
Irys had lit all the lanterns in her tower. Even though she had given me three floors of the structure for my use, I found myself thinking about a salary, and my mind drifted to Valek’s cottage in the Featherstone lands. It would be nice to be close to Kiki and get away from the Council’s and Commander’s politics each night. The cottage was near the Ixian border, too. It would be neutral territory.
A place of my own. I couldn’t claim any room, cell or dwelling as my own. It would be the first time. My excitement grew.
I trudged up three floors of the tower to my bedroom. The sparse furnishings and layer of dust made for an unwelcoming sight, although the bedding was fresh.
I opened the shutters to let in clean air and felt a presence behind me. Without turning, I demanded, “What took you so long?”
Valek pressed against my back. His arms wrapped around my stomach. “I could ask you the same thing.” He spun me to face him. “I didn’t want to share you, love. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
He leaned in and kissed me. I drank in his essence, it soothed my soul.
Eventually, I pulled away, and laid my head on his chest, content to just feel his heartbeat against my cheek.
“That’s the second time I lost you,” he said. “You would think it would be easier, but I couldn’t douse the burning pain. I felt like my heart had been pierced by a spit and was cooking over a fire.”
His arms tightened around me as if he worried I would slip from his grip. “I would beg you to promise never to disappear again, but I know you won’t.”
“I can’t. Just like you can’t promise to stop being loyal to the Commander. We both have other duties.”
He huffed with amusement. “We could retire.”
“From being a Liaison, but not a Soulfinder. There are many lost souls to guide.”
Ever the analyst, Valek drew back enough to study me. “How many? It’s been a hundred-and-twenty-five years since Sitia crisped the last Soulfinder. Hundreds?”
“I don’t know. The Soulfinders documented in the history books were really Soulstealers. Guyan could have been the only one in the last two thousand years. Bain would delight in helping me with that assignment. But I will need to travel around Sitia and Ixia to help them all. Do you want to come? It could be fun.”
“You, me and a couple thousand ghosts? Sounds crowded,” he teased. “At least you already found one soul,
