endure to keep the food coming. I at least felt like Leith’s intentions were easier to understand than Dorian’s-and that I was a lot less likely to yield to temptation along the way. I sent the young prince a message back, saying I’d love to meet with him. On impulse, I also asked if he had anyone who might be capable of summoning water demons. Once that chore was done, I made motions to go back to Tucson.
“Well? Are we going to get this done with or not?”
I turned around, surprised to see Ysabel standing there in the hallway, hands on her hips. I’d been heading out toward the courtyard to do a little communion with the land before returning home. The heat was sweltering, as usual, and most of the women around here had taken to wearing light, gauzy gowns, often with short or no sleeves-not unlike the dress I’d worn to Maiwenn’s party. Ysabel had made no such concessions and stood clothed in a green velvet gown, complete with long bell sleeves. The color looked stunning with her hair, but I knew she had to be miserable.
“Get what done with?”
She threw up her hands in exasperation. “This…tutorial. Or whatever it is my lord sent me here to do.”
Oh, right. I hadn’t forgotten Ysabel, exactly. I’d just kind of tried to pretend she didn’t exist, in a feeble (and futile) hope that she might just disappear. No such luck.
“Sorry,” I said, returning her hard look. “I don’t really have time.”
“You promised Dorian,” warned Ysabel. “And until you do this, I can’t leave this godsforsaken place. I want to go home.”
I shrugged and turned away. “We can’t always get what we want. Kind of like that song. God knows I haven’t.”
I’d barely taken one step when a huge gust of wind shot toward my back, whipping my hair in front of me and rustling the tapestries on the wall. I immediately came to a halt and looked back at her. Her expression was both smug and hostile.
“What’s the matter? Afraid you can’t keep up with me?”
Charming. The old baiting tactic. She was hoping to get her way by playing on my pride. It was like the lamest trick in the book…except, well, it was kind of working. Okay, it was more than just my pride here. I was succumbing to temptation. With hardly any effort, Ysabel had just nearly knocked me over. It was more than I could do-much more-and her power nowhere near matched mine. If I had that kind of mastery, I could create hurricanes and blow apart buildings. Being in full possession of my magic would make me a god.
That shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have wanted that…but some secret part of me did. Well, not the god part. But certainly the rest. Power like that could help my people, I tried to convince myself.
“Okay. Let’s get this over with then.” I acted like getting rid of her was my only concern-not that that wasn’t a huge motivating factor.
This castle, I was finding, was filled with rooms-most of which didn’t seem to have much use. Most of the servants and guards had their own quarters, still leaving a ton of rooms unoccupied and gathering dust. I really only had need of my meeting room and parlor when I was there, and the rest had thus far stayed unused.
The parlor was apparently being cleaned, so on impulse, I led Ysabel to one of the abandoned rooms. It had a river-rock fireplace that wasn’t going to see use anytime soon, but the striped brocade furniture hadn’t accrued too much dust. I flounced down onto a chair, arms crossed and posture defensive.
“Okay. Make this fast.”
Ysabel examined her sofa carefully before easing down and spreading her voluminous skirts around her. She crossed her hands on her lap, and if not for the expression on her face that said she wanted to rip me apart, I would have said she looked dainty and ladylike.
“Dorian says I’m to teach you to improve your power with air.”
“Something like that.”
She eyed me critically. “Before we begin, I want it made abundantly clear that I am not doing this by choice.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Her lips curled into a sneer at my sarcasm. “I don’t know what Dorian sees in you. You think you’re so clever and witty when really, you’re just a plain, uncouth human.”
“Half-human,” I corrected. “And plain or not, your boyfriend-and, like, every other guy around here-would give up his right arm to get me into bed.” I really shouldn’t have provoked her like that. Not only was it mean, it was also going to make this whole magic lesson probably even more unbearable.
“Believe me, it’s through no charm of your own. It’s only the prophecy and your alleged breeding ability, and once that’s run its course, well…” She demurely smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt, not that there really were any. “It’s only your child anyone will have interest in, not you.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn’t going to be a child.” Not as long as my doctor kept prescribing me birth control pills.
Ysabel looked up, face filled with skepticism. “Oh? Then why are you with the…kitsune?” She said kitsune like it was a dirty word. Dorian often did too, though he did it mostly to irritate me. I think Ysabel legitimately looked down on Kiyo. “If you really are a queen…” She looked skeptical over this as well. “…then why lower yourself by taking him as a consort? The only reason you would have is in the hopes of him fathering a child on you, just as he did Maiwenn. Clearly, he’s proven his virility…which might be of particular concern to you. You claim you’re trying not to conceive, but perhaps that’s a lie to hide the fact that you can’t.”
“What? That’s insane!”
“Whereas I…” She ran her hands proudly along the sides of her hips. “…have already bore two children.”
Whoa. That was startling-and a point of pride for her, no doubt, considering the gentry fertility issue. “To whom?” For some reason, the thought that it might be Dorian bothered me.
“My husband. He was killed years ago in battle.” She frowned slightly, the first sign of soft emotion I’d seen on her. In a flash, her normal bitchy expression returned. “They live with my parents right now and are healthy and strong. My lord Dorian knows I can undoubtedly have more. That’s why he cast you aside for me, forcing you to turn to the kitsune for your fleeting chances of offspring.”
“That’s not what Dorian and I-never mind. Look, for the last time, I’m not with Kiyo to get pregnant, okay? I’m with him because I love him.”
She sniffed. “I find that unlikely. If you just wanted a lover for pleasure, you would pine for my lord. No other man can match his skills in the bedroom. When he binds my hands in ropes or paints my flesh, I find no greater ecstasy than-”
“Whoa, just stop,” I said, holding up both hands. This entire conversation was grating on my last nerve. “I do not want to hear any details about your sex life with Dorian, okay? That is not part of this deal. No part at all. I don’t want to-wait. Did you say something about painting?”
A sly smile lit her features. “My lord has a great appreciation for art. Often, before we make love, I’ll lie naked before him and let him use my body as a canvas. He will spend hours adorning my flesh with color and design, often using the paintbrush as a means to pleasure me and-”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I asked.”
As the words left my lips, though, it shocked me that I could envision what she was describing perfectly. Dorian’s magic lessons had often involved tying me up-the necessity of which I was never 100 percent certain of- and he would spend a large amount of that time weaving the silken cords that bound me. He’d arrange them in interesting patterns and color formations, consumed by the process itself. Somehow, I imagined him being the same with paint. I could see his face lost in thought as he painted flowers or suns or whatever, his clever, sensual hands taking their time as they lightly touched my body….
No, not my body. Ysabel’s. I had no part of this.
“Let’s get this done with,” I said gruffly, hoping she wouldn’t guess my thoughts. “Then we can both go home.”
“Very well then. So, you need my help because you’re weak.”
“That’s not entirely true.” Jesus Christ. It was all going to be like this, wasn’t it? “I have a lot of power. I know how to control and use water magic-though I guess I could be better. Everyone assumes I must have inherited wind magic too, but so far…well, I’ve only been able to use it once.”
“You may simply be deficient,” she said lightly. Her eyes flicked to my chest. “Like in so many other ways.
