Bitterblue

With that depressing thought in mind, Bitterblue went to the dressing room and pulled out her hood and trousers.

24

TILDA ANSWERED HER knock. Seeing the queen on her doorstep, Tilda stood there surprised, but gentle- eyed. 'Come in, Lady Queen,' she said.

It was a reception Bitterblue hadn't been expecting, and one that stabbed her with shame. 'I'm sorry, Tilda,' she whispered.

'I accept your apology, Lady Queen,' said Tilda simply. 'We're heartened to realize that all this time, the queen has been on our side.'

'You do realize that?' said Bitterblue.

Stepping inside, she found herself exposed in a pool of light. Bren was at the press, looking back at her levelly. Saf was perched on a table behind Bren, glaring, and Teddy stood in the doorway to the back room. 'Oh, Teddy,' she said, too pleased to check herself. 'I'm so happy to see you standing on your own.'

'Thank you, Lady Queen,' he said with a small smile that made her know she was forgiven.

Tears choked her eyes. 'You're too kind to me.'

'I always trusted you, Lady Queen,' said Teddy, 'even before I knew who you were. You're a person of generosity and feeling. It warms my heart to know that such a person is our queen.'

Sapphire snorted dramatically. Bitterblue forced herself to look at him. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I imposed myself on your lives here and I lied. I'm sorry for tricking all of you.'

'That's not much of an apology,' said Saf, sliding down from his table, crossing his arms.

Antagonism was helpful. It gave her guilt something solid and sharp to throw itself against. Bitterblue set her chin and said to Saf, 'I apologize for the things I did wrong, but I won't apologize for my apology. I'd like to talk with you alone.'

'That's not going to happen.'

Bitterblue shrugged. 'Then I suppose everyone will get to hear my side of things. Where should we start? With your upcoming trial for treason, where I'll be called to testify that I saw you steal the crown?'

Sapphire walked right up to her. 'I look forward to explaining why I was in your rooms in the first place,' he said calmly. 'It'll be fun to ruin your reputation. This is a boring conversation. Are we done?'

Bitterblue slapped him, as hard as she could. When he grabbed her wrists, she kicked him in the shin, then kicked him again, until finally, swearing, he let her go. 'You're a bully,' he spat out.

'You're a brat,' she said, shoving at him, tears spilling onto her cheeks. 'What good is it for both of us to be ruined? What utter, useless good? Treason, Saf? Why did you have to do something so blazingly stupid?'

'You played with me!' he said. 'You humiliated me and you insulted my prince by compelling him to lie for me!'

'And so you committed a hanging crime?'

'I only took the rutting thing to spite you,' he said. 'That there are consequences that make you unhappy is just a bonus! I'm glad it's a hanging crime!'

The room had emptied around them; they were alone. Too close to his hard-breathing body, she pushed past him toward the press and clung to it, trying to think. There was something underneath the words he'd said that she needed to get straight.

'You understand that I'm unhappy,' she said, 'because you know that I'm frantic for your safety.'

'Mmph,' he said, close behind her. 'Who cares?'

'You know that the nearer you get to danger, the more unhappy I'll be and the harder I'll work to protect you. Which is apparently a thing you find amusing,' she added bitterly. 'But your joy over this delightful situation presupposes how much I care about you.'

'So?'

'So,' she said, 'that means that you know perfectly well that I care about you. You know it so well that you're getting pleasure out of hurting me with it. And since you already know it, there's nothing I need to convince you of and nothing I need to prove.' Turning to face him, she said, 'I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I humiliated you and I'm sorry I compelled your prince to lie for you. I did wrong and I won't make excuses. You can decide whether to forgive me or not. You can also decide whether to reverse this stupid thing you've done.'

'It's too late to reverse it,' Saf said. 'Other people know.'

'Get the crown back from this Spook person and give it to me. If I can show that I have it, no one's going to look me in the face and accuse me of lying when I go on to say I've always had it.'

'I don't think I could get it back,' Saf said after a moment's pause. 'I'm told that Spook has sold it to her grandson. My agreement was with Spook as a caretaker, to hide it for me, but Spook broke that agreement when she sold it. I have no agreement with the grandson.'

'It doesn't sound as if you had much of an agreement with Spook either,' said Bitterblue, trying to navigate through all the surprising things he'd just said. Spook was a woman? 'What are you talking about, she sold the crown to her grandson? What does that mean?'

'Spook has a grandkid, apparently, that she's bringing up in the business.'

'The business of black-market thievery?' said Bitterblue scornfully.

'Spook is more of a manager and dealer than a thief. Other people do her thieving for her. So, she's sold the crown to the grandkid, probably for almost nothing, and now the kid gets to decide what to do. It's like a test, see. It'll make him a name.'

'If he publicizes his possession of it, it'll also get him arrested and hanged.'

'Oh, you won't find him. I don't even know who he is and I'm much closer to their world than you could ever be. He's called Gray, apparently.'

'What will he do with it?'

'Whatever he likes,' Saf said carelessly. 'Maybe put it up for public auction? Hold it for ransom? Spook's family has a lot of expertise at exploiting the nobility, at no harm to themselves. If your detectives poke so hard that they manage to find Gray and put him on trial, a dozen of his grandmother's women and men will vouch for him.'

'How, exactly? Maybe by incriminating someone else instead? You, for example?'

'I suppose so, now that you mention it.'

Bitterblue took a deep, angry breath. At this moment, she hated his smirking face; she hated him for the enjoyment he was getting out of this. 'Find out how much Gray wants for it.'

'You would buy back your own crown?'

'Rather than see you hanged?' Bitterblue said. 'This surprises you?'

'More like, disappoints me,' he said. 'It's not very interesting, is it? Throw money at the problem? Anyway, if it came to that, I wouldn't hang. I'd run. It's time I left anyway.'

'Oh, fabulous,' Bitterblue sputtered. 'You'll leave. What a stupendous solution to a blazingly stupid problem you created for both of us. You're sick, you know that?' she said, turning away from him again. 'And you're wasting my time with this. Time is the thing I have least of.'

'How onerous for you to be so important,' Sapphire said caustically. 'Go home to your gold rooms and sit on a silk cushion while servants bring you every pleasure and Graced guards keep you safe.'

'Right,' Bitterblue said, touching the place on her forehead where the scrape from the attack outside the castle had only just healed. 'Safe.'

The door opened suddenly. Teddy stuck his head in. 'Forgive me,' he said sheepishly. 'I felt the need to check that everything was all right.'

'You don't trust me,' said Saf to him, disgusted.

'Should I, when you're like this?' Teddy came a bit farther into the room and rested his eyes on Bitterblue. 'I'll leave if I'm in the way,' he said.