petitions involved both. When a shapeshifter had a problem with someone within the Pack, it went up the chain to the alpha couple, who acted as arbitrators. If two different Packs were involved, two sets of alphas had to come to a decision. If a decision couldn’t be reached, the matter went to Curran and, because I was his mate, also to me.
My original plan was to avoid the petitions altogether. Unfortunately, Curran had explained to me at great length and in a lot of detail how this was one of the burdens of the alpha and how he was disinclined to suffer it by himself. Which was why once a week, I ended up sitting next to His Majesty behind a very large desk in a very large room, providing a convenient eye target for the audience of shapeshifters. Up to now all I’d had to do was look like I was paying attention and hope that Curran didn’t have to cut any babies in half. Dealing with petitions by myself was
I tapped the binder. “Those are petitions, what is this?”
“Barabas said that they’re essentially CliffsNotes from the Pack’s code of law relevant to the hearing.”
I swore.
“Barabas said you might say that. I’m supposed to tell you this.” Ascanio cleared his throat and produced a remarkably accurate impression of Barabas’s tenor. “Courage, Your Majesty.”
“I will kill him.”
“The Beast Lord or Barabas?”
“Both.” I rubbed my face and glanced at the clock on the wall. Ten past four. The petitions were scheduled at eight, and it would take me an hour to get from here to the Keep, which meant I had a grand total of three hours to cram this stuff into my head. Argh. I so didn’t want to do this. The volhv would have to wait until I sorted this out. Well, he wasn’t made out of ice cream; it wasn’t like he’d melt.
“Any messages from the Keep?”
“No, Consort.”
“Don’t call me Consort. Call me Kate.”
No news of Julie. Damn it, how long did it take one kid to walk a hundred miles? If Curran’s trackers didn’t report in by tomorrow evening, I’d go and look for her myself. Rene and her world-ending gadget would just have to wait.
I gathered the files and the binder. “I’m going upstairs. I don’t care who comes to the door, unless there is blood or fire, I’m not to be disturbed.”
Ascanio clicked his heels together and snapped a crisp salute. “Yes, Consort!”
Some days I understood why Curran roared.
READING THROUGH PETITIONS MADE MY BRAIN hurt. I knocked the first two out in an hour, and then I hit a property dispute between the two clans and got stuck. Sorting out who was who and what belonged to whom was like untangling a Gordian knot. If I shook my head and bits and pieces of the Pack’s Law fell out of my hair, I wouldn’t be surprised. I would carefully sweep them up and put them back in Barabas’s binder, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
It didn’t help that my memory kept replaying the conversation with Evdokia.
What she had told me about Voron and my mother hurt. For the first fifteen years of my life I had trusted Voron completely, without any reservation. If I was in trouble, he would drag me out of it. If he made me endure something, it was necessary for my survival. I didn’t have a mother, but I had a father. He was a god of my childhood. He could do anything, he could fix anything, he could kill anyone, and he loved me because I was his daughter. Because that was what fathers did.
It was a lie. A betrayal so deep, it cracked something vital inside me and now I was full of rage. I wasn’t his daughter. I was a tool to be used. If I broke in the final battle, no big loss, as long as I did the damage.
It hurt. Seeing it now with adult eyes hurt. I needed to scream, to punch and kick and hit something until my pain went away. If I sat still and really let myself think about it, I would lose it. But whatever had happened between my mother and Voron happened in the past. I’d wrestle with it and then I’d get over it. I couldn’t change it; it was done.
Curran and I were happening now.
When I was seventeen, with Voron dead for two years and Greg acting as my guardian, I met a guy. Derin was a few years older, handsome, funny. I wasn’t exactly in love, but I was in something. For my first time, it could’ve been worse. The morning after, I walked out of his apartment and walked right into Greg waiting for me on the street.
I’d thought there would be screaming. Voron had a lot of patience, but he’d screamed on occasion. I should’ve known better. Greg never screamed. He just explained things in a logical, unhurried manner until he made you scream instead.
Greg took me to the Sunrise House to have breakfast. He bought me one of those giant pancake combos with jam and whipped cream and while I ate, he talked. I could still remember his patient calm voice. “Sex is a human necessity. It’s also an issue of trust, for you more than for other people. Intimacy puts you in danger, Kate.”
I shrugged. “I can take Derin. He’s not all that.”
Greg sighed. “That’s not what I mean. Physical intimacy leads to emotional intimacy and vice versa. If you have a relationship with Derin, even if you intend for it to be purely physical, sooner or later you will let down your guard. Tell me, what’s the worst thing that can happen if Derin realizes how powerful you are?”
I stuffed a huge chunk of my pancake into my mouth and chewed it slowly, just to irritate him. “He’ll connect the dots and sell me out to my real father?”
“That would be unfortunate, yes. But that’s not the worst thing that can happen.”
“If you’re talking about transference, we used protection. I’m not an idiot, Greg.”
He shook his head.
“Well, then I don’t know.”
Greg’s blue eyes fixed on me. “Derin is an ambitious sort. Perfect grade point average, valedictorian, the first of his class to be promoted to Apprentice Level Two by the Mage Academy.”
“Been spying on me?”
He brushed the barb aside. “Derin aims to go far in life. He wants it all: money, prestige, respect, power. He wants it so badly, he can almost taste it. And you are vulnerable, Kate. You miss your father and you dislike me. You’re desperate for acceptance. If you persist, sooner or later—and I believe sooner—Derin will recognize your potential. He’ll become the best boyfriend you could ever hope to find: kind, gentle, understanding. You’ll fall in love or at least become infatuated. It’s natural: if someone makes you feel better, you want to be with that person. Then Derin will ask you to do something for him. It will start small. Perhaps he has a problem with another student. Or he needs to impress a professor to get a scholarship. A small thing. Nothing really.
“It might require you to use your magic or perhaps just a drop or two of your blood. You’ll do it, because you love him. Then he’ll ask something else. And then something bigger. And every time you comply, he’ll pamper you and make you feel as if you’re the only woman on Earth. And then one day you’ll wake up and realize that you’ve been used, that you’ve chained yourself to this man who seeks only to further his own interests at the expense of your feelings and safety, and that his careless use of your power has drawn the attention of your father. Now you must defend him and yourself and you’re not ready. Then, when the opportunity presents itself, he’ll betray you to save his own skin. This is the worst thing that can happen. Even if you escape, this experience will scar you and emotional scars never heal completely. You’ll never recover.”
I stared at him, pancakes forgotten.
Greg drank his coffee. “You have a problem, Kate. If you form a relationship with someone weak, he’ll be a liability. He’ll feel inadequate and you’ll deny yourself the satisfaction and joy of a true companionship. If you form a relationship with someone powerful, you run the risk of exposure or of being manipulated and used. Don’t ever think that a man in a position of power won’t tear down every wall in his way to form an alliance with you. Your magic makes you a priceless asset. How can you tell if someone loves you or craves your power?”
“I don’t know.”
Greg nodded. “Neither do I. A one-night stand with no strings attached is the safest option for you. It’s not fair, but such is your reality. It’s your life, Kate. I will advise you, but I won’t force you to follow my advice. I do urge
