you.”
He reached up and touched my hair gently. “You are ridiculous. You chose to stay here? Alone?”
I nodded. “Can I stay here with you?”
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. My dead husband did not feel very dead at all. He felt very much alive. And his kisses lit my soul on fire.
Gently, George lowered me to the floor cushion. His lips never left mine as his fingers traced the curls in my hair and slid down my arms and around my waist. I stretched my arms around his neck, yearning for him.
“Katiya, are you sure you want to remain here?” His kisses trailed down my jaw and his hand played with my buttons.
“Where else would we go?” I asked. I did not want him to stop kissing me. My heart was pounding. My body shivered with fright and excitement.
He raised his head and looked at me. “You could take me home.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He searched my face uncertainly. “Katiya, you do realize that you have the ability to bring me back.”
“But I saw your cold light disappear!” The thought that I might be able to bring him back to the land of the living filled me with hope. And a little fear. “I can’t bring you back as one of the undead, George. That would not be any kind of life for you. And it would break your mother’s heart.”
He was trying not to laugh. “Love, why is it that I have learned more about your necromancer powers than you have?” His fingers were tracing the collar of my regimental jacket, making it extremely difficult for me to pay attention to what he was saying.
“I was too busy trying to study medicine,” I said. “I didn’t want to know how to be a necromancer.” But I knew George had studied many schools of magic when he was in Paris. And he would have had a certain interest in learning about my powers.
“Katiya, if you want to go to medical school, I will still support you. We can live wherever we need to—Paris, Zurich, London. We’ll go to America if that’s what it takes.”
I shook my head. “I want to continue learning from Dr. Badmaev. His Tibetan medicine has a better chance of finding a cure for your sickness.” And since we were already married, what was the worst thing the tsar could do?
Exile. We could be sent away from Russia. Or the tsar might punish Dr. Badmaev for helping me and have him sent away. I’d have to convince the tsar that I was trying to save his son.
I looked at the grand duke more closely and realized his cold light had returned. It was still bright, betraying his delicate health, but it was there. That meant I could still save him.
I sat up straighter, pushing George back a little. “Your illness! Is it worse here in the Graylands?” Or had it disappeared? I didn’t dare hope.
George shrugged. “It’s no better, but I worry that the time spent here will affect it. I might be weaker if I return to the land of the living.”
I started to protest, but he knew what I was about to say. He put his fingers to my lips. “No,” he said. “I am willing to risk it. This is not a life, Katiya. What I’m doing here in the Graylands is just existing. I don’t want to stay here trapped for centuries like your Egyptian friend. I want a life with you. A family.”
I couldn’t help blushing as I thought of having a family with him. Of carrying George’s babies. I wondered, though, if our travels through the Graylands would alter our ability to have children. Princess Cantacuzene’s greatest regret as a vampire had been her inability to give Konstantin an heir. I understood now how she must have felt, and I felt her sorrow as my own.
“You must think me stupid for not coming to look for you immediately,” I said. “Will you ever forgive me?”
George shrugged as he smiled. “I was more worried for you, Katiya. I was safe here, away from Konstantin, and able to mend, while you had him engaged in battle. But I hated not knowing what was happening to you. And I hated not being at the battle with my parents.”
“You’ll hear the stories and legends for years, I’m sure.” I sighed. “And your parents will think me very stupid for telling them that you were lost. I never even had a chance to tell them we were married.” Which was probably for the best. And I’d had a reasonable excuse.
“Well then,” George said as he stood up and held out his hand to me. “Shall we?”
I paused. I couldn’t help thinking of Danilo and Mala. Perhaps they would be able to find each other somewhere beyond the Graylands.
I looked up at George and smiled. My beautiful boy. My husband. I gave him my hand. “Let’s go home.”
38
George had to teach me the ritual that would bring him back. It was similar to the one I’d used when Grand Duke Vladimir had been in the Graylands, but this time there was no enchanted throne. Instead, George showed me how to use the large mirror hanging at the end of the hallway—the same one Militza and I had used. Only Militza and I had both been alive when we’d traveled through the mirror.
George’s cold light had been almost completely severed from his body by Konstantin’s spell. But he’d managed a spell that had kept him hidden, even if barely alive, while he healed. He was still too weak, however, to call upon the Grigori to make a portal of his own.
“I can tell you the words to say, but I have no control over the cold light,” George said. “A necromancer can touch this light and manipulate it to overcome death. That is why you are able to walk between the two worlds so easily.”
I waved my hand in front of the mirror, scattering the mist, and focused on the place we needed to go: Gatchina. His parents would still be there.
The trip back to the land of the living did not hurt quite so much this time. Maybe it was because I was too giddy to pay attention. I was worried about George, though, and focused my cold light energy on making sure he did not drag behind. The ritual took its toll on him anyway. Pale and coughing, George emerged with me in the cold snowy gardens outside the palace. I grabbed him by the arms to support him. He felt warm and solid, but I still couldn’t believe he was back home with me.
“You’re shaking!” I realized. “Let’s get you inside.”
The members of the Order of St. John who stood guard at the front of the palace could not believe their eyes when I shouted for them to open the gates quickly.
“Do as she says,” George muttered.
I was not sure if they did not want to follow my orders or were just in shock at seeing him.
The doors opened, and one of the footmen sent for the tsar immediately. I helped them carry George inside and up to the bedroom he shared with Nicholas. The empress and the tsar arrived soon after, followed by Nicholas and Xenia.
“Georgi!” The empress rushed to his bedside and grabbed his hand. “Oh, my son!” she sobbed. “My prayers have been answered!”
The tsar took my hand. “I owe you everything, Katerina.” He pulled me into his enormous arms and kissed me on the forehead. “I would be honored to call you daughter.”
“That’s a very good thing,” George said happily from the bed. He was already starting to get his color back. “Because we were married in Egypt.”
“What is this?” The empress turned around sharply to look at me. I heard Xenia giggle from the doorway. Little Mikhail and Olga were peeking around from behind her skirts.
The tsar released me from his fatherly embrace, as if to distance himself from me. He did not wish to incur the empress’s wrath, it seemed.
George tried to push himself up onto his elbow. “Maman, you know I’ve wanted to marry Katiya for a long time. I did not want to risk losing her again.”
Everyone was staring at me. “It was an Orthodox ceremony,” I said, as if that would make everything better.
