Dark Light of Mine (22 page)

Vallaena turned back to me in the shocked silence of the room.  All eyes were on her.  Then Dad caught my eye and shook his head ever so slightly.  I guessed he was telling me not to trust her.  Or maybe he just thought she had bad manners.

"Back to the subject at hand," I said, trying to grin and possibly lighten the funereal tone of the room, "even if I'm supposed to prevent a disaster, what do you want from me?"

"I am the first of House Slade.  I wish to officially take you under my protection."

"She wants to do it before Kassallandra has the chance," Dad said.

"Uh, who?" I asked trying to figure out how to spell such a fancy name.

"Your father's betrothed," Vallaena said with a wicked little smile.

"She's the one who attacked us at the restaurant," Elyssa said.  "She's the one sending the hellhounds."

"Flaming red hair?" I asked.

Her eyebrows shot up.  "How did you know?"

"I caught a glimpse of her hair back at the house when all this mess started."

"This mess, as you call it, started long before this," Vallaena said.

"Kassallandra wants to put me under her protection?" I said.  "She has a funny way of doing it."

"Anae Kassallandra also wishes to exact a measure of revenge on your father for abandoning her and…"  She shuddered and looked like she was about to become ill.  "Marrying and mating a human."

"Is she his sister too?"  Dad had told me some nasty things about spawn breeding.  Men were rare and had to mate with a lot of females to keep the bloodline going, even if it meant doing it with their own family members.  I didn't want to think about how many uncle-daddies or aunt-mommies were in this family.

Vallaena shook her head.  "She is from another house and young like your father, Daevadius, and also a direct descendant of the patriarch and matriarch of her house.  The marriage was to unite the firsts of our houses by blood."

So Daevadius was Dad's real name?  It sounded cooler than David though a lot more pretentious.

"She's leaving out the good part," Dad said.  "Not only would I mate with Kassa, but also her mother and sisters while she would mate with my father and brothers."

"Gross!" Felicia said about the same time others chimed in their exclamations of revulsion.

Meghan heaved and I was sure she'd just thrown up in her mouth.  I knew I felt like doing it.

"Why bother with marrying?" I asked.

"It is a formality," Vallaena said.  "And before the rest of you judge us, you should know our blood is not weakened by a small genetic pool.  We operate on a completely different level than those of human stock."

"In other words, your crap don't stink," Ryland said with his trademark wolf grin.

"I didn't come here to engage in a symposium on Daemos breeding rituals," Vallaena said.  "Justin, if you accept my protection, then Anae Kassallandra will have to go through proper political channels to get you."

"Either way you cut it, it sounds like prison to me," I said, shaking my head.  "I'm not interested.  Why don't you use your power to stop Kassa instead?"

"Her power comes from House Assad.  I cannot force her to stop.  And since you are considered Castratae, there is no political solution unless you ask for asylum."

I really wanted to get up and pace, think about this crazy situation, and come up with a great idea to get out of it.  Unfortunately, I wasn't as good at getting out of messes as I was at getting into them.  That was why I had Elyssa.  She could usually reach into her pouch and pull out a tissue, a candy bar, a sword, or whatever the situation called for.  But she didn't have her pouch with her at the moment.

"I need to heal and think," I said.  "But I've got to say this foreseeing thing sounds pretty thin."

"The number you and Elyssa spoke of, forty-three eleven."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"That is the name of the prophecy.  Foreseeance four-three-one-one."

Chapter 21

My mind flashed back to the scene after the green demon had killed Meghan's mom.  I saw the bloody scrap of paper in Meghan's trembling hand.  Her current self in the here and now looked down at her own hands as if seeing the same thing, as if suddenly recalling something terrible she'd forgotten.  I knew the exact feeling.  Elyssa's hand tightened on mine.

"Let me see this foreseeance," I said to Vallaena.  "I want to read it for myself."

"I don't have it," she replied.  "I explained to Elyssa that every variation of it which has been spoken and recorded has vanished over the years."

"Sounds like a conspiracy," Smith said.

Felicia groaned.  "Oh crap, not this again."

"Conspiracies exist!"  He threw his hands in the air.  "Why are you so opposed to the idea?"

"Can't you just let our parents rest in peace?"  Felicia jerked herself off the couch, face red.  "Not only did I become an orphan, but I lost my brother because he's so damned obsessed."  She stormed away, though not far since the hideout wasn't very big.

Smith looked embarrassed.  "People conspire all the time.  I mean, who wouldn't want to at least find out who murdered their parents?"

"Who were your parents?" Dad asked.

"The Nostis."

"Phillip and Maryann?"

Smith nodded.  "You knew them?"

Dad shook his head.  "I remember Alice talking about them."

"I remember Phillip and Maryann," Meghan said.  "They met with my mom sometimes."

"Did they meet with my mom too?" I asked.

"I think so.  Like I said, my mom didn't allow me into her meetings and I think she might have blurred some of my memories."

"What was the date the green demon attacked us?"

Meghan furrowed her brow.  "I couldn't say exactly.  Though the memory is pretty clear now, some details are still blurry."

I concentrated, trying to recall something, anything that would give me an indicator of the date.  I'd been fairly little at the time.  Seven, maybe eight?  It seemed about right, because Mom told Meghan's mother, Sandy, that she was pregnant.  It amazed me how clear some of those details were now, as if the horrible event had just happened yesterday.  If my sister Ivy was almost eleven now then, yeah, my age guesstimate would be about right.

"How old were you when your parents died?" I asked Smith.

He looked up from his tablet computer and took a moment before answering.  "Eighteen."

"Roughly five years ago?"

He nodded.

Utilizing the power of math, I figured the attack on Meghan's mom had happened nine or ten years ago, four years before the murder of the Nostis.  Were the two incidents connected?

Smith ran the numbers as well.  "Four years is a long time to wait if they were trying to wipe out your mom and her acquaintances," he said.  "Why not all at once?"

"Might look too obvious?"  I couldn't think of another reason, though I felt certain some diabolical mastermind out there could figure it out in a second.

Dad arched his eyebrows.  "Wait a minute, Justin.  Are you saying you, Meghan, and your mother were there when Sandy Andretti was killed?"

"Yeah."  I was willing to bet there were a lot of things Mom hadn't told Dad.  "She blurred it out of my mind just like she did all the memories of her pregnancy."

Shelton's eyes lifted from the floor.  "You have a sibling?"

My heart did a double-thump as I realized I'd just let the proverbial cat out of the bag.  Ivy's existence supposedly wasn't widely known and I'd purposely not told Shelton about her due to his low-trustworthiness factor.  And now the room was practically brimming with people who didn't know, and at least one in particular I didn't want to know:  Vallaena.

"A sister.  How interesting," Vallaena said as my eyes met hers.  "Daevadius has been a very busy man, I see."

"Don't you even think about going after her," Dad said.

Vallaena didn't turn to face him.  "Perhaps we have more to talk about than I thought."

The look on her face sent a chill coursing through my back.  I was almost glad the Conroys had Ivy.  Even Vallaena wouldn't have an easy time taking her from them.

"If you even think about going after my sister, you can forget ever having my cooperation."  I tried to keep the tremble of anger from my voice.  Or maybe it was fear.  This was the first time I'd met one of my father's family face-to-face, and while she seemed surprisingly nice, I knew it could all be a mask hiding the demon beneath.

"Your sister need never come into the equation should you take my offer," Vallaena said, sweetening the offer with a dimpled smile.  "There is far more at stake here than you realize."

I had plenty more to add to this conversation.  But not here.  Not now.  There were too many people, some of whom I didn't know well enough to trust just yet.  Hell, I didn't even know if I could trust Shelton.

"A sister?" Shelton shook his head.  "Damn.  Talk about keeping secrets.  All the research I did on you two and I never caught a whiff."

"I hope you're talking about research before you tried to kidnap us for the bounty," I said.

He narrowed his eyes.  "What else would I be talking about?"

Smith tapped on his tablet and grimaced.  "I made a timeline a while back.  I added Sandy's death to it, but I don't see anything else in my data connecting her death to my parents'."

"Well, it's a start."  I sighed and looked at the unconscious figure still resting on the ground.  "Maybe someone can clear up one mystery for me.  Who's the dude on the floor?"

"He is my Denae, Nyles," Vallaena said, offering another dimple-cheeked smile.  "My bodyguard, Ali, was going to evacuate us, but the attack came too soon.  Still, he managed to hold them at bay so we could escape."

Great.  Another spawn.  "Was anyone killed?"

"No."  She motioned her head toward the exit.  "Ali is guarding upstairs, however, in case of another attack."

"Hard to believe after all that ruckus.  The bar looked like a warzone."

"I do not think Kassallandra wished to kill anyone."  Vallaena's gaze found my father where he sat glumly on the bed inside the metallic circle on the floor.  "But if her hounds could have captured your father, I am certain a little torture would have been in order."

Shelton had the nerve to chuckle.

"I've got some bad news," Smith said as he puzzled over something on his tablet.  "I don't think I can remove the death mark.  At least not easily.  And even if I did remove it, it wouldn't stop the assassin from finishing the job."

I wanted to grit my teeth.  Clench my fists.  Stomp around and yell.  But a sigh was all I could manage.  "Are you saying there's nothing we can do to stop my dad from dying?"

"This is Underborn's mark."  Smith pushed up his glasses and frowned.  "You might be able to buy off a normal Guild hit, but this guy operates differently than the rest."

"Well, yeah.  His fee is astronomical," Shelton said with a wry expression.

Smith crinkled his face.  "Yes, and no.  He, she, or whoever Underborn really is doesn't charge money.  His payment is the most precious treasure of the contractor."

"Talk about a vague notion," Elyssa said.  "What if it happens to be money?  Then you have to give him your life savings?"

Smith nodded.  "Something along those lines."

"How do you know so much about him?" I asked.

"When you're digging for answers about murder, the Assassins Guild is a good place to start."  Smith sighed and leaned back into the couch.  "I found out a lot of things I didn't want to know and came very close to a personal meeting with Underborn himself."

"Dangerous," Ryland said in a low, almost admiring voice.

"Yeah."  Smith took a deep breath.  "I went to the meeting place, a ramshackle little bar in the Grotto.  The summons told me to pick the table in the far end and to take a seat facing the wall.  It also told me not to look back."

Shelton snorted.  "I'll bet you were about to crap bricks."

"Oh yeah," Smith said, sweat breaking on his forehead.  "I don't know how long I sat there expecting a dagger in the back at any minute.  After a while, a man with a missing arm sat down to my left.  He asked me if I was Adam Nosti.  His question surprised the hell out of me because I thought I'd been really clever, keeping my identity secret.  Then he told me to look at him, so I did, thinking the whole time it meant a death sentence because I was sure this guy was Underborn, and nobody knows what he really looks like.  But instead of seeing a stranger, I recognized the man."

"You knew him?" Shelton asked.

"Not so much knew him as knew
of
him.  It was Aston Beaumont."

Shelton's mouth dropped open.  "The guy who won the Arcane Tourney all those years in a row?"

"That's the one.  He told me to take a good look at him, and just sat there for a minute like I was supposed to take in every detail.  He looked rough.  Unshaven, bloodshot eyes, and that damned missing arm.  Then he gave me a scrap of flash paper and left."

I didn't have a clue who Aston Beaumont was or where this was going, but it was interesting.  "He didn't tell you anything else?" I asked.

Smith shook his head.  "I looked at the paper.  It said 'Aston gave up his treasure to destroy his better.  Should you continue to seek the truth, it will be your sister who loses that which she values most.'"

"What does that mean?"

"Aston was an amazing sorcerer," Shelton said.  "One of the best, until he lost his arm in an accident."  He held up a hand to keep my next question at bay.  "When we practice magic, it's just like playing baseball or anything else—we get used to using a certain hand.  Sure, I can switch it up, but unless you're ambidextrous, you'll lose some power and focus."

"So Underborn took his arm, his most valued possession."

"Yeah.  That year there was a new kid on the block named Folder Reeves.  He was a friggin' prodigy.  Everyone expected him to be the next Aston Beaumont.  Except he died in an accident two weeks before the Arcane Tourney."

"And Aston lost his magic arm as the price," I said.  "I'll bet he didn't win first place."