Frostfire (12 page)

The sun was beginning to set, and Ember’s party had been under way for an hour. I
knew that I couldn’t put it off any longer, so I said good-bye to the rabbit, and
I knocked on the front door.

“Bryn!” Annali Holmes—Ember’s mother—opened the door and greeted me with a broad smile
as the warm air from inside wafted over me. “Glad you could make it.”

“Sorry I’m late. I was stuck at work.”

I peered around to see who was in attendance, and the small cottage was nearly overflowing.
Imagine Dragons played out of the radio loud enough that they hadn’t heard me yet,
and I spotted Ember laughing in the center of the room. She always fared much better
with attention than I did.

A toddler with dark brown hair sticking up like a troll doll came darting past, trying
to escape out the door before Annali scooped him up.

“This is Liam,” she said, and the little boy stared up at me with wide eyes, looking
too adorable for his own good, and then in a bout of shyness he buried his face in
the blue folds of his grandma’s faded dress. “He’s my son’s youngest.”

“So they made it in okay?” I asked.

Ember’s older brother, Finn, worked as a guard at the Trylle palace. The King and
Queen of the Trylle had come to town for the anniversary party, and Finn came with
them as their guard. Since his parents lived in Doldastam, he’d brought his wife and
two kids along for a visit.

“Yeah, they arrived early this morning. Why don’t you go in and say hello?” Annali
stepped back and motioned toward the living room.

All the gifts were stacked on the dining room table, which had been pushed up against
a wall to make more room. I snuck behind the people, nearly sliding up against the
wall to add my gift to the pile. Mine was wrapped in butcher’s paper and tied up with
twine, appearing rather plain compared to some of the brightly colored packages.

I’d meant to get Ember something nice in Chicago, but since I had to make an abrupt
departure, I’d had to grab something quick in Winnipeg while Linus and I waited for
the train. It ended up being a sweater that I hoped she didn’t hate, and a ring with
a fox on it that I thought she’d actually like.

There had to be over twenty people crammed into the small living room and dining room.
Most of them were fellow trackers, but a few were people Ember just knew from town.
She was much more sociable than I was.

Tilda was here, of course, along with her boyfriend, Kasper Abbott. He was a few years
older than her, with black curly hair and a carefully manicured beard. Last year,
he’d been appointed to the Högdragen, and though he was a very low-ranking member,
I’d already begun hitting him up for advice.

In the center of the room, Ember laughed brightly, and Finn stood next to his sister.
Though this was just a casual family gathering, he was dressed in a tailored vest
and slacks, just like every other time I’d seen him. He held a little girl in a frilly
dress on his hip, her dark wild curls pulled into two pigtails.

Next to him was his wife, Mia, who appeared to be pregnant again. Her hands were folded
neatly, resting on top of her swollen belly hidden underneath her fitted emerald dress.

“Bryn!” Ember squealed in delight when she finally saw me. “You made it!”

She slid past her brother. When she reached me, she looped her arm through mine, knowing
that I would hide in the corners of the room unless she made me actually join the
party. “A girl only turns seventeen once, you know, and she needs her best friend
at the party.”

I hadn’t noticed until she was up close, but her eye shadow had a bit of a sparkle
to it. Her sweater dress even had a few strategically placed sequins, adding an extra
shimmer as well. Several braids twisted through her hair, and then it was pulled back
in an updo.

“You remember Finn, right?” Ember pointed to him.

“We’ve met a few times,” I reminded her. He managed to get up here a couple times
a year for a visit, bringing his family with him as often as he could. I knew that
he was a retired Trylle tracker who now worked as a royal guard, and was Ember’s inspiration
for joining the Kanin’s tracker program.

“How are you, Bryn?” Finn asked, smiling at me.

There was something almost strikingly handsome about him, and I noticed it more when
he smiled. But he emoted so rarely, and no matter what happened he seemed to stand
at attention. I respected him for his training and obvious skill in working as a guard,
but he was so closed off.

After I’d first met him, I’d asked Ember if he was secretly an android, and I’d only
been half joking. The scary part was that Ember told me he’d actually loosened up
a lot since he’d gotten married. I’d have hated to meet him before, if this was him
relaxed.

“I’m doing well, thank you.” I smiled politely at him. “How are you?”

“Can’t complain.”

“When are we eating cake?” the little girl asked.

“Not right now, Hanna,” Finn told her, and that was about the only time I ever saw
his expression soften. When he was interacting with his kids, he truly let his guard
down.

“Here.” Mia held out her arms for the little girl. “I’ll take her and get her something.
It’s getting late for the kids.” Hanna squealed in delight and practically jumped
into her mother’s outstretched arms.

“Sorry about that,” Finn said, smoothing down his vest after Mia carried Hanna away
to the kitchen. “She gets excited.”

“Who can blame her? Everyone gets excited about birthday cake,” Ember said. “My mom
makes the
best
cake. She uses blueberries as the sweetener, and it’s to die for.”

Kanin, and really trolls in general, had an aversion to sugar, except for fruit. We
didn’t have much of a stomach for foods that weren’t all natural, nor were we big
into red meat. Most of our food was produced in Doldastam, thanks to special “greenhouses.”

We had a few gardeners that worked to keep fresh produce and wine year-round, and
to cultivate flowers that could bloom in the snow. They used psychokinetic abilities
to work against the harsh winters of the subarctic, and it took half a dozen of them
to keep the garden up and running.

Kasper asked how to change a song, and Ember offered me an apologetic glance before
dashing off to help. That left me standing awkwardly with her brother.

“So … are you going to be at the anniversary thing tomorrow?” Finn asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m helping a new changeling adapt. But I would probably be there
anyway, because of the added security. We should all be there tomorrow.”

“That makes sense.” He lifted his eyes, surveying the room of people chatting with
one another. “Are they all Högdragen? That’s what you call it, right?”

“No, most of them aren’t.” I turned and pointed to where Kasper stood next to Ember,
going through her iPod. “Only Kasper is.”

Tilda saw us pointing at her boyfriend, so she made her way over to where Finn and
I were talking, and relief washed over me as Tilda came to rescue me from awkward
party conversation as she had a hundred times before. I liked Finn well enough, but
I doubted that the two of us could talk comfortably for very long.

“Did you say something about Kasper?” Tilda asked when she reached us. It felt warm
in the house—at least to me, after walking the mile here—but her dress left her well-toned
arms bare, and she rubbed at them absently.

“I was just telling Finn that Kasper’s on the Högdragen,” I explained.

“That’s true.” Tilda smiled proudly as she looked back at her boyfriend.

“I’ve always been curious. How does the Högdragen work?” Finn asked “The Trylle don’t
have that.”

I shook my head. “How do you protect the royalty?”

“Most trackers pull double duty as guards, and when they retire from tracking, many
of them guard at the palace.” He looked down at me. “It’s like how you’re working
at the party tomorrow.”

“I have basic training, but trackers aren’t in combat that often. And we’re not trained
to work together, if there were an invading army,” I countered. “The Högdragen have
all kinds of specialized training.”

“How often do you really have an invading army?” Finn asked. “When was the last time
anyone’s attacked you guys?”

“That’s because they know how good we are. We’re the only tribe that has a real army
to speak of,” Tilda added, bristling a bit. She held her head up higher, making her
taller than Finn. “Nobody is equipped to go up against us.”

“What about the business with someone going after the changelings?” Finn asked, undeterred.

I looked at him sharply. “What do you know about it?”

He pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not much. We’ve heard rumblings back in Förening,
and Ember mentioned a few things to me.”

I glanced over at Tilda, wondering if I should say anything. Her gray eyes were hard,
and her lips were pursed together in an irritated pout. If it were her choice, she
wouldn’t tell Finn anything. Not just because of his comments about the Högdragen—Tilda
preferred to keep private business private. Ember was a bit of a gossip, which was
why she’d become closer to me than she had with Tilda. I had a higher tolerance for
that kind of thing.

“I’m not a gossip at the market,” Finn said, sensing our unease. “I’m a guard, working
with an allied tribe. Discretion is something I’m well versed in.”

He had a point, so I relaxed a bit. Besides, he was Ember’s brother, and she trusted
him.

“As of right now, there is no business with any changelings,” I told him matter-of-factly.
“Two men went after one of our high-ranking Markis. That’s all we know, and as far
as the King and Queen are concerned, it was an isolated attack.”

“And who stopped it?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

“I was—” I started to answer him, but I happened to glance past him and saw Ember
go over to answer a knock at the door, barely audible over the music and chatter of
the party.

When she opened the door, she let in a draft of cold air, along with Juni Sköld and
Ridley. Juni came in first, and Ember helped her slip off her long black jacket. Once
Ember took their coats to put them away, Ridley put his hand on the small of Juni’s
back, and as they walked toward the party, he leaned over and whispered something
in her ear.

I had seen Ridley with plenty of girls over the past years, but that was because I’d
barged into his office without knocking and caught him kissing someone, or I’d gone
to his place after work and found a girl slinking out his door. This was the first
time I’d seen him on an actual
date
.

“Bryn?” Tilda asked, leaning toward me. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I shook my head, clearing it, and then I looked back at Finn, forcing myself
to keep my eyes on him and not wander to Ridley any longer. “As I was saying, I was
tracking the changeling and prevented them from kidnapping him, yes.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Finn folded his arms over his chest. “You’re not a member
of the Högdragen, and yet you were perfectly capable of fighting off two men without
any of their training. Are they really necessary, then?”

“If anything, that’s a testament to Bryn’s work, not a condemnation of the guard,”
Ridley interjected. I looked over to see both him and Juni sidling up next to Tilda,
joining our conversation.

“Ember really just invited everyone to this, didn’t she?” I asked as pleasantly as
I could and gave them a crooked smile.

He nodded and adjusted his narrow tie. “Apparently so.”

“Ridley, this is Ember’s brother, Finn,” I said, making the introductions between
the two of them. “Finn, this is the Rektor, Ridley. And this is…” I pointed to Juni,
then feigned a memory lapse. “Sorry. I’ve forgotten your name,” I lied, and Tilda
gave me a peculiar look.

“Juni. Juni Sköld.” She smiled, making a dimple on her smooth skin. “I went to tracker
school years ago with Bryn and Tilda, but I flunked out, so it’s no surprise that
they’ve forgotten me.”

“I’m sure Bryn didn’t forget you,” Ridley said, casting a look at me that I deftly
avoided meeting. “She’s just had a busy week.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you both,” Finn said, breaking the growing tension.

“Likewise,” Ridley said. “So what were we talking about when I so rudely interrupted?”

“Finn doesn’t understand the point of the Högdragen,” Tilda said, filling him in with
a hint of bitterness to her words. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she turned
to look at him as Ridley spoke, as if waiting for Ridley to tell him.

Ridley didn’t seem that fazed by it, though. “The Trylle use trackers to guard the
King and Queen, right?”

Finn nodded. “Correct.”

“Wow, you guys don’t have a guard?” Juni asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Her caramel
eyes widened, and she put her hand to her chest, making her bracelets jingle. “That
is so weird and kinda scary.”

“How so?” Finn asked.

“The tracker program is hard, and I’m sure you understand that,” Juni went on. “That’s
why I left. It’s not for everyone. But the Högdragen is so much more than trackers
are. They’re the best of the best, trained to protect us from any number of dangers.
I can’t imagine feeling safe in Doldastam without them.”

“You have the biggest tribe, though you are spread out quite a bit more than we are,”
Ridley said, elaborating on his date’s position. “Förening is less than half the size
of Doldastam. But you have the most money. You must have jewels and gems up the ass.”

Finn scowled at Ridley’s crassness. “I don’t think I would use those exact words,
but our wealth is well known.”

“So why aren’t you guarding it?” Ridley asked.

“We are,” Finn persisted. “We just don’t have a fancy name or a special program for
it.”

“I don’t understand what your issue is with the Högdragen,” Tilda said, unwilling
to let his disdain for the guard go. She knew what the guard meant to both her boyfriend
and me, and Tilda was fiercely protective when she felt people she cared about were
being slighted. “Ember’s talked about you. I know how important your sense of duty
is to your people.”