Not only was Ikaika smaller than Bane, his signature was far weaker. A thready, stuttering pulse that merely teased Griffin’s senses. Odd.
“Get in,” Bane gestured to the SUV. “I’ll drive.”
As Griffin hoisted himself into the passenger seat, Bane gave him a hand signal telling him to wait, and the two Chimeran men went into the convenience store. The Hawaiian sun shot down between billowing puffs of silver clouds threatening rain, hitting the grimy windows of the store, but Griffin could still make out the Chimerans’ silhouettes. Bane was talking, Ikaika’s face lifted in rapt attention. Finally Ikaika nodded, hands going to his hips.
Then Bane touched him. Even through the darkened window, even only in silhouette, the embrace was a powerful thing. No, embrace wasn’t a good word for it. Griffin stared, fascinated and curious. Bane’s hand went around Ikaika’s neck, and he pulled the warrior to him. As their foreheads and noses touched, Ikaika also slid his hand around Bane’s neck and they each took a deep, simultaneous breath.
The separation was a slow process, but by the time Bane marched out of the store, his shoulders had resumed their tense position and the familiar scowl was back in place. Griffin had to look away, out through the windshield, because at that moment Bane reminded him far too much of Keko.
Bane threw the SUV into drive and it took off with a jolt past the three vine-covered buildings. He pitched it over a steep edge and followed some kind of pseudo-road that Griffin never would have been able to find. Finally the land flattened out a bit, the foliage parting over the windshield, and Bane stopped the car with a violent jerk. Griffin unclenched his fingers from where they’d been wrapped around the door handle.
Bane’s hands made fists on his thighs. “I want you to help Keko.”
“I am,” Griffin said. “I will.”
“No.” Bane swung his head toward the passenger seat. “I mean, I want you to help her find the Source.”
Griffin reached for the door handle again, feeling as though they’d taken another sudden dive down that steep road. “I . . . don’t understand. I’m supposed to bring her back before she gets to that point.”
Bane shook his head. “That’s what Chief wants. Self-preservation and all that. Imagine what would happen to his position if Keko succeeded and she waltzed back into the valley with the Queen’s treasure.”
“But what Aya said—”
“No. There’s got to be a way for Keko to get to the Source.”
The desperation in Bane’s eyes, the tension in his body, was alien and worrisome, huge and alarming.
“How you acted toward me at the Senatus,” Griffin said, “getting all pissed off that I’d driven her away—”
Bane snarled. “I had to, in front of the ali’i. In front of all the others.”
Griffin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, you need to tell me what the hell is going on.”
Bane rolled his eyes toward the driver’s side window. “No, I don’t. I need you to help my sister get to the Source and bring back the magic. If I could go after her myself, I would. But I can’t.”
None of this made any sense. Did Bane want him to take part in some sort of coup? Griffin refused to be used like that. He turned in the seat toward Bane, stabbing a finger at his own knee for emphasis. “Look. I’m here to stop Keko from killing herself. I’m here to prevent potential massive devastation to the earth.”
With a growl, Bane threw open his door and jumped out. He slammed it shut with such force it sent the car rocking. Griffin had no choice but to follow, stomping after the general as he descended a twisting, jagged path down into the valley. They came around a bend and the whole Chimeran stronghold—the place hidden from all other Secondaries for over a thousand years—opened up before him.
The sight matched Cat’s description perfectly: the sagging, white-boarded homes with the tin roofs stacked up the mountainsides; an enormous, rippling tarp covering a collection of picnic tables; the ocean sparkling in the distance; and the great meadow the center of it all. The one thing Cat hadn’t mentioned was the long, one-story building at the very base of the mountain, just opposite the field.
Griffin stared at it, hearing Keko’s disgusted voice on that fateful night three years ago, describing what would happen to Makaha. “That the Common House?”
Bane stopped walking. “Yeah.”
Is Makaha there now? Griffin wanted to ask. Can I see him? Can I talk to him? Knowing full well he could not. Griffin’s presence in Hawaii was secret, known only by Bane and the chief—and now, strangely, Ikaika. Hopefully someday he would be able to meet Makaha’s eyes and personally express his regret, to talk with him man to man and not enemy to enemy, but today was not that day.
“Chief’s waiting,” Bane barked, and took off again.
They circumvented the field and entered the back door of the only house perched on the edge of the wide area of grass. Inside it was damp and sparsely decorated, all the furniture basic, uncoordinated, and warped. The chief, wearing a troubled look, sat at the dining room table. He kicked out a chair for Griffin.
“I need to get going. She’s already got a two-day head start on me.” Griffin hoisted his pack farther onto his back and did not take the offered seat. “Tell me everything I need to know. And fast.”
He sensed Bane’s presence at his back, the general’s overwhelming magic signature filling the room. All that Bane had just said in the car—and had not—pressed against Griffin’s awareness, creating questions he couldn’t ask.
The chief folded his hands on the table, the tips growing white from the pressure. He looked at them as he spoke, his voice hoarse, as though his fire had dried it out. “She will have headed northwest, along the coast. On foot. Her note said she was following the Queen’s path.”
Griffin scratched at his cheek and chin, nodding. “And she’ll want to do it exactly like the Queen did. No vehicles. Nothing the Queen didn’t have. That’s good. Tell me about this path.”
The chief fingered the stone at the base of his throat. “Legend says that the Queen had failed to find the Source after searching this island her whole life. Finally, in her old age, she gave this rock to a man she designated ali’i, told her people that she belonged to the Source now, and if she was truly meant to find it, it would guide her to it. Then she took her longtime partner and left this valley.
“Thirty-two days later, her partner stumbled back. He was old and weak, and he told the story of how his Queen carved her final prayer to the Source onto a stone in a small, dangerous valley along the coast. She carved it all throughout the day, the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when he awoke, she was gone. He guessed that sometime in the night the Source had answered her prayer and had guided her to its location. He searched but he never found her, and he assumed she was successful.”
“And no other Chimerans ever went after this stone prayer,” Griffin said, “if it supposedly revealed the Source’s location? Wouldn’t that be the prize of all prizes?”
The chief frowned. “Until Aya told us that thing about her people killing the last woman who went after the Source, we’ve believed that the fire took the Queen for its own. Before he died, her lover declared that no one should ever go after the Source, because to do so would be to claim yourself greater than the Queen. She is our goddess, so no one ever has. Until now.”
Greater than the Queen. Keko, what do you think you’re doing? What did you bring upon yourself? And why do your uncle and brother want such different outcomes?