Instinctively, I shuddered.
“He doesn’t need to threaten the ladies or your Ixian friend to get you to cooperate.”
“I know.”
“Then why endure the torture?” Ulrick’s curiosity seemed genuine.
My reasons faded when exposed to logic. I had been producing the glass messengers for Gressa for the last half season. Why would this be different? Because then I thought I had control and now I wouldn’t? But I really wasn’t in charge. This whole mess with Ulrick and Gressa went deeper than I imagined. I had deluded myself into thinking I could beat them at their own game.
“How about a deal?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows, inviting me to continue.
“I’ll make the messengers for you, if you don’t kill Tama, Faith or Janco.”
“Janco’s too dangerous to keep alive,” Ulrick said. “Unless…”
“I’ll bite. Unless what?” I braced for the ultimatum.
“We’ve reached a dead end with blood magic. Devlen claims he doesn’t know any more. We need guidance from one of the Warpers you imprisoned.”
I laughed. “Couldn’t you come up with something original? Devlen tried it before and it didn’t work. This greed for magical power will only get you killed. Look at Roze Featherstone. She was a Master Magician, the strongest of the strong. Even adding to her power, she still failed. There are too many others to stop you.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a gigantic mistake. Colossal. If I had felt guilty before, it was a mere scratch compared to what I had set into motion. At least when I screwed up, I triggered major disasters. No sense doing things halfway.
With numb horror, I watched as Ulrick’s expression went from concern to contemplative as he chased the logic.
“You’re right. The Master Magicians and Yelena would eventually get in our way.” Ulrick smiled. “Unless…”
I kept quiet. No sense helping him.
“Unless, we neutralize them. Which would be impossible if we didn’t have you.”
24
A POWER-HUNGRY SMILE SPREAD ON ULRICK’S FACE. “YOU CAN—”
“No. No way,” I said.
“If you don’t, we’ll kill Faith, Tama and Janco.”
“Still no.”
“Heartless,” Ulrick said. “I guess we’d have to find someone you really care for. That Stormdancer, perhaps?”
As much as I desired to agree in order to spare Kade, I couldn’t. “Not even him.”
“You’re serious. Wow.” He studied my face. “But they won’t be harmed—not physically anyway.”
“Doesn’t matter. The answer is no.”
“I know I can’t force you to use magic with my magic. That trick only works for the Soulfinder.” He clapped his hands together as if making a decision. “Devlen’s been the most effective so far. After all, his methods convinced you to prick Yelena with Curare. You had to know Alea planned to kill her. This time, no one’s life is at stake.”
Still didn’t matter. The new Opal wouldn’t cave in. This time all of Sitia and Ixia were in danger.
“I’ll message Fulgor right away. But first…” He stood and gestured for me to precede him to the door.
Ulrick guided me to my room in the basement. But this time he cuffed me in the chains hanging on the back wall. He locked my arms above my head, but at least I could stand, taking my weight off my wrists. He left, sealing me in darkness.
Alone with my thoughts wasn’t fun. Not at all. The list of stupid things I had done circled through my mind. Janco. Delivered myself into Akako’s group’s hands and failed to have a backup plan. Kade’s advice to always think the best replayed. I should have waited and listened to Yelena’s advice. Then again…she should have trusted me and let me know what was going on. Unless she didn’t know. And what about Zitora? Did she really believe Akako’s story about Ulrick’s undercover mission?
I leaned against the wall. Considering how much of the last year I had spent in the dark, I should be comfortable. Perhaps Yelena never trusted me. Probably not since the day I had pricked her with Curare. I’d been naive to believe she forgave me for deceiving her. And my tendency to give in to Devlen’s pressure torture increased my untrustworthiness. I led him to the northern ice sheet to find his mentor. Yelena had to know Valek hid one of my glass prisons in a snow cat’s lair. If my escape plan hadn’t worked, I would have taken Devlen to the prison. I was weak—even I wouldn’t trust myself.
Perhaps I should just join the team. Help Ulrick and save myself days of pain. No. Ulrick was right. I cared.
My abilities and knowledge were dangerous to Sitia. Looking back, I was surprised the Council hadn’t locked me up when I wasn’t crafting the messengers. This exact situation could have been avoided.
I needed to take myself out of the equation. When Devlen arrived, I would endure as long as possible, and give in. The first opportunity I had, I would find a piece of glass and slit my throat.
My despondency lifted. It was the answer to everyone’s problem. A lump formed in my throat when I thought of Kade; being with him was the only reason to live. But it was a selfish reason. Very selfish.
I laughed suddenly. This situation wasn’t unique at all. I had thought of the same solution half a year ago on the northern ice sheet when I told Kade to use the blizzard’s energy to rip the station to shreds, killing everyone in it, including me. He should have heeded my advice.
Really. What did I do in the past three seasons? Craft messengers. Sitia could survive without my messengers, but not without Yelena and the Master Magicians.
A couple days, weeks or seasons passed—hard to tell when trapped in the dark. The opening door remained the only break in the constant blackness. Usually it was Len or Boar, bringing food, water and a few moments of exercise. Each time, I squinted into the bright lantern light unable to see who held the lantern at first.
When Devlen arrived, I smiled, knowing he brought a change of pace.
“Not the reception I expected,” he said as he closed the door and set the lantern on the floor.
“Your presence is another step toward the end point.”
“The end point as in you will agree to all of Ulrick’s demands?”
“Yep.”
“Then why not skip this?” He flourished the clamps in his hand.
“Pride.”
He shook his head. “I warned you about Gressa.”
“Yes, you did. Why?”
“You said you would not believe me.”
“Then. Now you don’t have a reason to lie,” I said.
“What if you escape?”
“Has Janco escaped?” According to Len, Janco tried three times without success. The only reason they kept him alive was for the information in his head.
“Point,” he said. “I warned you because I knew it would come down to this. Me, you and the clamps, torturing you to obey us. Tama and Gressa have been plotting to lure you to Fulgor. Gressa paid for the mock-assassination attempt. All part of the plan.”
“The attempt seemed rather extreme.”
“It worked. Tama convinced all the Councilors you were in danger. They ordered you home and assigned a guard to watch you at all times.”
“I didn’t see—”
“You were not supposed to.”
Information swirled around my head until I felt dizzy. He might have no reason to lie, but it didn’t mean he told the truth, either.
Sensing my disbelief, Devlen rolled up his sleeves and showed me his bare arms. “No tattoos. See? Tricky offered me a vial of your blood to regain my magic and protect myself from you. I turned him down.”
“There are other places to put tattoos.”
He stripped off his shirt and yanked his pants down, leaving his undershorts on. He spun around. “Should I take everything off?”
“No. I believe you.” No ink stained his skin. I glanced away as memories of lying with him bubbled to the surface of my mind. He kept in shape. Not an ounce of fat clung to his well-defined muscles.