“I do not believe so, mistress. I believe they have simply given up altogether. Should the opportunity for revenge and escape arise, it’s possible they may regain their momentum.”
“Let’s hope so,” I muttered. We’d gone from five to three allies. I still thought those were good odds, but I preferred “overwhelming” to “good.”
“Also,” added Volusian, with what I was certain was a note of displeasure, “I have a message from the Oak King.”
“What’d he say?”
“He says that in addition to finding the talismans’ location, you should also consider that they will have some sort of magical protection on them. Finding them and defeating their guards may not be enough if there is a shield or enchantment in place that you don’t know how to defeat.”
“Excellent point—not that I should expect less from Dorian. Do you think that’s likely?”
“Almost certainly.”
“No spell’s permanent, of course. Someone powerful enough could blast through it—or several someones. And that’s the thing. She probably had multiple people helping set up these defenses, just like with the blight. This thing’s going to be a bitch to crack.”
Volusian considered. “Yes, but there is probably a trick or simpler way of undoing any protective magic around the gifts. No one wants to be locked out of their own spell, and she must get through her defenses occasionally to move new objects in.”
My head was hurting from all the growing complications. “So, there’s something else we have to figure out. Unless we can just make it work with brute magical force.”
“That is still an option,” he agreed.
“Thanks. You can go.”
I sighed and stretched back out on the bed, trying to figure out how I was going to stage a master escape plan when my allies consisted of a bunch of restrained prisoners, a spirit confined to a hallway, and a bird that may or may not understand me. Glancing over, I saw that Volusian was still standing there and watching me.
“What?” I asked. “Is there something else?”
“The Oak King had another message for you.”
“Oh? What was it?”
“He said ...” I again got that vibe of distaste from Volusian. “He said to tell you he misses you and takes comfort in knowing your room is close to his—though it’s still not nearly close enough. He says he will lie in bed tonight and imagine the distance between you is gone and that you are there with him.”
“My God ,” I said, nearly bursting out laughing. “I thought it was bad for you before.”
Volusian made no response. I tried to adopt some seriousness but knew I was grinning.
“Tell him that’s very sweet but awfully presumptuous, in light of our history.”
Volusian disappeared and returned about a minute later. “The Oak King says that in light of the current situation, he imagines you might be more open to such suggestions. He said—and I quote—‘Daring escapes do wonders for passion. What would ordinarily be deemed presumptuous might actually seem quite reasonable in troubled times. Perhaps the blight wouldn’t have been so cold, had we come to that conclusion sooner.’”
I scoffed. “Well, tell him that remains to be seen, seeing as we haven’t pulled off any daring escape yet.”
Volusian hesitated. “Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.”
“Fair enough,” I said, feeling a smile start to return. “Go ahead and tell Dorian that too. This is the last note you pass tonight. I need some sleep, and it takes too much power to keep you here.”
Volusian didn’t thank me—that would be asking too much—but he did look relieved. He vanished into the darkness and didn’t come back that night.
I tried to sleep in earnest, knowing I’d need my strength for whatever wacky mishaps were to come. That’s easier said than done in enemy hands—especially for an insomniac like me—and I tossed and turned a fair amount. Sleep did finally come after a couple of hours, mercifully free of dreams. I didn’t wake until something pulled at my hair. At first, I shrugged it off in my sleepy state. Then, it happened again, a tug so painful I yelped and opened my eyes.
And found Spots the falcon staring at me, about two inches from my face.
“Jesus Christ!” I jumped up, certain my eyes were about to be pecked out. “Couldn’t you just squawk from the window? Or tap the wall with your beak?”
Spots made no reply, save to preen his wing.
“I assume you’re here for a reason,” I said. “But you probably can’t tell me.”
He looked back up at me and extended a leg. Peering closely, I saw a teeny-tiny roll of paper tied there. Carefully, unsure if he’d decide to gouge me with his claws, I removed the miniature scroll from his leg. The paper was very fine and delicate, and I was half afraid it would tear before I could unroll it. When I finally got a good look at it, I could see a handful of words scrawled in tiny writing:
ROOM IS UNDERGROUND. SCOUT IS INVESTIGATING.
Cryptic but promising overall, I decided. I was about to give the bird a return message when I suddenly heard the lock being opened on my door.
“Get out of here!” I told Spots. “Come back ... er, later.”
He was already up in the window before I could finish talking and wiggled his way out through the bars just as some guards entered. Their faces were grim. One jerked my hands forward while another bound them with chains.
“Her Majesty wants you. Now.”
For a moment, I thought the time I’d been dreading had come. Varia was going to give me some terrible ultimatum. Yet, something about her and her flair for the dramatic told me there would have been a lot of setup and fanfare. This had a hurried feel. An urgency, like something was wrong.
The feeling further intensified when I wasn’t marched to the throne room. Instead, I was taken to Varia’s own chambers, shoved roughly inside a posh sitting room done entirely in periwinkle velvet. Varia was there, lounging on a divan, looking as though she’d gotten out of bed in the last hour. She wore a robe that matched the room, as well as some furry slippers. Her brown hair was worn down but didn’t look like it had been brushed. She stayed in that reclined position, as though trying to present an unconcerned air, but the anger in her voice betrayed her when she saw me.
“Where are they?” she demanded. The dogs were at her feet and began yipping. She silenced them with some treats.
I glanced around, looking for some kind of assistance or context for her question. “Um, where are what?”
“The people you traveled here with.” She sat up and fixed me with a glare so icy that it was easy to see her as the blight’s creator. “Where are they, and how in the world did you break them out?”
Chapter 21
I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Sooo ... you lost them?”
Varia glared, not nearly as serene and commanding as she’d been yesterday. “This is not a game! Tell me how you accomplished it. You are still in possession of your powers. How did you escape and set them free?”
I put my hands on my hips. “I may still have my powers, but I’m also being kept in a locked room surrounded by guards and magic users! The kind of magic I’d need to escape would involve me blowing out the door, and I think someone would’ve probably noticed that. Besides, why the hell would I then go back to my cell? I would’ve walked out with my friends.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Varia. “No one can escape those dungeons. They must have had assistance.” The dogs started their racket again. More treats.
I shrugged and tried not to look too smug. “My friends are pretty resourceful. Maybe your security’s not as good as you think.”
Inside, I was jubilant. Jasmine and the others had gotten away! At a basic level, I was simply happy they were safe. In the greater scheme of things, it also meant my hands were no longer tied. I could summon a storm right now and have no fears of retribution. Of course, that would be pre-emptive since the rest of my plan wasn’t yet fully developed. The more I studied Varia, though, the more it became obvious I wasn’t the only one who’d reached this conclusion about my new freedom.