Orsala’s eyes narrowed on Ava’s mate as if she could sense the lie.
“—but for now, I do not believe he’s a threat.”
Rhys asked, “When do we tell the elders about them?”
Damien said, “When we know they’re protected.”
“You don’t think the elders would try to harm them?” Rhys said. “Why—”
“We don’t know how they’ll react,” the watcher said.
Max added, “And I told Kostas we would keep his secret. No place is more of a hotbed for gossip than this city. There are spies everywhere. I want to be cautious.”
Malachi nodded. “And let’s be honest. Not all the elder scribes want the singers to return. They like wielding total control over the council. If the kareshta are taken in by the Irina, that could make them more powerful. They’re first generation blood. If they were trained—”
“Ava is second generation,” Mala signed as Orsala translated. “And we’ve all seen how powerful she is.”
“She’s also mated to a scribe,” Sari said. “That focuses our power. The kareshta have no focus. The Grigori are their brothers; they have no mates.”
“But they could,” Leo said quietly. He looked around the room. “I’m not the only scribe who will think of this. I don’t want to be selfish, but there are so few Irina.” He paused and a red flush stained the giant’s cheeks. “Ava and Malachi are mated. We know it’s possible. To those of us without mates, the existence of these women offers us some hope that our reshon could be out there. That we will not always walk alone. Malachi is right. Many Irin may worry. But many will be motivated to help for that reason alone.”
Mala put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
Damien said, “That’s not selfish, Leo. When I look at Ava and Malachi, I see nothing one-sided about their relationship.” Damien gave her a small smile. “We all need a place to belong.”
“But we have to be cautious,” Renata said. “These women have been lost for generations. Many died as infants or were discarded by the fathers who should have protected them. I think we all have the desire to help them, but they could also be a threat.”
“I agree,” Orsala said. “We need more information. I’m going to look in the archives, but right now Sari should focus on organizing elections and reaching out to the Irina in the city.”
“The pro-compulsion sympathizers?” Sari scoffed.
“Yes.” Orsala’s tone brooked no argument. “Remember, some of those women you ridicule lost their children during the Rending. While you see compulsion, they see protection. Loss is a powerful motivator. Don’t dismiss it. Or them.”
Ava said, “I can help. I think. At least with the computer part. The organization.”
“Thank you, Ava.”
“And us?” Malachi asked his watcher.
“I want you to come with me to the Library this week,” Damien said. “I know you don’t have all your memories, but I need a new perspective. Rhys, I have a different project for you. Can you start looking through the police statistics here in the city?”
“Of course,” Rhys said. “What am I looking for?”
“I don’t buy that the Grigori have been absent from Vienna for generations,” Damien said. “Though it makes the elder scribes look very good if any trace of attacks are silenced. We need to know the truth. Can you look in the human records?”
“Easily.”
“Leo and me?” Max asked.
“I want you around the city. Keep your eyes out and tell me what you see. I want to know who has people here. Which elders have more than the average number of staff. Who’s traveling lately and where.”
“What do you suspect?” Leo asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” Damien said with a frown. “For now, we should simply be cautious.”
Sari said, “Mala and Renata, you can help with that, along with gathering information on the Irina who have showed up in the city. I want to know who is here and what their connections are. Are they mated? Do they have families? Where do their loyalties lie?”
“Of course,” Renata said. “Consider it done.”
THE second time Death visited her, Ava wasn’t as surprised. She sat up in bed when she heard him, rustling in the shadows of the room. The angel leaned forward, his black cloak falling from his head and his silver eyes piercing the darkness.
“You were talking about my grandmother before, weren’t you? When you said you couldn’t go to her.”
He nodded.
“Why not?”
No answer, but the silver grey of the angel’s eyes grew darker, like storm clouds gathering.
“It’s not up to you, is it?”
Come with me.
“More secrets?”
Humor lit his face. She glanced down at Malachi, then slid out of bed.
Death embraced her again and she allowed it, sinking into his arms as he covered her with his star-filled cloak. In a heartbeat, they were sitting in a brightly lit hall. Ava couldn’t decide if it was a church or a library. The walls were covered in tall bookcases, but the windows were filled with brilliantly colored stained glass. The whole room had a weight of holiness she couldn’t dismiss. Church or library?
Both.
Death kept her shrouded as the room coalesced around them. Once again, there were muffled voices that came from a distance, as if she were eavesdropping in a hallway. Shadows became visible and formed in the room. It was Volund again, Ava now had the taste of his power from her grandmother’s memories, and she struggled to control her immediate nausea.
“…tell your children to eliminate the threat.”
“I am not one to waste my sons on foolish gambles. Didn’t Oslo teach you anything?”
“It taught me that any with human blood are expendable.”
A long pause.
“Are you sure of that, brother?”
A hissing sound, then a grunt in reply.
“Do not make the mistake of thinking we are equals, Svarog.”
“You may be assured I do not.”
Ava could tell by the tone of his voice that whoever Svarog was, he didn’t think Volund was superior.
“The heretic has spies everywhere,” a third voice hissed. “Even among our own people. More and more are listening to him. We must send a message. Once the city falls into our hands, any thought of rebellion will be quashed.”
“And Vienna will be yours,” Volund said.
“Yes,” the one called Svarog replied. “That is our arrangement.”
Ava could tell the angel wasn’t one hundred percent certain of it, though.
“Grimold, are your children ready?”
“Yes. All of them.”
“All?” She thought it was Svarog who spoke.
“All. If there are singers with them, they will not be a problem.”
She tried to repeat the details to herself, knowing her memory of dreams could be sketchy. Volund and his allies seemed to be in some kind of strategy meeting, and Ava knew the information would be valuable to Malachi and Damien.
But the scene was too hazy. The figures never truly took shape. Ava only had a vague impression of them and their relative power. Two greater powers with a third attached to Volund. The voices faded in and out.
“Will I remember this?” she asked Death.
When you need to.
She sighed. “I love answers like that.”
“Eliminate them and make it clear who killed them,” Volund said. “It is past time that your allegiance became known. Unless you have something to hide, Svarog.”