Rhys looked at Malachi, then at Leo. Both of them nodded. “You have trusted us. Taken us into your home, even as you shelter your own Irina here. We give you our trust, in kind.”
Malachi rose, pulling up his sleeves to reveal his arms. He’d added to his talesm in Vienna, but they still only reached to the bicep on his left arm. A shadow of his old talesm could be seen on his right arm if he looked closely, but they were barely visible. Lang and Jeremiah halted, their aggression fading at the unexpected sight.
“I… I don’t understand,” Lang said. “How old are you?”
“That,” Rhys said, “is a somewhat complicated question.”
Malachi spoke, keeping his voice low. “I am over four hundred years old. This body, however, is… somewhat newer.”
Silence. Neither Lang nor Jeremiah were able to say a word.
Leo said, “We don’t know how it happened. He was killed. Max and Damien saw it with their own eyes. Ava did, as well. We saw her grief, and it was horrible. He was dead. But then… he came back. We don’t know how.”
“I heard her voice,” Malachi said to the stunned scribes. “It said, ‘Come back to me.’ And for some time, that was all I knew. My memories are coming back, but slowly. I dream walk with Ava, but—”
“She doesn’t know,” Lang said, his voice rough. “She would think they are only dreams, like we all experience after we lose a mate.”
“I didn’t even realize what was happening until we spoke to Gabriel.”
“Because I’m an idiot,” Leo said. “Sorry.”
“So, she is with Damien and Sari,” Jeremiah said. “If this Ava is the one who the girl speaks of, she stayed with Damien and Sari. As a sister. Brooke said she had no other people. She was alone.”
“She grieves for you,” Lang said, his voice still hoarse. “And you are alive. Heaven above, we have to help you find her.”
“Max called us,” Leo said. “He said to come here. He must know where she is.”
Jeremiah shook his head. “The location of Sarihöfn is guarded by very powerful magic. I do not know how he could have discovered it.”
“But you said it had been compromised,” Malachi said, pulling down his sleeves. It was still freezing cold in the room. “Perhaps he knows where they’ve gone now.”
Lang nodded. “It’s possible. Max knows all sorts of interesting types. He’s not the most conventional in his company.” He glanced at Leo. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Leo said. “My cousin claims to have gambled with the Fallen themselves. I’m hardly shocked by anything at this point.”
“Still,” Jeremiah said, “if he’s in the city, he’s keeping a low profile.”
“Is he keeping a low profile, or has he just not left his flat?” Jeremiah asked. “With Sarihöfn compromised, you know Renata is probably here.”
“Renata?” Leo asked. “Who is Renata?”
Lang smirked. “That, I’ll leave for your cousin to answer. Come.” He waved them toward the door. “Now that you’re here, we’ll feed you, then I’ll map out a section of the city for you to patrol tonight. You may have a mate to find, but until you do, you’re working for me. Oslo is a city under siege at the moment. We need as many hands as possible.” He looked over his shoulder at Malachi. “Even if they’re attached to bare arms.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ava stared out the window into the snow that fell over Bergen. She tried to ignore the tension in the small flat, tried to focus on the book of the Old Language that Orsala had given her before she went to the market, but she couldn’t.
Damien and Sari were fighting again.
“It’s not a good plan. We would be too exposed in Oslo, and Vienna is out of the question.”
“I’m not going to hide like a little girl, Damien. You’re the one who said change had to come. I’m only agreeing with you!”
Damien clenched his teeth. “Yes, change needs to come, but right now—”
“I don’t need to be protected.”
“But Ava does.”
“Whoa!” Ava held up her hands and spoke up. “Do not pull me into this argument. This is between you two.”
“Exactly,” Sari agreed. “And I think we head to Oslo first, before we make our way to Vienna.”
“What exactly do you think you’re accomplishing, exposing yourself this way?” Damien shouted.
“Who is debating now?” Sari said. “Old men? Those who know nothing of the reality around us? I have been hiding for two hundred years and I know more about what’s going on in the world then some of them do.”
“The council will not understand. They’ll try to take you away from me. Try to punish me for abandoning my house. If we’re exposed now, milá—” His voice broke. “I could not bear it, Sari. Not now. Not when we’ve finally…”
Sari went into his arms, and Ava turned her head away. She could still hear them.
“They have nothing to condemn you. Your house burned. You reported it. You took shelter at a scribe house. You went to your mate, but you did not abandon your duties. Evren will confirm this, and you know how he is respected.”
“He’s a scholar, not a politician.”
“Gabriel will vouch for you, as well.”
“He hates me, Sari.” Guilt layered his voice. “As he should.”
Sari’s voice was muffled, as if she was speaking against Damien’s skin. Ava glanced over her shoulder. They were embracing, despite their angry words.
“You told me yourself, Tala insisted on going into that fight. I know my sister. Gabriel knew her, too. He knows this. He may be angry with you, as I was, but he knows his mate would not be held back from battle, whether she was carrying a child or not.”
“He lost so much more than we did, Sari. I have never blamed him for his hatred.”
“Even if he does hate you, he is pragmatic. My presence in Vienna will only bolster the voices on the council who call for the Irina to return.”
They drifted into a quieter argument, and Ava turned back to the book, still trying to concentrate. It was only three in the afternoon, but the sun was already fading. Soon it would be dark. She longed for sleep. Her dreams had been even more vivid in the last nights. Her memories of Malachi gave him life, even if it was only in her own mind. She knew it wasn’t healthy. Knew she was only holding on to an illusion. But for those few precious hours, she wasn’t alone. She’d take them. She’d take anything that let her feel his presence.
She hadn’t seen Jaron again, but the dream of him was far more vivid than any other she’d had. She’d awoken from it feeling perfectly alert. She remembered every word.
“He finds you because he can. Just as I can.”
Who was Jaron talking about? Volund? There was no way of knowing who the Grigori who had found Sarihöfn belonged to because they’d been killed immediately. But Volund was the most powerful Fallen angel in the region, so it seemed logical. But why could Jaron and Volund both find her so easily? According to Orsala, the Fallen had never seen past the spells Sari had worked on the land to shield Sarihöfn. What had caused them to fail?
“I do not know his purpose. Only that he would thwart mine.”
“And what is your purpose?”
“That is not for you to know yet. I gave you my vision once. I will give you others when you need them.”
Why would Jaron give her visions? Despite who he was and how he had lied to her, Ava couldn’t help but sense the Fallen angel did not mean her harm. If he had, he’d had too many opportunities to hurt her and nothing had happened. What did his visions mean? And why could she show them to the other Irina through her song?
“Ava?”
She heard Sari’s voice but didn’t turn from staring out the window. “What’s up?”
“We’ve decided to stay here for a few more nights. I know it’s crowded in Renata’s flat, but—”