“Yes, ma’am. I know.” He scowled at the now-closed door Carnades and Muralin had left though. “Let’s go get that dagger.”
Chapter 24
Housebreaking wasn’t just about breaking into a house. Any street thief could break a window and crawl in. The trick was to get in, get what you came for, and get out without breaking anything-all without getting caught.
And without setting off the house wards of one of the most powerful mages in the seven kingdoms.
Normally I loved a challenge, but this was one that I could do without. So I brought in a professional. While I felt perfectly capable of handling it myself, I was a firm believer in qualified backup.
Phaelan was waiting for us two blocks from Carnades’s town house. Naturally he was in the shadows, and of course he had two of his crew with him. They could keep watch outside, but they were not going in. I was going to burgle a house, and burgling was best done either alone, or with one or two other people at the most-professional people. Any more than that and it wasn’t burglary; it was crowd control.
When Talon’s dark mage bodyguards had caught sight of Rudra Muralin, Talon’s school day was officially over. He was going home, under full guard, and one of the mages assured me that the kid was going to stay put. From the look on his face, sitting on Talon had not been ruled out as an option. And I knew when they got back to Sirens, the first thing they’d tell Tam was not only was Rudra Muralin on the surface, he was having lunch at the faculty club. Yes, there were Khrynsani with him; and yes, it was broad daylight, but I had a feeling that these boys lived for challenges like that. I knew Tam did. Muralin had to leave that faculty club sometime, and when he did, he’d better watch his back-and his front and his sides. I hated I was going to miss it.
Carnades wanted me to find the Hellgate, but he’d have to get in line. I smiled. I had a house to rob first. His house. I knew Carnades had no intention of discussing my continued freedom; so I had no intention of hunting for a Hellgate. In my mind, Carnades had just joined Sarad Nukpana on my list of people to double-cross. There were others much more qualified to find and slam a Hellgate; besides, there was a demon queen at that Hellgate and she was pissed at yours truly. I wasn’t going demon hunting.
Though at the moment, demons and daggers weren’t my biggest problem. My biggest problem was standing right next to me with four behemoth Guardians. I’d decided that Piaras wasn’t going with me.
“Okay, last chance, Piaras,” I told him. “Leave this to me.”
The kid shot an uncomfortable glance back at his Guardians. “You said you needed a you-know-what to find this thing. Magus Silvanus collects daggers. That means he’s got a lot of them. You know what it looks like, but what if he has more than one dagger with cavorting demons on it?”
“Then I’ll take them all.”
“And what if it’s hidden, not in a display case in plain sight? How will you find it then? Do you want to risk that?”
“I don’t want to risk you.”
“You’re doing this because of me and Talon.” His eyes were dark and intent-and looking down at me. Damn, when had he gotten so tall? “I won’t stand by and let you put yourself in danger-again-for me. Raine, I’m not being stubborn about this, you need me and you know it. Yes, I’m in danger; we both are. And that danger’s not going to go away without risk. I won’t let you take my risks for me anymore.”
“You’ll be breaking the law. If we’re caught we-”
“Then we won’t get caught.” He sounded confident about that; I’d like to have shared his optimism.
“I know what will happen if the demons get that dagger,” Piaras continued. “If they reach the Saghred, they’ll let the demon king out, and people who might be even worse.” He paused. “I’m sure Sarad Nukpana will be second in line. There’s no question of what I have to do.”
I stood there, looking at him. Then I hugged him. Guardians and pirates be damned; I didn’t care who saw it. Piaras hugged me back; it looked like he didn’t care, either.
Then came the fun of negotiating terms with Piaras’s Guardians. When the dust settled, three of them had agreed to wait outside, wait close to the house, but definitely outside. If any nosy neighbors were looking out their windows, Guardians on duty outside the acting archmagus’s town house wouldn’t be suspicious in the least. If Piaras was going inside, he’d need protection from outside as well. And if we needed help, we’d yell. Phaelan and I were good at that.
One of Piaras’s Guardians was going in with us. Mychael had told Herrick to stick to his future little brother like glue, and stick he would. The huge Guardian wasn’t going to let a little thing like treason to an acting archmagus keep him from doing his guard duty. The chance of capture and being charged with treason didn’t faze Vegard, either. His response when I told him I wanted him to stay outside was, “No, ma’am, and no arguments.” Truth was I wanted him with me, and I think he knew that without me saying a word.
Phaelan sauntered over. “We’ve scoped it out.” He paused. “No one on guard.”
Warning bells went off in my head. “What?”
“Not one highborn elven goon in fancy livery. The place looks deserted.”
Come right on in, said the spider to the fly.
I swore. “Maybe Carnades took them all to the faculty club.” I said it but I didn’t believe it, not for one minute. They could be waiting inside. Or worse, Carnades had such kick-ass wards that he didn’t need any guards.
“Is the kid going with us?” Phaelan asked me.
“The kid is,” Piaras told him.
My cousin looked at me with no expression whatsoever.
“He is,” I said.
Phaelan solemnly put out his hand and Piaras took it. Right now, Phaelan wasn’t my cousin. He was Captain Benares, scourge of the seven kingdoms, and we were about to break a double armload of laws. “Welcome to the family, Piaras.”
Three of Piaras’s Guardians staying outside left only Justinius’s wards and Herrick to keep Sarad Nukpana out of Piaras’s mind. Nukpana had told me what he thought of the old man’s efforts. If those wards failed, Herrick was the only barrier keeping the goblin from taking over Piaras-the only barrier except for Piaras himself. I looked over at him. While Phaelan and Vegard took one last look at the back of the house to locate the best way in, Piaras hadn’t moved. He was completely silent and still, ready and waiting-the perfect future Guardian. Herrick loomed like a protective shadow behind him. If Sarad Nukpana was smart, he’d keep his manipulations to himself.
I didn’t think Nukpana would try anything; he needed for me to find the Scythe of Nen. The demons sure as hell weren’t going to let him out, at least not intentionally. Problem was, I was pretty sure Nukpana trusted the demons more than he did me. I had to hand it to the goblin; he was a good judge of character.
Phaelan and Vegard came back to where Piaras and I were waiting.
“There’s a door by the kitchen, probably for deliveries,” Vegard said. “The wards aren’t quite as sophisticated there, probably so the kitchen staff can let delivery people in and out.”
Vegard didn’t have to spell it out for me; I could read between the lines. If Carnades had wards on the kitchen door, and kitchen staff talented enough to use them, that didn’t bode well for what we’d run into in the rest of the house. It went without saying that Carnades valued his dagger collection and the rest of his worldly goods. I bet those wards packed a punch. Maybe we’d get lucky and he left the Scythe on his bedroom dresser from when he wore it yesterday. You’d think that Luck had to start speaking to me again sometime. The pessimist inside my head told me not to hold my breath on that one.