Belladonna

Chapter Twenty-five

When It reached Kendall, It slipped into the seaport quickly and moved away from the docks and the delicious stew of hopes and fears—and the hearts that held a guttering Light that could be snuffed out so easily. The docks, and the streets surrounding them, belonged to the male Enemy who had been strong enough to escape being pulled into Its dark landscapes. It did not want to alert that male to Its presence, especially since It still chewed on the kernel of worry that the Enemy had found the True Enemy and had united with her against It.

So It headed away from the docks, flowed beneath the streets that belonged to the merchants and bakers and carpenters who were too stolid to be interesting prey until the mallet of fear had softened them and…

It turned back, intrigued by the fear pulsing from a round little man hurrying down the street, glancing over his shoulder, jumping at every noise.

It followed, lapping up the man’s fear, slipping into his mind to learn the shape of the phantoms that rubbed away the satisfaction of owning a thriving business.

He hurried down the street, knowing it was smarter—safer—to walk as if he were simply heading home at the end of the workday. He didn’t dress in a way that shouted “prosperity”—except when his wife made him—so he looked like an employee rather than the owner of a successful business.

But business had been good, very good. Which was why he was so late closing up the shop, why he hadn’t been heading home with all other merchants who had shops on Ware Street, why his footsteps were the only…

Another footfall. A scrape of boots on cobblestone. Something sly about the sound.

He didn’t dare look around, didn’t want to alert whoever was behind him that he was aware of the danger. Thieves lurked in the alleyways, waiting to strip honest men of their wages. Nervous about leaving all the day’s till in the shop’s safe, especially since someone had tried to break into Wagerson’s shop the week before, he was carrying a thieves’ bounty home with him to tuck into the house safe.

Now someone followed him, intent on robbing him. Maybe would even hit him over the head and leave him bleeding in the gutter, alone and helpless until the constables made their rounds and noticed him.

His wife scoffed when he mentioned such things, telling him fear was the only thief that visited, robbing him of his peace of mind. Then she would suggest he take a cab home if he worried about walking the streets after dark, especially on the nights when he carried a packet to put in the home safe. As if he would squander good coin for a horse and driver, except in foul weather, when only a few blocks separated shop and home.

But…Those footfalls. Those sly steps following him. Were they getting closer? Should he run? Only two more blocks and he would be home, safe behind his doors and locks.

Where were the constables? Shouldn’t they be walking their beat? Why was he paying all those taxes for their wages if they weren’t around to stop an honest man from being beaten and robbed?

And it did happen, despite what his wife said. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know anyone personally who had been robbed. He didn’t want to be the first of his acquaintance to have the experience.

But he might be the first. Maybe even tonight.

His heart pounded. His breath came in pants as he rounded the corner and saw the welcoming lights of his home—and the lights in the houses of his neighbors, who would all come to the rescue of one of their fellows because, like him, they were all good, hardworking, honest people.

Those footsteps were getting closer, hurrying now as if the thief sensed how close his prey was to safety.

Emboldened by his surroundings and knowing his shouts would bring a quick response, he spun around to confront his pursuer.

And saw nothing but shadows.

A darker shadow among the shadows, It watched the little man scurry into his house, almost glowing with the Light of happiness.

Time and the repeated feeding of the same fear were required to create something like the bonelovers or the death rollers, and while It could create access points for humans to stumble into, even lethal creatures were at a disadvantage in a city.

But this delightful fear of a phantom predator. This didn’t require one of Its creatures, didn’t require an access point that would be noticed and, possibly, reported to whatever Landscaper provided the bedrock for this part of the city. This predator could be nurtured in dozens of hearts through the twilight of waking dreams—something that, when manifested, was nothing more than sounds and a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, not quite seen. A phantom that did nothing more than nurture fear. Except when It did the hunting. Then there would be blood and pain and terror. But perhaps not death. Not always death. Because the ones who survived would be crippled by fear, would smear the streets with those feelings and help smother the Light.

A phantom predator.

Could changing this part of Kendall into a dark hunting ground really be that easy?

Yesssss.

Doreen looked out the window of her room at the boardinghouse. It was a respectable location for a single lady, the cabbie had assured her. And it was respectable. Gentility on a strict budget. The room was clean, as were the sheets, but the quality of the furniture and linens was little better than what she’d had at home. And she wanted more. So much more. Deserved more.

She’d always thought the Magician would be her meal ticket out of Foggy Downs. She’d even been willing to give him sex in exchange for taking her with him on the road. Not that the bastard had appreciated the offer.

She wouldn’t have stayed with Michael. Stay with a man who didn’t have two coins to rub together half the time? Oh, no. She wasn’t interested in someone who couldn’t buy her pretty things.

In the end, though, the Magician had been her meal ticket. If she’d known accusing him of being what he was would get Shaney mad enough to empty the till to pay for her coach passage out of Foggy Downs, she would have made the accusation long ago.

It had embarrassed Shaney’s wife beyond shaming that everyone in the village, even the most pinchpenny among them, had tossed a coin or two into a hat to help with expenses. Some of the shops had donated toiletries or other bits and pieces for “luck on the journey.”

She wasn’t fooled for a tinker’s minute. They’d rather be rid of her, who lived and worked among them, than chance having the Magician avoid the village on his wanderings.

So be it. It had gotten her here, hadn’t it? A boardinghouse around the docks would have let her squeeze out her coins a bit longer, but she wouldn’t find the kind of man she was looking for around the docks. She wasn’t interested in humping behind the shed anymore. That had never gotten her more than winks added to a generous tip, which she’d more than earned with most of those dolts. No, she would find a gentleman who would appreciate her beauty and set her up in style with a little house of her own and fine clothes.

Before she had to pinch her pennies, she would find a man who would give her what she deserved.

Michael raised his mug and took a healthy swallow of ale. Crossing over from Sanctuary to the Den of Iniquity was a jolt for mind and heart—more so, he figured, than a person would experience coming from an ordinary place like Aurora or Kendall or even Foggy Downs. The Den and Sanctuary both made him want to take out his whistle and play along with the music he could hear in the land, but the tunes were so different.

As were the men who lived in those places. He glanced at the table where Yoshani was talking to Nadia and her husband Jeb, then looked at the man sitting at the table with him.

“So when do we have this strategy session?” Michael asked.

“When Glorianna gets done primping and decides to join us,” Sebastian replied, giving him an edgy look out of those sharp green eyes.

Time to change the subject, since he really didn’t want Sebastian thinking too long or too hard about why Glorianna might be primping. If primping was, indeed, the reason she’d asked Sebastian for the key to his room in the bordello.

Primping was good, wasn’t it? It meant a woman wanted to attract a man. Or arouse a man. Or…Maybe he should borrow the room key and do a little primping himself if…

He looked into Sebastian’s eyes and knew it was really time to think about something besides primping and Glorianna and what could be done behind locked doors in a bordello.

So he focused on Teaser, who seemed to be having some kind of “discussion” with Lynnea.

“What’s he doing?” Michael asked, raising his chin to indicate the pair, who looked like they were going to start throwing more than words at any moment.

Sebastian glanced at his wife and friend. “He’s learning how to be more human.”

Michael cocked his head but he was only catching the tone and not the actual words. “Sounds like a cranky older brother to me.”

Sebastian gave him a bland look. “He’s learning how to be human.” He waited until Michael was swallowing a mouthful of ale before adding, “He’s using you as a role model.”

“Ripe bastard,” Michael said when he stopped choking.

Sebastian bared his teeth in an insincere smile. Then his expression froze. His eyes heated. He pushed back his chair—and Lee dropped into the other chair at the table and said, “Mother says if you do the stupid thing you’re thinking of doing, you will have to apologize three times to every woman in our family—and the apologies will include flowers, candy, and groveling—before there is even a chance of you being forgiven.”

“But…” A noise rumbled up from Sebastian’s chest that didn’t sound remotely human. “Did she explain—”

“She’s my mother and your auntie,” Lee said. “She doesn’t need to explain anything.”

Since Sebastian looked ready to choke, Michael focused on the street to figure out what had caused that reaction. All he saw was Glorianna.

All he saw was Glorianna.

A dark skirt and a dark jacket with embroidery at the neckline and cuffs. A light shirt. Her hair up in a simple knot. Lovely to look at on the surface. But under the lady-attending-a-luncheon clothes, she moved as Woman. Potent. Primal. Sexual.

“Lady’s mercy,” he whispered. Then he looked beyond her, though it pained him to take his eyes off her as she crossed the street and moved toward him—and saw what had set Sebastian on edge.

Saw the difference between human men and incubi.

The human men, coming to the Den for something more tasty than the women they knew, glanced at Glorianna and looked away, seeing someone too much like them to be of interest. The incubi stopped in their tracks, entranced by the prey. This was the kind of woman whose emotions and desires would be a feast for them, whether they were dream lovers or physical lovers.

Then she got to the edge of the courtyard and looked back at them, and they realized who—and what—she was. All of them scurried away, nervous now about showing interest in Belladonna, who might not find their interest appealing.

“What’s wrong with them?” Glorianna asked, turning back to the table. The tiny frown line between her eyes deepened as she studied Sebastian. “What’s wrong with you?”

“He swallowed something that didn’t agree with him,” Michael said, keeping his face bland but letting his voice ring with amusement. Which was a fine bit of work since just looking at her stirred up a messy stew of wants and needs that were neither bland nor amusing.

“Watch your step, Magician,” Sebastian growled. “We paid the Merry Makers two goats for you, which is something we can rectify by giving you back to be the second course.”

“Sebastian.” Glorianna sounded shocked.

Lee popped out of his chair, slipped an arm around her waist, and herded her away from the table. “Philo set up some food inside. Thought we’d prefer to keep this discussion private. Let’s round up the others.”

Michael pushed his chair back, intending to follow Glorianna and Lee.

“Sit,” Sebastian said quietly, watching the others head for the indoor dining room.

“But…,” Michael said.

“Sit.”

Teaser, being the last one to reach the door, glanced back at them. Before Michael could decide if he was or wasn’t going to ignore the command, he was helped to his feet by Sebastian grabbing a fistful of his shirt and hauling him up.

“Not here,” Sebastian said, the threat in no way softened by the fact that it was said quietly. Especially when Michael was getting an odd, buzzy tingling in his skin where Sebastian’s fist rested against his chest. “Not on my ground. Sooner or later, she’ll invite you to her bed, and nothing I say will change that. But there’s something about you, Magician. Threat and promise. I don’t know why that’s so, but it is.”

“Are you saying we’re enemies?” Michael asked, wondering how well ill-wishing would work on an incubus.

“Not yet,” Sebastian said, releasing Michael’s shirt. “Maybe we’ll even end up friends.”

The first thought—“not likely”—got swallowed as he listened to the music that made up Sebastian.

It’s possible, Michael thought, surprised by how appealing the idea was.

A friendship between them was possible—at least until Sebastian discovered that he really was a threat.

As soon as they got into the dining room, Glorianna pulled Lee away from the others. “What’s wrong with him?” She wanted to shout, so the effort to keep her voice low enough for the conversation to remain private strained her throat muscles.

“Don’t know Michael well enough to say,” Lee replied.

“Not Michael. Sebastian.” Could her brother really be that obtuse? “He just threatened to give a human to the Merry Makers to eat.”

Lee shrugged. “I’m sure he was just teasing.”

No, he wasn’t—and neither are you. Lee had gotten along with Michael during the journey to the White Isle, and had even developed a fledgling friendship. But liking a man and trusting him weren’t the same thing, and there was only one reason she could think of—that Lee would know about—that would give her brother an excuse to look away if trouble started.

Since she couldn’t hit him without her mother getting involved, she slapped with words. “I’m sorry if this is a shock to you, but I’ve had sex before. Michael wouldn’t be my first lover.”

He slapped back. “He’s the first one you brought home.”

“We’re not home.”

“Think again, Glorianna. The man was sitting at a table with your cousin. Your mother and brother were nearby. This place belongs to family. If that’s not bringing him home, then what is?”

She didn’t have an answer to that. Wasn’t sure he was entitled to an answer. Wasn’t even sure…

No, she was sure about that. Michael was an attractive man, and judging by his kisses, would be a pleasing sex partner. Then there was that blend of the wistful, stray puppy look he sometimes got in his eyes combined with a practicality born of being self-sufficient that intrigued her. He wanted love, wanted to love.

And he had the answer, already knew what might be done to stop the Eater of the World. But he wasn’t going to tell her. Watching Michael walk into the dining room with Sebastian, she felt it in the currents of power as clearly as if he’d said the words. More to the point, he didn’t want to tell her. Not here, where her family was a constant reminder of the hearts that might be hurt by what he offered. It would have to be on his ground.

She wanted to see him on his own ground. Here he had been a stranger stumbling over the unfamiliar. Who was Michael the Magician in the landscapes he tended? She wanted to know who he was, wanted to know if she could walk in his landscapes. yes yes yes.

She watched him stop and cock his head. A hint of a smile curved his mouth, as if he were listening to an excited child telling him something wonderful.

The wild child. Wasn’t that what he called Ephemera? yes yes yes.

Ephemera’s currents of power washed through her, resonated with her.

Michael’s eyes widened as they met hers.

Not resonating just with her. He was there in the currents, with her—and she heard the feel of his heart as music.

The romance of him tugged at her, swirled around her.

“Have you heard anything I’ve said?” Lee asked, sounding exasperated.

“What? No, I wasn’t listening.” Ignoring his sputtered grumble, she walked over to the table where the others were filling plates and choosing seats. She pulled out a chair opposite Sebastian and Michael—and noted that Lee chose a seat that didn’t put him beside Michael or her.

She filled a plate to avoid comments about her not eating, then waited until everyone had settled in their places. She looked at each of them in turn—Nadia and Jeb, Lynnea and Sebastian, Yoshani, Teaser, Lee, Michael. She didn’t think anyone but the Magician was going to like what she was about to say, but she hoped some of them would support the decision.

“We need to find a way to reach Michael’s landscapes,” she said.

“He has a way,” Lee said. “Bridge between Aurora and Darling’s Harbor will get him back to Elandar. A ship will get him to his own landscapes.”

“I’d like something that didn’t take as much time since I’ll be going with him.”

Lee jumped up. “Has the thought of getting sex made you completely crazy?”

“Lee.” Nadia’s voice cracked through the room like a whiplash.

“I, too, must protest,” Yoshani said. “That comment was uncalled for—and unjust.”

Teaser looked around the table. “Why can’t they have sex here?”

Sebastian growled.

“Oh,” Teaser said. “Yeah, being crisped by wizards’ lightning would spoil the fun.”

Protests and grumbles rolled around the table in a wave. Glorianna didn’t hear any of them. She kept her eyes on Lee’s.

The Warrior of Light must drink from the Dark Cup.

He’d been with her when Caitlin said those words. He’d felt the response of Ephemera’s currents to those words.

He knows, Glorianna thought. Sex is just the excuse he’s using to try and push Michael away from all of us.

“Life’s journey, Bridge,” she said.

“I know.” He sat down and pressed his palms against his forehead. “I know.”

She felt the weight of Nadia’s stare and turned her head to meet her mother’s dark eyes.

“I think you have some explaining to do, daughter,” Nadia said quietly.

Glorianna hesitated, then nodded. “Privately.”

“Very well.” Nadia swept her eyes over all of them, lingering just a moment longer on Sebastian and Lee, as if warning them to behave. “Michael. You visit villages, yes? What are their names?”

He didn’t turn his head, but his eyes shifted in Sebastian’s direction before he answered. “Kendall, which is a seaport. Dunberry, but that’s not a safe place anymore.”

“Why not?” Nadia asked. “It is yours, is it not?”

“Was mine, but something happened there. The song changed, and now it’s not safe to enter the village.”

Sebastian swore quietly.

Ignoring that for the moment, Glorianna concentrated on Michael. “Why didn’t you do something to change the song back to what it was?”

“Two boys disappeared and a young woman was murdered. They’re looking for someone to blame. I can’t go back.”

“They’re your people,” Nadia said. “That landscape is your responsibility.”

“The Eater of the World must have touched that landscape and poisoned the hearts of those people,” Glorianna said. “You have to fix it.”

“I can’t go back to the village,” Michael said with strained patience.

“Tch.”

Glorianna glanced at her mother and saw Nadia’s lips twitch as they both realized they’d made the same sound of annoyance.

“If nothing else, you’ll need to go with him to Dunberry and show him what’s to be done,” Nadia said.

“Agreed,” Glorianna replied. “But it was a place called Foggy Downs that the Magician asked me to see.”

Sebastian swore again.

She saw Michael wince and shift his weight as if he’d like to put some distance between himself and her cousin but didn’t quite dare.

“It takes a couple of days to get from Dunberry to Foggy Downs,” Michael said.

“No, it doesn’t,” Sebastian said, staring at the plate in front of him. “Not from the waterhorses’ landscape.”

Glorianna sat back. “So what aren’t the two of you telling the rest of us?” When they didn’t answer, she added, “I can send a command through the currents of power so that every time it rains you end up stepping in a puddle and getting your feet soaked.”

Sebastian gave her a puzzled—and sulky—look. Michael huffed out a breath and said, “Ah, now, Glorianna. That’s an unkind bit of ill-wishing.”

“You can do that?” Teaser asked, looking at Michael.

“I’ve never done that particular thing,” Michael muttered. Then added reluctantly, “Well, not often anyway.”

“The point is, gentlemen, we understand each other,” Glorianna said. Then she waited.

“There’s a bridge outside of Dunberry,” Michael said. “Most times if you cross it, you’ll keep going up the road to Kendall. But sometimes when you cross the bridge, there is no road, just open country, and soon enough a pretty black horse will come trotting up to greet you. There have been enough fools who have thrown a leg over one of those pretty horses. A few have gotten no more than a dunking and found their way home. Most end up drowned. Some are never found or seen again.”

“Koltak mentioned those places,” Sebastian said. “Dunberry. Foggy Downs.”

“Koltak?” Michael asked. “He was someone from here who crossed over to Elandar?”

“My father. Wizard Koltak.” Sebastian spat out the words as if they were bitter gristle. “When he crossed over from Wizard City, intending to find me in the Den, he ended up in the waterhorses’ landscape instead. A few weeks before that, when I had gone to Wizard City to report the murders in the Den, I ended up in the waterhorses’ landscape too, when I crossed a bridge to get away from that thrice-cursed city. I walked a few hours before meeting a waterhorse that was willing to give me a ride without tricks.”

“The Eater had killed one of them,” Glorianna said. “It was scared.”

Sebastian nodded. “Didn’t take that long to reach the border and cross over to the Den. But Koltak wandered through that landscape for days trying to find the Den, and ended up going to Dunberry and Foggy Downs.”

Michael nodded. “Would have taken him some time to go from one place to the other, even on horseback.”

“The point is, he was able to reach both from the waterhorses’ landscape.”

“Are there waterhorses around Foggy Downs?” Glorianna asked Michael.

“Sometimes,” he said. He looked at Sebastian. “You’re thinking going through the waterhorses’ landscape would be a shortcut to Dunberry and Foggy Downs?”

“Maybe,” Sebastian replied. “I just know Koltak ended up in those places while he was looking for the Den.”

“The Eater of the World is out there in Elandar,” Lee said, bracing his hands on either side of his plate. “We know that. Creating the bridge between Aurora and Darling’s Harbor was risky enough since that provides a way in to both your landscapes.” He tipped his head to indicate Nadia and Glorianna. “Creating a bridge between—”

“A resonating bridge,” Glorianna said, interrupting him. “In the waterhorses’ landscape. And you could create a couple of one-shot bridges Michael could carry with him that would get him back—”

“Here,” Sebastian said, interrupting her. “That would get him back to the Den.”

“A wise choice,” Yoshani said. “I agree.”

“All right,” Glorianna said. “One-shot bridges that would get Michael back to the Den if I need to return to my island.”

Lee didn’t look happy, but he nodded.

Jeb pulled out a pocket watch and studied the time. “Still the shank of the evening in Aurora. Barely past dinnertime.”

“In that case, let’s enjoy the food Philo provided,” Nadia said.

Meeting adjourned, Glorianna thought as she picked at her food. Discussion ended. She would need to pack tonight, would need to consider what to carry.

Tomorrow she would begin another stage of her journey.

She tried not to wonder if she would ever return home.