No Rest for the Wicked

12

B y entering the Hie, the vampire had just safeguarded his life from every competitor, including Kaderin, at least until the finals.

By representing Riora—a bloody brilliant move—he'd protected himself against the most egregious treacheries from all competitors.

The infuriating vampire was proving difficult to dismiss.

Kaderin was beginning to really remember infuriating. Quite akin to frustrating. She had those two down.

She dropped from the rail once more, intent on reaching the altar to collect her scroll. She waded past obsequious beings, desiring to pay their respects to her, to the Accord, and to the great Freya and mighty Wóden—as if Kaderin could simply text-message two sleeping gods.

"Katja," the vampire said, cutting a path through the crowd as beings dove and cowered from him.

"That's not my name," she snapped without slowing, but he easily fell into step with her. When did it get so hot? She found herself knotting her hair up. "Tell me, leech. Did you enter to keep Bowen from killing you or to prevent me?"

"Leech?" He frowned, then seemed to shake off her insult. "We've established that you can't kill me."

She glared at him over her shoulder. "I ache to make those your last words."

"I am beginning to understand this." He was calm on the exterior, gentlemanly even, but she knew the ferocity that lurked within him—tonight she'd seen it. "If this contest is important to you, then let me help you. I could trace you to many of the places, and you could defeat everyone." He hesitantly reached his hand to her shoulder, but he saw that she was about to hiss, and he drew it back.

"I'm going to defeat them anyway."

"But why not take an easier path?"

"Okay, I'll play." She crossed her arms over her chest, and his gaze dipped to her cleavage. She snapped her fingers in front of his face.

When his eyes met hers, he scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "I apologize." But his expression said he found it worth it. "You were about to... play?"

"Have you ever been to New Orleans?"

"In the United States?" At her nod, he said, "Not yet."

"What about South America?" she asked. "Africa?"

He hesitated, then shook his head.

"Vampires can only trace to places they've already been. So, where were you planning to trace me? Around your backyard?" she asked, with a deceptively pleasant mien that faded in an instant. "Vampire, this game is for the big kids only." She glanced up at the cracked skylight to the lightening sky. Dawn would come in less than an hour. "And it's almost your beddy-bye time."

"I could travel with you, to keep you safe."

"Travel with me? Do you think I would stop and wait around every single day? To cut my time in half because you can't go in the sun?"

He looked as if he'd briefly forgotten a harsh reality and she'd just reminded him. "No, of course not," he said quietly. "I just wanted—"

"You're crowding me. Didn't anybody ever tell you that females don't like to be crowded? One of women's big three turnoffs. Not very sexy."

For some reason, that made him frown, and immediately back off. His voice was gruff when he asked, "What are the other two?"

"You're wearing out number one. How about working on that first?" She turned from him to get to the altar, and surprisingly, he didn't follow.

She passed Scribe, who'd begun cleaning the temple—though not so much as to effect order. He plucked a camouflaging tree limb off the damaged column. When he saw the claw marks, he scowled at nearby creatures, who studied their hooves.

She strode past him with a kindly greeting, addressing him as "Sacred Scribe," which always put him in raptures, and he stumbled on the limb, nervously stuttering a reply.

At the altar, Riora was speaking with two elves, saying something about the "real-time coverage of the competition online" and ordering them to "drive visitors to the site."

Still feeling the vampire's eyes on her, Kaderin hopped up, the only one in the Lore who would dare such a thing. She plucked a scroll from a pile of them and unrolled it. Every competitor would get the same list of tasks—and each list included the talismans or sought objects, the coordinates for finding them, and a brief description. As usual, there were about ten choices of tasks in any given round.

Once Riora was finished with her spate of PR, she said, "And how are your parents, Kaderin the Cold?"

Kaderin knew Riora was inquiring about two of her three parents. Kaderin's birth mother had been mortal. "They sleep still, Goddess," she said absently, reading. Gods derived power from how many prayers and offerings they received with each passing of the sun, hence Riora's Internet attempt to garner more. But there were so few who worshipped Freya and Wóden that the two slept to conserve their energy. "Interesting talismans this Hie," Kaderin observed.

In the past, Kaderin had always gone after the closest talismans first. Now, with more than one real contender, she would devise new strategies, shake them all up. She would go for the far-flung points and the more difficult tasks at the outset.

"I thought so," Riora said. "Pity I'll only get about half on that list. You know, because of all the accidental deaths."

Kaderin nodded in sympathy. Then her gaze landed on the option for the highest points offered in this interval: twelve points to retrieve one of three mirror amulets. The most she'd ever gone for was a prize worth fifteen points. This task wouldn't be so much about life-threatening peril but more about logistics. Whoever could arrange to get there first—won.

Though the destination fell outside the Accord's network, Kaderin had other resources, and for the first time in a Hie, she was going to ask her coven for help. Just please don't let Regin answer when I call...

Kaderin heard helicopters outside, engines humming louder as their bows dipped to surge forward. Strike hard, strike fast. Yes, that one. She rolled the parchment up and dropped down.

Before she could leave, Riora asked, "You disapprove of my vampire knight?"

Kaderin faced her. "I'm well aware that you couldn't care less about my approval. Or my extreme and absolute lack thereof." Why was Riora studying her so closely? Kaderin flushed under her scrutiny. Riora had always seemed to take an unaccountable interest in Kaderin, but this was intense.

"You seem different."

'Cause I can freaking feel! "New haircut," Kaderin mumbled instead. Could Riora sense her new emotions—most particularly, her shame over her attraction to the vampire? Her gaze darted to Sebastian.

"So, the interest flows both ways, Lady Kaderin? How inconvenient."

"Pardon?"

Riora tilted her head and perused him. He leaned against a wall, staring at Kaderin with his arms crossed over his muscular chest above his injuries. "Of course, if one were to be interested in a vampire, that one you could almost justify."

"Riora, I never said I—"

"I'm merely saying it appears as if some gods blessed my knight in form."

Kaderin felt her expression tighten. "Did they bless your knight with a raging appetite for blood?" she snapped, shocking even herself.

"Watch your tone, Valkyrie." The flames hissed and swayed. "This isn't a coffee klatch." Behind them, Scribe leapt back, swatting when his sleeve caught fire.

Kaderin ground her teeth, then said, "Yes, Riora."

She sighed. "Go." Her tone gentled. "If you win the race, you can bring back your sisters."

Kaderin's eyes narrowed. "You know about them? I've never told you of my loss."

"I already knew of you when they were killed."

"If you understand how important this is, then would the incandescent Riora like to bestow some tips on the race?"

Riora gasped, playful once more. "You treat me as if I'm a one-nine-hundred chess helpline. I feel cheapened." She regarded her nails. "I've blinded men for less." Scribe was again busy behind them, more tentatively dousing the last of the fires, but he paused to nod, as if he'd definitely seen that one happen.

"I'm sorry. I should have known," Kaderin said. "Everyone says it's impossible to get information out of you."

"You'd best step lightly, Valkyrie," she warned, but she was amused. She glided forward to put her arm around Kaderin, startling her. Riora's touch was warm and soft, as she shepherded her to the side. Then, in a low tone, she said, "Here's a hint. If you come across the blade of the blind mystic Honorius, know that he charmed it never to miss its target."

Before Kaderin could ask her more about this cryptic hint, Riora turned abruptly. "Oh, here comes your vampire. He can't stand it anymore."

Kaderin tried to deny that he was hers, but Riora spoke over her. "Look at him watching you so greedily! And how arrogant his stance! What thrilling hubris—and broad shoulders." She gave a growl in her throat. "Shall I stall him while you leave? It won't be a chore."

Kaderin pressed her lips in irritation, then felt ridiculous. She couldn't be jealous over a vampire. "I'd appreciate that. Though I don't think it possible to stall him for more than a few hours."

"Cheeky, Valkyrie," Riora said, her gaze never wavering from Sebastian. "You have a day."

"Vampire," Riora murmured as Sebastian strode by. "A word with you."

He impatiently turned to her but continued glancing at Kaderin as she crossed the length of the temple. She met the werewolf near the arched doorway, and they had a terse exchange.

"Relax—yes, she's getting away from you. But then, nothing has changed since five minutes ago, when she never wanted to see you again. So, who carved you up? Was it that naughty red-clawed Lykae presently threatening Kaderin?"

Sebastian was going to kill him. "We had an altercation," he said absently, beginning to stride to Kaderin. "I must go—"

Riora appeared in front of him. "How did you find this place?" she asked, her voice becoming more forceful. "I don't recall sending you an invitation, neither does Scribe here"—she snapped her fingers, and the man dropped his candle snuffer to hurry to her side—"and I'm not certain I appreciate you crashing my party."

"I traced here." He had to remember he could reach Kaderin at any time. And that he had better not anger the deity who had given him the favor of competing.

"You couldn't ever have been here."

Finally, the Lykae loped away. Kaderin gave the Scot a vulgar hand gesture behind his back, then stared in obvious bafflement at her own finger.

"I traced to Kaderin." When Sebastian saw Kaderin dig a phone from her jacket, then slip through the doorway, he turned back to Riora with his jaw clenched. "She was my destination."

Riora's lips curled as if she were delighted. Suddenly, her eyes seemed to burn. "But, vampire, that's impossible."

In a distracted tone, he said, "Perhaps it was considered so before, but—"

"How did you do it?" She placed her forefinger on the altar and used it to press herself up to a sitting position at the edge.

He hurriedly explained how the variable constraints couldn't be separated. You couldn't have one possible and the other impossible when they were so similar. If it was a feat of mental dexterity and sense-memory detail, then it followed that tracing could be taken to extremes not seen before.

"Ut-ter-ly fascinating." She turned to the small man, fanning herself. "Scribe, I think I'm in love. He's like my very own foot soldier! How shall I reward him?"

Scribe said, "To tell by his grinding teeth and bulging jaw, I'd say he has only one desire at present." Sebastian saw that Scribe did not appreciate his interest in the Valkyrie.

"Oh, yes. Kaderin." Riora sniffed. "I'm jealous, vampire, and let down. And later I shall cry."

Sebastian sensed power in her, fickle power, and until he knew what he was about in this world, he thought it wise to tread carefully. "I... meant no offense."

Scribe cleared his throat, and as if the words were tortured from him, he said, "Goddess Riora, it's incumbent upon me to tell you that your attraction to this male is quite possible. I daresay his winning over Lady Kaderin is, given her history, impossible."

Her eyes widened, and she nodded sagely. "Ah, you are right. This is why I keep you alive—"

"What about Kaderin's history?" Sebastian interrupted.

Riora squinted at him as if he were a bug she'd never seen before, actually leaning her head in closer to his face. "You spoke over me. I've conflicting impulses to boil you and coddle you."

"Goddess, I apologize," he said, but he continued undaunted. "You mentioned her history... "

As though the trespasses were forgotten, she whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "Vampires have behaved very badly toward Kaderin. And, well, you're a vampire."

His fangs sharpened at the thought of her being hurt. "What was done to her?"

She ignored his grated question, and asked one of her own. "Do you have any idea how high you reach for one such as her?"

In fact, he was well acquainted with that idea. Though Kaderin abhorred what he was, he couldn't be more pleased with her. When she'd hopped up onto this altar next to Riora, he'd seen that the goddess had nothing over his Bride.

Still, he raised his chin. "I have wealth to spoil her and strength to protect her. She could do worse for a husband."

"Arrogant vampire." She chuckled. "She's the daughter of gods."

He swallowed. And that would be why she outshone a goddess.

"Still feel so confident?"

He hadn't been before. Now he wondered if even the minuscule odds he'd given himself were overestimated.

She asked, "Do you plan to win the key for her?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Wouldn't want it for yourself?" she asked. "Imagine the possibilities."

"It is hard for me to believe it would work," he admitted. "Is there any proof it will?"

"No. I have no proof, at all." Riora sighed. "Just the word of Mr. Thrane."

Sebastian ran his hand over the back of his neck, but the movement made his chest muscles scream in protest. "Then can I ask why you are convinced it will work?"

"I am convinced it will work, vampire, because it's impossible for it to work!"

Just when he wondered if rational discussion with her was possible, she suggested, "You should take this day to learn about Kaderin."

This definitely struck Sebastian as a worthy plan. "I would love to, but I lack the resources to learn anything."

"Resources abound. Kaderin likes the now, and Valkyrie are amused with evolving human culture. Yet you do not seem to know much about this time. Read as much as you can get through today. And listen to the TV out of the corner of your ear."

"TV. I don't own one."

"I daresay Kaderin does, and I can say with certainty that she won't be at her flat today."

Trespassing in his Bride's home when she wasn't there?

"Scribe knows her address in London." A look passed between them, and Scribe's pale face seemed to darken as though flushed.

"Yes," Scribe said with a thinly veiled sneer. "If you go there, remember that Spike TV and the Playboy Channel will hip you to our times as well as anything. Start there."

Sebastian would be sure to steer clear of whatever he'd just suggested. He glanced at the door once more, though he knew Kaderin was long gone.

"Still antsy?" Riora asked. "You can trace to her at any time."

"You said there are prizes all over the world. I do not know that I can trace halfway around the earth, much less accurately to her."

She murmured, "It would seem impossible. But in the past, she's always stayed on this side of the earth at the start. Close by Europe. Low-hanging fruit. That's the way she's always worked. And since dawn's less than an hour away, you would trace to her right into the sun... "

Surveying his chest, she said, "Let her go, knight. Besides, you need to heal. I fear Bowen hasn't had all his shots."

Trust a mad goddess and her vengeful scribe? Beggars couldn't be choosers. And you don't have a friend in the world.

"Right." Sebastian nodded firmly. "How far can she get in a day?"