“I wouldn’t dream of disturbing the peace,” she said.
I was thinking about the recording Jennifer had dug up. The proof that Kirmira was one of Naavarasi’s children, and how she’d orchestrated his murder just to get her hooks into me. Mostly I wanted to throw it at her to see how she’d react. I was dying to wipe that smug look off her borrowed face.
Then I counted to five under my breath. The Kirmira tape was a hole card, and hole cards were meant to be played facedown, to keep your opponent guessing. For once we knew something Naavarasi didn’t. I aimed to keep it that way until I figured out how to take advantage.
I didn’t know how long Freddie had been hovering and listening. I only knew that she swooped in, like a superheroine on her third martini, and put her icy hand on my shoulder.
“Some of my favorite people, all in one place,” she said. “But the picture isn’t quite right. Is it the lighting? The decor? No…no, it’s definitely the two-dollar skank.”
Naavarasi’s lids went heavy as she stared at Freddie. “What did you just call me?”
“I’m sorry, I just understand there’s this little legal thing where my BFF Caitlin and her ever-wonderful boyfriend can’t actually give you the vicious beatdown you so richly deserve.” Freddie broke into a hungry grin. “But I’m not a demon. And I can kick your ass until my legs get tired.”
“I would peel your skin,” Naavarasi told her, “cook your entrails, and pick my teeth with the splinters of your bones.”
The temperature dropped. Plummeting, until my breath formed curlicues of white mist in the air. In the corner of my eye, Freddie’s skin turned ashen gray, touched by black splotches of frostbite.
“Want to find out for sure?” Freddie asked her.
Naavarasi wrinkled her nose, turned, and stormed across the room. She disappeared into the crowd.
The warmth flooded back in, and Freddie’s hand—normal now, if unnaturally cold to the touch—patted my shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
“I appreciate the assist,” I told her, “but look, be careful, okay? I’ve seen Naavarasi in action. She’s really dangerous.”
“As if I was actually going to fight her. Please, darling, it’s called a bluff, look it up. Do you know how much this gown costs? I do, because it’s from my signature collection. I’m hardly going to get in a brawl and risk popping a seam.”
“Still, appreciated.”
“Also,” Freddie added, “I’m drunk.”
“I assumed.”
“I should have anticipated this,” Caitlin muttered, staring in the direction of Naavarasi’s retreat. “A sad little last-ditch attempt to goad us into a foolish error.”
I wished I could be that sure. The problem was, showing up and trying to egg us into throwing a punch, breaking the Cold Peace in front of a crowd, was the definition of a “sad little last-ditch attempt.” And now I knew that Naavarasi was all about the bigger picture. No way she would have come all the way from her lair in Denver just to be a jerk at a party.
No. She had another reason to be here tonight. We just couldn’t see it yet.
“I think we need a bit of merriment,” Caitlin said. She strode to the heart of the room and held her wineglass high. “Kind gentles, loyal and true, may I have your attention? Your attention, please.”
The din of the party fell to a low murmur. The waves parted, as people pressed to the edges of the gallery and gave her space.
“We are united tonight for an auspicious occasion. The elevation of Daniel Faust, my consort, as a knight of the Court of Jade Tears.”
She paused for a smattering of polite applause, pinging through the room like popcorn.
“When I claimed this man for my own,” she said, “I was met with…some skepticism. For a prince’s hound to choose a human for a companion was, some felt, undignified. Unacceptable, even.”
She flashed a wicked smile, daring anyone to say a word. Over to the left, I watched Nadine open her mouth. Royce jerked on her wrist, hard, and she closed it.
“But Daniel has proved himself time and time again. Not just to me, but to Prince Sitri and to our august court. He has shown himself to be capable, strong, loyal, unafraid. Despite his mortal blood, he embodies the qualities we should all expect from a knight of hell. And now, at long last, he is granted his rightful due. Come, Daniel. Stand beside me.”
The applause washed over me from both sides of the room, a curtain of sound, raucous now. I walked to stand at Caitlin’s side and she took my hand in hers. A tear glistened in her eye as she mouthed, “I love you.”
I didn’t want this. Didn’t want to be associated with Prince Sitri’s court or any of them, didn’t want to be sucked into the endless machinations of hell…but in that moment, I understood how much it meant to Caitlin.
So I’d make it work.
She raised my hand high, like the winner of a boxing match. “I give you Daniel Faust, knight of the Court of Jade Tears! Mark his name, and laud his victories!”
More waves of applause crashed in, thundering through the gallery and slowly fading away. All but one pair of hands.
Long after it ended, a single person was still clapping. Slow. Rhythmic. Sarcastic. The crowd parted, and he swaggered on through.
Whoever he was, he dressed like a rock star. Painted-on black leather pants and a vest with no shirt, and a purple cashmere scarf rounded out his ensemble. He wore his bleach-blond hair in a puffed-out pompadour. His left arm was sheathed in blue tattoos, the ink laid in dizzying swirls and loops like some Viking warrior’s battle-woad. Energy radiated off him—dirty, erratic, electric. He stood in the middle of the room like he owned it.
“So you’re the great Daniel Faust,” he said.
“I’m a Daniel Faust,” I told him. “Not sure if I’m the great one. I’ll have to take a poll.”
“Heard a lot about you. Underboss of the Vegas mob, making moves in the courts of hell. You get around, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure what to make of this guy, but I didn’t think he was here to give me a present. Caitlin watched him with her lips pursed, pensive, but she didn’t make a move. From the looks on the faces of our audience, I understood why.
Like I’d said, this was my party. As Caitlin had warned me when Sitri gave me the nod, a lot of demons weren’t so hot on the idea of a human getting a knighthood. She’d said they’d be looking to test me.
And here was my test. Everybody at the party was watching to see how I’d take care of business. Whatever I did, however I played it, tomorrow it’d be all over the demonic grapevine. Caitlin wasn’t stepping in because that’d be the worst move possible, her fighting my battles for me. A knight should be able to carry his own weight.
I kept my hands easy at my sides, my voice pleasant, like this was no big deal. “I’ve gone some places. Seen some things.”
“So modest,” he said. “But I hear you’re a real big shot. Everybody calls you the guy.”
“Yeah, but I really wish they wouldn’t. I’ve been trying to get people to stop.”
He took a step closer. Close enough to land a punch, if he felt like swinging. I didn’t let myself brace for it. The last thing I wanted to do right now was show any hint of being nervous. He pitched his voice softer, but still loud enough for the entire room to hear him.
“After all that talk, I was expecting more,” he said. “But as far as I’m concerned, you’re nothing but a little bitch.”
That got the reaction he was looking for. From the crowd, at least, as a chorus of oohs simmered through the gallery. All eyes on me now.
Clearly, I was going to have to deal with this. My way.
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