When the taster left, Valek knocked and waited for permission to enter—a new aspect of their changed...shattered?...relationship. He concentrated on expelling all his emotions as the Commander remained silent for twenty minutes before allowing Valek to enter.
He approached the desk and stood at attention, keeping his gaze on the tidy surface. A lifelike glass snow cat glinted with the lantern’s amber hues, but the interior of Opal’s magic detector stayed dark—a relief. However, the pair of black snow cats Valek had carved for the Commander no longer decorated the desk. He noted the missing gifts without reacting, but their absence was like a slap in the face.
“Report,” the Commander ordered.
Valek filled him in on a few new items—reports of thieves using storms to cover their activities in MD-1, and a request for more soldiers in MD-5. The rest were all minor details he normally wouldn’t bother the Commander with.
The silence stretched. Finally, the Commander asked, “Have these Storm Thieves been caught?”
“No, sir. They’ve managed to evade capture so far.”
“Do you think magic might be involved?”
“It’s possible.”
“Then I want you to personally investigate this problem.”
“That will involve a trip to the coast, sir.”
“I expect it will. You have permission to travel to MD-1. However, I did not give you permission to assign Onora as my guard. It is a waste of her time. She is to work with you on all your assignments. Except when you leave for the coast—then she is to be in charge of security. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Valek fisted his hands. Onora wasn’t ready for the responsibility, but he couldn’t say anything. This was beyond painful.
“And you are not allowed to skulk about, either, investigating my guests.” Papers rustled. “Why is Captain Timmer in my dungeon?”
“He’s a sexual predator, sir.” Valek explained his abuse of Onora and Wilona. “I planned... Permission to inform Onora about his presence, sir?”
“Granted. Tell her she will have the pleasure of executing him in public. It’ll be a mandatory event for all my soldiers. They need to understand I will not tolerate such behavior.”
“Yes, sir.” For some reason Valek thought she’d balk at that order.
“Inform Colonel Qeb to schedule Timmer’s execution during the fire festival.”
Which was six months away. The festival was held every year in Castletown. An execution during the festival would certainly drive the point home. “Yes, sir.”
“Also, I want you to assign one of your agents to collect all information received from Sitia about the Council’s reaction to the rumor about Owen and the Curare. I want to know if there’s any discussion about an attack on Ixia. Do you still have an operative working for one of the Councilors?”
“No, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Master Magician Irys Jewelrose discovered him, and he was arrested and extradited to Ixia.”
“Was this before null shields were readily available?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Send another agent to infiltrate the Council. Have him or her obtain a null shield to block the magicians. I want daily reports.”
“Yes, sir.” He hoped Yelena wouldn’t find out. As the Liaison, she’d worked hard to develop a civil and respectful relationship between Ixia and Sitia.
“When is Yelena planning to return to Sitia?”
An alarming question. And the Commander didn’t use her title. “Unknown, sir.”
“She is a Sitian and a magician and is no longer welcome in Ixia. Send her home with the Sitian girl.”
Surprised, Valek lifted his gaze. He could argue the same thing about Owen and his friends, but the Commander’s cold stare sent a warning signal. Was Ambrose in control, or was Owen directing the man’s thoughts? The magic detector hadn’t flashed. Yet Valek suspected these orders were from Owen.
Valek sensed he teetered on a dangerous edge. “Permission to speak, sir?”
“Granted.”
“Yelena is unable to use magic, sir. She will be a target in Sitia if she returns.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about her this morning?”
Valek toppled off the edge and landed right in the middle of trouble. He suspected the Commander already knew about Yelena and had been testing him. “At the time, I believed it was more important to warn you about Owen. After that, I didn’t have the opportunity.”
“I see. Will her magical powers return?”
“Unknown, sir.”
“Do you intend to marry her?”
Where had that come from? “Yes, sir.”
The Commander tapped his fingers on the desk. “If she agrees and remains here, then she must cut all ties to Sitia and become my Sitian Adviser. If she is unable to do so, or if her powers return, then she must leave immediately. Understood?”
That it was harsh? And that there was no way in hell she’d agree to cut all ties? Oh yes—crystal clear. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You’re dismissed.”
Valek turned to leave. When he reached the door, the Commander called, “Valek, if I discover you didn’t have the opportunity to inform me of other important issues, I will add your name to Colonel Qeb’s execution list. Understood?”