But I’d made a commitment to Aric. We were having a kid, for God’s sake.
If Aric could grapple against the Hanged Man’s influence long enough to give us a chance, I’d honor my commitment. If he couldn’t, I’d still fight to free him. “We began a life together, and I’ll return to it, despite the fact that Jack saved me and our kid. Despite the fact that you tried to end us.”
“Do you recall when I told you that Death was all I’d ever be to you? You used your powers to mesmerize me, but I now have control of my faculties once more. All of your lies will fall away, like slings against my armor.”
“I could have killed you, but I didn’t. Remember when I clawed you but didn’t inject poison? And when I knocked you unconscious but didn’t hurt you?”
“All a ploy. As your grandmother advised, you kept me on as your protector. Yet now I’ll be your downfall, Empress. As I’ve been twice before.”
Fury surged so swiftly it took me off guard. I feared that just as I’d fallen in love with him, I could fall back into hate. “Not unless you come to me. Oh, but you’re too scared to face me. Pity.” Borrowing his words, I said, “Our game is no fun—if you’re weak.” Click.
Collecting myself, I returned to the cave. Three questioning glances greeted me. “I had to hang up on him.”
Joules laughed. “He’s goin’ to be stewing now.”
Enough to come find me? “Today Paul’s alliance is winning a little less. Let’s continue our streak and get to the shore.”
21
Day 551 A.F.
Still in the #$@#%*! foothills
“That is how you hail Circe?” Jack asked with a chuckle. I’d been kicking waves and yelling along the shore of a medium-size lake. “Thought there’d be some kind of priestess summoning ritual or something.”
My throat was hoarse, and I was out of breath. All I’d done was make ripples across the still surface. “Common misconception.”
We’d been driving late into the night when Joules had spotlighted water not far off the road. Though we were making better time, we remained in the foothills. The lake was in a bowl of rock, a crater with three high sides.
Bleary-eyed Kentarch had been all too ready to stop. Snow had fallen on and off, and he’d had to teleport the truck past several gridlocked wrecks, which always weakened him.
Jack had offered to take the wheel earlier, but Kentarch politely declined. As Joules put it, “Nobody drives the Chariot’s chariot but the Chariot.”
He and Kentarch were currently in the cab, catching up on sleep.
I was glad for this time alone with Jack—but now I could no longer put off telling him about the baby.
“How about we head up to that bluff and drop some big rocks in?” Jack asked. The light snow had tapered off, and a white-dusted trail wound up the rise.
“Hike?” Even with all the lion I’d eaten—and kept down—my energy level had ebbed from the initial high I’d felt. This resource-suck kept my body weak.
“Unless you want to rest up some in the truck?”
I needed a time-out from the Beast. “No, let’s go.”
As we started along the trail, I peered up at Jack’s tall form beside me. Would I ever get used to the sight of him? All day I’d fought the urge to pinch myself. Whenever he’d caught me staring, he would wink at me or grab my hand just to squeeze.
He was alive. He was back with me. As ever, I wondered how he would react to my news. I kept replaying that night in Finn’s cabin when he’d told me, “There is nothing that can happen to you that we can’t get past.”
We’d proved that again and again.
When Jack and I reached the bluff, we sat at the edge with our legs hanging over, just as we had at the old mill the night of my sixteenth birthday party. The lake was beautiful, ringed with ice, mirroring the lightning-lit sky. How long before it froze over completely?
“Feel like I haven’t seen you in hours.” He took my hand in his, and that easy compatibility flowed between us.
God, how I’d missed this.
“Smell that honeysuckle, would you?” He cast me his rakish grin, sexy as ever. “I’m a happy man, me.”
It shouldn’t feel this right. I was married. In a way. I loved Aric. Yes, my husband wanted me dead and had decapitated me twice, but all relationships had issues, right?
On the other hand, my breath hitched every time I looked at Jack’s face. How could I so desperately want to be reunited with Aric, and at the same time yearn to run away with Jack?
Gazing down at my face, he asked, “What’s goan on behind those pretty eyes?”
I cleared my throat to reveal all but chickened out. “You, um, seem to be hitting it off with the Chariot.”
Earlier, Joules and I had rested in the back of the truck while Jack and Kentarch sat up front, talking with a relaxed camaraderie about weapons and hunting and potential modifications for the Beast.
Just before I’d dozed off, Kentarch had told him, “I know what everyone thinks—that it’s futile to hope my wife still lives. But you came back from the dead. It makes me believe even more strongly that I will reunite with her.”
“I came back to a different situation.” Jack had no idea just how different. “Are you prepared for whatever you get?” They’d grown quiet, both lost in thought.
Now Jack said, “I like Kentarch, but I doan want you alone with him. Gabe offered him a deal: you for Issa.”
Oh, shit. “Do they have his wife?”
“Non, but I’d be surprised if they aren’t searching for her, in addition to you.”
“Kentarch would never willingly submit to mind control.”
“He doan have to join the alliance; just has to make the exchange. I respect him, but I also understand his motives. In his situation, I’d hand over an Arcana I barely knew for you. Do it in a heartbeat.”
Because Jack was steadfastly loyal—even to a fault. And yet I was keeping a huge secret from him. “I’ll be careful around Kentarch.”
Satisfied nod. “So did your grand-mère teach you about the game?”
“She did. She had the Empress chronicles.” Which I had completely forgotten about from my early childhood. “I learned that Matthew killed me in the first game. I was in an alliance with him, and he betrayed me.”
“Coo-y?n? You kidding me?” When I shook my head, he said, “I told you I barely recognized him when he came to rescue me. My vision was blurred, but when I looked at him, I thought I was seeing another person. He was like a sosie, an evil double.”
“That’s how it was with Aric! There was so much hatred in his eyes. Though, to be fair, I deserved a lot of that hatred. In the past, I was the sosie; I was as bad as they come. Jack, what if I turn that way again?” I recalled when I’d once thought, I AM the red witch! Evie is a sliver of ME! “What if I’m evil to the bone?”
I’d asked Aric this same question. Instead of answering me, he’d told me he’d had an errant thought.