“But what if the sorceress’s gray fields gateway is in the one place no one would ever think to look?”
“But there’s nowhere —” I paused, suddenly realizing what he was implying. “Surely even Lucian wouldn’t be that devious.”
“Why not? Are not the quarters he shared with your father as his chrání the perfect position for such a gateway? Your father cannot enter the temples without alerting the Raziq to his presence, and the Raziq cannot enter your father’s rooms. Nor would they even think to look there, given they do not think the Aedh a threat.”
“I wonder if that’s the reason he left the coordinates of that warehouse. It wasn’t so much the coordinates here on Earth that mattered, but the positioning on the fields.”
“It is possible, although that would mean there is a gateway somewhere in that warehouse.”
I jumped up. “We’d better go investigate —”
He caught my hand. “It would be useless to do so because we have not the means to get in or out of your father’s rooms.”
I frowned. “But if we find the gateway, it will take us into them.”
“Yes, but the private residences of the Aedh within the temple areas are all shielded. You cannot get in or out without the correct means of doing so.”
“Fuck it, why can’t something be simple in this damn quest?”
“Because that is not the way of your world or mine.” His voice held a slightly bitter edge. “However, your father said he was creating a means by which you could freely access his rooms. Perhaps you should check if anything has been left at your home while we were away.”
“That means going back through the damn tunnel. And risking the sorcerer coming here when we’re gone.”
“That is a risk, yes.”
Great. Damned if we did, and damned if we didn’t. I bit my lip, then half shrugged. “I guess we just have to take the chance.”
“We are right in this, Risa. I’m sure of it.”
I wasn’t, especially given lady luck hadn’t been all that generous to us to date. Still, what else could we do? It was either stay here – and risk losing her – or chase down our theory and hope like hell we were right. And at least with the latter, we were actually doing something.
Even if it ultimately proved to be the wrong something.
We made our way back through the tunnel. Progress was slow, and the delay ate at my nerves. The longer we were stuck here, the more chance there was of the bitch escaping us.
Although if Azriel’s theory was right, there was a good chance she already had. Our only hope lay in the fact that she hadn’t yet figured out which of the four items she’d stashed in her case was the key in disguise.
We finally reached the pit. I stood near the outer ring of stakes and glared up at the floor high above us.
“I may be part werewolf, but even I can’t leap that far.”
“I’ll boost you.”
I raised an eyebrow as I glanced at him. “And how are you going to get up?”
“I’ll jump. You’ll catch me.”
“You’re putting a hell of a lot of faith in my catching skills.”
“Because I figure you would not want the father of your child staked.” He cupped his hands. “Up you go.”
I stepped into his hands and, with a grunt of effort, he flung me high. I grabbed at the ragged ends of the pit and hauled myself onto solid ground, then hooked my feet on either side of the doorframe and leaned back over the hole.
“Okay, go for it.”
He leapt up. A heartbeat later his outstretched hands were in mine. I gripped them fiercely, but his weight hit like a ton of bricks and just about ripped my arms from their sockets. I hissed in pain but slowly inched backward, drawing him with me. After a few seconds, he released one hand, caught the edge of the pit, and drew himself up beside me.
I rolled onto my back, breathed a sigh of relief, then scrambled upright. With the shield still in place, neither of us could shift to energy form within the building, so the sooner we got out, the better. I jumped over the loading bay railing, landed neatly, then ran for the gap in the door. Azriel followed me out, and a heartbeat later, we were standing in the burned-out remnants of my living room. I spun around, scanning the room, but couldn’t see anything different. And the front door still appeared locked. Which meant either my father hadn’t yet delivered on his promise, or it was sitting outside. I strode across the room, unlatched the door, then stepped out onto the metal landing to check. And there, tucked into the corner shadows of the top step, was a small brown box.
“Found something!”
Azriel appeared beside me as I opened the box. Inside were two black cords twined with a silverish thread that had an almost ghostly glow about it, and a note. I quickly unfolded it.
The cord will allow both entry into the temple’s inner sanctum and the rooms I shared with the chrání, it said. There is a second for the reaper, as you should not access the temples without his guidance. It is a dangerous place.
I glanced at Azriel. “Why would the temples be dangerous?”
“Because while the priests no longer physically guard the gates, there are… remnants… left behind.”
My eyebrows rose. “Remnants?”
He nodded. “They are not ghosts, as such. More echoes of the beings they once were.”
“So when Aedh die, their energy doesn’t return to the stars like the reapers?”
“They do, but the Aedh priests have sworn an oath to protect the gates, so remnants of their beings remain.”
“I wouldn’t have thought echoes of beings would be all that dangerous.”
“You have not yet encountered the echoes of the priests.” His voice was grim. “Trust me, if they decide you are an intruder, they can cause great harm.”
“Then let’s hope we don’t encounter them.” And that the sorceress did. I glanced down and read the rest of the note. “The third key lies in the southeast, on a palace whose coat of arms lies the wrong way around.”
“Which,” Azriel said, “apparently means as little to you as the previous clues, if your current expression is anything to go by.”
“Yeah.” I folded the note and shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans. “But Google helped us find the last one, so maybe it’ll help with this. Besides, finding the third key isn’t our priority right now. But there is another problem.”
Azriel raised an eyebrow. “The Raziq?”
I nodded. “The minute I appear on the gray fields, they’re going to know. We need a distraction.”
“I could —”
“Not you,” I cut in. “My father. He keeps telling me how mighty and powerful he is, so how about we give him a chance to prove it?”
“Neither he nor the Raziq will be fooled for long. As you have noted, they will feel your presence on the field.”
“Perhaps, but we can always hope they’re too busy fighting each other to immediately do anything about our presence. Besides, what other option have we got?”
“None.” His voice was grim. “You had better contact your father quickly, as the sorceress might already be on the fields with the four items.”
I spun around and headed for my bedroom to retrieve the communication ward my father had given me. Azriel appeared, a knife he’d found who knows where held in one hand, as I sat cross-legged on the floor and placed the ward in front of me. The rainbow colors within it seemed to run faster, as if it knew what was coming.
“Thanks,” I said, accepting the knife. With little ceremony, I jabbed the point into my finger, then, as blood began to well, turned my finger upside down and let the blood drip onto the communication ward. As the droplet hit, the rainbow stopped moving, and everything was still. Silent.