As if through a wall, she heard muffled voices.
“You’re getting your scar healed, and you’ve procured a body double,” Richard said. “Why the sudden need to appear dead?”
“The Mirror is taking an interest in me,” her patient answered.
“What did you do?”
“Many things, none of them good, but none of them concern the spooks either. They’re watching me, and I don’t like it.”
“I warned you, Jason,” Richard said.
“Don’t lecture me, old man.”
“You’re expanding too fast and killing too many. Violence attracts attention.”
Jason sighed. “In case you failed to notice, I’ve been doing pretty well.”
“The Five Gangs are frothing at the mouth trying to put you on the bottom of the ocean, Rook has placed a bounty on your head, and now the Mirror’s agents are watching your house. Your definition of ‘well’ is troubling at best.” He suddenly smiled and affected a slight accent. “‘I do not think that word means what you think it means.’”
He was obviously quoting something he and Jason seemed to know that she did not.
Jason grinned. “Ha, she ain’t a princess, and you wish you were that good a swordsman.” He turned to Charlotte. “How do you stand him?”
“He sleeps by the door with his sword to keep me safe,” she told him. “Don’t move.”
Finally satisfied, she withdrew her magic and took a step back.
He looked good. It was one of her finer restorations. Relief washed over Charlotte. She could still heal. She had lost none of her skill or power. She hadn’t realized until now that she’d been afraid taking lives might come at the cost of the primary purpose of her magic. She knew it didn’t preclude her from healing; she just wasn’t sure if her control or precision had been compromised.
The post-healing fatigue wrapped around her, making her dizzy. Jason touched his face. The scar had aged him, but now she could see his face more clearly, and Charlotte realized he was still a young man.
Miko stepped up and offered him a mirror. Jason looked at himself. His eyes widened.
“Magic hands,” he said. “That’s a very valuable talent. Almost makes a man regret that he doesn’t own it.”
“Touch her and lose your fingers,” Richard said, his voice casual.
Jason looked at her. “Come work for me. I’ll take better care of you.”
“No.”
“See, the problem with Richard is, he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You have to take care of women properly. A woman is like a horse.”
Dawn Mother, not one of those. “How so?”
“When you want to tame a horse, you offer her an apple. She has to get used to your scent and your delicious apples before she’ll let you put the bridle on her. Soon, if you ignore her, she’ll follow you waiting for a handout. If you keep bringing her treats, eventually she’ll let you ride her.”
Mhm.
Richard was leaning against the table like a dark shadow, his pose relaxed, his lips smiling, but his eyes watched Jason with complete focus. Like a wolf sighting his prey, she realized.
Jason smiled, displaying even white teeth. At her position on the wall, Miko rolled her eyes.
“All I’m saying is I have plenty of apples,” the crime lord said. “You should give it some thought. You’d like my apples.”
Charlotte leaned closer to him. “Jason, whoever told you this nonsense isn’t your friend. Women aren’t horses, or dogs, or cats. We’re human beings, and the sooner you figure that out, the less likely you will wake up with Miko’s knife in your throat.”
He stared at her.
“You asked me what I want. I want to crush the slave trade. Having a fling with you doesn’t appeal to me. You’re handsome, but you’re too inexperienced and too arrogant to be good in bed. Having ridden many horses doesn’t make you a good rider; it just proves that you can’t recognize a good one or don’t know how to keep her. You’re too young for me, and in ten years, when you improve, I will be too old for you. So let’s not speak of this again.”
A thin, high-pitched sound came from the wall. Miko was snickering.
Jason turned in his chair and looked at her, outraged.
She giggled some more.
The crime lord blinked and turned back to Charlotte. “Some people would be worried. Words like that can get your throat slit.”
“Some people don’t realize healing can be done in reverse,” she told him. “Why don’t you ask Voshak what he thinks about that?”
Richard stalked across the floor and came to stand by her side.
“You’re as crazy as he is,” Jason growled.
“Now you’re getting the idea,” Richard said.
“Even if we sack the Market and you get your information, what can you do?” Miko said suddenly. “You’re only two. The slavers are hundreds.”
Richard grimaced. “I know. It’s a shame, really. I would’ve liked to give them a sporting chance, but sometimes life simply isn’t fair.”
Charlotte smiled. You had to admire the man.
“Your face is restored to its former beauty.” Richard turned to Jason. “Are you going to hold up your end of the bargain?”
Jason rose and pulled the hood of his cloak over his face. “I’m on it, old man. I remember. You said the ship lands at midnight. Where is he planning to dock?”
“Teal Inlet.”
“Meet me two miles north of it tonight at ten.”
He left the room, Miko in tow.
“What now?” Charlotte asked.
“Now we go to the city,” Richard said. “I have contacts here. We’ll need them for tonight.”
IN the daylight, Kelena didn’t look any better, Charlotte reflected, walking with Richard along the canal. It smelled the same, too. At least the dead body was gone, probably swept out to sea by the tide. They had left the dog at Jason’s house. She didn’t the see the harm in his coming, but Richard pointed out that if he bit someone, they would likely be drowned in the nearest canal. They locked him in a room with a cow femur from Jason’s kitchen.
Richard turned into the narrow alley between the houses, barely wide enough to let them move side by side. The alley opened into a small courtyard, formed by the tall walls of surrounding buildings. Another, much wider alley to the right led from the courtyard, and three men blocked it. They didn’t look friendly.
Her throat tightened. Her pulse sped up, and an uncomfortable heaviness filled her chest. Charlotte swallowed, but the tightness refused to dissolve. There was going to be a fight.
It’s just a physical reaction, she told herself. It’s just fear. Her anger and outrage had numbed her yesterday, but that armor had melted during the night. She was very much aware she was alive. She was afraid.
Charlotte squared her shoulders. She had to handle it.
The front man, hard, large, bald, with swirls of dark tattoos running over his pale scalp, grinned. His lips stretched unnaturally far, showing a mouthful of two-inch-long fangs. Spiked strips of metal covered his knuckles.
His magic washed over her, grating against her skin like a handful of sharp sand. A familiar revulsion drowned Charlotte. Her fear spiked in response. The man had been modified with illegal magic, the kind the Dukedom of Louisiana used for the Hand, its covert agents. She’d dealt with it before. A modification made its recipients stronger, faster, and more deadly. It also robbed them of their humanity and was nearly always impossible to reverse.
Charlotte focused on the two friends of the alligator-mouth. The one to the left was tall, armed with a short mace tipped with a fist-sized chunk of metal. The one to the right, leaner and probably faster, carried two knives. The red rash on the knife fighter’s neck indicated a case of advanced luries, which is what happened when one had sex with unhealthy partners without protective measures.