I wiped the tears out of my eyes. I’d hoped to find a way to return the poor count and the others to their eternal rest. At least the count would no longer suffer. But if the tsar wanted the others to remain as revenants, there was nothing I could do. I stood up to hand the talisman to the bogatyr.
With a frown he shook his head. “Only a necromancer may wield the Talisman of Isis. Will you bear this burden? Will you serve your tsar?”
I hesitated. All my hopes and dreams for my future had already slipped away. I bowed my head. “I will, Your Imperial Majesty,” I whispered. I would embrace my dark powers, to protect the tsar.
The bogatyr’s voice boomed over the bloodied field. “I do hereby recognize the undead knights of the Order of St. John of Jerusalem. From this day forward, you will belong to the Order of St. Lazarus.”
The priests who had been standing in the hall of the chapel chanting prayers now rang their bells and said prayers for the newly created order.
The mysterious silver wolf had vanished. If it hadn’t been for the ghost of Tsar Pavel mentioning wolf-folk, I might have believed that I’d imagined the beautiful creature. I wondered if the wolf was someone I knew. The creature had kept very close to the tsarevitch throughout much of the fighting.
The bogatyr retreated into the chapel, where the empress waited, and the priests led me in after them to complete the ritual. It was time to send the bogatyr’s spirit back and relieve the tsar of his supernatural burden.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
I was sitting in a pew in a dark corner of the chapel, crying softly. I did not know if I was crying for Count Chermenensky or just because I was exhausted.
“Katerina Alexandrovna, let me take you home.” George Alexandrovich stood over me and held out his hand.
I wiped my face and let him help me stand. “Forgive me, Your Imperial Highness,” I said. “Let me collect myself.”
In the carriage he asked me, “Were you in love with him?”
“Who, the crown prince? Of course not!”
He frowned. “Count Chermenensky. Before, I mean.”
I shook my head. “I hardly knew him. But I felt responsible for him. I never meant to bring him back, I swear to you.” I started sobbing again.
“You have been very brave today, Katiya.” His voice was tired as he used my family pet name. He slid his arm around me protectively, pulling me closer to him. It made my heart pound.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the grand duke’s shoulder. He smelled like dirt and sweat and tobacco. There was no other place in the world I would rather have been.
When the carriage stopped, he turned to me with those fathomless blue eyes. He wiped the tears off my face with his hand. There was something unreadable in his expression. It vibrated down deep inside me. My palm went to his cheek.
“Katiya,” he said, his voice hoarse and battle-weary. He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his lips. “I can give you the sun, my duchess. Marry me.”
I was dumbstruck. I had not expected this. It had been a long, bloody day, and now this. I couldn’t help crying harder.
It was not the reaction the grand duke had been expecting. He frowned. “Katiya?”
I shook my head, my tears falling too fast for him to catch now. “You promise the sun when you know I belong with the Dark Court. Your parents would never allow such a marriage.”
“My father owes you his life. He needs you.”
“Not as his daughter-in-law.” No matter how dark his path, I could not live with myself if I tainted the grand duke’s soul with my own shadows.
He sighed with frustration. “This is about you becoming a doctor, isn’t it? I swear to you I will hire the smartest physicians across Europe to tutor you privately.”
I smiled despite my tears. He seemed so eager to make me happy. “Georgi, you are deluding yourself. Your parents will never agree to this.”
“Then we’ll leave Russia. We’ll live wherever you wish.”
“And what of your obligations? You are to become the Koldun.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my hair, “I cannot live without you, Katiya.”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his chest. “And I cannot come between you and your family.”
George sighed. “I’m not giving up, Katiya. Don’t give up on me.”
I pulled away to look up at him. “Georgi—”
Before I could say another word, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I had been kissed only once before, and it had been nothing like this. His lips fit mine perfectly. We belonged together. Something inside me uncoiled, filling my body with a strangely wonderful sensation. I placed my hands on his chest and felt his heart beating wildly. My heart was beating just as fast.
Growing dizzy, I kissed him back. The uncoiling continued, the sensation getting stronger and stronger.
George groaned against my lips and started to pull away.
It was my dark magic. My cold light had been set loose and was wrapping around the grand duke. His face drained of its color and warmth.
I was killing him.
With a cry, I tore out of his arms and tried to get out of the carriage.
“Katiya! Wait!”
I couldn’t look at him. Sobbing, I climbed out and ran down the lane.
I didn’t know where I was headed, but I ended up by one of the fountains in the Upper Gardens.
“Katiya!” George caught up with me, his breathing ragged. “Katiya, look at me.”
“Don’t you see? I almost killed you! I couldn’t bear it if I hurt you.”
He took me in his arms once more and I sobbed on his shoulder. “Won’t you have a little faith in me?” He took my chin and lifted my face so I could see the silver light in his eyes. “I am to be the Koldun,” he said with a confident smile. “I think I will be safe with you.”
“You’re not taking me seriously.”
His smile faded. “Give me a year. Give me a year to prove to you that we belong together. That your darkness won’t blot out my light. Promise me.”
I could already feel the cold light rising inside me again. I couldn’t take any chances. I couldn’t trust myself not to hurt him. I kissed the tsar’s son on the cheek and whispered, “Je promets.”
I turned around and walked all the way to my family’s villa without looking back.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
The grand duchess Miechen was dying. She was bleeding heavily from the miscarriage of her twins. Even Dr. Badmaev was worried that he would not be able to save her. My mother stayed at her bedside for two weeks, giving the grand duchess the herb-laced potions the Tibetan doctor had prescribed for her. I stayed at home to take care of Papa and my brother.
Princess Anastasia of Montenegro married my uncle George of Leuchtenberg, and Princess Militza of Montenegro married my cousin Grand Duke Peter Nikolayevich. The double wedding had taken place secretly during the confusion immediately surrounding the battle with Konstantin. The couples had left on their wedding trips and the Montenegrin king and queen had swiftly returned to Cetinje with their son. The tsar’s friendship with King Nikola turned frosty when he heard about Danilo’s ascension ritual and Militza’s new position as ruler of the St. Petersburg vampires. He would not be willing to discuss any treaties with her when she returned from her honeymoon.
I breathed a sigh of relief, praying I would never have to see the Montenegrins again.
Papa found me in Maman’s parlor, staring out the window into the courtyard. The roses were just beginning to bloom: deep crimson reds and the palest pinks. I’d brought several of them inside to fill the parlor with their heavy scent.
“Katiya, you have been moping around this house for too long,” Papa said. “There will be other handsome young men to catch your eye. I believe the crown prince’s proposal was only the first of many for you.”