When I lost sight of them, I turned to Lahn to see his head tipped back and his eyes were on Zahnin.
“Take her to our rooms. Lock her in. She is attended by no slave and no wife and keep the animal from her. Do it now,” Lahn ordered, stood and stalked down the steps while I blinked after him.
“Come, my golden queen, now,” Zahnin demanded firmly and slowly, dazedly, my head turned to him.
His arm was extended to me.
I looked back where Lahn had disappeared and I felt my chest rise and fall with my rapid, deep breaths.
Whatever was wrong wasn’t over. And I had the distinct feeling, even as bad as that was, the worst was yet to come.
So I stood without the aid of Zahnin, straightened my shoulders, kept my head held high and I walked to Zephyr.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Reveal
I paced Lahn and my bedroom, my sarong flying behind me and I did this for a long time. It could have been an hour or it could have been five of them.
It felt like five.
I didn’t even have Ghost with me and as the time slid by, my adrenalin surged, as did my agitation. I was so freaking out, I was stuck in my head and I didn’t cleanse my face or even take off my crown of feathers.
I just paced or walked to one of the four windows and tried to see what I could see in the torchlit streets.
I could see nothing.
So I paced more.
Lahn had locked me in our rooms.
Locked me in our rooms.
He didn’t look at me, he didn’t speak to me, in fact, although he said he believed me and made threats to defend me; he didn’t look or speak to me at all during his confrontation with King Baldur.
He could do this, and had before, when he was in king mode but with where I was now, I knew this was something else. Something not good. In fact, so not good, it was bad.
And that King Baldur had known me. He’d said he’d known me since I was six.
What was that all about?
But I had a feeling I knew. I knew about pirate ships and kings. It was all coming together.
I was in a parallel universe and there was another Circe here, one who looked just like me, one who was not here now.
And King Baldur had called her his enchantress.
So maybe she held magic, knew she did, could manipulate it and maybe it was her who had transported herself out of this world and to mine, sending me here.
If she knew how, after being seized by pirates and then Korwahk scouts, she would. If she knew of their practices in Korwahk and what awaited her while she waited in that corral, she’d do it. I knew it.
Sending me here.
Good God.
And knowing this, she’d never want to come back. She could have no clue that Lahn would be who and how he was. She would only think she’d escaped a nightmare.
Which meant, since my magic wasn’t at my command but at the whims of my emotions, I couldn’t get back to explain things to my father, my friends, to say good-bye and certainly there would be no visits back and forth.
I was stuck here forever and now I wasn’t certain that was good.
The door opened and Lahn walked in. It closed behind him and I heard the bolt thrown home, just as it did when the silent Zahnin had escorted me in; just as the doors to the bathing pool had been bolted seconds later. There were no doors that led to the balcony around the courtyard from our dressing room and bathroom-ish type room.
I’d been imprisoned.
“Lahn –” I began as I started toward him.
I stopped when he lifted a hand palm out and growled, “Do not near me, my queen.”
Uh-oh.
My heart squeezed and my stomach clenched and both hurt… a lot.
“Lahn,” I whispered.
“I will fill you in on the parts you missed,” Lahn stated, crossing his arms on his wide chest and planting his feet apart. “After my punishment was delivered on this Geoffrey for his insolence at attending a selection and talking to my queen without my leave, he returned with haste to his king. Once there, he reported that the Dax had installed his golden Dahksahna at his side, heralding the rise of The Golden Dynasty.”
I nodded when he stopped so he continued.
“Upon reading the description of my queen, King Baldur recognized her as his own personal sorceress. A woman who had been born displaying great powers therefore as a child she was seized by Baldur so she could be at his command. A child who grew into great beauty. Therefore, he used her magic and her body at his whim.”
Oh God. Poor other Circe now in my world.
Lahn went on, cutting into my thoughts. “Clearly, his sorceress did not enjoy his attentions or her forced service. Some time ago, she escaped. She sought to put distance between herself and her king but her vessel was set upon by pirates in the Green Sea and she was later apprehended by Korwahk scouts. Nevertheless, when Baldur heard you were here, he spared not a second in amassing his soldiers and he moved on Korwahk.”
He was calling her “she” which meant he knew she was not me.
“Lahn –” I started.
“Quiet,” he whispered.
“But –”
“Quiet!” he thundered, leaning into me, his raw energy filling the room and I instantly had trouble breathing.
I also got quiet.
He stared at me and I held his stare. I did it fighting back the tremors that threatened to consume my frame but I did it.
Finally, he spoke and he did it quietly. “You are not she.”
It took me a second to get the courage to shake my head but I did.
He stared at me again. Then he whispered, “I do not know what you are.”
I held my breath as the pain sliced through me because he said that like not only did he not know what I was, he questioned whatever that was and he suspected he would abhor it when he found out.
I didn’t hear it, my focus was in that room, but outside a light rain started to fall.
When he spoke again, the pain came back, tenfold.
“What I do know is that you are far more powerful than I suspected. You have bewitched me with your beauty. You have manipulated me through months of deception. You have tricked me with your skilful mouth and body to siring a child on you, you, a creature unknown. A changeling.”
That hurt so much, I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “Lahn, baby, please listen to me.”
He jerked his chin up. “You will be heard but I will warn you, Circe, this will be your only opportunity to be heard so you had better make whatever you say convincing.” I stared at him when he finished by commanding, “And you will not speak your soft names to me when you do it.”
I swallowed as I took that hit and my mind reeled.
He was the king of a primitive, savage horde and what I had to say to him would not go over well, I knew this. I knew. Hell, if I told someone in my world what was going on they’d think I was crazy and be justified in that belief.
But I had no choice. And I knew, looking at him, I should have told him well before now, of my own accord, not as his command. I didn’t know if that would have gone down better but I should have tried.
“I am not of this world,” I whispered my admission.
“I am aware of that, Circe,” he replied swiftly then asked, “Do you take this shape from another?” When I blinked at his question he clarified, “What is your true form?”
I shook my head and held out my hands. “I don’t take this shape. This is me. This has always been me.”
His jaw went hard and his stare started glittering.
He didn’t believe me.
I sallied forth. “I… I woke up in the pen with the other women of the Hunt. I went to bed at home, in Seattle –”
“Seattle is a nation that does not exist, my queen,” Lahn bit off. “Do you not think when you told me this was your homeland that I would not confer with those who had travelled widely? None of them have heard of this Seattle.”