For whatever reason it had occurred, she resolved to enjoy the moment. Because she certainly didn’t think it would happen again.
CHAPTER 3
ACCUSATIONS AND PROPOSALS
The three days since Lorkin and Evar had been ordered to remain in the men’s room and stay there until the Speakers were all available to meet and deal with them had been surprisingly enjoyable.
“For doing what?” Evar had delighted in asking anyone who suggested that accusations or punishments would be directed at them. Nobody could say exactly what he or Lorkin were going to be accused of. Which gave Lorkin some confidence. Everyone knows there isn’t a rule or law or even an order that Evar or I have broken. If there was, I’m sure they’d have locked me away in a room on my own.
The occupants of the men’s room thought it was all very funny. Since the governance of Sanctuary was out of their reach, they delighted in any errors their leaders made – so long as those mistakes didn’t affect everyone badly, of course. They were so pleased that Lorkin and Evar had showed the Speakers up for fools that they had brought them gifts and spent time making sure their new heroes never grew bored.
Three of them were teaching Lorkin a game involving gemstones that had failed to take on any magical properties and a painted board. The game was called “Stones”, and they’d chosen it because gemstones were what he had got into trouble over.
A growing audience was hovering nearby. A few men were talking to Evar, and several more were scattered about the room, doing their usual chores or relaxing. So when the room began to quieten all of a sudden, everyone paused and looked up to see what the cause was. The men standing between Lorkin and the room’s entrance shuffled aside. Lorkin looked beyond them, saw who was standing there, and felt his heart stop beating and stomach start to flutter.
“Tyvara,” he said.
A smile fleetingly touched her lips, then she was serious again. She walked gracefully toward him, ignoring the men staring at her. Being the focus of those beautiful, exotic eyes sent a shiver of pleasure down Lorkin’s spine. Oh, I definitely haven’t got over her, he thought. If anything, the time she’s been away has made seeing her again even more exciting.
“I want to talk to you in private,” she said, stopping a few steps away and crossing her arms.
“Love to,” he said. “But I’m not supposed to leave the room. On Kalia’s orders.”
She frowned, then shrugged and looked around the room. “Then the rest of you leave.”
She watched as the men, muttering good naturedly, made their way out, and noted that Evar hadn’t moved. She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Under the same orders – but don’t worry,” he said, standing up and moving away. “I’ll stay over there and try not to listen.”
Tyvara watched, one eyebrow raised in amusement as he moved away to the food preparation area, before looking down at Lorkin.
He smiled. It was too easy to smile at her. He was at risk of grinning like an idiot. Her long dark hair was clean and the dark hollows under her eyes were gone. He’d found her alluring before; now she was even more beautiful than imagination had painted his memory of her.
I wasn’t like this when we were travelling, he thought. Maybe I was too tired …
“I guess this will have to do,” she said quietly, uncrossing her arms.
“What do you want to talk about?” he managed to ask.
She sighed, then sat down and fixed him with a direct stare that set his heart racing. “What are you up to Lorkin?”
He felt a vague disappointment. What did I expect? That she’d invite me to her rooms for a night of … He quickly pushed the thought aside.
“If I was up to something, why would I tell you?” he countered.
Her eyes flashed with anger. She glared at him, then stood up and started toward the door. His heart leapt in alarm. He couldn’t let her leave so soon!
“Is that all you’re going to ask me?” he called after her.
“Yes,” she replied, without turning.
“Can I ask you a few questions?”
She slowed, then stopped and looked back at him. He beckoned. Sighing, she walked back to the seat and dropped into it, her arms crossed again.
“What then?” she asked.
He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in months. What has Riva’s family got you doing?”
She regarded him thoughtfully, then uncrossed her arms. “I’m fine. I’d rather be out there doing some good, of course, but …” She shrugged. “Riva’s family have me working the sewer tunnels.
He grimaced. “That can’t be pleasant, or interesting.”
“They think it’s as nasty a task as they could come up with, but I don’t mind it. This city needs its waste removed as much as it needs defending, and being a slave can involve much more unpleasant duties than that. But it is boring. I may end up hating it for that, alone.”
“You should come by and visit. I’ll try to entertain you, though I can’t promise it won’t be anything more than the silly mistakes a foreigner makes in an unfamiliar place.”
She smiled. “Has it been difficult?”
He spread his hands. “At times, but everyone has been friendly, and while I never wanted to be a Healer, at least I’m being useful.”
Her smile disappeared and she shook her head. “I never thought they’d put you in Kalia’s hands, knowing that she wanted you dead.”
“They know she’ll keep an eye on me better than anyone else.”
“And now you’ve made a fool of her,” she pointed out.
“Poor Kalia,” he said, without a trace of sympathy.
“She’ll make your life hard for this.”
“She does anyway.” Lorkin raised his eyes to hers. “You didn’t expect me to try to befriend her, did you?”
“I thought you smart enough to avoid giving her excuses to stir people up against you.”
He shook his head. “Lying low and keeping out of trouble will not get me that.”
She stared at him, her eyes narrowing. “One foolish Kyralian boy cannot change the Traitors, Lorkin.”
“Probably not, if they don’t want to,” he agreed. “But it seems to me the Traitors do want to. It seems to me some major changes are definitely part of their future plans. I am no foolish boy, Tyvara.”
Her eyebrows rose, then she stood up. “I have to go.” She slowly turned and walked away. He watched her hungrily, hoping the sight of her would imprint in his memory clearly.
“Come visit some time,” he called after her. She looked back and smiled, but said nothing. Then she was gone.
Moments later, the men began returning to the room. Lorkin sighed, then looked around to find Evar making his way across to the table. The young magician sat down, his eyes bright.
“Oh, what wouldn’t I do to get under the rug with that one,” he said quietly.
Lorkin resisted the urge to glare at his friend. “You’re not the only one,” he replied, hoping the young man would take the hint.
“No. Most men here would do anything for a night with her,” Evar agreed, not picking up Lorkin’s meaning – or pretending not to. “But she’s picky. Doesn’t want to get attached. She’s not ready.”
“Not ready for what?”
“Pairing. She doesn’t want to stop doing the dangerous work. Spying. Assassination.”
“Does having a man prevent that? I can’t imagine men could prevent the women doing anything here.”
Evar shrugged. “No, but when the women are away for long stretches, and might be killed, they know it’s hard on a man. It’s certainly hard for their children.” His eyebrows rose. “Actually, Tyvara’s caution is probably because of her mother, who died on a mission when she was young. Her father was devastated, and Tyvara had to look after him. She was … oh. I think it’s time.”