LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

face came alive as she recounted how she had bathed in snow-cat scent and spent weeks cloaked in snow-cat furs, pretending to be one of the animals until they allowed her to be part of their pack. In the end it was only a matter of time and the perfect opportunity to make the kill.

      “Proof that I was really a man. That I had won the right to be a man.”

      “Then perhaps you need to wear your prize,” I suggested. “Skins will not help you against that lot.” I jerked my head at the ring of guards.

      Comprehension widened the woman’s golden eyes. She gazed at the slain cat, then morphed into the Commander. Her shoulder-length hair shortened into his buzz cut, fine lines of age growing on her face as he emerged. The white furs dropped to the ground as his wrinkle-free uniform materialized. He stepped away from the skins, kicking them dismissively.

      “You shouldn’t do that,” I said. “She’s a part of you. You might need her again.”

      “And do I need you, Yelena? Can I trust you to keep my mutation a secret?” the Commander asked with a fierce intensity.

      “I came here to bring you back. Isn’t that answer enough?”

      “Valek swore me a blood oath of loyalty when I carved my initial on his chest. Would you do the same?”

      “Does Valek know about Ambrosia?” I asked.

      “No. You haven’t answered my question.”

      I showed the Commander Valek’s butterfly. “I wear this against my chest. I’ve pledged my loyalty to Valek, who is faithful to you.”

      The Commander reached for the butterfly. I stood still as he removed it from my necklace. He took a knife from the skins and sliced it across his right palm. Holding the pendant in his bloody hand, he extended the knife toward me. I held out my right hand, wincing as the knife bit into it. Our blood mixed as I shook his hand with the butterfly wedged between our palms. When he released his grip, Valek’s gift was in my hand. I returned it to its proper place over my heart.

      “How do we get back?” he asked.

      “You’re the Commander.”

      His eyes rested on the dead cat. Looking around at the ring of soldiers, he drew his sword. “We fight,” he said.

      I pulled the spear from the cat’s side, and wiped the blood on the snow. Feeling the weight of the weapon in my grip, I swung it around in a few practice moves. It was lighter than a bow, and a bit off balance by the metal tip. But it would work.

      We charged the men. The circle of guards tightened immediately around us. Back to back, the Commander and I fought.

      The men were skilled, but the Commander was a master swordsman. He had bested Valek and killed a snow cat. It was like fighting with five more defenders by my side.

      When I sunk the spear’s tip into one guard’s heart, he exploded into a shower of snow crystals that floated away with the wind.

      Time slowed as I hacked at one man after another, until finally time snapped to the present. I whirled around searching for an opponent only to discover that we had dispatched all the men. Snow swirled around us.

      “Nice work,” the Commander said. “You helped me rediscover my true self, killing off my demons.” He took my hand and pressed it to his lips.

      The wintry scene melted, and I found myself back on the bed, looking into the Commander’s powerful eyes.

      That night, Valek and I briefed the Commander on all that had happened since the Generals’ brandy meeting. Valek had Brazell interrogated, and discovered that Brazell and Mogkan had been planning a coup for the past ten years.

      “Brazell told me that Mogkan showed up at his manor with a group of children,” Valek said. “He was looking for a place to hide and he struck a deal with Brazell to help Brazell become the next Commander. Once Mogkan achieved enough power to reach your mind from MD–5, they started feeding you Criollo, Sir.”

      “What about the factory?” the Commander asked.

      “We have halted production,” Valek said.

      “Good. Salvage what equipment you can, then burn the factory and any Criollo to the ground.”

      “Yes, Sir.”

      “Anything else?”

      “One more interesting item. Brazell said that once he and Mogkan had control of Ixia, they planned to take over Sitia.”

      The next day the Commander held court with Valek standing at his right side. Brazell was brought before him to face charges. As expected, Brazell was stripped of his rank and sentenced to spend the rest of his life in the Commander’s dungeon.

      Permitted a few last words, Brazell shouted, “You fools. Your Commander’s a deceiver. You’ve been lied to for years! The Commander’s really a woman dressed as a man!”

      Silence blanketed the room, but the Commander’s neutral expression never faltered. Soon laughter echoed off the stone walls. Brazell was hauled away amid cheers and jeers. Who would believe the ravings of a madman? Obviously, no one.

      I thought about their jeers. They laughed not because the idea of a woman in power was so ridiculous, but because Commander Ambrose had a powerful presence. His frank and abrupt dealings were so honest and forthright that the thought of him deceiving anyone was laughable. And due to his beliefs and convictions about himself, even though I knew the truth, I could not think of him in any other way.

      Later in the day, I went to visit the orphanage. I found May in the dormitory. This time, happy memories followed me as I walked through the rooms used by the orphans. When she saw me, May bounced off the bed and wrapped herself around me.

      “Yelena, I thought I would never see you again,” she gushed.

      I squeezed her tight. When she pulled back, I smiled to see her crooked skirt and messy ponytail. As I braided her hair, May chattered about what had happened since I had left. Her excitement faded when she talked about Carra. And it was then that I could see how much she had grown.

      When I finished her hair, she said, “We’re going with you to Sitia!” May spun in a circle, unable to remain still. She waved toward a suitcase on the floor.

      “What?”

      “That lady from the south told us that she would take us home. To find our families!”

      A brief pang clenched my heart. Family had a different meaning to me. Valek, Ari and Janco felt like my family, and even Maren seemed like a grumpy older sister.

      “That’s wonderful,” I said to May, trying to match her enthusiasm.

      May stopped her dance for a moment. “There are so few of us left,” she said in a sedate voice.

      “Valek will make sure Carra and the others are taken good care of.”

      “Valek! He’s so handsome.” May laughed, and was so delightful I couldn’t resist hugging her again.

      Janco, on the other hand, greeted me with a gloomy face when I stopped to say goodbye. Irys, anxious to head south, wanted to be on the road in the morning.

      Ari had taken over my role of nurse, and was sitting next to Janco.

      “Whatever happened to ‘Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever’?” I asked him, quoting his message on my switchblade.

      Janco’s eyes lit up. “You little fox. Figured it out already, have you?”

      I smirked.

      “As soon as Janco’s better, we’re coming south,” Ari said.

      “And what would you do there?” I asked.

      “Work on our tans,” Janco said, smiling. “I could use a vacation.”

      “Protect

Скачать книгу