LOGINJaceIt worried me more than the Alpha's nose did. I'd started telling myself the familiarity would help. Sera and I had always been easy with each other in the old days, cool and good, two clever people who recognized each other across a room full of people who weren't. I'd let myself believe that would carry. Sitting at that table with her eyes coming and going off me, I understood I'd miscounted. The woman across from me could end Blackwater's chances with a single quiet word in her husband's ear. She could refuse. She could stop the Alpha lifting a finger. She could, if she decided I was more trouble than I was worth, point a thousand Northern wolves down the mountain and there wouldn't be a Blackwater left to save, and it would cost her nothing.For one warm idiot second I thought about laying it out right there, while Fenris was full and easy and liked me. Raising Blackwater at the table, letting the Alpha's good humor do some of the work. I killed the thought before it finish
Jace"He asked you a simple question. You didn't have to be rude about it."Fenris considered his sister's hand on his, then her face, and there was no anger anywhere in him, only a kind of delighted bafflement that she'd struck the Alpha of the North over a southerner at a feast. "What? He does smell like a human." He spread his hand, appealing to the table, to Sera, to the air. "I'm not being cruel. I'm telling the man what my nose tells me. He's got the human world all over him.""It's the years," I said, because there was no use letting it sit. I kept it easy, kept my hands open on the table. "Five of them, in their cities. You live in that long enough, it gets into everything. Their soaps, their smoke, the stuff they put in the water and the cloth and the air. I stopped being able to smell it on myself a long time ago." I lifted one shoulder. "I'd take it as a fair complaint if I knew how to wash it off. I don't, anymore."That landed better than the question had. Fenris studied
JaceThere was nothing polite about how the hall ate.I'd been to dinners that cost more than some of the packs I'd seen, rooms where a man could starve waiting for the third fork to be cleared, and I'd learned to move through them without showing I was counting the exits. This was the opposite of all of that. Long tables down the length of a hall built for it, fires roaring in two stone mouths, whole haunches of full lambs brought out on boards and torn apart by hand. No ceremony to the eating itself. They ripped the meat off the bone and washed it down and laughed with their mouths full and reached across each other for more, hundreds of them, loud enough that I had to lean in to hear the people beside me.Mina had me near the head of it. Fenris sat at the top with Sera at his side, and Mina and I were close in, a place of honor I understood the weight of and tried not to look grateful for. Across from us sat the elders, the high houses, the ones Mina had walked me past earlier in
Jace"Inn."He went to the waist, the chest. He didn't stop. He lowered himself until the rolling water closed over his shoulders and then his throat, and he sat down in it, submerged to the neck in a basin throwing steam off its own surface, and he held still.His skin began to change. I made myself watch it, because looking away seemed more dangerous than looking. The red came up first across his shoulders and the back of his neck, the flat angry red just like when meat is dropped in a pan, spreading down into the water and up his throat to the line of his jaw. A finer thread of steam lifted off his wet hair, separate from the steam off the water. He was being cooked. I'll tell it plain, because there's no soft way to set it down. A living man sat in water hot enough to take the skin off my arm in a second. The heat did to him what heat does to flesh. His painted eye stayed open, fixed on nothing. He never moved. He never made one sound.The shaman walked the rim of the basin aroun
JaceMina dressed me for it with the care you give someone who doesn't yet understand he should be afraid.She'd come to my room before the light was full, a bundle of dark wool over her arm, her hair bound back off her face, severe, nothing like the woman who'd been teasing trader stalls a day ago. She laid the clothes on the bed, took in the southern coat I'd put on out of habit, and shook her head."Not that. Wool. You'll be standing out in the cold a long time." She worked the fastenings at my throat herself, brisk, her hands sure on them. "And listen. Whatever happens out there, you have to remain composed, don't make a sound. I know I've said it before, but I'm saying it again because you won't want to do any of it when the time comes.""You're not selling it well.""I'm not trying to sell it." She smoothed the wool flat against my chest and stepped back to take in the whole of me. "There. Now you look like you might belong here. From a distance. In a bad light."I wanted to ask
JaceShe'd gone still. Not frightened still. The other kind. She had the bowl of stew in her two hands, absurdly, the thing she'd carried out of the kitchen to feed me, and she set it down on the nearest bench without a glance at it, and she straightened, and something came up in her that I'd been waiting our whole reunion to see arrive."He asked you a question, Taya," Mina said. "Which of them was coming for my arm. Go on. Tell the hall."Taya's mouth opened."No." Mina took a step into her. "You don't get to answer that one, because we both know the answer, and it's that you put your hand up to hit me in front of forty people who watch everything and forget nothing, and not one of them stood for me. He did." Her voice wasn't loud. It didn't have to be. The whole hall had gone to glass around us. "You want to talk about what people are. Let's. You're the daughter of an elder. I'm the daughter of a slave. You've never once let me forget it, my whole life, every room, every doorway,
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Lyra"Tell the girl to step into the room," he said."Leave her out of this," I said. My voice came out as a pathetic, raspy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to find some spine. "She didn't do anything. It was my idea to come in here.""Tell her to step into the room," he said, his eyes going d
LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heavi







