The cold, manipulative smile curled across my features, familiar and welcome. It felt good, having some power again. Surprising someone. Showing my cunning.

“I’ve been keeping a little secret of my own,” I said.

23

With a wink, I plunged a hand down the front of my corset to draw out the necklace I’d been carrying, warm and heavy, since London. The silver links were tarnished, but the stones danced in the dappled light of morning. The birds went still in the trees, and I imagined their wise and hungry eyes captured by the glittering diamonds and topazes that so resembled the heart of the glacier that was rumored to have spat it forth like the will of the ice gods.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Shut your mouth before a crow flies in, darling. It’s a necklace.” I smiled, showing Keen the sharpness of my fangs. It was gratifying, giving her yet another reminder that while I’d been tame enough on the ship, we were in my world now.

“How long have you had that?” Casper asked quietly.

“I pulled it out of the suitcase on the way to Reve’s.”

“And when were you going to tell us?”

“When I had to.”

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In a flash, he was across the clearing and in my face, lips pulled back and exposed teeth mirroring mine. “All this time. All these stupid risks. We could have bought our berth on a safer ship. We could have kept Keen away from those lechers and you away from danger and me . . .” He ran a hand through his hair, and I noticed that his nails were sharp and going narrow. “Dammit, Ahna! I sold my harpsichord for you. I played an out-of-tune box on a ship while old men nailed whores beside me on the bench. You could have fixed it with one damn stone off your fancy-ass necklace.”

“It was a last resort,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe for you.” One finger poked me in the chest, right over my heart. “Maybe the rest of us already gave everything we had. You wouldn’t be here without us. And you’ve never apologized for any of it. Not once.”

“I . . .”

I faltered. What could I say to that? He was right, of course. Part of me wanted to screech at him, the spoiled princess so sure of herself and her place. The necklace was mine, my birthright. What was the point of risking it before absolutely necessary? And wasn’t it the saving grace now, the one sure thing we had left? And who was he to judge me? Every step toward Minks, whichever direction it was, was a step further into my world and closer to the country I planned to rule.

And yet.

I shifted uncomfortably. In my hand, the necklace was too heavy, and I let my arm drop to my side. Without really meaning to, I let the chain slip from my fingers to dangle in the air above the ground.

Dear Aztarte. This feeling. This awful, heavy, suffocating feeling. This sensation that made me want to run, to hide, to crawl away. Could it be . . . guilt?

“I’m sorry.” The unfamiliar words tasted heavy in my mouth.

“Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it,” Casper said.

I held up my hands with a bitter laugh, one harsh note. “I’ll only say it once. Look around you, Casper. We’re in a forest, surrounded by hidden enemies, creatures of blud and monsters on two feet. We can’t tarry here. We must march, my darling. To Muscovy and to Ravenna’s blud. The faster the better.”

He stilled, as he sometimes did, as if gears were turning in his head. “How do you do that?” he muttered. “Just when I think I’m going to tell you off, you go and say something extraordinary.”

I could read him now. The way he was rubbing his eyes, his sigh. I was winning him over, so I pressed harder. “What’s done is done. We have what we need now. Can we just put all that behind us and start from here?” I pulled the necklace back up and let it run through my fingers, the big stones catching the sun and sending sparkles over the tree trunks. “I bet one of the little stones could get us separate sleeping cars on the train to Muscovy.”

Keen watched, her eyes gone sharp. I could almost see her tallying figures as she thought of what even the daintiest gems could buy for us now. Here in the forest, surrounded by giant trees and bloodthirsty unicorns, we were still closer than we’d ever been to our main goal.

“I get my own room, a new shirt, and all the hot food I can eat,” she finally said. “And when you’re the queen, I get a pony.”

“Deal.” I held out my hand and was glad when she shook it without wincing.

Before I knew what had happened, Casper had swept us both into a tight, messy hug. The swoop in my heart wasn’t all that different from the one I’d felt the last time we’d been this close—when we’d jumped out of a moving airship. I realized he had let go of Keen and was hugging me even closer. I surged toward the crush of skin, the press of cloth, and a mouthful of his unruly hair.

“Are you guys done?” Keen asked, voice flat.

I pulled away, breathless. My eyes met Casper’s, and I could sense his response, so similar to mine, in the dancing fire of his blue eyes. We were on the ground, we were alive, and we were on the road to victory.

“Let’s go, then,” I said, turning to hide the blush in my cheeks. I supposed that meant I was forgiven, and my heart felt oddly lighter for it.

Casper took the lead, and we hurried to match his stride.

“I saw Minks when we were in the air, and I’m pretty sure we can make it there in a couple of hours.”

I looked from tree to identical tree. “How can you possibly know where it is? Where we are?”

“I’m not completely incompetent, you know.” He held up a compass with a grin.

“There go my dreams of wandering the woods until you and Keen collapse from exhaustion so I could drain you without complaint.” I tried to put some of my old viciousness into the words, but even I could hear that I’d failed. It was strange, liking Pinkies for reasons other than the availability of their blood. I hoped the train and our arrival in Muscovy would reignite the predator within. This soft, this easily affected, I’d never be able to face off with Ravenna and survive.

“Cheer up, princess. There are worse things than not eating your friends.”

He nudged my shoulder with a dimpled grin, keeping pace with me as we wove among the old trees. Keen had disappeared from sight, but I could still smell her, lingering behind us. The unicorn fight and its heady blood had worn off, and I was on edge. It made me excited but nervous, being near the blud world and my people. I couldn’t help getting in at least a little bit of teeth.

“Do you two have any idea what we’re walking into? Minks and then Muscovy?”

“I’ve seen all of Sangland, a bit of Franchia, and the big cities of the mainland. But never this far east.”

The low chuckle I gave then was meant to warn. “In Sangland, there’s balance between Bludman and human. In Franchia and the mainland, the daimons keep things light and playful. But over here, once things get cold . . . you’ll be nothing more than at best a servant and at worst a midnight snack. Outside the palace, your kind has less footing than pet hounds. Staying on my good side is your only hope for getting out of here alive.”

“But won’t it help that I’m a halfblud?”

“You’re an abomination. They’ll want to murder you in ugly ways before they eat you. Out of spite.”

“And Keen?”

“She’s an appetizer. Hardly enough for two to share. But that won’t stop them.”

I could feel the anger rising in him, smell the heat of his blood boiling. I smiled. Finally, he was taking me seriously.

“Funny that you failed to mention any of these circumstances when we were planning this trip,” he said. “Never once did you say, ‘Oh, hey, by the way? You’re going into a very dangerous country where unicorns will stab you and barons will suck your blood.’ ”

“You never asked. And you never requested permission to bring Keen along. She wasn’t part of the deal, you know. Besides, I assumed that everyone has had lessons in history and geography.”

“Yeah, but my lessons were on Russia and the USSR,” he growled.

I caught the smell of meat and spun around. Keen ambled behind us on the trail, chewing on a shred of dried animal flesh.

“Put that away. The smell carries.”

She grinned, bits of brown stuff stuck in her teeth. “Can’t you just kill anything that comes after us? Even the unicorn was scared of you.”

I snatched the meat out of her hand and stuffed it into her jacket with a stern look. There was so much that these two soft little Pinkies didn’t know about my world, and I wanted them to come out on the other side mostly alive.

“We need to get out of the forest and into the city in time to catch the train at dusk. Fighting bludbears takes up valuable time. That food of yours reeks.”

“And what if we don’t make it by nightfall?” Casper asked.

“Then you won’t make it,” I answered. “Something worse than unicorns will find us, if we don’t freeze to death first. This is an unforgiving land.”

Casper took the lead of our party, checking the compass every so often. There were no paths, just thick trees that barely let in golden fingers of sunshine. Keen was already shivering, and it wasn’t even noon yet by my counting. I was grateful for my natural resistance to cold, and I supposed Casper felt something similar, as he shrugged out of his big coat and wrapped it around her. She was far too short, and the hem scraped the ground, but at least she stopped trembling and throwing off more scent than was necessary.

We didn’t speak much, and I was grateful for the silence. Noise would draw undue attention, and I was too confused in my own feelings to stay alert to our surroundings. I couldn’t get over Casper’s admission about the fairy-tale land from which they had come. Could it be true that there were other worlds than Sang? That Casper wasn’t just a debauched musician and a halfblud fallen to ruin but also a traveler from another world entirely? I was growing used to the idea. My curiosity was piqued by the thought that he could be something more than he seemed. I had been taught to look for value in others only as related to politics, court intrigue, and the price of a throne or a favor. Liking him was the worst kind of rebellion.




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