ARC 7-Cursed Fates-72
The hotel is in an uproar when I return.
Crashing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night is sure to rouse the floor. A servant screaming after finding dead bodies on the stairwell is sure to rouse everyone. I can hear the panicked conversations and entitled shouting from the street. The lobby is a whirlwind of activity, as people bombard the poor bastard manning the front desk with questions and others hurry to leave, disregarding their modesty as they walk amongst their peers in their night clothes.
Few take notice of in the chaos and those that do give strange glances. They quickly turn away when I et their gazes. I don’t know if it’s my scorched clothing, as my shirts aren’t nearly as durable as I am, or sothing in my eyes that gives them pause but the crowd unconsciously makes space for to pass.
The closer I get to my floor, the louder it gets. My mood becos gloomier the closer I get to the epicenter of the drama. By the ti I arrive and see Marcella standing outside of Jac’s room with two n beside her and Talia blocking the way inside, I’m in a thoroughly bad mood.
“Lou, what—"
“You don’t get to ask questions yet,” I snap as I stomp past her. My eyes are focused on Talia, flicking over her appearance.
“All is well and everyone is fine,” she answers before I have the chance to ask, soothing so of my bad mood.
“Go inside,” I tell her. The sight of her disappearing behind the door and the soft click of the lock being engaged soothes further. I know she can handle herself but having our flower fighting, for herself or others, rubs the wrong way. I’ve spent too much ti with that elf. Her strange ideas are infecting . Sothing about everyone playing their proper role feels good.
I can hear her calming down Jac as I turn to face Marcella. There’s no trace of her usual charm as she stares down and her expression is cautious. The two n beside her are grave and somber. Once is trying to hide his anger, but his eyes give him away. Suppose he doesn’t appreciate not treating his lady with the respect he feels she deserves.
“I was attacked by a group of fourteen individuals,” I state in a slow, controlled manner. Marcella isn’t the enemy and I don’t want to treat her like one, but it’s not easy. Right now, everyone feels like an enemy. “Do you want to tell how fourteen assassins can sneak into your hotel under your nose?”
Marcella’s lips twitch in distaste. “We are investigating—"
“Investigating?” I step forward, using every bit of my height to give my glare extra power. To her credit, Marcella’s expression remains placid. If she’s intimidated, she hides it well. Sothing that increases my opinion of the rchant, but it doesn’t show through my irritation. “How can you be investigating if you’re standing here bothering the targets of these idiots? You know who’s behind this. Go badger them and let us get the sleep that was rudely interrupted.”
“Believe , Lou. We are talking to all involved parties. I promise, the guildmasters won’t be sleeping until I get answers. But for to find those responsible, I need your cooperation. Please help .”
She bows her head and the n beside her stiffen. I sneer at them. Marcella is doing everything she can to diffuse the situation, but they are not helping. Their body language is screaming their intention to commit violence on her behalf and my fingers twitch with the instinct to act first, eliminate the threats before they can cause any harm.
“You can co in. I have to explain the situation to Jac anyway. Your guard dogs can wait outside.”
Marcella raises her head with a smile. “Agreed.”
“My lady—"
“You will wait,” she says without bothering to face the guard who spoke and his mouth closes, lips pressing into a frown. “Fetch us so tea, the Lady in White. Lou, after you.”
I let out of huff of a breath before opening the door to Jac’s room. I wave for the rchant to proceed, flashing the two guards a smile full of intentions before closing the door on their twin glares.
Inside, Talia is perched on the end of Jac’s bed while my cousin paces beside her. She’s changed from her sleepwear into simple clothes, the boots on her feet proclaiming her readiness to flee into the night. My heart clenches in sympathy at the sight. Jac’s been through enough. I wanted to shelter her from this. With all of my strength, I should have been able to. But I hesitated. As Kierra said, who will fear a dragon pretending to be an exotic lizard? No one, until it starts breathing fire.
“Lou!” Her voice is filled relief and exasperation, but she keeps her distance, staring at Marcella curiously.
“Forgive for the late intrusion,” Marcella says, ignoring the awkwardness of her entrance as she casually strides over to small desk in the room, turning the chair in front of it so it faces us before sitting down. “There was a small incident in the hotel and I need to ask everyone a few questions.”
I nod when Jac looks to and she relaxes. After a mont to evaluate her options, she decides to take a seat next to Talia. “So?” she asks, once she’s comfortable, but I notice her boots stay on. “What’s going on?”
That’s my cue. “…best I start at the beginning. Which ans we need to talk about what happened before I went north.”
I explain everything. Starting with the night Howie bribed to act as security while he negotiated with the guilds and how said negotiations broke down. How Sara ca to us a hysteric ss in the middle of the night crying that the half-goblin had been kidnapped and the guards weren’t doing a damn thing about it. How we rescued him, killing several hunters and a guildmaster in the process. And finally, how their revenge led to the March and the consequences of that particular tradition.
Soti in the middle of my explanation, there’s a knock on the door. I pause to answer it and find a young boy holding a tea tray. The guards are still in the sa places, their glares instantly finding . I resist the urge to do sothing petty as I take the tray. Talia stands as I set it on the desk and serves everyone as I get back to my explanation. Jac takes the cup but otherwise ignores it, entirely focused on my words.
The explanation concludes with what happened tonight. “When their ambush failed, they tried to escape, using the other guests as distractions. I wasn’t keen on letting them get away so we chased them into the streets. I don’t know what happened to the four still in the hotel.”
“Fen says they retreated but remain in the hotel,” Talia helpfully supplies before taking a sip of her tea, clearly unfazed by the situation.
“I’ve already ordered a search of the hotel, but that is unexpected. If they are comfortable remaining in the building, they must be hiding in rooms. That ans they are either guests or receiving help from guests, either through cooperation or coercion,” Marcella whispers, just as calm as my flower as she analyzes the situation.
Jac is decidedly not calm. Her expression is stricken, a deep fear in her eyes. “Fucking saints, Lou. What in the soul-sucking Abyss are you involved in? Knights of the north marching on Quest? You do know that if that happens—"
“It’ll look like Victory is declaring war on the kingdom and could incite civil war? Yes, I’m not an idiot.” Why do you think I’m trying so hard to conclude these negotiations quickly and with a minimum of loss?
“This is ridiculous,” she grouses. “Soone from the palace should be here. Maybe a royal advisor. Or one of the princes.”
“Because the royal family are such trustworthy individuals,” I say, the sarcasm in my tone so thick it practically drips from my lips.
Jac throws her hands up. “I wouldn’t trust the king as far as I could throw him when it cos to our family, but this isn’t about us. The whole saints damned kingdom is at risk. Sobody more important than us should be handling these negotiations.”
“Sobody more important?”
“Don’t look at like that. You’re out of your depth, Lou. The assassins are evidence enough of that. You’re a summoner and a good one, but what the hell do you know about negotiations? There are people who train for this, who dedicate their whole lives to it. You need to step aside and let soone more qualified handle this before you get yourself kill—"
“Enough!” I snap, cutting her off. I don’t know why her looking down on irritates so much. “I don’t need soone to sweep in and rescue ,” I growl. “This is sothing I have to do. We are the executors of the March. The north won’t accept outsiders settling the debt.”
“Do you hear yourself? You’re one of those outsiders.”
“I’m not.”
“Why? Because you’re sleeping with a Jas daughter? You need to cut your loses—"
This ti, I don’t use angry words. A beastly sound cos from my throat. Sothing that would sound ridiculous with my human throat, but the power of my new body gives it a depth and power that could rival any monster. Jac flinches and there’s a heavy pounding on the door.
“Lady Guiness! Is everything alright?”
“May I?” Marcella asks . Still outwardly calm but speaking softly, with the caution one reserves for wild animals that could attack at any mont. That, and Jac’s subtle fear, are gratifying. I nod to her and the rchant moves to the door, opening it to have a quiet conversation with her guards.
“Alana is my family,” I state, each word bitten off. “And as much as I’d rather not, that ans I claim the rest of those insane Victorians too. This is my business and I will handle it. Besides, I doubt the king would be willing to intercede on behalf a criminal.”
“…the succubi. Fuck.”
“Mm.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this.”
“That’s the thing. I do. Relax, cousin. I’m not the one you need to be worried about. Our would-be assassins are the ones lying dead in the streets.”
If I ever doubted that I had changed from the unassuming noblewoman of the past, the way Jac looks at as I casually talk about murdering others would convince otherwise.
User Comments
0 comments from readers