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Right. No more free info. And no way could I get hold of Carlson’s papers on my own— ‘Hey, Gold Cat. Any chance of you getting those papers for me?’
Gold Cat lifted its head, gave me another copper-eyed stare, then rose gracefully and padded out of the cave without a backward look.
‘I’ll take that as a no, then,’ I muttered.
Viviane let out a pleased sound and moved three cards.
I went back to my salt sprinkling . . . and learned that even closing the circle with salt didn’t negate its magic. Frustrated, I chucked the empty salt container at the back of the cave, sighed, sat down, and arranged the chain so it didn’t touch me. I looked at Viviane. ‘What’s the deal, then?’
Chapter Fifty-Two
‘Let us see, bean sidhe.’ Viviane tapped another card. ‘You want to be released from that circle. You want to help your troll friend with his rescue of the victims. You want the satyr safe.’ She gave me another sharp-toothed smile. ‘And you want the last card in the tarot reading so you know how to release the fae’s fertility from the pendant. That card, however, is not part of this agreement, since it is already under contract.’
Left unsaid was that she could fudge the timing of the card’s appearance, to make it less helpful than it might be. But as for the rest, she’d got it spot on.
Viviane shifted a card from the top of one line to the bottom of another. ‘I also get a touch of precognition with the cards. For instance, when it comes to your negotiations with the Emperor, I might be able to help you.’
Help me, or you?‘What sort of help?’
She frowned, moved another card. ‘I’m not able to say exactly. It seems I might have a conflict of interest.’
‘What does that mean?’
She shrugged. ‘Exactly what I said. Some things I can help you with. Others would negate another bargain I have already made.’
‘Who with?’
‘You know I can’t tell you that,’ she said chidingly.
It was an easy out. Though that probably didn’t make it any less true. And my suspicious ante
‘No,’ she shouted, throwing her hands up in horror, her cards flying round the cave like a flight of panicked garden fairies. ‘Just a small agreement to help each other out the best we can, nothing more, bean sidhe. I do not want the magic involved in this. That is how I ended up enslaved to the cards in the first place.’
I blinked, surprised at her words, and that she’d admitted it. But it also made me happier to go along with her small agreement; it meant no unpredictable consequences for either of us. Of course, it also left a greater chance of loopholes to wiggle out of.
‘So what doyou want?’
She clasped her hands in front of her. ‘I want you to get the kelpie to give you the tarot cards as a gift then, at a time and place of my choosing, I want you to burn the cards to ash and transfer ownership of the ashes to the person of my choice.’
She wanted her freedom. With the chain and collar round my neck, I could relate. ‘If I agree, you’ll help release me, help save Fi
‘With no harm to you or yours from me, yes. I can’t guarantee what others will or will not do.’
Hmm. Nice qualification for a small agreement. But then loopholes could work both ways. Transferring ownership of the tarot cards was one thing, but she hadn’t said it was to be an unrestricted transfer.
‘Then we have ourselves a small agreement,’ I said. We both held our breath in case the magic decided to chime in of its own accord. Sometimes it can be tricky like that. After a long, thankfully, chime-free minute, we both relaxed. ‘So what happens now?’
Viviane gave me a pleasant smile. ‘We wait.’
‘For what?’
‘Your white knight to appear, of course.’
‘Who the hell is that?’
‘Someone who can release you.’
Crap. She wasn’t going to tell me. I narrowed my eyes. ‘Thought you were going to help?’
‘Incorporeal.’ She waggled her hands. ‘I can look, but not touch. That collar needs someone with opposable thumbs and magic.’ She flashed me her sharp-toothed smile again. ‘But I’ve got it all organised, no need to worry.’
She’d got it all organised? Figured. But then she’d already known I was likely to end up chained in the ash circle. After all, she’d shown me that big grey and black cat on the Moon tarot card, and warned that the beasts were coming for me. Just enough information that I couldn’t call her on it. I was the fool for thinking she’d meant the Emperor’s werewolves. Shame on me.
Forty-odd minutes later, during which I impatiently (and ironically) watched Viviane play Patience, I was pacing the ash circle and rattling my chain like a trapped animal, or the recently condemned.
I stopped as a bellowing noise came, followed by two more. Swamp-dragons on the hunt. And not too far away, judging by the pitch. Viviane lifted her head, focused warily on the cave entrance.
More bellowing. Eager and excited. The swampies had sighted prey.
A loud, angry roar rolled through the air, sounding like the cat roaring on the Moon tarot card. The roar came from right outside the cave.
Gold Cat? Or some other shifter?
I clenched my fists, pacing the circle and listening to the cacophony of noise: growls of warning, the swampies’ excited bellows . . . a sharp yelp of pain followed by a long, breath-holding silence . . . then Gold Cat was backing through the entrance of the cave dragging a body behind it—
Fi
He was scarily still.
Heart thudding with fear, I slapped my hands against the circle’s invisible wall, shouting at Gold Cat to bring him near. Gold Cat hauled him right to the edge of the ash circle and, sides heaving, let him drop. He fell on his front, face towards me. His shirt and trousers were ripped and mud-splattered, with a distinct whiff of swampie sulphur. His hooves were rough, his hair matted, his long curving horns bloody, and cuts and bruises marked his cheek, jaw and what I could see of his back. He’d been in a fight; the purple colour of the bruises suggesting it had happened hours ago. There was a deep scratch on his forehead, more recent judging by the fresh blood still trickling. I slapped the circle wall again, but still couldn’t breach the ashes.
‘Viviane,’ I shouted. ‘Do something. He’s hurt.’
She held up her hands and shook her head. ‘Sorry. Incorporeal, remember.’
Fuck. I kicked the circle, straining to grab its magic, then stopped as Gold Cat snarled and spat at me as if to say, ‘Get back!’ Hope springing in my heart, I watched as it swiped its tongue over Fi
I dropped to my knees, reaching out to grab him, but as my fingers closed over his wrist, Gold Cat leaped over him and the ashes and vanished in a cascade of golden stars.
Magic exploded inside me, desperate heat spreading through my veins, throbbing between my legs. I tightened my hold on Fi
‘Gen?’ he murmured. ‘Thank the Gods. I thought . . . killed . . . worse.’
I wanted to tell him how ecstatic and relieved I was to see him alive, wanted to find out how hurt he was, wanted to ask him what had happened, wanted to tell him I was fine, wanted to get him to take the damn collar off, wanted us to escape. Wanted to tell him about the magic driving me. Wanted to warn him. Wanted to stop it. Instead, I took his face in my hands and thrust my magic into him, exalting as the muddy-green in his eyes flickered emerald and he reached up to grip my arms.