Cassandra Palmer 1(104)

«Cassie, don't do this!» Tomas looked daggers at Mircea. «He will never let you go! If you truly want freedom, help me.» I shook my head and his face grew desperate. «Please, Cassie, you can't refuse! You don't understand—Alejandro is a monster! I have begged Louis-Cesar to free me. I have told him what atrocities Alejandro has done, what he will continue to do until someone stops him, yet he refuses.»

«I can't believe he won't help you. I could try—»

«Cassie! If I could not sway him in a century of pleading, why do you think he would listen to you? Alejandro has some sort of hold over him. He has something Louis-Cesar wants and has promised it to him if he keeps me under control. I have thought about this for years and there is no other way. Alejandro must die, and therefore so must his champion.»




I looked into the fervent light in Tomas' eyes and saw that he meant every word he was saying. He might want to be Consul, but he also really wanted this Alejandro dead. For all I knew, maybe the guy deserved what Tomas obviously wanted to dish out. But that wasn't up to me to decide. «I won't trade one person's life for another's, Tomas. I can't let you murder Louis-Cesar. I'm not God, and neither are you.»



Tomas gestured violently at Mircea. «Why can't you see that he only wants to use you? If you did not have your powers, you would mean nothing to him!»

«And what would I mean to you, if I couldn't help you gain the consulate?»

Tomas smiled, and it transformed his face, making him look boyish and adorable again. Like my Tomas. «You know how I feel about you, Cassie. I will give you security and peace. What can he offer?»




I was about to point out that he hadn't answered the question, when Billy came streaming back, a small bottle clutched in one insubstantial hand. «I hope you don't need nothin' else, Cass, 'cause I'm outta juice.» He dropped the Tears in my palm, and the tiny bottle was surprisingly heavy.



I slid out the stopper just as Tomas lunged, not at me as I'd half expected, but at Rafe. Pritkin fired, but the shotgun blast was stopped by the heavy wards of the chamber and deflected back on him. His shields held, but his gun ended up a twisted mass of steaming metal and he was thrown back against the wall, hard.

«Give me the Tears, Cassie.» Tomas held out one hand; the other had Rafe in a stranglehold. «Mircea can't protect all of you at the same time, but no one has to get hurt. Help me and I'll let him go.»




I didn't have to worry about finding an answer. Tomas had, once again, underestimated the mage. I guess he thought that, with the wards rendering magical weapons and firearms useless, Pritkin couldn't be much of a threat. He found out differently when the mage jumped up, drew a cord out of his pocket and slipped it around Tomas' throat. A garrote may be crude, but it works.



Tomas let go of Rafe and Mircea didn't waste any time pushing him towards the doorway Billy had exited. Rafe had barely cleared it when the chamber's wards failed and a whole crowd of people muscled in. Pritkin yelled something and let go, pushing Tomas towards them. Mircea clutched me tight and, in the time it takes to blink, we were inside another hallway, running full out. I felt the passageway's wards slam shut behind us and got a glimpse of the scene in the outer chamber over Mircea's shoulder. Tomas was slumped on the ground, a hand to his throat, gagging. Behind him were some humans wearing enough weapons to tell me as clearly as if they'd had it tattooed on their foreheads that they were war mages. I had a glimpse of Pritkin, face distorted in a snarl as he faced them; then we rounded a corner and were in the inner sanctum.





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Chapter 14



It was a small room, maybe ten by twelve, with bare stone walls, floor and ceiling. The only light came from a pair of torches, one on either side of a rather mundane-looking metal cabinet. It looked really out of place, like something that ought to be in a modern office building, not sitting in the vault of a magical stronghold. The Consul was standing before it, as still as a statue except for her living costume, holding a small silver ball in her hand. The cabinet door was open, showing rows of shelves full of black boxes.




I didn't waste time saying hello, but splashed the contents of the bottle all over Mircea and me. As soon as the liquid hit my skin, it was like a veil had been lifted. I could See everything, each image and sensation from that other time, as clearly as if I were leafing through pages in a book. Mircea put me down and I clutched him as my feet hit the floor. The images shifting through my head gave me double vision and I was afraid I'd fall.



«We have five minutes,» the Consul said mildly, as if discussing the weather.