Rebel's Honor(57)
Both Axel and Tao shoved past Felix and bolted through the egg-shaped archway into the darkness. Running hard, Tao led the way to where Lynx had vanished. Axel pulled out his flashlight and, shining the light on the black walls, turned full circle. He could see no place where she could have disappeared. "Are you sure this is it?"
"Yes." Tao flung open the door to the shortcut out of the maze. It opened into a deserted chamber. "We were about to step through, and then-nothing." Panic laced Tao's words. "How is it possible? People can't just vanish."
Jaw clenched, Axel gritted out, "I don't know. Let's split up. Start searching." Without waiting for a reply, he jogged farther along the passage, shouting Lynx's name.
"Message me if you find her." Tao set off in the opposite direction.
After hours of fruitless searching, not just by him, but dozens of guardsmen finally called in to help, Axel returned to the place where Lynx had disappeared.
In the dancing light of his torch, he saw a dark bundle lying in the passage. Swearing with a mix of fear and hope, he broke into a run and then dropped to his knees to investigate.
It was a woman.
How she had gotten there, he had no idea. Hand shaking, he brushed blond hair away from her face. Lynx. Sighing with relief, flashlight gripped in his mouth, he used one hand to stroke her face while his other probed for her pulse. She was pale with a slow heartbeat but seemed otherwise unharmed.
"Lynx," he called gently. "Wake up."
When she didn't stir, he put the flashlight on the floor and lifted her head, resting it on his arm. Mouth gaping, her head lolled to one side, so he lay her back down and placed both hands on her heart, ready to start resuscitation.
"Axel? Is that you?" Her voice sounded tremulous, but relief flooded through him.
"Who else?" He picked up the flashlight, bathing himself in ghostly white light so she could see him. "Must you be so dramatic, Princess? Everyone else just gets lost in here. They don't fall over their feet and faint."
Lynx struggled, so he helped her up, supporting her against his arm. After a day of worry, it was so good to be holding her again. She looked up at him, and he thrilled to spot color returning to her face.
"Is that what you think happened?" Lynx's voice sounded stronger, so he allowed his clenched muscles to relax for the first time since his father had woken him that morning.
To avoid hinting at his own troubles, Axel kept his voice light. "Tao said you vanished. There one minute. Gone the next." Axel rested his forehead against hers. "You had us worried, Lynxie. Care to tell me what happened?"
"So Tao didn't lock me in the room?"
"What room?" Confused, Axel shined the light around the dark walls. He wondered if she meant the chamber on the other side of the shortcut. But then, how would she have gotten here? "This is a maze, not a series of apartments."
"The one with the mirrors."
There were no mirrors in that room. Axel frowned, concerned again that she had concussed herself when she had collapsed. He gently rubbed her head, looking for bumps, but found nothing obvious. Even better, she leaned into his kneading fingers.
"There are no mirrors in here, Lynx. The whole idea of this place is that it's dark, with narrow passages designed to confuse."
"Oh. Are there informas with Dreaded in here? I think they're called holograms." She searched his face with her crystal-blue eyes.
"No, the labyrinth is horrible enough without them. Even my father accepts that." He rocked her from side to side, like a child needing comfort.
She didn't object.
"Or that's how it used to be." Axel couldn't stop the bitterness bleeding into his voice. "But given how things have changed over the last twenty-four hours, I could be wrong." When she didn't reply, he said again, "Tell me what happened. Please."
"Axel Avanov saying please? Never thought I'd live to see that happen. But it's been a very strange day." Lynx shifted, moving out of his embrace.
He hated letting her go, but he didn't want to cause her further stress.
She sat back, studying him in the dim light, as if seeing him for the first time. "You're wearing your uniform. What happened to the casuals?"
"Duty called."
"Oh. So, who is Chenaya invading? Norin?"
He gave her a rueful smile. "Lynxie, I hate to break this to you, but Norin fell a few centuries ago. We've already had this discussion." When she scowled at him, he added, "It's Lapis's turn. They've sided with Treven against us, so I'm leading an invasion force there as soon as the wedding celebrations are over."
Lynx looked mournful. "Lapis? That's sad. I used to love visiting the markets there."
He had no problem with the Lapis campaign. "That's what happens when you get in the way of Chenayan objectives."
"Avanov objectives," Lynx corrected.
He had more important concerns right now than arguing politics with Lynx. He shrugged and changed the subject. "I'm leaving Stefan here to watch over you while I'm gone. Please put your annoying hatred of all things Chenayan aside and befriend him and Malika. They'll help you keep out of trouble."
Lynx's face became a blank mask. "Mott saw us kissing. He must have had other cameras in my room."
"I know. My father woke me early this morning and told me he had put them there last night. I'm sorry." He brushed her face with his hand. "That's one of the reasons I wanted you to have breakfast with me, to tell you. But stubborn as you are, you refused me. I hate it when you do that."
"Refuse you?" Lynx smiled. "Get used to it." Then her face clouded. "How am I supposed to live with all these cameras? How do I even dress, knowing I'm being watched?"
Even in the low light, he saw her face pale and her body shiver. He took her hand in his, holding it possessively. "It's very simple. Tell Lukan you refuse to marry him, and I will protect you from both him and Mott."
"Like last night?"
He should have seen that coming. He smiled self-deprecatingly. "Definitely better than last night." Jokingly, he added, "There are no cameras in my apartment."
She pulled her hand away, so he changed tack.
"Come on, Lynx, you and I are one of a kind. We belong together. As I've already said, you're totally-"
"Wasted on Lukan. You've told me all this, Axel." Lynx paused, her brow creasing with a contemplative frown. "How well do you get on with Tao?"
Surprised, Axel replied, "Very. He's another person who'll make you a good friend."
"Could you imagine yourself sinking a hand axe into his head?"
The air oomphed out of Axel's lungs, but he willed strength into his muscles to stop from crumpling before her. "How do you know about that? What happened in the labyrinth?"
"Then it's true. You want to kill Tao. Why?"
"I don't want to kill Tao!" He grabbed her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him. "The whole idea is ludicrous. It would be like killing my sister, and I'd rather take a thousand quarrels than let anything happen to her."
It was Lynx who now crumpled, leaning against him. "You admit you discussed the idea?"
"Yes." He looked at her expectantly. "How do you know about it?"
"I-I saw a . . . a"- Lynx winced, looking embarrassed-"a vision when I vanished. It was all very unclear, but I got the impression you axed Tao."
Axel hissed, shocked his father had shown such a hologram to Lynx. Worse, he didn't like his part in it. "Thanks for your faith in my integrity. It must have been a hologram, so don't let it upset you."
Lynx looked anything but convinced. "Tell me why you want to kill Tao."
Axel shined the flashlight up and down the passageway, ensuring they were alone, then leaned in close, whispering, "That idiot Lukan attacked Mott this morning, so now Mott commanded me to kill my cousin right after the last wedding celebration."
Lynx's eyes grew to the size of the two full moons currently hanging over Cian.
"That's not all. Mott's now so paranoid, he thinks Tao plans to kill him, too, even though that's crazy." Axel decided not to add that his own life was also in jeopardy if he didn't murder his cousins. That knowledge would put undue pressure on her, and he wanted her to choose him because she wanted him, not because she felt compelled by threats.