“Do not insult me,” she said. “Now do what you must.”
Zusa thought to jam her dagger through the woman’s throat, but could not. Ezra was only confused, her mind twisted, her faith a noose about her neck. She stood and took a step back as her insides churned.
“I want you to give Daverik a message,” she said.
“Why would he care what you have to say?” Ezra asked, sitting on her knees.
“He will,” Zusa said. “Tell him...tell him Katherine must speak to him, and to find her along the eastern wall tomorrow night.”
Zusa turned to leave, glanced back.
“And tell him to come alone.”
“We’ll find you,” Ezra said, struggling to a stand as the wounds in her stomach bled anew from the movement. “My sisters and I will kill you for this.”
“For what, looking upon your eyes and hair?” Zusa smirked. “We Faceless saw far more of each other than that.”
With a running leap, she soared into the air, leaving Ezra far behind. If only she could leave her troubles behind as easily. Daverik’s face flashed before her eyes, so young, so handsome. Back before she’d been forced into the order of the Faceless, her name stripped away and rebranded as Zusa. Before they’d been caught together. Before her love of him had doomed her to a life as one of the Faceless.
She’d thought him dead. Thought him gone. Thought him forever out of her life.
She’d thought wrong.
“Damn you, Daverik,” she whispered as she ran back to the Gemcroft mansion. “What cruel fate is this?”
6
Alyssa had slept terribly, and gladly welcomed the daylight that shone through her window. At least she could get up instead of trying to fall back asleep. She bathed, and servants brushed her hair and helped her dress. Through it all, she keenly felt Zusa’s absence. Normally she lingered like a protective angel, but this morning, when she needed her comfort most, she was gone.
“I wish for a small meal,” she told her servants. “Just family at our table, plus Lord Gandrem.”
“Yes, milady,” one said, hurrying off to give the order.
Finally ready to face the day, she dismissed the servants and stared at herself in the looking glass. They’d done what they could, but still she saw the dark circles beneath her eyes, and how puffy her face was. She’d spent much of the night in tears, all in confusion. She felt joy for having her mother back from the dead, and at times it nearly overwhelmed her. Other times she felt terror at losing control of everything she’d built, and if she closed her eyes tight, she could almost hear invisible gears turning, the machinations of a hundred different lords and ladies seeking to use this newfound change against her. Sometimes she wished Melody had remained dead, and then immediately followed this up with shame and regret for such horrible, selfish desires.
Yes, she was very glad the night was done. The last thing she wanted to be was alone with her thoughts. She was sick of them. Exiting her room, she crossed the hall to where her mother stayed. A servant was just exiting, her head ducked low and her eyes to the floor.
“Is Melody dressed?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the servant, a pretty little thing with dark hair. “But I think perhaps she needs a moment alone...”
Alyssa dismissed her, and despite her advice, knocked on the door. No answer. She turned the knob and gently pushed it in. Stepping inside, she found her mother sitting on the edge of the bed. The image shocked her breath away. Melody wore an emerald dress that had long remained in the storage, Alyssa too short to wear most of her mother’s clothing. It looked like an image from the past, and she could almost imagine her childhood self sitting beside her, book in hand. Except tears were in her mother’s eyes instead of the smile she’d known in the past.
“Are you all right?” Alyssa asked, strangely timid in her own house.
“I will be fine,” Melody said, dabbing at her eyes with a cloth. “I just miss him, is all.”
“Father?” Alyssa asked, sliding beside her on the bed.
Melody smiled softly.
“Yes, of course,” she said. “But let us not dwell on that. Mindy said you have prepared us breakfast, so let us go. I don’t want to keep John waiting.”
Alyssa’s cheek twitched at that. John Gandrem was staying in their mansion as an honored guest, and was very much a father to her son. When Melody had introduced herself, John had seemed quite taken, and they’d talked long after Alyssa left them to retire for the night. Idly she wondered what a union between Felwood Castle and the Gemcroft estate might mean for her son. So much added wealth and land...