Blood of the Underworld(93)

Night came again, and Zusa still hadn’t returned. Nathaniel once more tried to sleep alone in his room, but this time he heard monsters scratching, and every shadow bore a blade. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his face into a pillow, but then they were all around him, stepping closer, mouths drooling, claws reaching. Zusa wasn’t there to protect him. His mother’s guards weren’t about to rescue him. It took all his courage to pull down his blankets and look, and no matter how many times he saw his room empty, he knew without a doubt they were there.

At last he’d gotten up and left. He felt like a thief sneaking through the dark halls, but at each corner stood a house guard, looking somber and dangerous in the lantern light. They watched him as he passed, and it made his skin crawl. At his mother’s room, he stopped and gently pushed open the door with his arm.

“Mother?” he called out. At first, nothing, then louder, “Mother?”

“I’m here, Nathan,” she said, and he saw a feminine form lean up from the pillows.

Nathaniel curled his shoulders together, and he grabbed his stump with his other hand, as if he were cold.

“I’m scared,” he said. The question within was implicit, and his mother heard it well.

“Come here,” she said. “The bed’s big enough.”

He climbed up and then crawled forward until he reached the top. His mother’s arms wrapped about him as he curled against her and lay his head on a pillow. Immediately he felt his fears ebbing, and his exhaustion clawed at him with pent up fury.

“Getting too big for this,” Alyssa said as she moved to give him room.

“I’m sorry.”

She kissed the back of his neck to show she wasn’t angry. Nathaniel shifted and slid his legs underneath the blanket.

“Mom...when is Zusa coming back?”

For a long while she did not answer.

“I don’t know,” she said at last. Nathaniel closed his eyes, glad to be safe from the monsters, glad that he could rest. Still, the question nagged at him.

“She is coming back, isn’t she?” he asked.

An even longer pause. His mother sniffed, and he realized she was crying. It made his stomach queasy, and he pulled himself into a tighter ball to fight the uncomfortable feeling growing in his chest.

“I hope so,” his mother said. He felt her fingers brushed against his face, lovingly touching his features with her fingertips. “Gods, I hope so.”

He didn’t know what to say, but he wanted to comfort her. He wanted to make her feel better.

“I hope so, too,” he said.

He closed his eyes and slept. Come the morning, he awoke to find himself alone in the bed. Feeling embarrassed, he slid out from the blankets and hurried back to his room to change. On his way there, he passed by his grandmother’s room. The door was cracked open, and he heard voices from within. The past two nights had left him wary, and something about the hushed tones made him slow. Pressing against the wall, he peered inside to see Lord Gandrem talking with his grandmother. Melody sat on the bed, and he could just barely see her hands as they gestured along with her words. John stood before her, arms crossed. His face was turned away, so he could not read his expression.

“I cannot leave my lands unprotected,” John was saying. “Surely between Stephen and your daughter, the house guards are sufficient.”

“They aren’t,” Melody insisted. “Alyssa lost so many, and is yet to rehire, instead focusing on repairing her mansion. She puts her faith in that strange woman, Zusa. I don’t trust her, John. I just don’t. And Stephen’s guards are loyal only to him.”

John sighed and looked away, right toward the door. Nathaniel’s breath caught in his throat, and he pulled back and pressed himself tighter against the wall. Counting to five before peering in again, he saw his grandmother had stood and put her arms around John’s waist.

“My lands are tame, and my steward is a good man, and runs my affairs well,” he said. Nathaniel could hear weakness in his voice, a bending of his will toward his grandmother. “Are you really so sure we need more men to protect us? What of Lord Kane? They say Victor has done much to make the city safe.”

“I’m scared, John,” Melody said, pressing tighter against him. “I came back from such a dark place. I don’t want to be scared anymore. Victor can’t be everywhere, and those thieves are like rabid dogs. You saw what they did to our mansion. They’ll come again. They’ll come, with torches, with daggers, with...with...”

She buried her face into his neck, and as she shuddered, John wrapped his arms about her.