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Authors: Katie MacAlister

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Terrin’s jaw worked up and down a couple of times before he could speak. “The Sovereign does not concern itself with the doings of Abaddon.”
“No?” Alec pulled Cora into his arms, his mind preoccupied with the lush curves of her body, with her scent, with the beat of her heart. He let her see just how much he wanted her, needed her, at that moment. Awareness flared in her eyes, and she swayed against him, wordlessly offering herself.
“It is out of the question. Wholly out of the question.”
“It would be a worthy cause,” Alec murmured against Cora’s temple as he breathed deeply.
“The Sovereign does not get involved with mortal concerns. It leaves that to the vessels.”
“Ah, but this is not a concern that deals solely with mortals.” He kissed the line of her jaw, leashing the overwhelming hunger that rode him so hard. “You yourself said that if the three Tools were brought together, they could be used to devastate the mortal world.”
“
Mortal
world,” Terrin emphasized.
“And what—” He paused just long enough to claim Cora’s sweet, sweet mouth. “What is to stop someone from using the combined Tools against the Court? Or, for that matter, the Sovereign itself?”
Cora giggled into his mind.
You’re devious, do you know that? It’s a good thing that he can’t read your mind like I can, or he’d never believe this bluff. The idea of you threatening to destroy heaven—honestly, Alec, how can you even say what you’re saying to poor Terrin with a straight face?
I’m not bluffing,
mi corazón
.
He caught her gasp in his mouth before lifting his head to meet the gaze of the seneschal.
“Down that path would lie destruction for many,” Terrin said slowly, his gaze calculating.
“It would be preferable to the alternative.”
Alec, you’re . . . you’re . . .
Insane, yes, I know. But it’s the only way to save you, Cora. You can’t stop being a Tool of Bael, and although I can protect you to a certain extent now that we’re Joined, we will live our lives looking over our shoulders. Do you want that?
No, but—
We must eliminate the source of the threat. We must destroy Bael. We have no choice. And since I can’t do that by myself, we’re going to need help. The only being powerful enough to do so is the Sovereign.
“But . . . why don’t you just wait until we get Diamond out, and then you can use all three of us against Bael?” she asked, stroking his chest in a way that left him growling with desire. “Surely that would be easier than trying to blackmail the Sovereign-who-isn’t-God?”
“I would if it was possible, but I am a Dark One. By my very existence I have a tie to Abaddon. It’s impossible for me to destroy that to which I owe my existence.”
“Well, then, someone else will have to do it,” she said, obviously distressed. His heart swelled with love at the thought that she was worried the Sovereign would be angry at him. No one—not in all the long centuries of his life—no one had ever worried about him. “Kristoff . . . oh, I suppose he can’t, either. Pia, then.”
“Pia does not have the knowledge to defeat a premier prince. She would not be able to control the power of the combined Tools. No, my love, there is only one being who can topple a premier prince, and we must simply point out that it must do so, or risk its own existence.”
“You’re threatening to use the Tools against heaven, but you couldn’t against Abaddon? How can you do that?” Cora touched his face in such a gentle expression of love, it almost unmanned him.
“I have no ties to the Court,” he said with a grim smile, fighting the need to feed from her, to make love to her, to hide her away where no one but him could ever feast their eyes on her. She was his, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
She would have argued more, but Kristoff and Pia arrived at that moment, in possession of a sleek black car.
“As you do not need me for the summons, I will go and speak to the mare Disin regarding your request,” Terrin said with a long look at Alec. “I will return here in an hour. That should leave us time to rescue the vessel.”
Terrin disappeared into the evening just as Eleanor, bored with window-shopping, wandered up.
“OK, what did we miss?” Pia asked some minutes later as they were driving out of town, heading for the caves. “And don’t ask me how I know we missed something, because Cora looks stunned, Terrin looked sick to his stomach, and you, Alec, you look like the cat who’s gotten into the cream. Spill.”
“I look charming,” Eleanor added with thinned lips at Pia.
“Yes, you do, very charming,” she hurriedly added.
Should we tell them?
Cora asked as she leaned into Alec.
Yes, but not until we are private.
She looked surprised for a moment; then her gaze slid over to where Eleanor sat on his other side.
Oh, you don’t want her knowing?
I’d prefer not, no.
Gotcha. And I agree. I think we need to watch out for Eleanor,
Cora told him, as Eleanor had looked oddly interested during the discussion concerning the Tools.
I swear she intends on paying us back.
Perhaps. She seems sincere in her desire to return to the Underworld.
Yeah, but what’s to stop her from wanting a little payback before she goes?
We shall see. Do not worry about the situation, Beloved. I will not let her harm you.
 
Fortunately for Cora’s friend, it took a short time to reach the cave area.
“That sign says that the cave is closed to the public,” Pia said, pointing at a sign headed with GROTTE CHAUVET-PONT-D’ ARC.
“It is,” Kristoff agreed, stepping off the path and pushing his way through the undergrowth.
“Then how are we going to meet the . . . oh. Side door, huh?”
A metal door set into the wall of rock was unlocked, by arrangement with the lichmaster. Alec allowed Kristoff to go ahead while he took up the rearguard position.
“Do we need a rear guard?” Cora murmured as he gestured for her to go in front of him.
He couldn’t help but glance at her ass. “Yours will if you keep wiggling it at me like that.”
She giggled, but stopped him, her eyes warm with concern.
Now, Alec, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me if you get panicky inside. I’m not claustrophobic, myself, but my mother is, and I remember how she used to have panic attacks whenever she had to go into our tiny little basement. There’s no shame in feeling nervous in a cave, you know.
He debated telling her that he wasn’t the least bit claustrophobic, that he was more concerned with walking into a situation where he couldn’t defend her properly, but decided he enjoyed the feeling of being coddled.
I assure you that you’ll be the first to know if I panic.
Good.
She gave him a bright smile and a pat on the hand, which she changed into a quick kiss before hurrying off the metal walkway after the others. Lights had been strung in this part of the cave, along with long black cables that snaked across the floor, no doubt there to bring electricity and air down to the lower depths, where the cave art was located.
The low echo of voices reached them as they followed the walkway, emerging in a small, low-ceilinged room. A half-dozen wooden crates were stacked tidily along one side of the room, lighting equipment leaning drunkenly against them.
Cora took his hand, her fingers gently stroking his as a tall, thin black woman clad in an orange down vest and hard hat popped up out of an inky hole on the far side of the room.
“Oh, good, you’re on time. I can’t tell you how annoyed I get with groups who don’t understand that my time is very valuable these days. If you think it’s easy to convince people that a union is really for their benefit, well, you’re wrong. You must be Christopher.”
“Kristoff. I take it you’re the lichmaster?” Kristoff asked, eyeing the woman with open disbelief. If anyone looked less like the sort of person who controlled liches for her own end, it was the woman before them. She had close-cropped hair and wore a faded blue T-shirt that read
Liches Are People, Too
. “Erm . . . did you say union? ”
“Yes, I’m Jane Woodway, the head of the Liches International Union. The union encompasses the first liches to organize themselves into a group dedicated to the preservation and betterment of their members. I am not a lich myself, but I am wholly dedicated to their cause. We also fight for higher wages—well, actually, any wages, since liches seldom receive compensation for their services—health benefits, education, and job placement. It’s our goal that one day all liches will stand in such a way that members will no longer be used and abused. We will reign victorious over those who would subjugate our lich brothers and sisters!”
Jane’s voice rang out with fervor, echoing off the low stone ceiling.
“Er . . . yes.” Kristoff pursed his lips for a moment while they all considered the lichmaster.
“I like you,” Eleanor told her.
Jane eyed her. “You are an unbound lich, yes? Would you like to join the union? We have need for many helping hands.”
“I would, but I’m expecting to go back to my hour soonish,” Eleanor answered. “Although it does seem like a worthy cause. What sort of work do you need done?”
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about Web sites, would you? We’re trying to start a social network for liches called Lichbook, but our Web person got sucked up by that fiendish Brother Ailwin, and we haven’t had time to replace her.”
“Lichbook, hmm? I might be able to lend a hand with that,” Eleanor allowed before turning to Alec. “I still expect you to find a way to send me home, if I do stay for a bit to help out this nice woman.”
He bowed. “I will do all that I can to make you happy, Eleanor.”
She snorted in derision, but said nothing more, leaving him hopeful that they might be able to have a little respite to take care of more troublesome problems before tackling hers.
She’s not what I expected,
Cora told him, squeezing his hand.
You’re not panicking, are you?
Not yet, no. Thank you for asking, though.
OK, good. Just let me know if you need me.
He thought the day would never dawn when he wouldn’t need her, but luckily, she was too involved in watching the union lichmaster to chase his thoughts.
“Now, if you’re quite ready, I’d like to get the summoning done, so I can get back to my members. We’re planning a rally to be held in Monte Carlo next month, and you wouldn’t believe how far off track the planning committee has gotten. Liches,” Jane confined to Cora, who stood nearest her, “are absolutely horrible when it comes to organization.”
“Are they?” Cora asked. “Then it’s good they have you.”
“Yes.” Jane beamed at her. “It is. Shall we get started? ”
Alec had seen a few ceremonies over the centuries, but never one to effectively steal a lich from one master to another. He assumed there would be a certain amount of ritual, however, and he wasn’t mistaken.
Jane began the ceremony by asking Pia for some personal belonging of Ulfur’s.
“I’m afraid the only thing we have is this,” Pia answered, pulling out a small wad of yarn.
“Yarn?” the lichmaster asked, looking askance.
“No, it’s Ulfur’s horse. A very nice Summoner taught me how to bind spirits to things, so we bound the horse to this so we could bring him here. Ragnor, we need you now.”
Cora scooted closer to him as the ghostly horse appeared out of nothing, bobbing its head up and down a couple of times before it tried to take a bite out of Kristoff.
“Don’t even think about it,” the latter told the horse, who just laid back his ears and snorted.
Is that what I think it is?
It is.
Cora whistled to herself.
A ghost horse. OK. Horses can be ghosts. Don’t you think I’m handling this really well, Alec?
I think you’re acclimatizing yourself to the Otherworld very well, yes. Are you, by any chance, the one who is freaking out?
No! Not over a ghost horse.
Cora looked at Ragnor as the horse snuffled her front. She put out a wary hand to pat it, but her hand passed right through its neck.
OK, maybe a little.
He put an arm around her, kissing the top of her head.
You have nothing to fear, love. I will not allow anything, mortal or immortal, to harm you.
You know, that sort of an attitude could be cloying and very annoying.
But you understand my need to protect you and cherish you,
he said, making it a statement and not a question.

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