Siren's Call (39 page)

Tessa’s cheeks reddened. “It’s still true. In their minds, a happy life is worth more than a long one.”

He looked at her, wondering if she remembered the words she’d told him earlier, in the cell. He did. He’d never forget the moment she admitted she loved him.

But was it true, or something she’d said in the heat of emotion? People under stress often said things they didn’t mean.

His gaze found hers. He hoped she remembered. And he hoped she meant the words. “That doesn’t seem so far-fetched.”

Breaking their gaze, Tessa rubbed her cheek. “I know.” She looked around, drinking in every detail. “This is how I imagined Ishaldi would be.”

Kenneth studied her thoughtfully. Without really thinking about it, he put a hand on hers. He squeezed. Just a little. “You’re not locked down yet, Tess.”

Her expression suddenly softened. To his surprise, she squeezed back. “I am,” she admitted in a low voice meant only for his ears. “You just don’t know it yet.”

What?
Kenneth looked at her closely.

But there was no time to think about it.

Several Mers delivered platters heaped with food. While he recognized some of the fruits, the first thing he noticed was that they didn’t limit their diet to raw seafood. An animal that looked vaguely like a snake had been skinned and roasted.

Atheia held a dish toward him, indicating he should serve himself. “Please, have your fill.”

Kenneth gingerly selected a piece. He took a polite bite. The meat was chewy, but flavorfully seasoned. “I thought the wildlife had died out here,” he said after he’d swallowed.

A Mer with black hair nodded. “Most wild game has died out, and we try to preserve the little that remains. Most of our food comes from the water. What you are eating is eel from the reservoirs.”

Kenneth blanched, trying not to pull a face. Food was food and he should be grateful he was getting a meal. He’d feel a lot better on a full stomach. “Tastes okay.” Finishing off the first piece of meat, he reached for a second. He was hungrier than he thought and the eel didn’t taste that bad.

“Our world would have a chance to survive if the queen and those who worship her would stop draining our natural resources,” the woman added with a frown.

Atheia nodded. “Kallixeina speaks the truth.”

Concentrating on his meal, Kenneth shook his head. “Queen Magaera told us the virus was unstoppable.”

Another Mer with black hair stepped up. “It is unstoppable because they choose to make it that way.”

“Kleio’s right.” Tessa munched her own selection, something that looked like a cross between an apple and a pear. “The sickening is the result of psychic burning,” she began to explain. “In an effort to make themselves immortals, some Mer have begun to eschew the physical. They take in energy, but return nothing. Minerals form the basic framework of all life. Drain them away and everything dies. Stone begins to disintegrate, soil becomes sterile, plants and animals die. The viruslike disease killing Ishaldi are the Mer themselves.”

“It is D’ema, the death magic,” Kallixeina added. “And it is forbidden to use.”

Kenneth thoughtfully chewed his meat. “Then why don’t they simply stop?”

Everyone looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Such power is a disease itself,” Atheia said slowly. “And now that the sea-gate is open again, the human world is vulnerable to Magaera’s hungers. Soon, she and her army will go forth to continue the old war. Once they regain freedom in the seas, they will glut themselves.”

Kenneth glanced at Tessa. The more he found out about the Mer, the worse the news got. He found it hard to believe such beautiful women could belong to such a vicious and destructive race.

As if able to read his thoughts, Tessa nodded slowly. “During the war between humans and Mers, Queen Nyala had to choose the human world, or her own. She chose yours.”

Kenneth swallowed down the lump building in his throat. The food he’d consumed sat like lead in his gut. The remainder of his appetite vanished. “Why would a queen turn against her own people?”

Tessa indicated the women and their mates. “Because Nyala, too, saw value in peace between our races. Her council would not let her end the hostilities. Her own life was in danger and she saw only one way out.”

Kenneth nodded. “I can see how that would be lucky for us,” he said, pushing away the leftovers.

Guilt flashed across Tessa’s face. “And then I came along and ruined everything.” Her hand settled on his arm, fingers digging tight. “With Jake’s help, Magaera’s legions will swarm the oceans. What they can’t conquer, they’ll kill.”

Kenneth’s shoulders slumped. Oh, shit. He’d completely forgotten about Jake Massey. “It would be just like that bastard to want to set himself up as a god.”

Until that moment the men hovering in the background had been unusually silent, letting the women do the talking. Now one broke free from the group, stepping forward to speak.

Unable to understand the language he spoke, Kenneth shook his head. “I didn’t catch what he said.”

Kallixeina translated. “My breed- mate says we must stop Queen Magaera from vanquishing the land of his ancestors.”

Kenneth didn’t have to think about it. “Any reasonable man would say that.”

Kallixeina gave her man a fond smile. “His reasons are stronger than most. For most of his life, Cydros has been a slave, a lesser in our society. Under Queen Magaera he has no rank and no rights. He may breed only a lesser woman because he is considered an inferior to mate with a Mer female. His son or daughter will also be a slave, and their lives will not be their own.”

Kenneth understood. “I couldn’t imagine living the life of an inferior. I’ve been treated like one and I didn’t like it.”

“Then you understand why we battle Magaera,” Atheia said.

He nodded. “Of course.”

Tessa put a hand on his shoulder. “Queen Magaera now has control of the sea-gate.”

“That makes sense. With Jake advising her, she’s probably got that thing on lockdown.”

Tessa pulled a deep breath. “There’s more. They’re going to try to get us home. But we only have two very slim options.”

He didn’t like the sound of that one. “Which are?”

She gave him a long, searching look. “One, we win and get to live.”

Kenneth clearly saw the conflict in her face. “And two?”

She grimaced. “We lose, we die.”

Atheia looked at them both, her face taking on a drawn, grim expression. “Out here in the dead lands our numbers are still small, yet undetected by Magaera and her council. To fight we will need every person able to command a weapon. But once we step out, we will all be revealed. Every last one of us. There will be no place to run, no place to hide.”

Listening to her speak, cold awareness rushed over him. Though her even, neutral voice had betrayed nothing, he had a sneaking suspicion that all hell was about to break loose.

And we’re right in the middle of it
.

Kenneth looked at the small band of people around him, human and Mer. Somehow, amid the violence and devastation rolling through their world, they’d managed to carve out a reasonable semblance of life. Their world was torn by the strife of civil war, as many realms were, but they’d clearly managed to survive the conflict. Perhaps they would have flourished, given time.

But time had been taken from them when Tessa opened the sea-gate. Magaera and her ilk now had access to an unlimited source of energy—energy that would surely increase her power a thousand times over. She would also be goaded on by a man who would show her the ways of the human world—and how best to rape its almost limitless resources.

Magaera had the potential to become a god. First she would reclaim the seas. Then she would strike out for land.

And the world would crumble under her fist.

“If you’re asking me to fight,” he said evenly, “I’m in.”

T
he Mer rebels kept their weapons hidden belowground, deep inside a series of limestone caves that had once been part of a reef laid down by an inland sea millions of years ago. A rabbit warren of tunnels twisted off in various directions.

Men and women, human and Mer, worked together, preparing for the conflict ahead. Everyone was serious, concentrated in their efforts.

Kenneth examined the dagger he’d been given. “Is this all you’ve got?”

Cyntheris nodded. “Yes.”

He grunted and turned the weapon in his hand, trying to get a feel for it. The short, etched-silver blade glittered in his grip, sharp and deadly. A series of strange runes were incised in the steel. “I guess it will have to do.”

Cyntheris looked at him, a quizzical expression crossing her features. “Do you no longer have blades in the human world?”

Kenneth frowned. “Oh, we’ve got them. Definitely. It’s just that our weapons have advanced to the point where a man can take down hundreds with a single weapon.” No reason to mention the bombs and the hundreds of thousands those could demolish. The Mer didn’t need any encouragement.

He braced himself, wondering if he could actually use the blade. Though he’d owned a gun before Jennifer’s murder, he’d fired it only on a practice range. He’d gotten rid of it soon after her death. It would have been nice to have the 9 mm now. Self-defense was a concept he definitely grasped and approved of. He’d already made up his mind to fight. And he had to be prepared to follow through.

It was kill or be killed and Kenneth didn’t intend to be the one doing the dying.

Cyntheris lifted her arm, showing the Ri’kah she wore. “We can do a bit of damage with these.” Leveling her crystal-powered weapon, she aimed toward a nearby rock. A few quick laserlike blasts sped through the air. The rock disintegrated into dust.

Kenneth raised a brow, impressed. “Nice.” He pointed at the Ri’kah. “Now if only we had a few dozen more of those.”

Watching from behind them, Kallixeina smiled. “Unfortunately, those are reserved for the queen’s guard. The rest of us must make do with the primitive weapons.” She cut the sword she held through the air. “But it will still send a head rolling.”

“If you can get close enough to wound them,” Kleio snorted.

He cocked his head. “I’ve seen a bit of Mercraft. Why do you even need weapons when you can move things with a simple thought?”

The Mer women around him laughed.

Kleio stepped up to him and lifted her hand. “I will show you,” she volunteered. “Raise your hand.”

Kenneth did. “Like this?”

Kleio pressed her palm against his. “See if you can move my arm.”

Tongue going into his cheek, Kenneth nodded. Of course he could move her hand. He was bigger and naturally stronger than a woman. “Okay.” He pushed.

Kleio’s hand didn’t move. “Harder.”

He pushed harder, but the Mer didn’t budge. “I can’t.” His hand dropped. “What did you do?”

Kleio laughed. “That is what I am trying to show you about Mer-magic. When a Mer goes against a Mer, if both are equally strong, neither really affects the other. I could throw out a bit of energy, but my enemy could easily shield herself or try to turn it back on me with a spell.”

“I think I understand the concept now.”

She arched a brow. “Do you really?” She suddenly karate chopped Kenneth’s hand at the wrist, taking the dagger out of his hand. In a flash she retrieved it, coming up under his chin with the sharp edge. “Make an enemy of a Mer and she will give you no mercy.”

Kenneth’s heart hammered against his sternum. Tension raced through him. He’d not only been checked; he’d been mated. Kleio could have slit his throat before he had a chance to draw a breath.

It was a lesson he clearly needed to learn.

Fast.

Kenneth pulled in a breath to slow his pounding heart. Damn. She was fast. “I think you win.”

Those four words eased the tension. Everyone laughed and relaxed again.

Kleio drew down the blade. “I am sorry to have to do that to you.” She flipped the dagger in the air, caught it by the blade, and offered the hilt to him.

More than a little embarrassed, Kenneth retrieved his weapon. “That’s okay. It’s something I needed to know.” Better to nurse his wounded male pride in the company of friends. He had a feeling Queen Magaera’s defense force wouldn’t be so forgiving.

Cyntheris’s gaze swung to his face. “You have to be a little faster and trickier than your enemy. Those serving Queen Magaera are trained to be utterly ruthless with their power. They know all the ways to bring death and will not hesitate to use them against us.”

Kenneth looked at the tall, blond Cyntheris. She definitely stood out among the rest of the darker- haired, and in some cases, darker-skinned Mer. “Tessa told me you helped get us out of the cell. But aren’t you one of the ones they consider part of the elite?”

Cyntheris paused a moment in thought, then replied, “I am, but that does not mean I do not see the folly of their ways.” She indicated a dark man working to sharpen several spear points. “Brison is my husband, though few know that truth. We must conceal our union because he is not acceptable as a Breema for a Mer of my status and rank.”

Kenneth sneaked a glance at the strong, barrel-chested man. He had curly black hair and skin the color of dark toffee. Brison was handsome, a real stunner. He was the kind of man that made women pant. “And he’s not acceptable because of his looks? That’s all that makes him inferior?”

“That is all.” Cyntheris frowned. “In order for me to take a mate, I must apply to the queen’s council and wait for a suitable male to be chosen from the breeding pool.”

“One they consider genetically perfect?”

“Yes.”

Sperm donor? That raised his brows. “And the Mer want one uniform look, which they consider to be perfect?”

The blond Mer regretfully nodded her head. “Somehow the old ways have become so terribly twisted.”