should have known she might be able to heal herself, Wax thought, going down on one knee beside the eerie pattern of blood drops that seemed to outline a body.
“It’s not done, then,” Marasi said.
Wax brushed the drops of blood, frozen to the ground. He’d spent the last eighteen months trying to save this woman. And when he finally had, she’d killed him.
“It’s not done,” he said. “But in some ways, that’s better.”
“Because your sister isn’t dead?”
He turned toward Marasi. It seemed that despite hours in this frozen place, the cold had only just reached inside of him.
“No,” he said. “Because now I have someone to hunt.”
31
“Wax, you gotta see this!”
Wax tipped his head back, bleary-eyed. These bunks were not particularly pleasant, but at least the airship flew in a calm, smooth manner. That was nice, as the skimmer had always felt as if it were one gust of wind away from plowing nose-first into a hillside.
Wayne hung halfway out of the room’s large window.
“That window opens?” Wax asked, surprised.
“Any window opens,” Wayne said, “if you push hard enough. Look, you’ve gotta see this.”
Wax sighed, climbing up and leaning out of the window beside Wayne. Beneath them, Elendel spread out as a vast sea of lights.
“Like rivers of fire,” Wayne mumbled. “Look how it follows patterns. Rich areas more lit, roads all in lines. Beautiful.”
Wax grunted.
“That’s all you can say, mate?”
“Wayne, I see this basically every night.”
“Now, that there, that ain’t fair. You should feel guilty.”
“For being a Coinshot?”
“For cheatin’ at life, Wax.”
“How about I feel appreciative instead?”
“Suppose that’ll do.”
Wax settled down on his bunk, then pulled on his boots, doing the laces. He ached like a man beaten senseless. He wished he could blame the strain of the last few days, but he’d held the Bands of Mourning and had been healed completely.
That meant these aches came merely from sleeping a few hours on this bunk. Rusts. He was getting old. Upon considering that, however, he found that mortality didn’t frighten him as it once had.
“We should get up to the bridge,” he suggested, standing. It had been a full day since they’d left the mountains. They’d stopped at a town to telegraph ahead at Wax’s insistence, then waited until the next night to fly the rest of the way. He had had no intention of bringing a massive flying warship anywhere near the city without at least giving warning first.
Jordis had been amenable, once he’d promised her supplies for their trip home in repayment. Marasi worried about the captain, he knew, but he had looked into the woman’s eyes behind the mask. She was a soldier, a killer, despite her claims of hers being a simple trading vessel.
She knew. Wax had held the Bands. He could have swept the Malwish away and stolen their ship without a second thought. Instead, he’d given in to Steris’s compromise. Strong words notwithstanding, Jordis realized she’d gotten more out of this deal than she had any reason to expect.
Wayne joined him outside their room, and they stepped aside as a few wearied airmen passed. He couldn’t see their faces, but could read a world of emotions from their hunched backs and subdued speech.
“They’ve been broken,” Wayne whispered, looking over his shoulder as the airmen continued on. “Ain’t fair what happened to these folks, Wax.”
“Is life ever fair?”
“It has been to me,” Wayne said. “More than fair, I reckon. Considering what I deserve.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Wax asked.
“What?”
“You used a gun, Wayne.”
“Bah, that was a shotgun. Barely counts.”
Wax rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
Wayne shrugged. “Guess my body figured, ‘What the hell?’”
“I thought it meant you’d forgiven yourself.”
“Nah,” Wayne said. “I was just real mad at your sister.”
“You knew, didn’t you?” Wax asked, frowning. “That she’d heal?”
“Well, I didn’t wanna kill someone in cold blood—”
“That’s good, I suppose.”
“—but there weren’t no fire around to light her with first.”
“Wayne…”
The shorter man sighed. “I saw the metalminds peekin’ outta her sleeves. Figured, if you’re gonna give yourself one power from a Feruchemist, you’d wanna be able to heal. I ain’t gonna kill your sister, mate. But I didn’t mind makin’ her jump a bit, and I needed MeLaan’s spikes.”
Wayne’s gaze grew distant. “Shoulda stayed there, I suppose. To stop her from runnin’, you know? But I wasn’t of sound mind, so to speak. I thought you were dead, mate. Really thought it. And I kept thinkin’ to myself, ‘Would Wax kill her for real? Or would he give her another chance,