a chill settle over my brain, and a very cold, calm part of me studied the situation objectively.
“Join, hide, or die,” I said. I heard the faint echo of the Wild Hunt’s screech in my voice.
“Excuse me?” Cat Sith said.
“You have excellent hearing,” I said. “But I will repeat myself. Join. Hide. Or die. You know the laws of the Hunt.”
“I do know them, wizard. And once I have slain you, the Hunt will be mine to do with as I please.”
“The real Cat Sith wouldn’t be having this conversation with me, you know. He’d have killed me by now.”
A blow struck the back of my head, sharp, painful, but not debilitating. “I am Cat Sith. The one. The only.”
I turned my head slightly and said, “So why do I still have a spine?”
And I threw an elbow at the weight on my back. I connected with something, hard, and slammed it off me. It hit the other wall of the bridge, and I flung myself to my feet in time to see the large, lean form of Cat Sith thrash his tail and bound at me.
I ducked him, moving forward under his leap, and spun, and it left the two of us facing each other across the full length of the bridge.
“Slow,” I said. “I’ve seen him move. Cat Sith is faster than that.”
A hideous growling sound came from the form of the malk. “I am he.”
“Get me a Coke,” I snarled.
“What?”
“You heard me, Mittens. Get me a freaking Coke and do it now.”
Sith remained in place, as if locked to the floor, though his whole body was quivering, his claws sheathing and unsheathing in rhythm. But he didn’t fly at me, ripping and tearing, either.
“You see,” I said, “Cat Sith is a creature of Faerie, and he swore an oath to Queen Mab to obey her commands. She commanded him to obey mine. And I just gave you a command, kitty. Did Mab release you from her command? Did she suspend the duties of her vassal?”
Sith snarled again, his eyes getting wider and rounder, his tail thrashing around wildly.
“They got to you, didn’t they?” I said. “They jumped you back at the Botanic Gardens while you were covering my exit. Freaking Sharkface was watching the whole thing and he got you.”
Sith began quivering so hard that he was jitterbugging back and forth in place on the floor, his head twitching, his fur standing on end and then abruptly lying flat again.
“Fight it, Sith,” I urged him quietly. “It doesn’t have to win. Fight it.”
For a second, I thought I saw something of Cat Sith’s smug, contemptuous self-assurance on the malk’s face. And then it was gone. Just gone. Everything went away, and the malk stood for a second with its head down. Then it lifted its head and the motion was subtly wrong, something that simply didn’t have the grace I’d seen in the elder malk before. It faced me for a moment and then it spoke, its voice absent of anything like personality. “A pity. I would have been more useful to them as an active, covert asset.”
I shuddered at the utter absence in that voice. I wasn’t talking to Sith anymore.
I was speaking with the adversary.
“Like Mab wouldn’t have figured it out,” I said. “Like she did when you infected Lea.”
“Further conversation is not useful to our design,” Not-Sith said, and then the malk’s form flew at me in a blur.
It was a testament to the power of the Winter Knight’s mantle and the Wild Hunt’s energy that I survived that first leap at all. Sith struck straight at my throat. I got my arms in the way. The black shadow mask of the Hunt over my arms and chest blew apart into splinters, dispersing some of the impact energy of the malk’s spectacular leap, and instead of pulping me against the wall behind me, he just pounded me into it with tooth-rattling force.
Sith bounced off me, which was what I had hoped would happen. In my line of work, I’ve dealt with more than one critter that is faster than fast. When they’ve got their feet underneath them, it’s the next-best thing to impossible to land anything on them—but when they’re in the air, they’re moving at the speed gravity and air resistance dictate, like everybody else. For that one portion of a second, Sith was an object moving through space, not a blindingly fast killing machine. Someone who didn’t know that wouldn’t have known