. . . before. I was hoping to—” What had she been hoping? To impress him? Entice him? To see the heat of desire in those cool eyes? “—to shock you,” she said.
“You, uh, succeeded.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re not like any man I’ve ever known, Kylar. You’ve got this, this, innocence about you.”
He scowled.
“When you’ve been where I’ve been, it’s really . . . cute. I mean, I didn’t know guys could be like you.” Why was she running off at the mouth all of the sudden?
“You barely know me,” Kylar said.
“I . . . shit, it’s not just like it’s a list of facts that prove you’re different, Kylar. You feel different.” She was flustered. Was he being deliberately dense?
“Ah, fuck it,” she said. “Do you think we could ever work out?”
“What?” Kylar asked. The tone of his voice should have shut her up.
“You know. You and me. Together.”
Incredulity spread across his face, and the expression confirmed every damning thought she’d ever had about herself.
“No,” Kylar said. “No, I don’t think so.”
No, she could tell he meant, you’re damaged goods.
She shut down. “Right,” she said. Once a whore, forever a whore. “Right. Well, we’ve got work to do. I’ve got a plan.”
Kylar looked poised on the verge of saying something. She’d caught him totally off guard. Shit, what did she expect?
Nysos, so he looked at your tits. So he’s nice to you. You’re still the one who killed his best friend, kidnapped his daughter, and split up his family. Shit, Vi, what were you thinking?
“All right,” she said before he could say anything. “If we go in the side here, they’ll know it’s an attack. We have no idea what their strength is or how many of them there are. But if I walk right in to report on your, well, your death, they won’t suspect a thing. If you go in the side door, you can decide when to strike. As soon as I see palies go down—preferably starting with the king—I’ll fight too, all right?”
“Sounds pretty weak,” Kylar said. “But it also sounds better than anything I’ve got. But one thing . . .” He trailed off.
“What?” She was eager to go now, to stop talking, stop messing up.
“If he kills me, Vi . . . Get my body out of there. You can’t let them have it.”
“What do you care?”
“Just do it.”
“Why!” Now she was taking her frustration out on him. Beautiful.
“Because I come back. I don’t stay dead.”
“You’re mad.”
He held up a black shiny ball. It melted and wrapped around his hand like a glove. His hand disappeared. A moment later, it was a ball again. “If Ursuul takes this, he takes my powers. All of them.”
She scowled. “If we make it through this, you have a lot of questions to answer.”
“Fair enough.” Kylar paused. “Vi? It’s been good working with you.” Not waiting for her response, he squeezed the ball and disappeared.
Vi turned down the hall and started walking. Ironically, she ran into no patrols at all until she came to the four soldiers guarding the main doors of the throne room. The men eyed her with disbelief. They seemed to forget their weapons as their eyes lingered exactly where they were supposed to.
“Tell the Godking that Vi Sovari has come to receive her reward.”
“The Godking isn’t to be disturbed except in the case of—”
“This counts,” Vi hissed at the man, first leaning forward until his eyes were pegged to her cleavage and then pushing his chin back up with the knife that had materialized in her hand. He swallowed.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The guard eased the great double doors open. “God, our God of the High Realms, Your Holiness, Vi Sovari begs admittance.”
The guard stepped aside and motioned to her. “Good luck,” he whispered, smiling apologetically. The bastard. How dare he be human?
Standing in the last hall, Kylar brought the ka’kari to his eyes. He didn’t see any magical alarms. Invisible, he moved to the door. The hinges were well-oiled.
“Come in, come in, Viridiana,” he heard the Godking say. “It’s been too long. I was afraid I was going to have to enjoy the death of ten thousand rebels all by myself.”
Kylar cracked the door open as the Godking spoke, and as the man took in the admittedly impressive sight of Vi in her version of wetboy grays, Kylar stole into the throne room. He slipped behind one of the enormous pillars supporting the ceiling. The servants’ entrance he’d used opened near