Blood Trinity (47 page)

Evalle closed her fingers around the stone and colors burst in her mind. The surge of energy was unbelievable. Even her bruised eye opened up.

Everyone left inside the derelict school auditorium was icy still. Were they afraid of her or what she’d do?

“Tristan must return to his cage,” Brina ordered.

“Nooo!”
Veins stuck out on Tristan’s neck as he made an aggressive move, but his feet were glued to the floor from when Laurette had ordered the stone to stop everyone from attacking each other. “Evalle, you said you cared about the Alterants, that you’d help me. Help all of us.”

Every word he spoke fell like a ring of death between Evalle and Brina. This was not the moment to make a wrong decision.

Brina spoke in a quiet tone that carried the strength of a general’s order. “Hand the stone over to Tzader to be placed in the VIPER vault.”

“No. Keep it, Evalle,” Tristan yelled. “You’ll be safe forever. You can live free of persecution and the threat of being caged. Come with me and we’ll go far away from all the Beladors.”

Mesmerized at the connection she felt, Evalle stared at the rock that glowed like a molten rainbow.
Live. Safe. Free.
Her mind was lost in a haze of colors and words. She felt drugged.

“Evalle, do not do this!” Brina’s voice held a dire threat if she was not obeyed. “That rock puts every Belador’s future at risk if it is not put somewhere safe. The Kujoo could find a way to return to this time and destroy the entire tribe the next time. You must always put the tribe first.”

“Like the tribe put me first?” Tristan shot back at Brina. “A tribe shouldn’t turn their backs on each other. You locked me away for
no
reason. Evalle, ask Brina if I did anything before she sent me away to purgatory. Ask her!”

Tristan’s question got through to Evalle. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and raised her gaze to Brina. “Did Tristan commit any offense or shift into a beast?”

“Do not think to question me,” Brina warned.

Turning to Tzader, Evalle considered asking
him telepathically, then changed her mind. Everyone needed to hear this answer. “Do
you
know the truth?”

Tzader cut his eyes at Brina, then back to Evalle. “Yes, but I wasn’t a part of sending him away. He’s telling the truth.”

“Tzader!”
Brina’s hologram blazed with light. Sparks shot off the edges. She gave him a quelling look before shoving her glare at Evalle. “I do whatever is necessary to keep the Beladors safe from danger.”

The drugged feeling had to be the reason Evalle pursued her point. “Please, Brina. I need to know the truth. I’ve stood alongside Beladors since I was eighteen, and I need to know you acted with honor.”

Tzader made a noise Evalle took as a crushed curse.

When Brina spoke it was in a reverent tone. “I am bound by an oath as well. Many oaths, in fact. There are things I cannot share with anyone. You are not the only one who has to perform difficult tasks, but in your case you have the gift of making choices along the way. I have been given one task above all others and that is to oversee and protect my tribe. Protection comes in all forms. Beyond that I will only say that I did act in honor.”

For the first time since taking her oath as a Belador warrior, Evalle wondered what it would be like
to be Brina. To live away from everyone, holding the power of the Beladors by her presence on an island. To exist solely to serve and to have no choice in the matter.

Maybe she hadn’t given Brina enough credit.

But she still didn’t know where she stood with Brina.

“What about me?” Evalle asked quietly. “Am I a danger to be locked away, too?”

Brina didn’t hesitate. “If you were you would not be here now.”

Evalle noted that Brina did not really answer her question.

Heat pulsed from the rock, sending waves of energy up Evalle’s arm. She swallowed, trying to think clearly.

Quinn asked Evalle, “Are you ready to turn your back on the Beladors? If you do not obey Brina, that’s what you’re doing.”

Indecision hovered over her. She knew to do the right thing, but there was that tiny part of her that wanted desperately to be safe and secure. To know she could live without a cloud of doubt always hanging over her.

To know who you are is the greatest power of all
.

There was that strange voice in Evalle’s mind again. The same one that had told her when the rock had been found.

Who was it?

Tristan pleaded, “Bring the rock and come with me. I’ll take care of you, Evalle.”

“I’ll take care of you.”
The doctor who’d raped her when she was a teen had spoken those same words.

That flushed her mind clear of the fog that the rock had been weaving through her thoughts. The Beladors had rescued her from being locked away in a basement, at the mercy of the world. Tzader had said she had to give trust to get it in return.

Keeping this Ngak Stone meant she’d forever be safe from being caged, but at the risk of walking away from who she was and everything she held dear. “I. Am. A. Belador.”

Brina’s face softened in a way Evalle had never seen. In a gentler voice, she said, “Yes, you are. We take care of our own. It’s time to finish this.”

“Don’t do this, Evalle,” Tristan begged. “Brina will listen to you. Send me to another continent. Don’t put me back in that cage.”

“I’m sorry, Tristan.” And she was. Evalle lifted the rock toward him.

“No! Kill. Me. Now.”

Even with all the trouble he’d caused, she felt his agony. She, too, would rather die than be caged. She would not forsake him and the other Alterants, but she had to protect the world and her tribe first. She spoke to the Ngak Stone. “Send Tristan back to his South American cage.”

Tristan’s blood-curdling scream thrashed through the room, then squeezed down to silence when he disappeared.

Evalle squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed. She asked the stone to keep him safe until she could help him. With her next breath she said, “Release all the Beladors.”

Tzader strode over to the hologram, speaking low to Brina. “Keep in mind that Evalle found the rock and put her life on the line to prevent harm to any Belador.”

Brina’s gaze was crabby with annoyance. “I’m not sending her away, so you don’t have to beg me for her life.”

Evalle stepped over to Brina. “I didn’t tell you about Tristan because I believed that’s what the Medb wanted me to do so they could trap you. Tristan said the witch had a plan that would ensure destroying you and Tzader.” She cut her eyes at Tzader for a moment, glad she didn’t see condemnation in his. “I couldn’t risk either of you being harmed. I did what I thought was honorable.”

“I understand.” Brina crossed her arms and tilted her head. “And I’m proud of you.”

Evalle was speechless at hearing words she’d never expected to be said to her. A swirl of warmth brushed Evalle’s skin when Brina smiled at her.

The warrior queen’s gaze took in the room before
returning to Evalle. “I will be with you tomorrow when you meet the Tribunal, and I will give testimony to the fact that
my
Belador protected the world.”

“My Belador.”
Evalle played that over and over in her head until Tzader’s hand touched her shoulder. She turned to him and smiled. “You told me …” …
to trust Brina,
she finished telepathically.
I’ll do a better job of it from now on
.

The grin he gave her was answer enough.
You’re running out of time before daylight
.

I’ve got seven minutes. Sen can ward one of the vehicles to get me home.

Storm stood to the side, watching her and the exchange. Evalle gave him a quick wink to let him know she’d see him soon.

Brina closed her eyes, speaking in a tone of request. “Sen, please come forth to retrieve the Ngak Stone.”

A vapor spun at the side of Brina, then Sen appeared with a container the size of a cigar box carved of white marble the color of mother-of-pearl. “Where’s the Ngak Stone?”

“Here.” Evalle held it up and fought not to smile at his shock over her possessing the dangerous treasure. She waited for him to come to her, then placed the stone in the box sitting open on his two palms. The lid shut immediately and the seam between lid and bottom disappeared.

Her bruised eye swelled shut again and the lashes on her back burned like the devil.

“I need some help getting home.” Laurette whispered the words as if afraid to speak up. Her eyes were milky with impaired vision.

Evalle owed this young woman so much. “I’ll take her.”

“No.” Brina shook her head, eyes searching the room of Beladors and VIPER agents moving toward them. “Quinn can take her.”

Laurette once again ignored Brina and edged over to Evalle, who took the young woman’s hand when she spoke to her. “Thank you for doing the right thing and for being willing to face all this to save me and Vyan. After seeing those words on that planter outside your door, I’m pretty sure your grandfather was a Belador. He’d have been very proud of you.”

Laurette tried to smile past the deep hurt lining her face.

“Her grandfather
was
one of our warriors.” Brina made that announcement. “Macha has just informed me that prior to going into a battle he did not expect to survive, Laurette’s grandfather asked Macha to spare his granddaughter from taking up the sword, because Laurette was born a Belador as well. He knew she’d spend her life alone once he left and wanted her to be free to follow her heart and be
an artist. Macha agreed. You are indeed part of the Belador tribe, Laurette.”

Evalle squeezed Laurette’s hand. “That makes you family if you need anything. Quinn is wonderful and will escort you safely home.”

Laurette nodded silently. Tears hung at the corners of her eyes.

Quinn appeared at Evalle’s side and placed his hand over Laurette’s shoulder. “This won’t take long.” He turned to Sen. “Why don’t you teleport us?”

Sen nodded, then instructed Laurette, “Take Quinn’s hand, envision your home and say when you’re ready.”

Evalle gave Sen a narrowed look. He never gave
her
that much warning.

The minute Laurette reached for Quinn’s hand, she said, “Ready,” and the pair vanished.

Evalle would check on Laurette later this week. She turned to Brina, wanting to discuss the Tribunal meeting, but the warrior queen beat her to it.

“The Tribunal will send someone to escort you after midnight tonight, Evalle. Make sure you’re above ground at that time. Do not be late.”

Evalle answered Brina, ignoring how Sen was close enough to hear her. “I’ll wait for my escort in Woodruff Park.”

Brina sent an arched-eyebrow look at Sen, who
angled his chin in acknowledgment. Apparently finished with everything here, Brina disappeared.

The swords vanished at the same moment.

Crud. Evalle had meant to have Brina ask Sen to ward a vehicle to get her home. Tzader would ask him.

Sen looked over in Trey’s direction. “Tell Adrianna to come in and clean up this mess. She’s outside cloaking the building from civilians.”

Trey swung around from where he was debriefing VIPER agents and Beladors. “I look like your lackey?”

Sen shrugged. “Evalle can do it … with her hands.”

“I’ll get Adrianna,” Tzader called out to Trey, then slowed by Sen on his way out. “You ever take a day off from being an asshole?”

Sen let his glare speak for him.

Once Tzader was out of hearing range, Sen’s narrowed gaze hardened even further. He tucked the box with the stone under his arm and strode forward.

She didn’t see a warded vehicle in her future.

Sen stopped close to Evalle and leaned down. “Be on time for your Tribunal hearing and don’t make me hunt you. If I can’t find you, Tzader will be held responsible. If you’re not there for the Tribunal meeting, Tzader will have to take your place and accept the consequences of the ruling.”

“Somebody pee in your crispy-doodles this morning?” She couldn’t leave Tzader to face the Tribunal and Sen knew it.

But Brina had said she’d be there. Time for another dose of trust.

Storm had finished talking to one of the Beladors and moved closer to where she stood with Sen, his body flexing as if he intended to protect her.

But she didn’t need saving or protecting. She was a Belador. She jutted her chin at Sen. “I’ll be there, but don’t hold your breath that the Tribunal is going to make your day and send me away.”

His smirk spoke volumes before he teleported away with the Ngak Stone.

Asshole
. Evalle felt a pop against the back of her head the minute she swore.
Sorry, Brina
. But Evalle smiled at the reprimand that meant she was one of Brina’s family.

“Is that the one who wants your ass?” Grady asked.

“Yes.” The Tribunal was a bigger problem than Sen, but she couldn’t discuss that here with Grady. She’d forgotten the Nightstalker was still here. “How’d you get caught in the Kujoo trap?”

His eyes shifted away from her guiltily. “I got sucked in when I heard about the double handshakes.”

Tzader walked back inside just in time to hear
what Grady had said. “You know none of us can do that, and look what happened when the Kujoo shook with those poor Nightstalkers.”

Grady’s image wavered in and out, eyes shooting angry darts at Tzader. “I had a reason.”

Adrianna came into the room, took one look at Evalle and turned toward the windows, where daylight was coming on fast. Adrianna’s lips moved as she raised her hands. The windows turned into a solid wall. She ignored Evalle after that, directing her attention to Tzader. “I have a question for you.”

Tzader walked over to the Sterling witch Evalle was starting to reevaluate after all that Adrianna had done. Sterling witches didn’t give without expecting something in trade. That Adrianna hadn’t asked for a thing—yet—was reason enough to remain vigilant around her.

With everyone busy, Evalle took the opportunity to find out what was going on with Grady. “What’s the reason you need an hour tonight?”

A sad smile shifted his face. “I have a granddaughter getting married in Atlanta. I don’t want to meet her, but I wanted to hear her words. When I’m in this
half-alive
form, my hearing and sense of smell are dulled. Not crisp like a human’s senses. I want to hear the organ music play her wedding march and hear her say her vows. I want to smell the fresh flowers.” His eyes strayed from her face, turning watery.
“I want to soak up a memory I can hold on to for eternity.”