Chapter 25
There were only a handful of moments in my life where my world had been so irrevocably altered that time stood still and I was trapped in my own shock. I could count those times on one hand. Discovering I was pregnant had been one such moment. Another had been learning I was Storm King’s daughter.
And now ... this.
“No,” I said at last. “That can’t be right.”
There were tears in Ansonia’s eyes. “I
heard
them,” she said. “And when I look back ... there were a lot of conversations I never understood, hints of something big between my mother and grandmother. They didn’t make sense ... but now they do. It started, I don’t know ... maybe a year ago. I remember one day my mother was in shock. She wouldn’t speak to anyone. I think that’s when she found out. I don’t think Grandmother told her until then.”
Dorian pulled up one of the chairs and sat down. He still looked stunned, but it was fading as his quick mind began analyzing everything. He picked up the wine I’d snatched from Ansonia and took a gulp. “The whole family works weather. Or at least wind and air. Ysabel, Pagiel ... you?”
Ansonia nodded at the query. “But not as strongly as them.”
“That may not mean much,” I said. “Magic isn’t always passed down in families.”
“Not always,” Dorian agreed. “But often. And certainly in Storm King’s line, if you and Jasmine are any indication. She got water. Ysabel got air. You were the lucky one to inherit it all, furthering our thoughts that you’d be the heir’s mother. But look ... look at the resemblance. You and Ansonia were mistaken for each other.”
He was right, I realized with a sickening feeling. Up close, Ansonia and I didn’t look alike, but from a distance we shared similar features. All of us did: me, Jasmine, Ysabel, Pagiel, and Ansonia. I’d thought it was funny that the clinic in Ohio had accepted my siblings so easily. Suddenly, that was no longer a joke.
“Oh God,” I said.
Dorian’s gaze was far away. “And Pagiel’s power has grown—considerably. We haven’t noticed it because of everything else going on.”
“He’s my
nephew
,” said Jasmine in despair. No one paid much attention.
I closed my eyes as something else occurred to me. “And he’s already begun his invasion of the human world. None of us knew it. He doesn’t even know it.” I opened my eyes. “Kiyo was right. Prophecies do fulfill themselves in unexpected ways.”
And speaking of Kiyo ... the most startling thing of all hit me. Isaac and Ivy. If this was all true—and I was beginning to think it was—Isaac wasn’t Storm King’s heir. He wasn’t the first grandson. He really was an innocent, not a conqueror of worlds. He was free of the prophecy. Free to live his life.
Hope and joy blossomed within me, though I kept it to myself. This revelation was dearer to me than anything else we’d discussed ... but it wasn’t relevant to the larger problem. There would be time to bask in this news later.
“His raids just got a lot more serious,” I said. “If there really is truth to the prophecy ... well, then. What he’s doing has the potential to develop into a lot more.”
Dorian said nothing, and I wondered what he was thinking. He’d agreed to stopping Pagiel before, as a favor to me. Now that Pagiel’s activities had become something more ... what then? Where did Dorian’s loyalties lie? He’d just professed all this devotion to me, swearing he’d do anything for me. But that was before he’d found out the cause he’d long supported was under way. I couldn’t read him, and that made me nervous. My walls went back up.
Jasmine used the silence to again interject, “Pagiel’s my nephew. Isn’t anyone else freaked out about that? We were practically dating.”
“Did you sleep together?” I asked bluntly.
She looked taken aback. “Well, no ... but you know, we like kissed ... and did other stuff... .”
I decided not to investigate the “other stuff.” I shrugged. “I think you’re okay then. Seems like it could be a lot worse.” Jasmine’s expression said she didn’t agree, but she let the matter go.
The situation escalated after that in a way I never could have imagined. The first order of business was to call in Ysabel and Edria again to verify Ansonia’s story. Dorian put on his tough face, but I think even he was amazed at the casual way Edria talked about having been one of Storm King’s mistresses years ago. She acted as though being at the center of a prophecy was no big deal and she thought Pagiel’s actions were a justified part of his legacy. Ysabel—my
sister—
stood by her mother’s side and defended her son too ... but I sensed a little uneasiness from her. I remembered Ansonia saying that Ysabel had only recently learned the truth. Despite Ysabel’s love for attention and status, I wondered if perhaps this new development was a bit more than she’d ever wanted.
Nonetheless, once the cat was out of the bag, Edria had no qualms about spreading the news in the gentry world. Like so much gossip, everyone seemed to know in a very short time. The kingdoms were abuzz. People were shocked to learn that not only had my son been superseded, but that the new heir was already fulfilling his destiny. Divisions that had been quiet in the wake of the blight began to form again, those vehemently against and for Pagiel.
So, it was no surprise when, a couple days later, Kiyo showed up at Dorian’s castle wanting to speak to us. There was some delay before Dorian agreed. Kiyo’s last visit had involved a spectacular attempt to kill me, and Dorian had consequently banished him with strict orders for the guards on what to do if Kiyo surfaced again. Dorian and I conferred and decided I was safe, though my feelings toward Kiyo hadn’t changed much, even after our Yew Land alliance.
“I assume you’re going to do something?” Kiyo said immediately, once we were in a private room.
“I’m going back to Tucson today,” I said. “He’s not going to be easy to find, though. From what Roland told me, by the time you hear about one of his raids, he’s already gone.”
“I’ll find him,” growled Kiyo. “I’ll find him and put an end to this.”
I felt my eyes widen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kiyo met my gaze levelly. “What do you think? We need to stop this before it gets worse. Unless you had other plans.” That was directed to Dorian, the subtext obvious.
Dorian had been very quiet on his opinions of everything. He’d supported my intentions of finding Pagiel but hadn’t elaborated on what was to be done after the fact.
“Pagiel doesn’t even realize what he’s doing,” I said. “There are other ways to stop this.”
“You just touched on the problem,” said Kiyo. “
He’s doing something
. You berated me over and over about going after your son, about how he was an innocent and had done nothing. Well, here we are. Pagiel’s pretty much a grown man, with a lot of power, and he’s doing exactly what the prophecy said he would do. You can’t claim there’s a chance to change fate now.”
“There’s always a chance,” I said stubbornly. “We aren’t destiny’s pawns. Pagiel can still change the future. He’s smart. He’s compassionate. And I believe he’ll do the right thing. He deserves a chance. I’m certainly not going to kill him outright without talking to him!”
Nothing Kiyo did should have shocked me anymore, but I was amazed at how lightly he referred to his efforts to hunt down Isaac. No remorse, no apology. No “Hey, Eugenie, I guess I was wrong. Sorry about the grief I subjected you to for the better part of a year.”
Instead, Kiyo’s focus was solely on Pagiel now. “You talked to him before we went to the Yew Land. That didn’t stop the raids. I really doubt anything you can say or do will change things now.”
“I have to try,” I said.
Kiyo shrugged. “And I’m going to stop you.”
Dorian stiffened at the subtle threat. “And suddenly, I regret offering you hospitality.”
Kiyo rose. “Don’t worry. I’ll show myself out. I’ve heard all I needed to.”
He stormed out, eyes flashing with anger. I kind of agreed with Dorian and wished I wasn’t under the bonds of hospitality either. “I could send guards after him, once he clears the entrance,” Dorian remarked.
I shook my head. “Don’t bother. He’ll turn into a fox and slip away before they can do anything. All we can do now is make sure we find Pagiel first.”
“Of course.”
I eyed him uncertainly, hesitant to speak my mind. “Dorian ... when I find him, are we going to have the same goals?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I think we can both agree we don’t want that kitsune to kill Pagiel.”
“Yeah, but what about after that? Are you going to help me talk sense into Pagiel or give him an army?”
Dorian’s expression was still damnably unreadable. He took a long time to answer, which didn’t reassure me. “I told you before, I stand with you and support you. I should think the events of the other night would have convinced you.”
I almost smiled. “The events? Mostly that convinced me we can still have good sex.”
He shrugged. “That was never in dispute. But I wasn’t the only one who made pledges, Eugenie. You said you trusted me. Do you trust me now?”
Now I was the one groping for an answer. “I want to.”
“Then do.”
He started to reach for me, then pulled back. I didn’t know if I was disappointed or relieved. “What do you need before you leave?” he asked, back to all business.
I need you to touch me
, I thought, deciding I regretted his reticence after all.
I need you to hold me and make me feel like you really do love me more than any prophecy.
Instead, I matched his serious air. “Nothing on the other side. But once we get back ... well. Then I’ll need your help to talk Pagiel down.”
Jasmine came to Tucson with me. Her reaction surprised me. I’d expected her to go wildly in one direction, either to adamantly support him or else hate him for the familial confusion in their romance. But she adopted neither attitude. She was serious and focused, united with me on talking sense to him.
The hardest part about being in Tucson was the waiting. I split my time between Roland’s house and my own—the latter delighting Tim and Lara. Jasmine, Roland, and I scoured the news obsessively, waiting for any sign of Pagiel’s band of merry men. The whole time I wondered if it would be futile, if we’d hurry to wherever he was and be left with only a trail of dust. While he had been recently spotted in Arizona, his range also meant he could very well appear in another state. If he showed up in Texas or something, we’d never reach it in time.
While the grocery store and farmers market thefts didn’t go unnoticed, most of the media attention was on the haboobs. They were big and sensational—and not common here in such great numbers. They were great distractions from the paranormal nature of the robberies and gave rise to all sorts of theories. Thankfully, it was a human trait to find “reasonable” explanations for weird events before jumping to crazy ones. Well, kind of. There were those who thought the dramatic sandstorms were a sign of the coming Apocalypse. Others blamed climate change and warned of worse to come. No one had suggested a supernatural invasion.
I thought a lot about Dorian in my free time as well. I missed him more than I expected and was torn over whether I could trust him. I wanted to. Badly. He seemed so sincere in his change ... but I’d believed him before, only to be deceived. I’d loved him once and wanted to again, but how could you love someone without trust?
“Eugenie!”
Jasmine’s cry rang through my small house, making me jump. I had been sitting in my bedroom one afternoon, trying to soothe my troubled thoughts by putting together a narwhal jigsaw puzzle. Footsteps came tearing down the hall, and Jasmine appeared in my doorway.
“Eugenie,” she gasped. “On TV ... a haboob.”
I ran to the living room nearly as fast as her. I was just in time to see footage of the haboob, as it rolled over a small city south of Phoenix. Even as someone who had done insane things with the weather, I was a little taken aback. The sandstorm was huge, stretching high in the air and spanning nearly forty miles. The cloud rolled into the city, engulfing it. The storms caused little direct damage but could be lethal for drivers suddenly deprived of visibility. The storm was also an excellent cover for a raid.
“This is live,” I said. “He’s got to be there right now.”
“It’s over an hour away,” she said with dismay. “He’ll be gone before we get there.”
My mind raced. “Yeah, but gone where?”
Fishing through my kitchen drawers, I dug out an old map of Arizona that Roland and I had marked up with gates a long time ago. I had most of them memorized but wanted to double-check. I put my finger on the city Pagiel was in and then looked for the closest gates.
“The nearest is in Phoenix proper,” I said. “Whether they’re on horseback or foot, they probably aren’t going to risk going through the city. There’s another north of Phoenix that goes to the Willow Land, but they’d have to ride around the city. This one, though ...” I tapped my finger on a spot closer to Tucson but off the main roads. “It’s remote and easier for them to get to.”
“You think they’ll jump back to the Otherworld?” she asked.