Amanda Bonilla - Shaedes of Gray - A Shaede Assassin Novel

The gears clicking away in my brain came to a grinding halt. “What are you talking about?”

“And you . . .” Raif continued, nonplussed. “Something just not right, not like any of us. The way you smell things, the way you sense the energy of others . . .”

I didn’t wait for Raif to finish his train of thought. I rushed up the stairs, taking three at a time, crossed the first floor, and continued my flight to Xander’s suite. I didn’t knock, and I wasn’t about to simply let myself in. I kicked the damn door right off the hinges.

“You lying sonofabitch!” I screamed.

Xander looked up from the sheaf of papers he’d been studying and regarded me with mild curiosity. “Hello, Darian.”

I drew the katana, letting it sing as I ripped it free. Swinging it toward Xander’s head, I stopped short and leveled it at his throat. “I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to answer every last one,” I said. “And I dare you to lie to me again.”

It was right about that time that I felt cold steel poking into the back of my own head. Anya. What a bitch .

“Lower your blade, or you’re as good as dead,” she ordered in a self-satisfied tone. “I wouldn’t even think twice before ridding the world of you.”

I laughed. Serious, stomach-cramping, suffocating laughter. “What do you think, Xander? Should I take her threats to heart? The sun is about to set. Could she do it? Could she take my head off my shoulders before I take yours?”

“Anya, leave,” Xander said, no longer amused.

“B-but, Your Highness,” she stammered.

“Get out!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

I turned to see Anya drop her blade to her side, cowering as she backed from the room and out of sight.

“Sit,” Xander said.

“No.” I was damn tired of being told to sit.

“I said, sit.” Xander’s tone was not in the least bit playful as he directed his finger in a downward stabbing motion. I perched on the edge of a chair and leveled the tip of the sword blade until it hovered in line with the hollow of his throat.

“The last time Azriel tried to stage a coup against me, he came to me himself. He didn’t bother with any envoys or Lyhtan lackeys. He claimed he’d acquired a rare and valuable possession, and said once she came into her true power, he’d finally have my throne. Always one to brag, Azriel went on and on about how he’d stumbled across an anomaly. Apparently, you’d begun to shed your humanity before he’d met you, and he sensed that change, though you did not. A Shaede, created, it seemed, from her own will, or perhaps chosen by Fate for a far greater purpose. He told me he’d killed your abusive husband, thereby earning your undying loyalty and trust. No one would find you, he said. He’d taught you to hide, and he planned on keeping you tucked away until it was time for your existence to be known. My first thought was that he intended to use you as a weapon. I wasn’t willing to chance anything with him, and I refused to risk my kingdom. I had him taken into custody immediately, and I sent him as far away from me as possible.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, my voice quavering with emotion. “How could I possibly change myself?”

“I do not know,” Xander said. “I told you that it is possible to change a human when shadows dwell in her soul. I assume your soul was so shrouded in darkness that, unconsciously, you sought the change without even knowing what you were evolving into. Perhaps you were tied to us, through your bloodline somewhere. But of that, I have no knowledge.”

I shot from the chair and began to pace. I looked back in memory, to hazy remnants of a human life I had put behind me nearly a century ago, for an answer or at least a clue to confirm the truth of Xander’s words. Emotions that I’d locked away like old clothes in a trunk burst out to torment me. The anxiety, pain, and fear choked me with an intensity that ridiculed my usually defiant outlook.

“And what about me?” I said, turning my back to him. “You knew about me all along, and you just let me roam the city like a stray dog?”

Xander sat stoic and silent.

I whipped around to face him. “Answer me! Are you frightened of me? Is that why you exiled Azriel and abandoned me? Why hire me to kill him? Maybe you should have just killed me .”

“Honestly,” Xander sighed, “I don’t know how to kill you.”

I’d quit paying attention, and continued my rant. “ Oh, Darian ,” I said, mocking the eloquent bunch of lies he’d told. “ If I’d only known about you. I would have fetched you away from your miserable existence years ago. You poor, stupid, pathetic creature. Let me take you under my wing. I want you so badly —Wait. What did you just say?”

Xander gave me a sad and wan smile. “I don’t know if you can be killed.”

I walked straight up to him and slapped him so hard across his face that my hand burned and stung. He took the blow and didn’t do anything to retaliate. “I suppose I deserved that.”

“What you deserve is a lot more than that,” I said.

“No more games, Darian. I’ll tell you everything I know,” he said, reaching out to take my hand.

I took a step back. No way was I going to let him try to soothe and seduce me with his gentle charm. I sat back down on the chair, sword in hand and ready to strike.

“When Azriel came to me, I didn’t believe him at first. It was unheard of, a human making the transformation on her own. But I sought you out shortly after and saw you with my own eyes and knew from that first moment that what Azriel said was true.

“You were a new and unique member of our kind, and your nature might have been as unpredictable as your evolution. He claimed that Fate had plans for you. He spoke of revenge and scores being settled. He’d lost his mind. Azriel had been convinced you were meant for something far beyond our scope of understanding. Something ancient and secret. Fear prompted me to sever his ties with you, and I made sure no one besides the two of us knew of your existence.”

“Raif?”

“Knew of you, but nothing more. I didn’t divulge the entire truth of it to him until recently.”

I could deal with the fact that Xander was scared of me. Right then, I was scared of myself. And Raif had been left as much in the dark as I. But more questions were being raised than answered, and my stomach convulsed as I fought another crippling wave of anxiety. “What about Azriel? Why do you really want him dead?”

“I think he’s discovered a truth I’d never bothered to find. I think he’s ambitious and mad for power. He’ll kill me if he gets the chance. Then what will become of my kingdom? My people? What power will the Lyhtans have over our kind if he’s allied with them? Innocents would be steeped in war and death. He’s calculating. Formidable. Azriel has been biding his time, and I think he’s spent his years in exile doing what I should have been doing for all those years.”

“I saw him two nights ago,” I said. “He came to my apartment.”

Xander nodded, momentarily lost in thought.

“Would you care to tell me what he’s been doing that you should have been?” I asked.

Xander sighed, and the phrase heavy hangs the head that wears the crown came into my head. He looked at me. “He’s been learning all about you.”

Something in that simple and yet unthinkable statement sent me into a rage the likes of which I had never felt. I stormed from Xander’s room, back down the stairs to the main floor, and past two Shaedes standing watch at the doorway. From there, I ran down into the bowels of the house, past Raif, who stood gaping, and into the council room. I stepped inside, coming to rest at the clawlike foot of the Lyhtan still secured to the chair, cackling wildly in the empty space. I grabbed it by its lanky hair that felt remarkably like corn silk, elastic and fragile but at the same time not. Fighting the urge to cringe, I jerked its head back so it would look me straight in the face, and I snarled the words, “Who is your master?”