Bewitched & Betrayed
Page 41“Frame Balmorlan?” I asked.
Mychael nodded once. “I think it may prove fruitful. Unexplained goblin gold being found in Balmorlan’s possession would raise all kinds of uncomfortable questions.”
Phaelan’s expression was pained. “But we can take it back, right?”
I just looked at him. “Do you want to take out the evil son of a bitch or line your pockets?”
My cousin had to think about that one. “Can’t I do both?”
“No.”
Phaelan plopped down in his chair in disgust. Unrequited greed wasn’t a good look on my cousin. “Evil son of a bitch first.”
“That’s better.”
“Where do Balmorlan and his cronies keep their money?” Uncle Ryn asked Markus. “Not the small stuff they let the government accountants see. Where do they keep the real money they don’t want anyone to find?”
“Brenir.”
“Which bank?”
“First Bank of D’Mai.”
Phaelan smiled like the sun had come out. “Adequate security, but not adequate enough.”
“Mago?” I asked.
“None other.”
Markus looked from me to Phaelan, perplexed. Another expression I didn’t see on him often.
“How much does Balmorlan have?” I asked Markus.
“If he has access to Carnades’s sources of income, Taltek can lay his hands on more than is in Queen Lisara’s treasury.”
Phaelan whistled, then he slowly shook his head in disapproval. “No one needs that much money. It’s obscene.”
“Unless it’s in one of your accounts,” I noted.
“True.”
Mago didn’t need reminding. He was a Brenirian banker, respectable even as far as Brenirian bankers went. He’d elevated embezzlement to an art form. Professionally he was known as Mago Peronne. His real name wouldn’t exactly be welcome in banking circles.
Mago Benares. Uncle Ryn’s eldest. Phaelan’s brother. And one crafty and cunning weasel.
I could virtually see the nefarious little wheels turning in Phaelan’s head. “Though . . . if we’re going to set the bastard up, let’s do it right. Mago could set up an account in Sarad Nukpana’s name and siphon Balmorlan’s money into it,” Phaelan said. “That way no one except Mago would have access to the money. He even knows a forger who could put Nukpana’s signature on the documents authorizing the transfer, and pre-date it to before he got sucked into the Saghred.”
I smiled and leaned back in my chair. “And the next time Balmorlan went to bribe or buy off anyone . . .” I spread my hands. “No cash, no cohorts.”
“The notion does have appeal,” Uncle Ryn agreed. “Markus, since you’re supposed to be dead, it might be best if you stay with us for a while. You’ll be safe, comfortable, and have all the goblin port you care to drink.”
“And while we drink, we can plot,” Phaelan added. “We know people.”
Mychael had set his recording gem next to the deck prism. With a few murmured words, we all watched as Mychael and I, glamoured as Morrell and Orla, struck a deal with Karl Cradock, and best of all, we got to see and hear him admit to the crime that Tam was sitting in a cell for committing.
Phaelan whistled. “Damn, cousin, is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Roll your tongue back up in your head.”
“Who is she?”
“Maire Orla. Kidnapper and assassin.”
“I think I’m in love.”
“I think you’re a sick man.”
Phaelan shrugged, never taking his eyes off of Maire Orla’s bounty. “I never claimed to be anything else.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. Exhaustion had caught up with me and was pounding on my head with a vengeance. “So Sarad Nukpana is regenerating himself and turning powerful and influential elves into beef jerky. Any chance we can sic him on Taltek Balmorlan?”
“I’m sure Balmorlan is aware he’s on Nukpana’s list,” Mychael said.
Markus solemnly studied my face for a moment and then Mychael’s. “There is something else of which Taltek Balmorlan is aware. It concerns the two of you and Tamnais Nathrach.”
My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral—at least, I tried.
Our umi’atsu bond. The fact that Tam could now tap the power of the Saghred, and Mychael and I could tap each other. Extreme caution was called for here. “What about it?”
Markus’s eyes darted briefly to Phaelan and Uncle Ryn. My silence told him that no, they didn’t know; and no, I didn’t want them to. I couldn’t protect my family from much, but I would protect them from this.
“Commodore and Captain Benares,” Markus said, never taking his dark eyes from mine. “I wouldn’t want to ask you to leave your own cabin, but is there a place where I may speak privately with Raine and Mychael?”
Uncle Ryn made no move to leave. “Is that what you want, Spitfire?”
What I wanted was to wrap my family around me like a blanket, but that’d just get them killed or worse right along with me.
“Raine, we’re in this.” Phaelan knew me too well; he knew exactly what I was thinking. “We’re with you. We’re not backing down, and we sure as hell aren’t running.”
“If you’re in more danger than we’ve already heard about, I want to know,” Uncle Ryn rumbled. “Any enemy of yours is prey of mine.”
“Thank you,” I said softly, my throat tight. There wasn’t much more a woman could ask for than a family she could count on to kill the people who wanted to kill her.
I glanced at Mychael. He nodded once.
“I want my family with me, Markus.”
“Very well. I know about the umi’atsu bond between the three of you.” Markus wasn’t one to mince words. “Carnades told me when I arrived on the island, and Balmorlan not only knows, but he also plans to use it—and the three of you.”
“We know they want to expose us, but to get us out of the way.”
“It goes further than that.”
I remembered Balmorlan saying he was building prison cells, and suddenly my dinner wasn’t sitting too well.
Phaelan stood motionless. “Wait a minute—what’s this umi’atsu bond?”
I forced the contents of my stomach to stay put, and quickly filled them in on all the details.
“And only death can separate the three of you now?” Uncle Ryn asked when I’d finished.
Mychael answered him before I could. “It is the only way we know at this time. If there is another way, we will find it.”
“And Balmorlan has a reason for not wanting you to find a cure.”
I looked at Markus. “Apparently.”
“The three of you in an umi’atsu bond proves that the Saghred’s power can be distributed between more than one person at a time,” Markus said. “Mychael, I have to ask: have you experienced any side effects from being linked even tenuously to the Saghred?”
“None whatsoever.”
My voice came out thin. “Power without paying the price.”
Markus nodded. “Balmorlan has recruited some of his favorite agency mages. They have been arriving on Mid for the past week. He appealed to their racial pride to make the sacrifice. Balmorlan plans to keep presenting mages to the Saghred until it selects those he deems suitable for his purpose.”
“What do you mean ‘presenting mages to the Saghred’? The thing’s locked up in the citadel.”
Phaelan stiffened. “What purpose?”
“The Saghred wants to be wielded,” Markus said. “Balmorlan wants to use that power against the goblins.”
Horror and panic choked my words. “There’s no way in hell anyone else is joining our bond.”
“Did the Saghred ask you when it bonded you with Tamnais Nathrach?” Markus asked. “Or Mychael?”
I felt sick. “No.”
The Saghred had bonded Tam and me when we’d joined forces to save kidnapped spellsinging students. The rock had taken Mychael when he’d linked with me to attempt to slow the progression of my bond with Tam.
“Proximity and magic are all that’s needed,” came Mychael’s voice inside my head.
“There’s no way we’re getting anywhere near Balmorlan’s pet mages.”
“You’ve heard about the cells Balmorlan is constructing in the elven embassy,” Markus said quietly.
“I’ve heard.”
“Level Twelve wards, detainment spells layered for strength, and magic-depleting manacles bolted to the walls.”
I knew what that meant. Suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the cabin.
If Taltek Balmorlan got me in that cell, he could throw anyone he wanted in with me. Mychael’s touch had been enough for the Saghred to bond him to me. I wasn’t letting any of Balmorlan’s mages touch me. Suddenly I wanted to run and keep running. Chained to a wall with magic-depleting manacles, I wouldn’t have a choice. I’d been locked in those kinds of manacles before; they were used to keep mages from using their powers. The Saghred would still be free to act.
I would be helpless to stop either it or Balmorlan’s pet mages.
I didn’t know which would be worse: to be slowly drained of life by Sarad Nukpana or helpless to stop the Saghred from bonding mages to me that would wield it.
And when they used the Saghred, they’d be using me.
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