He groaned and rolled over a little, snapping awake when his eyes met mine. “Ara.”
“Mornin’, sunshine.”
The sheet slipped down his bare chest a bit as he pushed up on his elbow. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Yep.” I sat back on my knees. “I had an idea.”
He rubbed his head, glancing off at his bedside clock. “An idea at five in the morning?”
“Yes, and it’s brilliant.” I slapped the covers. “Get up. Get dressed.”
“Wait.” He grabbed my arm before I could climb off the bed. “Why?”
“The answer’s been right in front of me the whole time.”
“It has?”
“Yes. If you face a battle with swords but hold only a stick, sneak away in the middle of the night and even the odds.”
“Is that something Arthur said to you?”
“Yeah, ages ago, but I got to thinking. We’ve been trying to find a way to save David—trying to stop him from using that dagger. Well—” I leaned forward ever so slightly, grinning like a little kid. “If there is no dagger, he can’t use it.”
“Ara.” He rubbed his face again, his eyes heavy, half closed. “If we can’t kill Drake, he comes in here in a few months and steals our baby—” He presented my stomach.
“Our baby?” I raised a brow at him, folding my arms slowly.
“Yes.” He sat up more, reaching across to sweep his hand along my waist, cupping the other one right over my belly. “Our baby. I might not’ve put her in there, Ara, but I love you, and I love anything inside you, and since I see no one else around here making a claim to her, I’m officially putting mine forward.”
“Jase.” I placed my hand over his. “Don’t do this to yourself. My greater plan here is—”
“To give David no way out in the hopes he’ll one day forgive you and come back to you?”
“Mm-hm.”
He laughed and sat back, dropping his forearm over his brow. “Fine. I’ll help you. But I don’t think your plan’ll work.”
“Which part?”
“I don’t think he’ll ever love you again, Ara, even if he has to stick around forever,” he said softly. “Are you prepared for that?”
I nodded.
“And what about Drake? He will come for the baby.”
“I’m. . .” I hesitated. I knew I could trust Jason, but even he would go to great lengths to protect me, which could include hindering my plan.
“You arranged a meeting with Drake,” he said with a nod.
“Damn it! Stop reading my mind.” I slapped his arm.
“Stop being so transparent.” He playfully slapped mine back.
A wave of silence rolled over the bed then. I sat back on the pillows beside Jase and stared forward.
“I won’t stop you, Ara, if this is what you want.”
“You won’t?”
“No.” He scooped my hand up in his. “I know Drake won’t hurt you while you’re carrying the child he’s waited centuries for. But if you plan to talk with him, at least do it on manor grounds—where we can protect you if he tries to kidnap you, or something.”
“Already the plan.”
“Good.”
I squeezed his hand. “Hey . . . thanks, Jase.”
“For what?”
“For letting me do this.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m not letting you do this, Ara. I don’t control you.”
“But you do give your blessing.”
He exhaled, patting my hand. “I think we should’ve negotiated with Drake from the start.”
“And, see?” I presented Jase in all his shirtless glory. “This is why I want you on my council.”
He smiled. “When the world spins on its axis and Mike and Falcon see I’m not the enemy, then we can talk about that. But, right now, we need to discuss what you’ll do if you don’t like Drake’s terms of agreement.”
“Already got that figured out,” I said chirpily.
“Okay.” He folded his fingers together in his lap, leaning slightly sideways. “Then reveal to me your diabolical plot.”
“If he refuses to negotiate within what I consider reasonable terms, my expert team of military operations specialists will find a way to lure him into a trap and imprison him for eternity. Then, once you and I have researched my powers a bit more, we’ll come up with a way to kill him—without taking someone else’s life in the process.”
“Hm.” He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Guess you have thought of everything. But—”
“But?”
He sat taller, lifting the blanket so he could shuffle closer. “I want you to take Nhym with you when you meet Drake. It might not kill him, but if you use your light through the blade, it’ll stun him long enough for you to escape.”
I nodded, trying to remember where I put that sword.
“It’s under your bed,” Jase said.
“Oh. That’s right. Thanks.”
“Any time.” He nodded. “Now, when do you want to steal the Dagger of Yahanna?”I grinned. “Right now.”
We snuck back up the secret passage to my room and stood by the door, peeking out to where Quaid sat—guarding me while I apparently slept.
“What’s he doing?” I whispered.
“Playing on his phone.”
“What’s the plan?”
He shut the door a little. “I can put him to sleep, but if anyone happens by, they’ll raise an alarm.”
“Okay. We’ll just have to be quick.”
“All right, but . . . do you even know where the dagger is now?”
“Yeah. David had it before he went to Elysium, but he gave it back as a show of his love for me.” I kind of laughed at how long ago all that felt now. “But that was the fake, anyway. Arthur never gave him the real dagger.”
Jase frowned. “There’s a fake?”
I nodded.
“Well, how will we know which one’s which?”
“Easy.” I smirked. “We take them both.”
“Well, where’s the real dagger?”
“That’s . . . the hard part.”
“I see.” He shut the door completely, glaring down at me, unamused. “You want me to put my uncle, whom I love and respect, into a deep sleep, then you want me to sneak into his mind and find the daggers?”
I nodded, half shrugging as though it was no big deal.
“Right.” He nodded and opened the door again. “The things I’ll do for a girl.”
I laughed, but it was bit too loud.
“Shh.” Jase shut the door again. “He’s standing up.”
“Crap. Do something.”
His smile moved slowly across his lips. “Done.”
“What’d you do?” I pushed past him and looked out into the hall: everyone was sleeping—Quaid and the five otherwise usually invisible guards lining the halls. But lying on the floor like that, half of them snoring, all of them sprawled out, they were very noticeable indeed. I turned back and grinned at Jase. “You are so cool.”
He brushed his collar. “All in a day’s work.”
“Now, come on.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him from the room. “We need to hurry.”
“More for Quaid’s sake than our own. If Falcon sees him, Ara—” He motioned behind us to the lump of a guard on the ground.
“I know.” I stopped right outside Arthur’s door, momentarily reconsidering this. “I don’t wanna get anyone in trouble.”
“Well, there’s no sense in turning back now, sweet girl. Let’s just get it over with.”
“You’re right.” I reached out to touch Arthur’s door handle, but stopped. “He’s not an early riser is he?”
Jase laughed breathily. “Most days, yeah.”
“Great,” I said nervously. “Well, I’ll turn the handle, and you put him out as soon as the door’s open.”
“Okay. One . . . two. . .”
“Three.” I pushed the door open and readied myself for Arthur to look up and ask what we were doing, but he was sound asleep in his bed, just a pile of blankets and pillows: snoring blankets and pillows. I shut the door behind Jase and I. “He snores?”
Jase just laughed. “Yeah.”
“Wow. Who’d have thought?”
“Nah, wait for it.” He grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Just wait . . . about . . . two seconds.”
I waited and, there it was: a deep, thundering roll of a sound like a handful of pebbles had been thrown down the back of Arthur’s throat. It peaked to a high whistle, his breath stopping for a second. And I held my own, pausing until his started again, hissing out of him like the deep groan of an angry cat.
Jase and I burst out laughing. I covered my nose with the back of my wrist so I wouldn’t snot all over the place. “I have got to stop laughing through my nose.”
“Want a wipe?” He offered his sleeve.
I bumped it away. “I’m fine. Let’s just find this dagger.”
“Okay.” Jase turned all business. “I’ll get inside Arthur’s head while you get the fake.”
“Right.” I nodded and tiptoed off to Arthur’s dresser drawer, slowly and quietly pulling it open while Jason positioned himself on the bed, placing both hands to his uncle’s head. The dagger was there, in its box, just where Arthur had left it—open to any who might want to get their hands on it. I was certain it was the fake. “How’s the hunt going?” I asked, stuffing the box under my shirt.
“I—” He squinted. “Just gimme a sec.”
I huffed a little impatiently, looking around the room. The sun was peeking over the hills outside, bringing the dawn and all that came with it. The Guard would change over soon, and if we hadn’t finished our mission and climbed back into bed by then, someone would come along and find six men sleeping in the corridor.
“Ara?” Jase said, but he sounded kind of nervous. “You’ve got it.”
“Got what?”
He pulled his hands away from Arthur’s head and looked at me, then at the lump under my shirt. “That’s the real dagger.”
“What?”
“I’m not kidding.” He appeared by Arthur’s long oak table and waved me over. “Lay it out here. I wanna see it.”
I drew the box out from under my shirt and handed it to Jason. “Are you sure it’s the real one?”
“As sure as the sun will rise,” he said, thumbing the lid open.
“How can you tell?”