Magic Binds
Page 52“What kind of voice?”
“Female. Very beautiful.”
“And what does this have to do with your punching Roman?”
“His god took it.”
“You think Chernobog took your sword?”
“I don’t think. I know. Look down.”
We’d been flying north toward the Chattahoochee National Forest and then over it. I locked my teeth and looked down.
A black stain spread below us. Massive trees, so dense you couldn’t see through their crowns, stood shoulder to shoulder, their leaves such a dark green they looked black. A narrow road snaked its way around the black woods.
“Did you talk to Roman about it?”
“Yeah. He says he doesn’t know why that happened.”
“If Chernobog wanted to talk to me, why didn’t he use Roman?”
“Nobody knows that either.”
“Why does he want to talk to me?”
“You keep asking these questions. I gave you all of the information I have.”
“Anything you can tell me about the woman?”
“She had blue hair.”
Ahead of us the enormous raven that was Roman swooped down.
“I thought I’d throw my arms up like on a roller coaster.”
“Your funeral.”
“Better not be. I die, you might never get your sword back.”
We dived. Wind whistled past my ears. The ground rushed at us.
Below us, the raven twisted back into a human.
The ground hurtled toward me at an alarming speed.
We are all going to die . . .
Six feet above the grass I decided to take my chances. I jumped out of the swing—the ground punched my feet—and rolled upright.
Roman clapped.
“What the hell?” Teddy Jo asked, landing. “I would’ve set you down.”
Legs unbroken, arms unbroken, and best of all, solid ground under my feet.
“I’m okay.”
Roman laughed.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Can’t help it.” The smile slid off his face. “It might be the last time. Nothing good will come from your entering this forest. This isn’t a place where normal people are welcome.”
“I should be right at home, then.”
“It’s always too late,” I told him.
“Do you remember how to talk to the gods?”
“Don’t ask for anything, promise nothing, and accept no gifts.”
Roman sighed. “We shall go, then.” He headed into the woods. We followed, picking our way through the underbrush along a narrow trail.
“Why didn’t Chernobog tell you that he wanted to talk to me?” I asked. “It would’ve made things a lot simpler.”
“He did,” Roman said. “Sometimes he wants things and I talk him out of it. I thought we had agreed to let you be. You have enough on your plate.”
“Your god went around you,” Teddy Jo said.
“He did. I tried to tell him it’s a bad idea, I tried to tell Kate it’s a bad idea, and nobody listens to me. And so here we are.” He waved at the darkness in the woods.
“You didn’t try very hard to talk her out of it,” Teddy Jo said.
“I respect her,” Roman said. “She knows what she’s doing. If she says she wants to talk to my god, then so be it. Besides, if Chernobog wants to talk to you, he’ll find a way.”
Speaking of respect . . . “I have a bone to pick with you.”
“Oh?”
“Did you send my father a wedding invitation?”
“Of course I did.”
“Did you clear it with me?”
Roman bent an eyebrow at me. “You weren’t available.”
“My father called me, all offended on my behalf that the wedding dinner isn’t sufficiently feastlike.”
“Umm,” Roman said.
“Curran is also now offended because my father referred to him as a pauper.”
“Umm,” Roman offered.
“And then you called over to the Keep and offended the dress designers, so they hunted me down this morning and invaded my house.”
“You do need a dress.”
“You’re not a wedding planner, you’re a menace. Stop planning my wedding.”
“I’ll stop when you start.”
“There is nothing to plan.”
Roman turned to Teddy Jo on the trail next to him. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“What does this wedding look like in your head?” Teddy Jo asked me. “Is it like the family gets there and then this Russian shows up and marries you?”
“Pretty much.”
“No,” Teddy Jo said.
“It’s my wedding. It’s for me.”
“No, your wedding night is for you. The wedding is for everyone else.”
“I told her,” Roman said. “Weddings require preparation. It’s a significant, hopefully once-in-a-lifetime event where you swear to love and cherish another person, not casually but through thick and thin. It’s a promise that is meant to be kept forever. Honestly, Kate, do you want to get married? It’s a serious question.”