Night Study

“Why did you disobey a direct order?” the Commander countered.

Thrown, Valek searched his memory. “What order?”

“The one not to get involved with Ben Moon’s escape. You were heading to Sitia to help Yelena before you ran into Maren.”

“How—”

“It doesn’t matter how I learned of this. What matters is you failed to inform me of your change in plans.”

“An assassin was after Yelena.”

“That is the answer to your original question, Valek. Why didn’t I inform you about Owen? Yelena.”

“I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t have told her? Truly? He’s a dangerous magician, and she’s the reason he was caught. She’s the reason his brother went to prison. You wouldn’t have warned her?”

Now Valek didn’t have an answer.

“Your loyalties are divided.”

“Yes. They are. But I passed all your tests. I returned even after Yelena was shot with Onora’s bolt. I found and shut down the smuggling operation as ordered. It wouldn’t have been as successful if I hadn’t taken that detour to aid Yelena.”

“You had no way of knowing that before you left. And Owen still managed to escape.”

Valek bit down on his first retort. If he’d known about Owen in the first place, this whole smuggling mess never would have happened. “You used to trust my judgment.”

Commander Ambrose leaned back in his chair. “I did.”

“What changed? Was it because I didn’t tell you that I can be trapped by a simple null shield?”

“No. Everything changed the night an assassin crept through my window.”

“Onora?”

“Yes.”

But he’d been there with the Commander. Unless... Onora had said she’d been working with him for six months. “You mean the first time she arrived? Not the second time, when I was there, which was just another one of your tests.”

“Yes. The first time played out almost identical to the second. But instead of you fighting her, I recruited her just like I had with you.”

She had the C-shaped scar to prove it. Just like his. “It scared you.”

“Damn right, it scared me. The fact that she could get in so easily and you were in Sitia, helping Yelena. Helping the Sitian Council. Helping your friends solve puzzles while I was in real danger.”

Not quite accurate, but Valek knew not to contradict him. “All sanctioned by you. You know if these people gain power in Sitia, it’s only a matter of time before they set their sights on Ixia.”

“That is no longer a concern of mine. I’ve decided that there will be no more helping Sitia with their difficulties. You’re staying in Ixia and dealing with Ixian problems. If Sitia has a revolt and the victors attack us, then we will defend ourselves at that time. My army is quite capable, and it will give all those young hotheads something to do. As of now, you no longer have the freedom to assign agents and go off on missions as you see fit. You must clear everything with me first. Understand?”

The Commander’s words sliced into Valek as if he’d been stabbed with a knife. In all their years together and throughout all their fights, Commander Ambrose had never spoken to Valek in that tone. Had Owen manipulated him four years ago when the magician bargained for his life, promising the Commander Curare in exchange? It depended on when Leif had woven the null shields for him.

Unable to remain sitting, Valek stood. “I understand that you no longer trust me.”

“You need to earn my trust again. I need to know that when I give an order, you will follow it without question.”

Fear coiled around Valek’s chest. The Commander had never wished for him to be a mindless soldier. “Questioning your orders has been the heart of our relationship. The ability to discuss issues and determine the best way to handle them has been beneficial. It’s why I’m one of your advisers. You’ll ruin—”

In a heartbeat, the Commander shot to his feet and advanced on him. Valek remained in place, even when Commander Ambrose drew his knife and pressed the tip to Valek’s chest. Fury radiated in every one of the Commander’s clenched muscles. Valek had pushed too far.

“You’ve forgotten your place, Valek. You’re mine. Live or die, I decide.”

The Commander cut his shirt open, then traced the twenty-four-year-old C-shaped scar on Valek’s chest with the knife. Burning pain seared his skin as the razor-sharp tip sliced through his flesh with ease, but Valek refused to utter a sound.

“Do you remember what you pledged to me in that alley long ago?” he asked Valek.

“My loyalty.”

“Correct. See that you don’t break my trust again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

Valek stared straight ahead. “Your orders regarding Owen Moon, sir?”

“You are to leave him and his companions alone. No more investigating. No more interference in his affairs. Owen is my guest and is staying in the guest quarters. He works for me and will continue to do so until I say otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Fear pierced Valek’s anger and humiliation. He had to warn Yelena.

“Good. Anything else?”

“Who hired Onora to kill you, sir?”

“It’s under investigation.”

Meaning, Onora hadn’t been able to learn the client’s name from Hedda. Which explained why she killed the teacher. “Your orders regarding Onora?”