“Unbelievable,” he said, settling down on the bed. “I had no idea there were that many layers under there.”

Mae ran a hand through her damp her, wishing she could shower.

It seemed pointless if she just had a night of hard labor ahead. “I guess it takes quite a barrier to protect these people from the evil powers of lust.”

His expression darkened. “Well, that still apparently wasn’t enough for ‘His Piousness.’ That guy was one step away from having his hand down his pants. Or robe. Or whatever.”

“And you looked like you were one step away from starting an adolescent fight,” she chastised. “I appreciate the chivalry, but you didn’t really think my virtue was in peril, did you?”

To her surprise, he didn’t smile at her joke. “Mae, that man is part lunatic, part genius, and he runs the network of lunatics that runs this country. I know someone like you has never had to worry about being forced by a guy, but believe me when I tell you, if he’d wanted it, he could’ve gotten a dozen lackeys in there to hold you down and sing hymns to their god while he had his way with you.”

It wasn’t the graphic image that made Mae wince internally. It was the casual remark about her never having to worry about being forced that momentarily drew her up short. Justin was almost right.

Throughout her life, she’d maintained complete control in her sexuality and related choices—with almost one exception.

Her ex-boyfriend, Porfirio Aldaya, had once tried to rape her after their ugly breakup. He wouldn’t have called it rape, of course. Mae had fought him off with, unknowingly, the help of the Morrigan, the Celtic goddess who’d tried to control the first part of Mae’s life. Even now, Mae wondered if she would have been able to save herself without divine intervention. Porfirio had been stronger than her, trained with the same praetorian skill. And as memories of the terror and feelings of powerlessness swept her, Mae wondered if she would consciously choose divine help to protect herself again, knowing what she knew now.

This was one of the few secrets that not even Justin knew, however, and she kept her troubled feelings off of her face as she dismissed his concerns. “We’ve been saying this whole time the

Arcadians don’t want an international incident. If he’s as much of a genius as you claim, he won’t risk the peace over a woman, no matter how much power he can toss around.”

Justin looked her over and finally relaxed enough to smile. “Well, you’re not just any woman—even in that godawful scrap of fabric.

Don’t underestimate these guys’ desperation, even the powerful ones.”

His amusement was fleeting and quickly dried up. “And trust me when I say his power’s something else altogether.”

She’d started to rummage through her suitcase for a clean dress and paused at his words. “I think I know what you mean,” she said slowly. “When we were in there . . . I felt . . .”

Justin leaned forward, holding his breath. “Yes?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. It made my skin crawl. Maybe it was nerves . . .”

“You felt it. You felt that he was one of the elect.” He exhaled and sank onto the bed. “I didn’t think you could. I don’t know if that says more about him or you. You still have the charm?”

She reached under the neckline of the shift and held up the wooden charm, still on its string.

“Good,” said Justin. “Don’t ever take it off around here. This is a dangerous place to be noticed by the gods.” Seeing that she was about to change, he politely turned away. She gratefully rid herself of the shift.

“What will you do about his request to bring in missionaries? Or cultural experts?”

“Take it to Lucian and the others, then give my recommendation,”

Justin said simply.

“Which is?”

“No f**king way. Nehitimar won’t have the power at home that he has here, but letting servants of a god like that into our country is a bad idea, politically and spiritually. Even if they say they’re only lecturing about Arcadian culture in general, you know religion will be the real focus.”

Mae finished buttoning up the new dress and walked over so that she was in his line of sight again. “Spiritually?”

He nodded. “Things are crazy enough with a bunch of fledgling gods struggling for control. We don’t need one that’s already established.”

Mae left him soon thereafter, stopping by one of the other outlying guest houses in the hopes of finding Harriet and tonight’s instructions.

The house showed the signs of overcrowding, with makeshift beds in the halls and common areas from those who’d been displaced by the Gemmans in Mae’s building. Even the children were gone, however, and Mae was starting to leave the foyer when she thought she heard what sounded like sobbing. She hesitated only a moment about intruding into someone’s personal quarters before making up her mind.

The house’s layout was similar to the one she was staying in, and in the third bedroom, she found the source of the sound.

“Hannah?”

Carl’s young concubine sat huddled in a corner of the room, wearing a shift similar to what Mae had worn earlier underneath her Cloistered wrappings. It wasn’t that that was so startling, however. It was the sight of uncovered, bleeding lash marks on the girl’s back that made Mae catch her breath. At the sound of her name, Hannah hastily wiped her eyes and staggered to her feet.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t be sitting around. They must need me.”

“I... no, no one sent me,” said Mae, catching the misunderstanding. “I was just, uh, passing through. Can I help you?”

The young woman regarded her with wary eyes in a face that was pretty but gaunt with malnourishment. It was sickening, considering the way the men around here gorged themselves at meals.

“I’m supposed to be Cloistered,” Hannah said at last. “But I’m having trouble doing it.”

Mae was even more horrified. “On those wounds?” The restrictive clothing had been uncomfortable enough in good health, let alone Hannah’s condition. “Who did that to you? Carl?”

“Harriet did. It’s her duty as head wife to keep us in line. She decided I should spend some time Cloistered to help me correct my sinful ways and stop tempting men.”

A thousand comments sprang to Mae’s mind, none of which she knew would be appropriate. Instead, she took a deep breath and asked, “I can help you. Are you allowed to dress the wounds first?” Surely even these savages were mindful of infection.

Hannah gave a hesitant nod, and a quick search of the house turned up some basic first aid supplies. There was nothing in the way of antiseptic, but Mae hoped simple cleaning and bandaging would be good enough.

“Does Harriet do this often?” she asked.

It took several long moments for Hannah to answer. “Only when I deserve it.” She sighed. “If I could only get pregnant, Carl might make me a wife. Then my sinful nature might be kept more in check. But Nehitimar hasn’t deemed me worthy.”

“I don’t think Nehitimar has that much to do with it,” said Mae, the words slipping out before she could stop them. With a gasp, Hannah suddenly turned to her.

“One of your men . . . would they take me?”

“Take you home?”

Hannah shook her head furiously. “Take me . . . in the way men take women. I would give myself to them, any of them. All of them.

They’re all healthy. It’s obvious they’ve been blessed. There’s an underground exit in your bathroom closet that I could sneak in through tonight. It would be a great sin, of course, but I could do penance later, and if it got me with child—”

“I don’t think so,” said Mae, feeling stunned. “I mean, I’m sorry for your trouble, but it’s not something they’d really—”

“Of course,” interrupted Hannah, looking away. “They wouldn’t have any interest in me, not with you Gemman women on hand.”

Mae tried to protest that the issue was more complex than that, but Hannah had shut down by that point and only wanted to expedite the Cloistering. In truth, Hannah was one of the prettier women around here, but that had only led to her troubles. And when she was finally wrapped up in that ridiculous get-up and ready to help, Mae walked with her to the main house, wondering how much labor Hannah would be able to do so constrained. Harriet had plenty of ideas, however, and was quick to set them to work.

Mae had the mindless task of peeling and chopping potatoes, giving her time to ponder the day’s developments. Her encounter with Hannah had only darkened her mood. Was that the kind of future her niece had? The picture Mae had seen had shown a pretty girl unmarked by Cain, no surprise since her unknown plebeian father’s genes would’ve helped stamp it out. Would she be destined for a life like Hannah’s? Coveted by men and despised by other women? Even if she was made someone’s wife—at thirteen—that was no protection from beatings and other “character building” behaviors. Anger kindled in Mae the more she thought about it, anger toward her family for their part in shipping the girl off with no thought but to protect the illusion of their bloodline.

A deep breath settled her, and she pushed all thoughts of her mother and sister away. There would be time to deal with them later.

Right now, Mae’s niece was the priority. Mae was here, closer than she’d ever been, and she needed to locate the girl before the opportunity was gone. But how could she when the country was filled with those salons?

The knife.

As the night progressed, she accepted that truth. It all came down to the knife. She listened patiently when Val and the others came back, describing their day, but the image of the amber hilt was never far from Mae’s mind. Even after dinner and the evening wrap-up, when Justin related his discussion with the others about Arcadian missionaries, Mae still found herself unable to stop thinking about the knife. It had brought her this far. It would take her the rest of the way. It had to.

Resolved, she made her decision.

CHAPTER 13

The RUNA’s Best and Brightest

Daphne couldn’t have been happier to hear about Tessa’s new involvement with the Young Citizens Council.

“I knew it!” whooped Daphne, when the two (plus Rufus) met for coffee near Creative Minds that week. “I knew you wanted to hunt down the truth.”

Tessa grimaced. “It wasn’t quite like that. Dr. Cassidy just wanted me to participate in his group so that I can tell the other kids how great the RUNA is. I didn’t even have to do anything.”

“So much the better,” declared Daphne.

“I really just did it because Darius wants to be part of it so much,” added Tessa with a sigh. “But the thing is, he can’t even make one of their meetings right away. His intern schedule conflicts. So I’ll probably just wait until he’s free to—”

“No,” interrupted Daphne. “Absolutely not. When’s their next meeting?”

Tessa thought back to the multiple messages she’d received from Dr. Cassidy since telling him she’d attend the YCC. “This afternoon.

It’s geared toward students in high school and college who are busy in the day. But I’m not going to—”

Daphne’s eyes, which seemed to have even more kohl than usual on, widened. “What? That soon? Of course you’re going. Tell Cassidy you are so he knows to expect you. Damn.” She finished her coffee in a gulp and stood up. “We’ve got to get you a wire.”

Tessa stayed where she was. “What? Is that legal?”

“Perfectly,” said Daphne. “Especially for a group that’s allegedly educating kids on politics. No one’s going to even think to check you.

And if they did . . . well, in some ways, that’d be evidence unto itself.

Now come on—we’ll go get one at North Prime.”

Tessa reluctantly finished her own drink and followed. Rufus trailed them as always and remarked sweetly, “I’m surprised you don’t lend her your own wire, Miss Lang.”

Daphne cut him a look. He’d found her hidden microphone the first time she’d come to the March house, and she hadn’t bothered wearing one since. “I might need it. Besides, the kid should have her own in this kind of work—especially if she’s going to be hanging out in political company.”

“It’s just a youth group,” insisted Tessa. “They do volunteer work and teach about the Citizens Party. He’s not going to be openly giving them subversive messages.”

“ ‘ Openly’ is the key word,” said Daphne. “But you’d be surprised what gets slipped into the message when impressionable youngsters are involved. That’s not for you to worry about, though. I’ll review the data. You just have to gather it. Look cute and hopeful for the future of this country. Participate in any conversations that seem controversial.”

“Yeah, because that won’t seem suspicious at all,” grumbled Tessa.

Daphne led them down to subway station. “It won’t, actually.

You’re provincial. In some ways, that means you should be cautious about what you say to fit in. At the same time, others won’t be surprised if you say something uncouth.”

“I’m not going to make myself seem like some backward barbarian, just to get your story that probably doesn’t exist!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Daphne chucked Tessa’s chin. “You’re a smart girl. You’ll know what to look for and what to say. Just pay attention to everything, and I’ll help you figure out the rest. I thought we were out of leads when Lucian left the country, but this may be bigger than talking to him directly.”




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