"What? Whoa!" She scrambled away from him, real fear coursing through her. This was exactly why the night before shouldn't have happened. Or even this morning when they'd been getting ready together. They'd been behaving just like a married couple readying for the office, one of those couples who pass a mug of coffee and a bagel between them. Well, except that she and Sebastian didn't eat or have an office.
But she hadn't seen the topic of marriage coming up - not so soon. Panic. No more playing with the vampire. "You can't marry me! I'm... I'm a pagan!" she babbled.
This was all insanity, anyway.
I'm going to die. And if I don't die, then I'll succeed in retrieving my sisters -
A sudden realization robbed her of breath.
If she saved them, she would change history. And Kaderin would never even know Sebastian.
"And I was Catholic," he said slowly, brows drawn in confusion. "I still want to marry you."
Stumbling from the bed, she swooped up her things, stuffing items into a bag. Was she shaking? "Look, Sebastian, am I attracted to you? Yep, you got me. I'm not going to lie. Last night was... enjoyable. I'm glad it happened. But that doesn't mean that it will happen again. Much less that I will wed you."
"What could make it so that you would?"
"My absolute belief that I would want to spend eternity with you. Immortals really have to be careful with this, you understand, and you and I have never even had a civil conversation before today. And honestly, I don't trust you, and I can't turn off a lifetime of beliefs in the course of two weeks."
"Why not just try life with me?"
"Because unturned vampires are like nuclear bombs. The bomb itself is not a bad thing. The damage it's capable of is the bad thing. In any event, you still don't want one in your backyard."
"Give me a chance to prove you wrong."
"Sebastian, have you ever seen a turned vampire? If you had, you would know why I would do just about anything not to wake up to one at sunset because you went out and got frisky."
"I would never be unfaithful to you," he said, then felt compelled to tell her, "And I have seen them. Through your dreams."
She clearly didn't like to be reminded of that and looked as if she barely held on to her patience.
"And not all vampires turn. My brother didn't and he drinks from the flesh."
Her eyes widened. "That's right. Tapping Myst, is he, then? So much for coven secrets."
"He would never betray her." For all of Nikolai's faults, he was as loyal as men came.
"Even if you would never turn, if I accepted you, and we were together, there are only two possible outcomes for our future. One, I leave behind my family. Or two, they kill you. Period. That is our future."
"But my brother and Myst - "
"Will be running for their lives when our queen returns."
"Furie?"
"Let me guess. You've seen her, too?"
"I have." He felt his face grow cold. "She broke your goddamned arm."
"So, you've seen that she's a fearsome being."
"I don't fear her, and I would always protect you."
"You should fear her," Kaderin said, exasperated. "All vampires should. The Horde captured her and chained her to the bottom of the ocean for the last fifty years. For fifty years she's drowned repeatedly, every few minutes, only to have her immortality revive her, and no one could find her. But now we're getting close, and when she rises, she won't differentiate between the two armies of vampires. There'll be no reasoning with her. Because she wasn't exactly levelheaded before dying the last four million plus times."
"We'll deal with that when the time comes."
"Just stop. Do you want to know what the second of the three major turnoffs is? It's pressure. I don't respond well to pressure." She snatched up her bag and tossed the strap over her shoulder.
"Wait, before you go." He traced to her flat, carefully collected the egg from the drawer he'd stowed it in, then traced back. "Here."
"Of course." She tucked her hair behind her ear, then reached for it. "I was just about to ask for this."
"No, you weren't," he said, and somehow knew he was right.
"Was too." She held the egg up, and when it disappeared, the scents from far away came once more. "I was, because I was curious if you had killed the other two basilisks or not."
Can't lie. Even though he knew she'd view him as weak. He ran his palm over the back of his neck and averted his face. "I had to kill one of them. I decided... not to with the smallest basilisk."
Of all the reactions he might have expected, her sound of frustration and her forefinger pointed at him weren't among them.
"Of course, you did," she said in a disgusted tone. "Stay, leave, do as you will, but I've work to do."
He was growing angry. Mercy had its place. "Would you prefer that I had killed them both?"
Forefinger still out like a sword, she sputtered, "No! But you just had to turn out to be all noble and... and understanding. And you are such a... a... vampire!" She frowned, then seemed to seize on a thought. "And you could have told me who you are!"
Where in the hell had that come from? "I told you my name that first morning."
"But you didn't tell me who you were!"
He drew back his head, utterly baffled, as she stormed from the room into the sunlit main cabin.
She was leaving, and he couldn't go with her, even though everything in him wanted to. And because of the sun, he couldn't even watch her walk away.
When she was gone, he felt as if he were missing some part of himself. Something intrinsic and critical.
He felt caged, frustrated. He punched the wall of the plane, breaking an interior panel. Goddamn it, I want to follow where she goes.
Gobi Desert, Africa
Day 11
Prize: A collection of water from the Fountain of
Youth, infinite in number, worth seven points
Twenty miles she'd covered before finding the oasis with the Fountain of Youth. She'd scooped up its magical waters in an empty, dented Aquafina bottle and raised it over her heart in offering.
Everyone in the Lore knew that the Fountain moved from desert to desert all over the world. It was not, for instance, located in the swamps of the panhandle of Florida. Conquistadors and their madcap ideas. How her sisters had chortled at the time.
Today she was allowing herself a more leisurely pace back, listening to Regin's iPod, which she'd left on the plane for Kaderin. The trek across the sand was uncomfortable enough without running. The sun scorched the desert like those food-heating lamps, keeping the area at a constant one hundred thirty degrees Fahrenheit. It seemed as if the sand were in its death throes, hissing at the sun.