The Singer
Page 15A surge of desire shot through Ava. The dark voices whispered in her mind and a ripple of power teased her lips.
Kill them, they whispered. Take them. Hurt them as they hurt you. Hurt them more…
“You want that,” Astrid said.
“Yes.”
“I can see. But before any of that happens, you must do something else.”
“What?”
Astrid’s voice softened. “You must rest, sister. You must grieve. And you must heal.”
The Irina’s words were sour in her ears. An ache rose in her heart, and she tried to push it back.
“I’d rather just kill something,” Ava whispered.
“You try to forget him, but you can’t. You never will. He is the other half of your soul.”
“Astrid,” Damien said softly, but the Irina ignored him.
“Half of you died with him, Ava.”
“Shut up.”
She could feel the tears welling. Tears she’d shunned. Tears she forced herself to battle back. If she let them loose, they would fall forever.
“He lives in you.”
“Shut. Up.” She choked on the lump in her throat. “You have no idea—”
“I have every idea.” Astrid took a hand and put it to her throat. Then a whisper came from her lips in the Old Language, and the marks on her skin began to glow. Her mating marks were intricate, like gold lace covering her skin. When she pulled her hand away from her throat, Ava saw a band appear. Duller than the other marks, it crossed her collarbone and disappeared over her shoulders.
“What is that?” Ava asked.
Damien put his hand on Astrid’s shoulder, leaning down. “Too soon, sister.”
Astrid blinked and her mating marks disappeared. “Of course. Forgive me, Damien. I forget myself.”
“A rare occurrence, if I remember correctly.”
“Not so rare as before,” she said with a smile. She turned back to Ava, all friendly business again. “Shall we meet in an hour? That will give you time to dress and eat some breakfast. Did Karen bring a basket?”
“Yes, it’s in the kitchen.”
“Good.” Astrid nodded brusquely. “Eat something, dress warmly. Good shoes. I’ll be back in an hour to show you around.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Damien stepped to the door as Astrid walked toward it. “Thank you.”
Ava saw him grasp Astrid’s hand in both of his. Saw the gentle hold she knew must be easing some of the other woman’s tension. Then Astrid smiled sweetly at him and left.
“She’s a widow,” Ava said a few moments after the door closed. “Astrid. She’s a widow.”
Damien nodded. “Yes.”
“What was that band around her throat? Does that happen when…”
“No,” he said softly. “Nothing has changed with your mating marks, Ava. Astrid wears a mourning collar to show respect for her lost mate, but it’s not permanent like a mating mark.”
“How long?”
“He was killed during the Rending. He was a good man. A friend.”
Ava looked out the window. She could still see Astrid walking along the pathway to the large colorful house where most of the Irina lived. Her soft brown curls bounced cheerfully and she saw her stop another woman and exchange some words that made both throw their heads back in laughter. Would she ever laugh like that again? Would she mourn for two hundred years, as Astrid had?
Half of you died with him.
Only half? It felt like more.
As if he could read her mind, Damien said, “You will take your own path to healing, Ava. Don’t ever look to another to rule your grief.”
Ava slid on a facade and turned from the window. “I heard someone brought breakfast?”
Hours later, she was walking through the valley with Astrid, drinking in the beauty of the water and the sky. The hills rolled softly up from the fjord, and the houses dotted the green meadows that rested in the shadow of the mountains. The retreat was far from just a collection of houses. There were greenhouses, workshops, even animals the community kept for milk and eggs.
“We’re mostly self-sustained. We try to keep to ourselves. The people in the nearest town think we’re hippies.” Astrid smiled. “They leave us alone, for the most part.”
“How many women?”
“It varies. Some of the older Irina, those Sari trusts the most, come and go. Living here full time, there are probably fifty or so.”
“The ones who come and go, what do they do?”
“Various things. Some maintain ties to the human world. A few have mates in active service in a scribe house somewhere relatively close. Most do other things that protect this haven and a few others like it around the world. So much of the world is run on the Internet now. We’re hardly isolated at all.”
“So there are other places like this? Where?”
Astrid glanced at her. “Sari doesn’t know you that well.”
“And everyone just follows Sari?” Ava found that hard to believe.