Page 30 of Queen Takes Rook
“I know that mark,” Tocih, Mayte’s grandmother, said as she joined us, wiping her hands on her apron. “Coatlicue called you last night to Coatepec.”
“If that’s a pyramid carved with the Great Feathered Serpent and a jade throne made of massive snakes, then yes.”
Tocih nodded. “Snake Mountain. Did She tell you of the cost?”
Shara swallowed hard and averted her gaze, nodding. The older woman threw her arms around her, startling her. Wide eyed, she gave Mayte a questioning look, but then patted her grandmother’s back awkwardly.
“The gift of the grave is a heavy burden to bear, child. My mother bore Coatlicue’s serpent but failed to use it. In the end, it devoured her, and the one she was destined to kill went on to destroy our people.”
“What?” Mayte exclaimed. “You never told me this story. Who was she supposed to kill?”
“Hernan Cortes himself. In the end, she was afraid of the cost. She couldn’t bring herself to use the grave, and he destroyed us. Tenochtitlan fell. House Zaniyah was decimated. Rather than losing a single beloved, she nearly lost our entire family.” She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “When Citla came home from being fostered at House Tocatl a shell of my bright, beautiful daughter, I prayed and fasted for days, begging Coatlicue to bestow the mark on me.”
Mayte let out a shaking breath. “You hardly ever talk about Mama.”
“Because I failed her. I sent her in good faith and they…” Tocih lifted up the corner of her apron and dabbed her eyes. “They broke her, and they didn’t care. Theresa knew I wasn’t strong enough to punish them. The only way I could have given them the retribution they deserved was if Coatlicue gave me Her grave, but I understand why She did not. I had so few loved ones. If I’d lost you, dear child, Zaniyah would be no more. We wouldn’t have Xochitl now. And if I’d lost either of Citla’s boys, our queen’s Blood would not be complete. At the time, I failed to understand Her reasons, but in the end, She had a purpose. A great purpose indeed.”
Tocih reached out and seized Itztli’s hand, tugging him close enough to pat his cheek. “Instead, She gave me you, Itztli. You claimed retribution for House Zaniyah when I could not.”
I watched as my fellow Blood, the one I’d trusted the least, broke before my very eyes, crumbled against his beloved grandmother, sister, and twin, and then slowly rebuilt himself into a fine, gleaming blade as sharp as the obsidian blade on his waist.
His heart, powered by our queen’s love.
She made this possible. She protected Zaniyah. She’d restored Xochitl to her mother. And she made Itztli whole again, even though it cost her greatly. Surely, she couldn’t regret the pain when she wrought such miracles with her love.
Tocih looked back at my queen and hardened her voice. “Be sad for a time, yes. It’s your right. But don’t let this dread task our goddesses have set in your path destroy you, or you’ll lose everything. You won’t lose one beloved, but all of them. If you fail to love, and deny the light and hope They have in store for you because you’re afraid of losing someone, then you’ve already lost the most important thing in this world.”
Some of the turmoil eased in Shara’s bond, and I breathed easier myself.
Three generations of Zaniyah queens walked outside beside my queen. The child, Xochitl, watched as her great-grandmother, mother, and Shara each cut themselves on Itztli’s obsidian blade and held their hands over the blood circle protecting the nest. With Shara’s additional power added to the blood circle, their defenses anchored deeper than ever in the bedrock, grounded by the massive heart tree she’d grown with Itztli’s sacrifice.
A whole flock of bright green and red birds had taken up residence in the new tree. The black hole remained in the trunk, and the birds swarmed in and out of the tree’s core. Hopefully the tree wouldn’t be susceptible to rot and disease with its heart exposed to the elements.
Mayte hugged her brothers, her cheeks damp with tears, but a smile on her face. She took my queen’s hands in hers and kissed both of Shara’s cheeks. “Thank you, Your Majesty. It’s an honor to serve House Isador. If Zaniyah can be of assistance to you, call on us day or night.”
Shara mustered a smile. “Did you deal with Bianca?”
Mayte’s smiled sharpened, her eyes glittering with malice. “Indeed. Why do you think the birds swarm inside the tree? She’ll feed the heart tree you gave us, and I managed to hide her punishment from innocent eyes at the same time.”
Nodding, Shara drew her queen close in a hug, her face tucked against Mayte’s neck. She stroked Shara’s back, and I felt her hunger rise another notch.
“Yes,” Mayte said immediately, tipping her head aside. “Please. Let me feed you one last time before you leave.”
“I don’t want to make you come in front of everyone,” Shara said with a rueful grin tugging the corner of her mouth. “At least if we’re not going to take full advantage of my bite.”
“I can make the bite for you,” Tlacel offered. “We’ve fed from each other many times.”
I listened to Shara’s bond, but she didn’t feel any jealousy that her Blood would touch another woman, not when they were brother and sister. Though it surprised me when she shook her head.
“No. I want Itztli to make the bite for me.”
It might have seemed like an insignificant gesture, but the light shining in his dark eyes said otherwise. He had denied himself most of his life for fear of hurting others, even his family. With Shara’s bond solid inside him, he felt no hesitation as he sank his fangs into his sister’s throat, and then stepped back so our queen could feed.
She drank until Mayte made a soft, lazy sound of contentment, her hands sliding down Shara’s back, pressing their lower bodies closer. Shara’s hunger still blazed, the small amount she’d taken barely even an appetizer, but she licked the wound and lifted her head. “Thank you, my queen.”
“Your Majesty,” Mayte slurred, her eyes heavy lidded. “Safe journey. If I may be of assistance, call me at any time, and I’ll come to your aid.”
Shara started to pull away, but Mayte tangled her hands in her hair and tugged her down for a soft, lingering kiss.
