Page 63 of Queen Takes Rook
“Stand your ground,” the woman said again in a booming voice. It had to be Keisha, but I couldn’t tell for sure where her voice came from.
Tlacel swooped down over the shadowed dais. :Look through my eyes, my queen.:
I focused on his bond. I knew Rik could do something like this, where he looked through Daire’s eyes.
:He’s yours,:Rik’s rumble rolled through our bond.:His blood is yours. His heart is yours. Now make his eyes yours.:
I reached through the bond toward Tlacel, sliding my mind closer to his. The path was narrow, since our bond was newer than mine with Rik. I hadn’t shared nearly as much blood with the twins, but I was still able to slide inside him. I could feel his heart beating, the air rushing over his feathers as he dropped a wing and circled back lower over the dais. Through his eyes, I saw a large wooden throne, its back curved like an oval shield painted with Celtic runes. Spears made the frame and arms of the throne. His vision was so sharp I could see the delicate layers in the stone spear heads that had been painstakingly carved from flint over a thousand years ago.
But the throne was empty.
He cut a sharp circle back across the group of people blocking me from the throne. There. A woman stood in the back, her arms spread, her lips moving. A large golden crown gleamed against her dark curls.
:Up, away,:I told him and Nevarre.:To me, if you can. She’s going to strike.:
They immediately wheeled away from the windows and dove toward me in a flurry of wings and feathers.
I pulled my power back toward us, wrapping us in layers of energy. I didn’t want a visible shield. I didn’t want to look afraid or defensive, because we weren’t. But I’d be ready to absorb whatever she sent our way. She had the power of hurricanes and storms. She surely couldn’t loose a hurricane inside the building without hurting her own people, but lightning… Yeah. She could try and blast us. That was what I’d do if I had storms as my power in close quarters.
Wriggling between my leg and Rik’s, Daire licked a drop of blood from the top of my foot. When I didn’t rebuke him, he nuzzled his head deeper beneath my skirt and swirled his tongue around my ankle and up my calf. Not to be left out, Itztli joined him on my left. I dropped my hand on his shoulders and pushed my fingers deep into his black fur.
Grounded. Braced. Ready.
I smelled ozone a moment before lightning arced from the glittering chandelier. Rik instinctively pulled me closer, wrapping his big body around me. Tlacel and Nevarre threw their wings over us like a shield of black and green-gold feathers.
Time seemed to slow. I had time to appreciate the smell of druid magic and ripe jungle rolling from my winged Blood. The stroke of Daire’s rough sandpaper tongue on my knee. Itztli gripped my calf gently in his teeth, ready to pull me down to the floor if necessary. Nevarre’s cold shadow enveloped the throne and slowly blanketed the dais, leaking toward us like a puddle of ink.
A million volts touched my power. Everything froze, like the world held its breath. Isis laughed softly in my head and I could almost see Her finger touch the tip of the lightning bolt. Her dark hair blowing in streams of power. Jasmine blooming around her feet.
Yes.
I pushed back. I willed the electricity to reverse. It sparked. Arced. And shot back toward its creator.
A boom rocked the building and time snapped back into full speed. People screamed. Smoke billowed up, reeking of burned flesh. The group of people blocking my path scattered, backing away from a pile of charred remains of several people, likely Blood, who’d taken the brunt of the recoil.
Keisha Skye stared back at me, slightly scorched and frazzled, but otherwise unharmed. Her ebony skin gleamed in the sunlight. Her face was gorgeous, sharp cheekbones and high forehead, her golden-brown eyes glittering as brightly as her crown. She wore a sequined gown that flashed like thousands of fireflies had descended upon her.
All that gold. The brightness and light, the twisting of her power and intention to darker urges. A hunger for pain and destruction. She had to be contaminated by Ra’s influence.
She took me in, too, her mouth flattening into a hard, grim frown as she noted my shifted Blood. The way they crowded against me, the warcat and black dog both licking my legs and ankles. The blood.
I could see the moment she realized what it meant. Her eyes flared wide. The fresh glow of her skin washed away. Even the glittering brightness of her dress dimmed, though that was partially due to Nevarre’s Shadow that slowly spread across the windows.
She lifted a hand to her head, as if she had a headache, or needed to adjust the crown. Her fingers trembled. Her lips paled, and she swallowed, hard, as if she was going to throw up.
Empathy welled up inside me. She’d lost a child. I couldn’t begin to understand how devastating that must have been. How horrible. What lengths would I go to protect Xochitl? Even though she wasn’t even from my own body? If Ra had taken her through the portal… If her hair had slipped through my fingers, and I’d watched her fall into the waiting arms of those horrible empty creatures…
I shivered, my heart aching. My eyes blurred with tears.
Keisha started to sob. At least, that’s what I thought, until I focused back on her face and saw the sneer twisting her lips. She laughed. She fucking laughed.
“Well, well, well. Your mother always did love to fuck the monsters. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re just like her.”
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Shara
Keisha didn’t say my mother’s true name. She couldn’t. No living Aima could say Esetta Isador.
