Ram, now dressed as I was in a black robe, led me, a pair of rebel guards flanking us, back the way we came to the library and the table where Ameline had stood. The busybody colleagues already cleared the book she'd read from away, but after letting my demon sniff the spot, I followed her guidance to a nearby shelf and retrieved the tome in question.It stank of Ameline, so much Ahbi's power jerked inside me.Look, I sent, not knowing if what was left of her could understand me or not. I'm doing my damned best. But if you keep doing crap like this, we won't get anywhere. Got me?The power fluttered, shot me one last jab and subsided.Okay then.Ram had already flipped the book open by the time I finished my little internal argument and from the pale look on his face, it wasn't good news. Since I couldn't read what was written there, I had to impatiently poke him in the ribs to catch his attention. He was so concerned he didn't even frown at me."What?" I looked down at the sketc
Ram filled Culectorion in while I was led to a private room and allowed to collapse into a sunken tub carved from stone and soak the filth of the desert I'd walked through and the sweat of anxiety from my body. I knew I didn't have much time, but it was hard to drag myself from the water, now scrubbed clean and smelling of some kind of Demoniconian flower, toweling off with a soft sheet, dressing in boots-thank the elements. Boots!-flowing black pants and a tightly belted red tunic, tossing my poor t-shirt and what remained of my pajama bottoms in the corner. It felt weird to go without a bra, but I didn't have much choice, hoping my demon's larger chest, though perky, wouldn't bounce too much.Making me blush. Because I thought of Ram and if he'd notice.Aw, hell.A metal ring with an elastic substance on the inside held my hair back and a warm black jacket hemmed at my knees finished the ensemble. Much more wearable than most of the clothes I'd been forced to choose from in Ostrog
I kicked my own sorry ass for the next several minutes while resolutely not meeting Ram's eyes. What was I thinking? This was serious business. Stupid romance and girly passion had no place in my mind. Or shouldn't have. I had a world to save, didn't I?So why did I catch myself thinking about what Ram would look like with considerably less clothing on?Syd. Girlfriend. Priorities.At least our escort was over it, or at least had the good sense to stop with the smirking and sideways glances. They had to be all males, didn't they? I was surrounded by juveniles.Time to get with the program. I steadfastly tuned out anything romantic and looked around to get my bearings. What I saw wasn't all that thrilling and almost disappointed me enough my demon's desire to think about Ram again nearly won.While Milanseme was beautiful for its spiky spires and Bilhaeder stunning with its shining domes, Ilogabon bordered on ugly. All angles and odd shapes that made no sense, carved from the same
I spent the remainder of the day with Ram in tow, following the pull of Ameline. There were several times we were forced to hide from approaching Guards and dodge fights still breaking out all over Ilogabon, simply blending in with the rest of the fleeing populace in most cases.I had no idea what Ameline was up to, but she led me on a labyrinth chase all over the hideous city, and I began to wonder as the largest suns set if she'd somehow managed to trick Ahbi's power into following a false trail while our quarry eluded us and escaped.Ram finally pulled me to a halt when yet another tug ended up in a dead end alley."Your method is getting us nowhere," he said, holding up his hands in defense as I spun on him with a snarl."You try following the geas of a dead demon Ruler," I snapped.Ram bowed his head with a little smile. "I'm not faulting you, Princess," he said. "But something is clearly making our job harder. Might I suggest something?""Go ahead." I stomped one foot befor
Ram turned me around and shoved me toward Mensa's little vehicle before the fleet of Guard transports appeared from the darkness above. I vaguely heard Phineasoralo shouting orders at her people, thrown to the ground when a ball of blazing demon fire exploded on the other side of the slim ship's hull, cracking it in two and sending the pieces spinning like tops.There went that idea. By the time I leaped to my feet, a shield firmly around me and, by physical association as he gripped my hand, Ram, two of the massive transports had already landed, Guards pouring out, magic flying.This way! Ram's jerk on our mutual grip almost tore my arm from its socket as he dragged me like a sack of dead weight for the first few steps until I broke through my shock and followed under my own power. Mensa huffed behind us, too far for me to cover him with my shielding, though I did my best. Explosion after explosion rocked the docking area, small transports and large carriers owned by the rebels dest
Nunaresh approached at a rapid pace, the large transport's increased power traveling much faster than our smaller ride had been able to accomplish. I sat back and watched the tiny lights grow to towering buildings reminding me more of a human city than any of the others I'd visited here on Demonicon."Why isn't Nunaresh on the official tour?" I caught Ram's scowl before he answered."It's the only independent city on Demonicon," he said, voice level, but hands tightening on the sides of the control panel. That, paired with his frown, told me this was a major bone of contention for him. "The aristocracy can't be bothered with the lower plane cities, let alone one run by its own council. Your grandmother tried many times to coerce the rulers of Nunaresh to accept royal control, but she never convinced them and wasn't willing to start a war over it.""I'm amazed she let it grow at all." The city fell away to my right as Ram banked around the outskirts. "Ahbi was such a control freak."
"My lord," my guide broke my gaping silence for me, "Her Highness must be ravenous."Leader-my grandfather-nodded quickly and took my arm, linking it through his as he led me, unresisting, under a wide archway similar to the front door and into a long, narrow room, seating me himself in a massive chair before sitting beside me at the head of the table. My quiet guide gestured and the others in the room joined us, though I noticed he remained, silent and watchful, at my grandfather's shoulder."You seem surprised to see me, Sydlynhamitra." Leader-Grandfather-I'd heard his name before, hadn't I?"I thought you were dead or something." Way to mumble yourself into embarrassment, Hayle.Grandfather laughed, a deep belling sound, and his followers joined him. All but his protector who held as still as ever. And Ram, beside me."Whoever told you I was dead? Your grandmother?" He shook his head, helping himself to a mug of nectar, which I rejected when he tried to fill my glass. "That wou
Good thing I was prepared for the worst. Had already begun to gather my power, calling on my healthy paranoia and the fact I was so used to walking around with my shields as a daily wardrobe choice I merely had to boost them with the magic I held in reserve, more than enough to block Belkni's slim, large hand from reaching me.His power pressed against mine, not as a weight, but a slim blade, trying to slice through my wards and tear them open. I was ready for that, too, had read him like an open book, figured his quiet nature meant a more subtle style. I'd gone up against vampire Queens and Brotherhood sorcerers, demon princes and an Unseelie lord. And though I was well aware how dangerous my grandfather's bodyguard likely was, I was also confident he'd underestimated me.I was so right. His edged attack failed, skittering over the surface of my wards as I reached under him with my earth magic, Shaylee's green power surging forward to play and pinned him against the wall. Firmly. No