It had nothing to do with love; there was no use wasting hope on love. That was a matter of luck, and the only reason hed ever had to call himself lucky was left to rot in a shallow grave in the human world. Lucky Ziriwhat a joke.
His new hope was simply to be Kirin again, someday. To live through thisand not be found out, and not burned as a traitor for deceit, and not left to evanesce. He still counted it true, what he had told Karou just now: that it was worth it, his sacrifice, if it could help lead the chimaera toward a future free of the White Wolfs savagery.
But beyond that, Ziris hope was modest. He wanted to fly again, and be rid of this hateful body with its mouthful of fangs, its jagged claws.
If anyone ever did love him, he thought bitterly, it might be nice to be able to touch her without drawing blood.
14
THE LONGEST FIVE MINUTES IN HISTORY
Liraz felt guilty.
It was not her favorite feeling. Her favorite feeling was the absence of feeling ; anything else led to turmoil. Right now, for example, she found herself angry at the source of her guilt, and, though aware that this was an improper emotional response, she could not seem to unfeel it. She was angry because she knew she was going to have to do something to assuage the guilt.
Damn it.
It was the human with his damned imploring eyes and his shivering. What did he mean, asking her to keep him warmand his girlas if they were her responsibility? What were they even doing here, traveling with beasts? It wasnt their world, and they werent her problem. This guilt was stupid enough, but oh, it got worse.
It got stupider.
Liraz was also angry at the chimaera, and not for the reason that would have made sense. They were not, for a miracle, aiming their hamsas at her. She hadnt felt their magic drill its sick ache through her for the entire time that theyd been encamped here. And that was why she was angry. Because they werent giving her a reason to be angry.
Feelings. Were. Stupid.
Hurry up, Akiva , she thought to the night sky, as if her brother might rescue her from herself. Small chance of that. He was a wreck of feelings, and that was another reason for fury. Karou had done that to him. Liraz could imagine her fingers around the girls neck. No. Shed twist her ridiculous hair into a rope and strangle her with that.
Except, of course, that she wouldnt.
She would give Akiva five more minutes to arrive, and if he still didnt come, she would do it. Not strangle Karou. The other thing. The thing that she had to do to put a halt to this absurd spillage of feelings .
Five minutes.
It was her third five minutes already. And each five minutes was probably more like fifteen.
Finally, heavily, Liraz started walking, inwardly cursing Akiva with every step. Shed given him the longest five minutes in history, and he still hadnt arrived to put a stop to this. The camp was asleep, save for a griffon on guard duty, up on a pinnacle. He wouldnt be able to tell what was happening from up there.
The Wolf had come down from prowling the ledge a half
hour ago, and retreated to one of the firesfortunately, one of the farther ones. His eyes were closed. Everyones were. As far as Liraz had been able to determine, no one was awake.
No one would even know what shed done.
She was silent, prowling slowly. She arrived at the proper beast huddle and surveyed it with distaste for a moment before stepping near. The fire was a sad thing, producing almost no heat. There was the pair of humans, sleeping curled into each other like twins in a womb. Fetal , she thought. Pathetic. She stared at them for a long moment. They were shivering.
She looked around once, quickly.
Then she knelt beside them and opened her wings. It was within a seraphs basic power to burn low or high; a simple thought, and the heat intensified. Within seconds, the warmth spread to the whole huddle, but it took a while, Liraz noted, for the shivering to taper off. She herself had never known cold. It gave every appearance of unpleasantness. Weak , she thought, still watching the human pair, but there was another word lurking, defying it. Fearless.
They slept with their faces touching.
She couldnt wrap her mind around it. Liraz had never been that close to another living soul. Her mother? Maybe. She didnt remember. She knew that something in the sight made her want to cry, and so, she thought, she should hate it, and them. But she didnt, and she wondered why, watching them and keeping them warm, and it was a while before she lifted her eyes to look around the fire. She had wondered something else: whether Akiva and Karou had shared this? This fearless nearness. But where was Karou? There was Issa, the Naja, resting peacefully, it seemed, but to Lirazs deep dismay, she saw that Karou was not among these sleepers.
So where was she?
Her heart slammed, and she just knew. Godstars. How could I have been so careless? Suffused with dreadoh, and dread made her angryLiraz tipped back her head and looked up, and there, of course, was Karou, right above her, perched on the rocky ledge How long has she been there? knees tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around them tight. Awake? Oh yes. Cold, clearly. Watching.