Adult intrigues werent a mystery to him anymore. They were still intoxicating, and still frightening, and watching Karou and Akiva leave, Ziri felt like a boy again. Left out. Left behind.
Maybe he would he always feel that way with her, no matter the age of the bodies they wore.
A figure appeared in the doorwaythe one Karou had takenand for an instant he thought it would be her returning, but it wasnt. It was Lisseth.
Ziri hadnt realized that the Naja wasnt here with the rest of them, and his first, half-formed thought was one of mild self-disparagement. The real Wolf would have known if any of his troops were unaccounted for. But that thought melted away when he caught the look on Lisseths face. It was an unpleasant face at the best of times, crude and broad and host to a limited repertoire of nasty expressions ranging from sly to vicious, but now she looked stricken.
The wings of her nostrils flared white, and her lips were pressed to a bloodless crease. Her eyes were unexpectedly unguarded, vulnerable, and there was a stony dignity in the lift of her shoulders, the jut of her blunt chin. She gave him a curt nod, and he rose, curious, and went to her.
Nisk, the other Naja, saw it all, and joined them in the doorway.
What is it? Ziri asked.
Her words came out pinched. She sounded affronted. Sir, have I done something to displease you?
Yes , Ziri wanted to reply. Everything. But though he strongly suspected that she was the oath-breaker whod raised hamsas to the Misbegotten, she had denied it, and he had no proof. Not to my knowledge, he said. Whats this about?
This command should have been mine. Ive been waiting for this, and I have more tactical experience. Im stronger, and when it comes to stealth theres no contest. To not even be told what you were planning
What I was? Soldier, what are you talking about?
Lisseth blinked, glanced from him to Nisk and back. The attack on the seraph, sir. Its under way now.
Did he blanch? Did they see him pale? It was the wrong response. He should have sharpened to cold fury and bared his fangs the instant he realized that his soldiers were, at this very moment, acting without his orders. This is no plan of mine, he said, and he saw her face transform. Her indignation vanished. With the understanding that he hadnt slighted her, she was her vicious self again. Take me there, he ordered.
Yes, sir, she said, turning, and, serpent-smooth, she led the way. Ziri followed, with Nisk coming behind.
Who was it? Ziri asked himself. Lisseth herself with all her acid scrutiny would have been his first guess for a mutineer. Was she? Was this a trap?
Maybe. And yet he had no choice but to follow. Belatedly it struck him that he should have
summoned Ten, and it seemed strange to him that the she-wolf hadnt followed of her own accord.
They descended one of the cave systems many down-wending passages, going beyond the ones he knew, deeper and deeper still. Every time they came around a corner with their torches, big pallid insects skittered away ahead of them, squeezing improbably into cracks in the walls. The caverns were pervaded by a heavy, wet-mineral smell, as oppressive a sensory cloak as the wind music was, but as they progressed, new odors filtered through it, traces teased from the darkness. Animal scents, musky and ripe. Chimaera, a group of them. And a cooked-meat scorch, complete with acrid burning hair, that cramped Ziris gut with foreboding. Any chimaera who had gone to battle against seraphim knew the tang of a burning body.
Ziris sense of smell in this body was far better than his natural one had been, but he was still learning to unweave the information it gave him and identify the worlds many reeks. Its perfumes, too. More smells were bad than good, in his few days of experience, at least, but the good ones were better than hed ever realized.
Here was one now, weaving through the others like a single gold thread in a tapestry, wisp-thin but bell-bright. Spice , he thought. The kind that burns the tongue and leaves in its wake a kind of purity.
Whoever it wasthat it was seraph, he was certainit was all but blotted out by the overwhelming fug of chimaera musks. Ziri experienced a tightening at the base of his skull. Dread. It was dread.
Whatand who was he going to find up ahead?
Karou moved unseen through the passages of her ancestral home. She passed from chimaera domain into seraph. She didnt know where to look for Akiva, but assumed he would make himself easy to find. If she was right, anyway, that he wanted her to find him.
A shiver passed through her. She hoped she was right.
The caverns grew cooler as she moved out toward the entrance hall, and soon she could see her breath cloud before her. One last seraph to get pastit was Elyon, looking weary and hopeless when he thought no one was watchingand she held her breath until he was out of sight so its cloud wouldnt give her away.
There were no other seraphim; they were all together, behind her now. There was only Akiva.