No one answered him, and he shook his head in slow disgust. The order you followed countermanded every order that you have heard from my own lips, and if you had been able to think further than the jut of your own teeth, you would have questioned it. You did this because you wanted to. Maybe we all want to, but some of us are masters of our desires, and some are slaves, and I had thought you wiser than this.
Lest Lisseth feel herself clear of his excoriation, he turned to her. Its a small grace that Ten didnt see fit to invite you on her crusade, as youve left me in no doubt that you would have complied with eagerness. Youre spared the sentence of your comrades, but we both know it was only circumstance that saved you, not wisdom.
At the mention of a sentence, Rark, Wiwul, and Agwilal stiffened, and Ziri drew out an uncomfortable silence before putting them out of their misery. You have lost my confidence, he said, and are stripped of rank. You will fight in the
coming battle, and if you survive, you will tithe pain to the resurrection of your comrades until such a time as I deem your sins purged. Do you accept this?
Yes, sir, they said, Nisk and Lisseth, too, five voices blending into one.
Then get out of my sight, and take those three with you. Oora, Sihid, Ves. Glean their souls and dispose of their bodies, then wait for me at the resurrection chamber. Tell no one what has happened here. Am I clear?
Again, a chorus of yes, sir s.
Ziri arranged his face in a look of resignation, a subtle lip curl hinting at distaste. I will take care of these two. Ten and Liraz, one living, one dead. He said it darkly, and let the others imagine what they would. He grabbed Ten by the furred scruff of the neck, and Liraz by one arm, roughlythough he kept her bunched sleeve between his hamsa and her skinas though both were corpses to be dragged down the passageway like cargo. He wouldnt be able to hold a torch, but with the dim flame of Lirazs wings, he didnt need one.
If she died, he would be in darkness.
And darkness would be the least of his worries.
Go! he snarled, and the soldiers went, scrambling for the dead, grabbing them and hauling them, leaving blood streaks in their wake, and it was only after they were gone that Ziri readjusted his hold on Liraz, lifting her easilyand gentlywith one arm. It felt wrong and far too intimate to rest her body against his own Not my own , he thought with a shudderso he kept a space between them, even though it proved awkward as he maneuvered toward the door, all the more so for trying not to hurt her further with his own hamsas.
When he shifted his grip on Ten to navigate the turning, Lirazs head tipped and fell heavily against his, her brow to his jaw, and Ziri felt the fever heat of a seraphs skin for the first time before he eased it away, and he breathed up close the scent that he had followed from afar. The spice note was bright, and like a burst of heat it seared a path for something much more subtle and unexpectedthe most secret of perfumes, natural, he had no doubt, and so faint his Kirin nose could never have detected it, not even as close as this. It was barely there at all, but in the hint of its existence it was as fragile as night blossomsnot too sweet but just enough, like the dew on a requiem bud in the palest hour of dawn.
Ziri faced straight ahead and didnt lean or turn to try to breathe it in, but even so, walking in the darkness, dragging a corpse and carrying an angel who would probably gut him for touching her as soon as she recovered if she recoveredthat secret perfume made him conscious of the claws on his fingers, the fangs in his mouth, and all the ways he was not himself. He wore a monsters skin, and it felt like a violation to even breathe a woman in through its senses, let alone touch her with its hands.
Still he carried her, and still he breathedbecause he couldnt not and he gave thanks to Nitid, goddess of lifeand to Lisseth, whose intentions had been far less purefor leading him to her in time. He only wished he could have gotten there sooner and spared her the unknown depths of damage the hamsas may have worked in her. Could she possibly be well enough to fly with the rest of them in a few hours time? Unlikely. If there was something he could do for her
Almost at the moment this thought formed, he reached a branching of the passages and realized where he was, and it was the completion of the thought. If there was something he could do for her, he would.
And there was. And so he did.
He turned and took a secondary passage, depositing the she-wolfs corpse in the entrance to the thermal pools before carrying Liraz to the waters edge. The healing waterswere they only good for scrapes and bruises? Ziri didnt know. He had to shift the angel into both arms to carry her into the pool, and when he lowered her into the water, darkness closed in on him and he knew a moments panic, thinking that her wings had burned out.
But no. A faint glow lit the water from below; her fire still burned, ember-dim. He eased his hold until he was barely touching herjust his arm beneath the nape of her neck to keep her face above the surfaceand he waited, watching her lips and eyelids for some hint of movement. And so gradually he didnt at first notice it, the underwater glow brightened, so that by the time Liraz finally moved, Ziri could make out not just the chalk-green cast of the water and the pink of the hanging veils of moss, but the flush of the angels cheeks, and the dark gold of her lashes as they fluttered and slowly opened. And fixed on him.