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Working on chapters 23 and 24 of Lost and Found!

Happened to finish Chapter 23 in the midst of the stream and then started in on Chapter 24.  Enjoy!

  

A shadow briefly crossed his features, then it was gone. I squeezed his hand before I gently disengaged my fingers from his.

“This is where she said she’d be,” I said softly. “Hopefully, she’s here and we’ll have at least a few questions answered.”

“A few,” he murmured. “Like what?”

“Like whether or not she found out you’d escaped,” I said, watching his face. We were getting closer to the edge of the warehouse district. The streets beyond would be lined with businesses and apartment buildings, most of them still dark at this hour. The rhythms of Deneer had their mornings starting later—usually around midmorning local time—and lasting well into the night. Our arrival just before sunrise might as well have been three or four AM back home, the silent hours between last call and the morning rush, the graveyard hours, the third shifts.

He sucked in a quiet breath, glancing at me. “You mean—”

“In December she came looking for Kate and I. She needed our help and there was an off chance that you might have been there. It was a chance we couldn’t pass up.”

Tim’s expression went slack. “But I was already—”

“We didn’t know that. Neither did she. Do you see, now? Do you see why all of the bullshit going on was such a big deal?” I shook my head, struggling to keep my voice down in the face of rising anger and frustration, two things I hadn’t really let myself feel until that moment. “I’m not saying that we wouldn’t have gone to help if there hadn’t been a chance we could find you, but I will say that it changed how we approached the whole situation.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Something sparkled against his lower lashes—tears, I realized. A lump rose in my throat. I threaded my fingers through his again and squeezed.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing at all. Okay?”

“Okay.” The word came quietly, but with only the barest hesitation. Maybe I was finally getting through. I doubted it, though. If there was one thing I knew hadn’t changed about my brother, it was his propensity to hang onto guilt even when he was told something wasn’t his fault. He took another deep breath and sighed quietly, his gaze drifting to Kate, a dozen yards ahead of us. She didn’t look back as she crossed the street, clearly trusting that we were still with her.

“You’re safe,” I whispered to him. “I promise.”

A laugh bubbled up in his throat, though there was a faintly bitter edge to the sound. He squeezed my hand. “I love you, sis. Y’know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You really think you’d stand a chance protecting me against them if they came hunting? If they—if they somehow seized control of me again?”

I looked up and met his gaze, his eyes shining in the light of the streetlamps and the moon. “Absolutely,” I said, my voice quiet and level. “We just got you back, Tim. There is no universe in existence where I would let you go again.”

“You think you could stop them?”

“I know I could stop them,” I said. “I promise you that.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

I stopped and he stopped with me, turning to face me. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

“Maybe,” he said.

“I have more tricks up my sleeve than you realize, Tim.” I turned and started walking again. Kate and Brigid had stopped ahead of us, watching, waiting. We were out of earshot but I could tell even from this distance that Kate was concerned and I was willing to lay odds that Brigid was, too. “I’ve gone up against them and won before.”

“I almost killed you when they still had control of me.”

“But you didn’t,” I said, glancing back at him. “You didn’t. We’re both here and we’re both alive and we’ve got work to do. Are you coming or not?”

Or merry solstice, if you prefer!  Here’s a draft of what might be the ending chapter of Girl from a Brigadoon–someday.

Hope you enjoy.

It was late as she walked the last block from the club to her building, snow falling softly all around her, glittering silver in the amber and white lights from the streetlamps and sconces between work and home. There was no wind and the snow seemed to dampen the sounds of the city somehow. Even the city that never slept seemed to somehow be slumbering now, on this, the longest night of the year.

The evening had been spent buried in reports, slogging through a pile of data and paperwork as she and Jim struggled to get a real handle on everything that had happened in the past three months.

September felt like a lifetime ago.

It practically was, Brigid thought with a rueful smile, stopping at the corner as a car drove past, its tires making soft noises in the snow and damp. Somewhere in the city, there must have still been stores open, shopping happening. She knew that out in the park, the nahuali were celebrating the solstice night in their own way. Down at St. Malachy’s, Orestes would be holding a late mass. She half wondered who might be there.

It didn’t really matter.

She crossed the street once the car was gone. There were a few lights on in her building, but none of them belonged to people she knew, except for the tree that lit Mat and AJ’s window. Further up, her apartment was dark except for the candles in the windows. At least the twins had remembered to unplug the tree before going to bed.

The doorman nodded to her, holding the door as she stepped in from the chill, not quite realizing how cold it was outside until she got into the warmth of the lobby. She smiled at him.

“Thanks, Derrek.”

“Have a good night, Commander,” he said, then resumed his vigil, sipping from his ever-present travel mug of coffee, his gaze drifting back toward the snowy streets outside. Brigid scuffed her boots along the runner beyond the door, then headed for the elevator. The damp more than the cold had set her knee to aching. A hot shower and her bed sounded wonderful.

Her phone buzzed as she got into the elevator. She punched the button for her floor and leaned back against the wall, shucking her gloves to check her messages. Just a text from Jim saying that he’d gotten home safely. He’d left nearly an hour before she had, but he’d had a longer commute than she had, after all. She sent him a thumbs-up, then put her phone back into her pocket as the elevator doors opened on her floor.

The wreath on her door greeted her as she dug her keys out. A feeling of calm settled over her, a welcome relief after another long day. The work seemed endless these days and that feeling didn’t seem likely to go away anytime soon. At least one night was done.

She dropped her keys on the console next to her front door as she stepped inside her apartment. In the light from the hall and the flickering of the television screen, she could see him asleep on the couch, clearly having lost a battle to wait up for her. Brigid smiled and closed the door behind her, not bothering with the light and hardly wanting to disturb Robert. If he’d fallen asleep on her couch, there was good reason for it.

The day’s mail was piled on the console, brought up thanks to the twins when they’d come home from the last day of school before winter break. On top was a small box marked international mail. Her heart started to beat a little faster. Swallowing hard, she gathered it up and crept to the kitchen with that box, shedding her coat on the way.

She turned on the light over the sink and peered at the return address on the parcel. A lump rose in her throat, butterflies exploding in her stomach. She glanced back toward the living room, toward the back of the couch and the flickering television. Her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest and she took a pair of slow, deep breaths, trying to calm herself before she slipped back into the living room.

Robert stirred slightly as she sat down on the edge of the couch and touched his shoulder. “Robin?” she whispered, shaking him gently. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

He made a quiet sound, then one eye cracked open, regarding her with a mixture of annoyance and elation. “You’re home,” he murmured sleepily. “What time is it?”

“Late,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He shifted on the couch, then started to sit up, blinking at her in the dim. “You didn’t know I was going to come.”

“No,” she admitted. The box sat in her lap and now she held it with both hands, clutched it like it was something precious.

If Laurie had been able to do what he’d set out to do, it was something precious.

Robert studied her for a few seconds, then glanced down to the box. His brow arched slightly. Swallowing hard, Brigid handed it to him.

“Open it,” she whispered.

“What is it?”

Her voice came thick from her throat. “Just open it.”

A faint frown creased his forehead, but Robert didn’t argue. He took the box, unwinding the paper wrapping, half tattered from its transatlantic journey, then began to open the box beneath. Nestled in brown paper cushioning inside the box was a small box made of wood, a celtic knot burned into the lid. Brigid held her breath as Robert arched a brow, glancing at her as he took the wooden box from its nest. There was something almost tentative in the way he lifted the lid, as if he’d suddenly started to suspect what it was that had arrived.

Inside that small wooden box lay a ring of knotted metal, rose gold with silver and gunmetal gray, resting on a bed of wine-dark velveteen. It was so simple and yet—

“Brigid,” he whispered, not daring to look at her. “Is this–?”

“He promised,” she said, tearing her gaze away from the ring to search his face for something even she couldn’t define. “But—”

“But nothing,” Robert said softly, discarding the packing box and settling the wooden one on his knee. He started to take off his gloves, taking a slow breath much like the ones she’d taken in the kitchen before she’d awoken him. Carefully, he lifted the small loop of metal from the box, sliding it onto the ring finger of his right hand.

“Does it feel any different?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Robert looked at her, his brow still furrowed slightly.

“Not really,” he said softly. “But then, there’s only one way to really test it, isn’t there?”

She frowned, meeting his gaze. Her eyes began to sting as her heart plummeted. “I don’t—it’s—”

“And if we’re going to test it,” he continued, “even if it doesn’t work, I want to make this worth it.”

That was all the warning she got before her kissed her. For a second, she stiffened, panic trying to seize her as memories flooded back of the only other time she’d ever kissed him and what it had done. This would be worse if Laurie’s gift didn’t work.

Then she realized his hand was on her cheek and he hadn’t drawn away—instead, he was kissing her harder, more hungrily.

A sound that was half a laugh, half a sob tore free of her throat and she kissed him back, her heart soaring. She felt him laugh as she wrapped her arms around him, the fingers of his free hand tangling in her hair. When they finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against hers, grinning boyishly.

“I’d say that it works,” he whispered, thumb stroking her cheek, wiping away a tear that had welled up and started to roll down her face. “I’ll have to thank him sometime.”

“Both of us will,” Brigid breathed, then smiled. “Oh my god, it works.”

“It does.” Robert kissed her nose, smiling. “And it feels incredible.”

Brigid laughed and buried her face against his shoulder, hugging him hard. Her heart felt like it might burst out of her chest and she could hear his heartbeat, too, strong and going as fast as hers.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “My Brigid.”

“I love you more,” she said into his neck, holding on tighter. “God, Robin.”

He laced his fingers through her hair, resting his cheek against her head. “I never thought I’d be able to do this.”

“How does it feel?”

“Incredible.” He leaned back and her arms loosened, her head lifting so she could meet his gaze. There was a storm there, a fire, and it set her heart racing even faster. “Thank you.”

“No,” she said softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek with her bare hand. “Thank you.”

Twenty-two

“Shit,” Jason breathed from behind them, moving into the shadows, Joslyn hot on his heels. Elaine stood frozen, staring at the space where Caius had been, as if by standing still, she could somehow will him into being.

What just happened?

“He disconnected,” Jason muttered.

“Is he coming back?” Joslyn asked.

Elaine’s heart kept hammering, heart in her throat.

Please come back. Please.

“I’m checking.” Jason’s gaze got distant for a few seconds, posture rigid as he stood next to Joslyn.

Suddenly, Caius was back again, gulping in a breath and pressing one hand against his temple, the other blindly groping for Elaine’s arm.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Sorry, sorry.”

“What happened?” Elaine asked.

“It’s all right,” he said. “Don’t panic.”

“Too late.” Jason crossed his arms, staring at his brother. “What just happened?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Caius said. “For now, let’s just—let’s just carry on.”

“Peter.”

“Not now,” he said firmly, glaring at Jason. “Please.”

Maybe it was the tone, or perhaps something in the look, but Jason sighed and looked away.

“Fine. Okay. It’s not going to happen again?”

“It shouldn’t.” Caius smiled wryly and shook his head. “I hope not, anyway.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting the hand he’d pressed to his temple fall away even as the other found Elaine’s arm and squeezed gently. “Just a little trouble. Nothing to worry about.”

There was nothing but concern in Jason’s gaze and voice. “Are you sure?”

“I’m never sure of anything anymore, little brother,” he said. “But I’m as close to it as I can get right now.”

“Okay,” Jason said quietly. “Then nothing happened.”

Caius stared at him for a moment before softly saying, “Thank you.”

Jason just nodded and took Joslyn’s hand, tucking her arm through his again. “Shall we go down?”

“Yes,” Caius said, glancing at Elaine. “I owe you a few turns on the floor, I think.”

“And mulled wine in your room after,” she said, reaching up to brush her fingertips along his cheek. Caius smiled.

“It’s a date.”

He looped her arm around his and led her to the steps and down, maintaining the appearance to all the world that nothing was wrong, that nothing had just happened up on the balcony beyond the sight of other eyes.

He was, if anything, a good actor. His hand covered hers where she grasped his arm, his fingers warm. Gone was the cold mask, replaced by something almost like joy. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to put that expression there, but she was glad to see it in any case.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd as she and Caius passed through them, the crowd itself parting before them like curtains on opening night. She could feel the weight of stares, hear softly spoken questions, statements, some less complementary than others.

It didn’t matter. Tongues could be left to wag. The only thing that really mattered was the man by her side and the fact that he had somehow chosen her just like that.

In the corner, the orchestra was warming up—how long they’d been there, she couldn’t say, since she hadn’t been looking for them when she had arrived. They’d probably arrived during the flood of other people and taken their positions quietly and unobtrusively. She smiled faintly and glanced at Caius, who glanced over in the same heartbeat and smiled back.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly as they reached the center of the floor.

“Always,” she said as he let go of her arm, letting her circle to stand in front of him. Onlookers formed a ring around them, as they had the last time, and Elaine’s heart began to beat a little faster.

I hope no one tries anything stupid this time. Don’t they know what a risk it would be?

She dropped into a curtsey and Caius bowed to her, taking her hand as the orchestra played the first few notes of a song. She squeezed his fingers gently as she settled her free hand on his shoulder, his free hand curving gently around her waist and drawing her a little closer than what was actually proper. The smile on his lips lit up his whole face, his eyes bright as he snared hers, holding her gaze as they began to move.

From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Jason and Joslyn standing at the edge of the circle around them, watching the crowd, each searching for threats. Each of them stole occasional glances at she and Caius, and when they did, each were smiling. If their approval had ever been a concern, it seemed they had it.

“Do you really think someone’s going to try to hurt you tonight?” The words were a whisper in his ear after a spin out and back to his chest, bringing them even closer than he’d drawn her when they’d started dancing.

“Depends on how bold they are,” he murmured back, gaze roaming for a few seconds before he looked at her again. “We’ve gotten nothing from the one who tried initially. Utterly refuses to speak—a tough nut to crack.”

“Maybe he was working alone?”

“Doubtful,” Caius said, then smiled briefly. “But a nice hope, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she agreed, then let him spin her again. Her skirts swirled around them, enveloping his legs as she returned to his embrace. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

She regretted the words as soon as she said them, but Caius simply shook his head slightly.

“That, I think, will be unavoidable—though we can try our damnedest to make sure those moments are limited.”

Elaine nodded hard. “Yes,” she said, practically breathless. “Yes.”

The song drew to a close and they paused there in the center of the floor. Caius smiled at her faintly. “Another?”

“Please.”

“All night?” He suggested.

She laughed. “If you’re up to it.”

“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

She liked the sound of that.

“Seems that the bait you laid didn’t bring anyone to the trap,” Jason said as they retired to a sitting room overlooking the sea after the guests had gone. It wasn’t Caius’s private sanctum, but another comfortably appointed room elsewhere in the keep at Weatherstone. A servant trailed them, carrying a tray of coffee and pastries for the four. He set the tray on a low table before making an unobtrusive exit.

Caius settled into an easy chair with a quiet groan, putting his feet up on the corner of the table. “It could either be a good or bad thing, that. Was anyone watching too closely?”

“More than a few people,” Joslyn said, pouring coffee for each of them and passing the mugs to Elaine to hand out. “But I think they were mostly fascinated by the idea of the two of you as a pairing than any sort of malicious intent.”

“Maybe next time I shouldn’t come,” Elaine suggested as she handed Caius his mug. He startled slightly at the suggestion, his eyes widening.

“No,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. He checked himself, relaxing a fraction. “No,” he said again, this time more slowly, deliberately. “I said I wanted you with me, Isolde, and I meant it.”

She nodded, sitting down in an adjacent chair. “All right. Then how do we flush them out?”

“You might have been right,” he said. “They’re not entirely foolish. They’ll bide their time for a little while before they make another move. Maybe they’ll wait until I leave Weatherstone to make it.”

“Might be easier for them to get close to you outside,” Jason said, frowning as he took a slow sip of his coffee. “More variables under their control than ours.”

Caius nodded. “Not a bad thought there.”

“So what do we do, then?” Elaine clutched her mug in both hands so tightly her knuckles were turning white. “Do we just wait?”

“For a little while,” Caius said, sounding thoughtful. “It’s not as if I’m going to be leaving Weatherstone anytime in the next week or so, not until I’m fully healed. That gives us some time and perhaps a little breathing room. We can drop rumors later this week that I’ll be in town for something—we’ll come up with a good excuse—and give a few different days for it and see what crops up.”

“If anything crops up,” Jason murmured, rubbing his temple. “I don’t like this, Cay.”

“That makes two of us, brother,” Caius said. “I know you said I have more enemies than I’m aware of, but this is uncharacteristically bold for anyone, don’t you think?”

Jason nodded, getting up and starting to pace, pausing to stare out the window at the sea. The world beyond the glass was dark, lit only by the fading moon.

Caius absently reached for Elaine’s hand, gently disengaging it from her mug.  “We’ll get to the bottom of it, Ascalon,” he said, watching him. “You know that.”

“I do.” Jason sighed, glancing back over his shoulder. “But at what cost, Cay? At what cost will we get to the bottom of this one?”

“Hopefully not one that’s too bloody high,” Caius said.

“On that, I think all of us agree,” Joslyn said, leaning back on the couch she’d settled on. “But I do hope we unravel it quickly—for all of our sakes.”

“Agreed,” Elaine murmured, squeezing Caius’s hand. He squeezed back and gave her a reassuring smile.

“It’s all right,” he said. “Or at least it will be soon enough.”

“I’m only worried,” she said. “That’s all.”

“I know,” he said, then squeezed her hand again. “But it’ll be all right. I promise.”

There were few promises she’d ever hoped were kept more than that one, right then.

Twenty-one

“When we talked about keeping on keeping on, I didn’t think it would include this,” Joslyn murmured, her hand clamped around his. “He is seriously going to keep on doing things like there’s nothing wrong?”

“Yup,” Jason said. Across from them in the carriage, Elaine glanced out the window, trying to seem completely unperturbed by the whole situation. From the corner of her eye she could see Jason watching her for a second before his attention shifted back to Joslyn. “This is how he wants to play it. No one can know what’s going on in real life, at least not yet, not until it becomes strictly necessary.”

“Is that how he put it?” she asked.

“That’s how it put it to me,” Elaine said, staring out the window. “I’m guessing he probably said the same thing to you.”

“He did,” Jason said. “And it didn’t surprise me at all. That’s him. That’s how he’s always been.”

The carriage made the turn out of town, climbing the roadway up toward Weatherstone. “Almost time to get the game faces on,” Elaine said softly. “We can do this.”

It had ben a week since they’d found out about him being sick. Jason had already made the decision to head back to Wisconsin by the middle of the following week, regardless of what his brother said. Joslyn was going to go with him. Elaine was thinking about going herself. Autumn break was coming up. She could afford to take those few days away, even if it was going to be a long drive. When Hadrian had asked about her plans for those few days off, she’d mentioned it off-handedly. He’d just grinned.

That was all she needed to know that he thought it was a good idea.

Tonight was another gala at Weatherstone, though from what Jason had said, this was one he expected to be a little smaller, though not by too much—about three quarters of the size, which was still huge as far as Elaine was concerned, and not nearly as secure as any of them would have liked considering what had happened the last time Caius Horatio, Lord of Elfaedil, held a party.

“Do you know if he increased security?” she asked, slipping into character without another thought.

“He didn’t say anything about it,” Jason murmured. “But I do know that the guest list includes a few people beyond reproach.”

“Well,” Elaine said as she smoothed her skirt. “I guess that’s something.”

“Does he want us down in the crowd or up top?” Joslyn asked, fiddling with her glove. “The invite didn’t say.”

Jason didn’t answer right away. Elaine looked away from the window, her brow arching. “Do you even know?”

He nodded. “He wants us with him,” he said after a moment. “I’m just not sure how people are going to react to it, all things considered. I mean, you saved his life at the last one but I’m not sure if it’s going to be taken as a sign of trust or a sign of weakness. It could go either way.”

“Or it could go both ways,” Elaine said softly. “I guess we’ll see, right?”

Jason nodded slowly, glancing out the window again. They were close, now, the massive iron gates of Weatherstone standing open, the courtyard lit by torches. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly.

“We should be the first to arrive,” Jason said as the carriage rolled into the courtyard. “We’ll head straight up. He’ll be waiting.”

“You’ve done this a thousand times, haven’t you?” Elaine asked.

He smiled faintly. “Not a thousand, but enough. Usually I’m here earlier, though.”

The carriage drew up before the steps and stopped. One of the footmen appeared, opening the door and handing Elaine out first before Jason climbed out and handed Joslyn down himself. A guard in silver and white livery was on hand to greet them, bowing respectfully before he addressed Jason.

“M’lord Dravenwood, Lord Elfaedil awaits you in the great hall.”

“I suspected he might,” Jason said quietly, tucking Joslyn’s arm through his. “We’ll attend him presently. Thank you.”

“Of course, m’lord.” The guard bowed and backed away, then pivoted on his heel to resume a spot near the foot of the steps. Jason took a deep breath and headed up the stairs toward the doors, Joslyn at his side and Elaine trailing less than half a step behind.

“No doubt this will be another interesting evening,” he murmured as they passed through the doors and headed for the great hall.

“Hopefully not as interesting as the last one,” Elaine murmured.

Servants were in the midst of final preparations as they entered the great hall. Caius—Peter—was nowhere in sight, though Jason set an unerring course toward the hidden stairway up to the gallery at the far end of the hall. Elaine lifted her skirts a little higher as she hurried to keep up.

He’s in more of a rush than I expected. The question was why.

She didn’t know, nor was she entirely certain that she wanted to.

Together, they climbed the stairs up, finding Caius waiting for them there, pacing slowly back and forth. The pacing stopped as they appeared, his gaze lighting on each of them—but the traces of worry and nervousness didn’t vanish until his gaze settled on Elaine.

A blush crept across her cheeks and she glanced down for a moment, dropping into a quick curtsey.

“No,” he said, probably more harshly than he intended, because he repeated the word more gently a second time. “No. You—you don’t have to do that, Isolde. Not when we’re like this.” He swallowed hard, eyes gleaming in the shadows. “Please.”

She straightened quickly. “Oh-okay.” She started toward him and he met her partway, reaching a hand out to take hers.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he breathed as he squeezed her fingers. “Not just because you’re the healer, either.”

She blushed again, though this time a grin accompanied it. “Really?”

“Beyond all doubt,” he murmured, then kissed her cheek before he turned to regard his brother and Joslyn again. “So,” he said, his voice a little louder now, “it’s time to see if we can sort through who’s behind the assassination attempt.”

Joslyn rocked back against her heels. “Is that what tonight is all about?”

“Well, there is the matter of some additional information about the Sapphire Crown that we’ll be passing along,” Caius said, smiling briefly, though the expression was there and gone in a matter of a few heartbeats. “The people that will be here tonight are the people who have agreed to join the hunt for the crown.”

Elaine frowned. “How can we be sure that the people behind the attempt on your life will have joined the hunt?”

“They’ll want as much opportunity to get to him as possible,” Jason murmured, eyeing his brother. “That’s the logic, isn’t it?”

Caius nodded. “That’s it exactly. And if for some reason they’ve opted out, then the pool of possible suspects is much narrower. Most of the people who came last week will be here again tonight—most have decided to join the hunt.”

“Even the ones who stormed out?” Joslyn asked, her brow quirking. “You let them back in?”

He shrugged slightly. “If I punished everyone who suffered some sort of fit of pique, I might not end up with anyone looking for the crown eventually. I’m not about to let their initial reactions rule out their participation—not yet, anyway.”

“You’re too kind sometimes, Cay,” Jason said quietly. “I hope this isn’t the time it bites you in the ass.”

“So do I,” Caius said with a rueful smile. “I guess we’ll see.”

“That we will,” Jason said, glancing back toward the doors to the great hall, doors that liveried servants were closing as the four talked up in the gallery above, the preparations finally complete. Elaine followed his gaze.

“Will you be safe?” she murmured to Caius. He hadn’t released her hand and she squeezed his now. He squeezed back.

“As safe as I ever am,” he said. “There will be people in the crowd watching—not to mention the three of you with me.” For a few seconds, he studied her, one corner of his mouth curving into a broader smile. “If I asked you to dance with me again, would you?”

Elaine nodded, unable to stop herself from smiling. “If you asked. Are you asking?”

“Of course I am.” He was actually grinning now, his eyes bright. “I think I’m up to it. Do you?”

“I think you’re sound enough for a few turns,” she said, her tone only mildly teasing.

He actually laughed. From the corner of her eye, she could see his brother grinning at them. Joslyn, though, was giving her an I-told-you-so smirk that she knew all too well. “With any luck, we’ll solve a problem and enjoy ourselves this evening,” he said as his laughter faded. “It might be too much to ask, but at least it’s a goal.”

“Not a bad one,” Jason said, still watching the doors. “Possibly unachievable, but not a bad goal.”

“You seem paranoid,” Caius observed, studying him for a moment.

“Shouldn’t I be?” Jason finally tore his gaze from the doors and regarded his brother with a long, quiet look. “It’s your life at stake, Cay. I only have one brother. Can you really blame me for worrying about your safety?”

“No,” Caius said quietly. His fingers flexed around Elaine’s. “In fact, I love you more for it because it’s far more than I have or ever will deserve.”

“Don’t say that, Cay,” Jason said, shaking his head. “You know that’s not true.”

A wry smile curved his lips and he shook his head. “That’s a battle for another night. They’ll be arriving soon.”

“Will you be greeting them from up here or down there?” Joslyn asked.

Caius inclined his head. “I think the objective tonight is to make a statement. Several statements. We’ll greet them from right there.” He nodded toward the balcony. “Then, after everyone is here, we’ll go down and I’ll make the announcement from the center of the floor. After that, we’ll see what happens.” He glanced at Elaine. “I want you on my arm—if you’re willing.”

Her cheeks heated again. “Another statement?” she asked softly.

“More like a declaration,” he murmured, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Do you accept?”

She nodded. Her cheek tingled a little where he’d kissed her, a feeling she’d never experienced before he’d kissed her for the first time—now days past—but had decided that she liked. “Of course.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

The way Jason and Joslyn were both grinning at them told her that they were glad, too.

Elaine decided she didn’t care how they felt about it—the way she felt was more important, and she was over the moon. Caius let go of her hand and offered her his arm. She tucked hers through it, smiling. He smiled back, though it was almost a sad expression.

“This could be dangerous for you,” he said softly.

“It’s all right,” she said, matching his volume. “I’m starting to think that staying safe all the damn time is overrated.”

He seemed to be on the verge of laughing again, but he was cut off by the sound of the doors opening at the far end of the great hall.

“They’re here,” Jason murmured.

“So they are,” Caius said, suddenly all business again. He took deep breath, shoulders slumping for a second before he squared them and moved toward the balcony, drawing Elaine with him. The skirts of her slate gray gown whispered against the tiles beneath their feet, rustling softly with each step. Caius put his free hand over hers where it rested on his arm as they came to the balcony, offering her a brief, reassuring smile before his mask of cool indifference settled into place. She touched his hand, though only for a second, letting it drop away after she was sure he’d felt the touch. Jason and Joslyn moved to stand on the other side of Caius, the brothers standing shoulder to shoulder, flanked by Elaine and Joslyn on either side—Caius, Elaine abruptly but belatedly realized, was left-handed, based on the side he wore his sword on.

Well, that works out neatly, doesn’t it? She suppressed the urge to shake her head, instead watching as figures started to slowly filter into the great hall, garbed much the same as they had been at the last gala—well-dressed, elegant, usually though not necessarily unarmed. Some she recognized, others she didn’t, though according to Caius, all of them were here ostensibly for the same purpose—to garner some more revelations about the Sapphire Crown.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked him in a whisper. His lips barely moved as he answered her.

“Just stay with me. You’ll know what to do when the moment comes.”

A chill raced down her spine. He sounded so certain. It was terrifying.

He squeezed her fingers, then let go, bracing himself against the balcony with his free hand, his gaze like a hawk as he surveyed the slowly gathering crowds below. Elaine drew a little closer to him and he gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

Just stay with me.

She stole a glance at him and had to fight down a smile.

All you had to do was ask.

The room filled quickly, so quickly that Elaine had to wonder if it had been this quick when she and Joslyn had come the last time, or if it was the speed of her racing heart and standing at Caius’s side that made time seem compressed. After what seemed like forever, the flow of people slowed to a trickle. Caius took a breath and exhaled it slowly.

He cleared his throat and then began to speak.

“Thank you all for coming this evening,” he said, his voice deceptively quiet but carrying, Elaine knew, to the rafters and to the very back of the room, reaching each ear at the same level of volume as the next. “Everyone here has committed to assist in the hunt for the Sapphire Crown, and for that, you all have my gratitude. This artifact is important to the future of our lands and the safety of our people. It must be safely delivered here so it can be secured against any threat that may be posed to it or it may pose to us.” His hand curled into a fist on the railing, slowly, nails scraping until they tucked under and in against his palm. He paused for a few seconds, then continued—changing plans, it seemed, from their original of heading down. “Research in the archives has unearthed more information about the possible whereabouts of the Crown. I caution you that these records are not official state records, but instead the personal journals of a soldier and a scribe attached to Queen Tiana’s forces at Nylan. Both journals speak of a journey into Deith to hide away an object of power—an object too powerful to be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. Their journals speak of a terrible curse, though only in the most oblique of terms, and of a cave secreted deep in the woodlands sealed and concealed by magic and guarded by the ghosts of Nylan. That last phrase—‘ghosts of Nylan’—is one each use in specific.”

He swallowed, going silent for a few long moments before he blinked, then resumed. “We do not know what it means,” he said, his voice even softer now, “but it would be untoward if we did not share this information with you. Again, as always, if you garner additional information regarding this mystery, please contact Lord Dravenwood. He will be gathering additional information and compiling it as it becomes available.”

Caius straightened slightly, his hand leaving the rail to cover hers again. She glanced toward him and found him still staring out over the crowd, though his gaze was oddly distant. Her lips parted, about to ask if he was all right.

He took a breath. “That is all,” he said, his voice a murmur. “Please, enjoy my hospitality as my thanks to you for your attendance this evening and your assistance in this endeavor.”

For a few seconds, there was dead silence. Then, a ripple of applause filtered through the crowd. Caius bowed his head, closing his eyes for a moment before he stepped away from the balcony. Elaine went with him, heart thudding against her breast.

“Are you all right?” she asked in a whisper.

“I’m not sure,” he said. A shiver went through him as they stepped into the shadows. For a second, he leaned against her.

Then his form flickered, as if there was a problem with his internet connection.

“Cay?” Elaine held tighter to his arm, as if that would help stabilize him.

He looked up to meet her gaze. It was haunted—and afraid.

Then he vanished completely.