“In the past, you would already have stabbed him with your poisonous claws, then desecrated his corpse with your plants. In this life, you’ve agreed to wait for an exile, with the added mercy of a storm break. Perhaps you are different from before.”
That was about the nicest thing Circe had ever said to me. Great. Now I’d have to go along with the exile plan just to stay in her favor. Don’t want to piss off the watery godmother. “So, speaking of sealing blood invocations across centuries . . .”
“I told Death that I would look into a memory spell as a gift to honor my alliance—with him.” Was I never to be forgiven for betraying her in the past? I’d keep working on her. “Such a spell would tax me greatly.”
Making my tone light, I teased, “Ah, but you’re a great practitioner. Unless you think I should ask Finn to do it?”
“You push your luck, Evie Greene.” But she sounded amused.
“So you’re freezing, and I’m knocked up. Ain’t we a pair?”
“Worse things could have happened.”
“Really?” I was having a difficult time seeing this pregnancy as anything other than a parasitic invasion—probably not a tidbit I should share with the kid-loving Ruler of the Deep. “One of the last entries my grandmother made in my chronicles was She can never be with him. She has no idea what Life and Death become. Sounds pretty dire to me.”
“Perhaps you two become the End and the Beginning. The end of the game and the beginning of a new era.”
“Gran said the earth won’t come back until there’s an Arcana victor.” Until all were dead but one.
“Though that was true in the past, do you not feel as if destiny had a hand in this pregnancy? Life and Death uniting for the first time? Maybe the arrival of your baby will bring about the rejuvenation of the earth. I told you the Fool’s powers were unfathomable, but Mother Earth also has powers of birth and rebirth that we can’t know.”
“Mother Earth, huh? So I pop out a kid, and the sun rises?”
In a wistful tone, she said, “I can imagine an infant’s cry clearing the skies for the sun to shine. I see tiny balled fists flailing in time with grass poking up from the soil.”
I blinked at the water plume. And everyone thought I was loopy? “When Aric and I first slept together, the weather freaked out. Apocalyptic hail, winds, and lightning. We both had the feeling we were crossing a line that maybe we shouldn’t.”
“Hmm. Do you think the gods were protesting?”
“Sounds insane when you put it that way. But Matthew specifically told Finn that the gods mark us all.”
“Perhaps he meant that they were listening to us. A pregnancy like this would be a huge statement, a message that we Arcana won’t be defined by our histories.”
Yet all the other cards kept defining me by mine. Everyone knows the Empress breaks her vows each game . . . . The Empress is a treacherous betrayer . . . . Creature, you folded first . . . .
“In short, I believe this is a good thing,” Circe said. “It’s in our best interest to protect you and your child.”
At least I’d no longer fall asleep wondering if she would turn against Aric and me. “What happens if I have this baby, and nothing changes?”
“The game trudges on.” The plume suddenly perked up. “Do you hear that?”
“What?” All I heard were assorted animal grunts in the castle above.
“A ringing sound. It seems Death is getting a call.”
4
I ran to Aric’s study. Only one person would be calling him. The Centurion.
When I sped through the doorway, Aric was sitting at his desk, phone to his ear. He gestured for me to join him. I took a seat and dropped my chronicles onto his desk. Scattered over the surface were papers that looked like inventories. Of our rations?
“Then we’re in agreement,” Aric said into the phone. “You have our coordinates. When can we expect you?” Pause. “Very good.” He disconnected the call.
“Was that Kentarch?”
Aric cast me one of his unguarded smiles. “Indeed. He is journeying to the castle as we speak.” He sounded almost jubilant.
“What was the agreement?”
“His months-long search for his wife, Issa, has reached a dead end.” Aric had told me that Kentarch was obsessed with finding her. “He needs Fauna’s tracking skills. In exchange, he will join us here and help protect the castle and those within.”
“What if Issa’s not alive?”
“The odds are against her survival, but he refuses to accept she might be gone.”
Sounded familiar. “If you’re so concerned about rations—and about the convergence of cards—why would you invite another Arcana here?”
I knew Kentarch wasn’t a friend of his. Just a few nights ago, Aric had told me, “Jack was the closest thing I’ve had to a friend since my father died.”
Aric stacked papers on his desk. “I invited him because his teleportation ability makes him a crucial ally. Aside from that, he is a decorated soldier with an impeccable military record and advanced technical skills. He told me his truck is a weapon in itself, stocked with guns, a winch, and hi-tech electronics.”
“If he can teleport, why does he need a truck?”
“As with all Arcana, he must conserve his power.” According to my chronicles, I’d been able to defeat him in a past game because he’d been wiped out. “And his dire food situation has weakened him. Once he’s here and rested, he will be an invaluable safeguard, able to evacuate this castle’s inhabitants, should the need arise. His presence will help me sleep better at night.”
I thought of Circe’s “sitting ducks” comment. She wasn’t the only one worried about that. “Evacuate all of us? Not just me and a kid?”
He inclined his head. “All of us.”
“What’s Kentarch like?” When Aric’s gaze slid to a folder on his desk, I teased, “Do you have, like, a dossier on him?”
“Yes.” He handed it to me.
Brows raised, I opened the folder. The photo on the first page was of a young man dressed in a military uniform and beret. Whoa. Kentarch was hot, with smooth, dark skin, intense brown eyes, and sigh-worthy cheekbones. He looked to be in his mid-twenties.
I thumbed through his basic information. Born into the Maasai tribe in Kenya . . . raised to be a lion hunter . . . nearly killed by a lion . . . still bears scars over his torso.
Before the Flash, he’d been assigned to train conservation officers. He’d gone from hunting lions to protecting them against deadly poachers. Talk about a change of heart.
I knew from my chronicles that he’d also been called the Chariot. His title was the Wicked Champion, his card all about duality and victory. His Arcana call was Woe to the bloody vanquished, and he’d always allied with Death and Circe.
I closed the folder. “Do you have one of these on me?”
After a slight hesitation, Aric went to a cabinet and retrieved another dossier. Why had he never divulged this to me?
Another pause before he handed it over. Mine was much thicker than Kentarch’s. On the first page was a glossy picture of me from some social media account or another.