Embrace the Night
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“I did. I searched for the mage, but never found him, and returned here only to discover that you were also gone. Afterwards, I reconsidered what you had said, and tried to break the geis before it had a chance to be doubled, but the war intervened. And once it did, there was nothing to be done but see this through to the end.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “But you didn’t know what happened after you left! You didn’t know we succeeded!”
“I knew you. I could not believe that you would leave without completing your mission. I had to trust that you’d found a way to break it.”
“That’s why you sent me away,” I said, my head reeling. “Why you wouldn’t let Rafe bring me to you.”
“I did not want to change this future,” he agreed. “When he went to you despite my orders, and you came to me…For a brief moment, I thought it was over. But then I remembered: I had not yet been imprisoned, your clothes were wrong, and there was no snare on the bedside table. It was too soon. It was the closest I came to breaking.”
I couldn’t imagine it, that solitary, agonizing wait, not even knowing for certain that we would win in the end, that it wouldn’t all be for nothing. I didn’t think I could have done it. I didn’t understand how he had.
Before I could say anything, the door burst open and Pritkin dashed in. His coat was missing, half his potions were gone and he had a gun in each hand. I wondered how he’d managed to get the door open. He kicked it shut behind him. “Did it work?” he demanded.
“Yes, no thanks to you!”
“No thanks to me? How else would you have gotten that creature out of here?”
“You planned this?”
“Of course!”
“But…what if I’d listened to you? What if I hadn’t dared—”
Pritkin gave me his old impatient look. “You never listen to me!”
“That’s not the point!”
Someone put a fist through five inches of Romanian oak and almost grabbed him before he could skip away. “We can discuss this later,” he said quickly. “Get us the hell out of here!”
I gazed at Mircea, still feeling stunned. “You might have hoped I’d be successful,” I said, “but you couldn’t have known—”
“I knew you,” he repeated. “Therefore I knew how it ends.”
I grabbed both their hands, just as the door exploded off its hinges. “How it begins!” I said, and shifted.