The Dragon Heir
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“Who's Jason Haley?” Leesha interrupted. “I never heard of him.”
D'Orsay stood and crossed to the desk, choosing a folder from a pile. He pulled out a color print, returned, and handed it to Leesha. “Dev didn't have any trouble identifying him from our database of rebels and troublemakers.”
To Leesha's surprise, Jason Haley looked to be a boy about her age, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, with brilliant blue eyes and a sardonic grin.
“He shouldn't present any difficulty for someone like Barber. From what we gather, he's a minor operative and sneak thief. …”
“Who managed to sneak in here and steal something out from under your nose.”
D'Orsay nodded. “True. And he's also the boy who teamed up with McCauley in the attack at Second Sister. He's aligned with the riffraff in Trinity.”
“Riffraff like…Leander…Hastings…and Nicodemus Snowbeard? Them, I've heard of. I'd rather not cross paths with them again.” Oh, God, no. Her former partners were still buried under the Trinity High School parking lot.
“That's the field we're playing on, my dear.”
Leesha sighed. “Do you think he's gone to Trinity?”
“I suspect so.”
Too many people knew her in Trinity. “What did Haley take?”
Devereaux opened his mouth as if to speak, but D'Orsay cut in. “We believe it's a sefa stone of some kind, small enough to hold in your hands, with a flaming center. Useless on its own, we believe, but, somehow, here in the ghyll…” D'Orsay shrugged.
That wouldn't be easy to find, even in Trinity, Leesha thought glumly.
“So,” D'Orsay said cheerfully. “Send Barber after Jason Haley. Perhaps they'll kill each other and you can collect the stone. Meanwhile, do keep in touch about Barber's whereabouts and we'll look for an opportunity to eliminate him. Do we have a bargain?” D'Orsay asked.
“That depends. Are you going to sign this or not?” Leesha said crossly. “I have to take something back to Barber.” She was tired of being everyone's servant.
D'Orsay crossed to his desk, found a pen in the drawer, and signed the paperwork with a flourish, scribbling an addendum in the margins. He handed it to Leesha. “I'll have your driver bring the car round for you, then. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Assuming you or Barber bring back Jason Haley and the Covenant, we'll be seeing more of each other.”
After the girl had gone, Dev crossed to the shelf next to the fireplace and lifted down the book Haley had dropped in the snow, struggling a little with the weight of it. Dev sat down on the hearth and began leafing through. They'd both read it two or three times, debating its meaning.
Dev began to read aloud, his blond head still bent over the book. “I will bury the Dragonheart stone in the mountain with such protections as I can lend it, in the hope that chance will put it into the possession of one with the heart and desire to release its full power. That person will seize control of the gifts that have been given. That person will once again reign over the guilds. Or destroy them, as they deserve.”
He looked up at D'Orsay. “So you think Haley took the Dragonheart.”
“I think he must have, Dev.” D'Orsay felt positively betrayed. If Haley found this thing called the Dragonheart in the ghyll, where did he find it? And how did he find it so fast? These were D'Orsay's ancestral lands, after all. They'd been in his family since—well—since the property had been called Dragon's Ghyll. If there were magical artifacts in the valley, they belonged to him and his heirs.
Dev set the heavy book aside, stood, and paced restlessly back and forth. “I should have stopped him. I let him get away.”
“Dev. He's a vicious street hoodlum. Just look what he did to your face.”
It was true. Jason Haley was little more than an underpowered punk with a talent for illusion, but he and Hastings and McCauley had already brought down a conspiracy that had been years in the making.
The scene at Second Sister played over in D'Orsay's head, like the ever-repeating trailer of a bad film. He blocked the scenes, picked over and tallied the players on screen.
He and Leicester had engineered a meeting of all the magical guilds and the Wizard Council on the island of Second Sister. Leicester's slave wizards immobilized everyone in the room. They'd forced the guilds and the council to sign D'Orsay's Covenant, naming them rulers over the guilds. That much had gone according to plan.
Haley and McCauley must have been hiding in the room all along. Haley's fake dragon appeared, a thirty-foot-tall glamour that dazzled and distracted all the wizards in the hall while McCauley opened fire against Leicester. Leicester lured McCauley into the open. And then, something happened.
A girl had appeared out of nowhere, a girl with the singular name of Madison Moss. How she'd come to be at Second Sister, D'Orsay had no idea. When Leicester flamed McCauley, the girl stepped in front and took the hit. Leicester went down, his wizard slaves with him. And Haley and McCauley had killed him.
Who was this girl? She was not from any of the major families, or he'd have recognized her. He'd searched the online genealogies, his agents had inquired. As far as they could tell, she was a nobody.
Pausing at the hearth, D'Orsay gripped the poker with its emblems of roses and thrust it into the flames. The log dissolved to ash and sparks flew upward.
Devereaux spoke, startling him out of his reverie. “I don't understand why you're dealing with them, Father. Barber sounds like a common thief. And we don't want him to get hold of the Dragonheart.”
“There is a saying, Dev. It takes a thief to catch one. Besides, what I said was true. It would be difficult for me to leave the ghyll to go after Haley, and I don't want to involve anyone else.”
“I could go. It's my fault Haley got away.”
D'Orsay patted Dev's shoulder affectionately. “My enemies would be just as happy to get hold of you, as leverage.”
Dev glowered and clenched his fists, a stance familiar from childhood. “I can protect myself.”
“You are a prodigy, Devereaux, but I think you're a little young to go up against the Roses.” D'Orsay chose not to mention Jason Haley, who'd already given Dev a beating. Dev was just beginning to recover his self-confidence.
“That girl, that Alicia Middleton, is very pretty.”
“Don't go falling for her. Alicia Middleton is the kind of girl who'll eat you alive.”
“But you're partners with her.”
“For now, Dev. For now. Let's hope she betrays Warren Barber and gets us the Dragonheart. I suspect she'll be easier to handle than him.” D'Orsay smiled and ruffled Dev's hair. Dev flinched away, a familiar sulky look on his face.
D'Orsay sighed. “You've got to get out more, Dev. Make some friends. I'm afraid that's my fault. I just don't want anything to happen to you.”
“Do you really think Haley is a small-time thief?”
D'Orsay paused to think before answering. “I'm not sure if Haley is very clever or very lucky. He's gotten in my way too many times to be ordinary. If we're lucky, young Miss Middleton and Barber will take care of him. Or he'll rid us of them, which wouldn't be all bad. Except that leaves us without the Covenant, and without a functioning Weirstone.”
“You don't know there's anything really wrong with it. I mean, just because it's dark, that doesn't…”
“Can't you feel it?” D'Orsay had grown up with the stone, situated as it was on his ancestral lands. All his life, it had been like a magnet that pulled at the poles of his heart. The call of the Weirstone meant home to him, and, just now, the call was very faint.
Chapter Five To Church
The sound intruded into Madison's mind, a faint and persistent tapping, like something pecking on the outside of her skull. This was followed by the sense that she was suffocating.
She opened her eyes, squinting against the overhead light. The giant Arts of the Eastern Civilizations textbook lay open on her chest, which explained why she couldn't breathe. She'd fallen asleep studying again.
She pushed the heavy book aside and sat up. The clock on the bedside table said 2:48. So the test was less than ten hours away.
She heard tapping again. Throwing back the comforter, she slid from the high Victorian bed, her bare feet thudding on the wood floor. She shivered in her cotton nightgown. The Legends Inn was beautiful, but, like most Victorian buildings, it was not well-insulated, especially up on the third floor.
She crossed to the door, undid the chain, pulled it open. And was ambushed.
It was Seph McCauley, snow powdering his jacket and sparkling in his curls, smelling of fresh air and magic. Her heart floundered frantically in her chest, as if it meant to escape.
“Oh!” she said.
“Hey, Maddie,” he said softly, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind him. “Oh, I'm sorry. Were you asleep?” he added, grinning, looking her up and down.
“Do you know what time it is?” she mumbled, forcing her fingers through her tangled hair. She hadn't seen him for three days (not that she was counting), and now when he did come, she was all baggy-eyed and cranky. “Rachel will skin you alive if she finds you here at this hour.”
“Oh, I don't think she'll notice,” he said, touching the amulet that hung around his neck. “You're shivering.” He grabbed up her shawl from the foot of the bed and draped it around her shoulders, reeling her in like a fish in a net. When there were inches between them, she pulled free, wrapping the shawl around herself for protection.
He looked away and stuffed his hands into his pockets, a faint release of breath signaling his frustration. He wasn't used to being rebuffed. He didn't understand—he would never understand if she could help it. Most guys gave up after a try or two. But Seph was persistent, and she didn't know how long she could continue to keep him at arm's length.