Chapter Twenty-five #2
The bowl warmed her hands almost as much as his words warmed her heart. Lena peered down into the broth. All her life she’d been nothing more than a pretty face to most men. Her father’s princess. A piece of froth to the Echelon.
Only Will saw her as something else. Something more.
A knock sounded at the door and Blade swung around sharply as Esme entered. “Sorry,” she murmured with a cheerful smile. “But I’ve a letter for Lena.”
“Lena?” Will straightened.
Lena frowned, accepting the letter. Who would think to find her here? The only one who knew she visited with any great regularity was Leo.
Sliding a thumbnail under the edge of the envelope, she slid it open. It was empty except for a small curl of hair, tied neatly with a ribbon.
Blond hair. Silky fine.
It smelt like Charlie.
Lena froze. “Where did you get this?” she asked hoarsely.
The room stilled as everyone sensed her sudden fear. Esme licked her lips. “There was a man at the door not a few minutes ago. Said he had a letter for you.”
Blade crossed to the windows, twitching aside the curtains. “What did he look like?”
As Esme stammered out a vague response, Will took the tuft of hair from her and sniffed at it. He shot a look toward Charlie, then raised a questioning brow at her.
Lena put the soup aside, her appetite destroyed. She knew exactly what it meant. She hadn’t been performing as expected. Someone wanted her to destroy this treaty and so far she’d made no headway.
“What is it?” Will asked.
Lena shook her head, pushing herself to her feet. Her throat felt thick. It had to be the person from Crowe Tower. If he could get to Charlie here, get so close as to steal a lock of his hair…
She froze, her hands clenching in her skirts. What could she do? Destroy the treaty and she risked Will’s life. But if she didn’t…
“Lena?” A warm hand slid over the small of her back.
They were all looking at her.
“I…I…”
Will would hate her for this. She thought of his smile, only moments earlier, of the gentle way he stroked her back now.
“It’s Charlie’s, isn’t it?” Honoria asked quietly, her eyes locked on the piece of hair. “What’s going on? Lena?”
Tell them and she risked losing Will… But no, that was a selfish thought. Her stomach clenched. Charlie’s life was at risk, and so was Will’s. This had grown beyond her capabilities to solve.
Her shoulders sank. “It’s Charlie’s. It’s…
” One glance toward Will, as if she couldn’t help herself.
“I couldn’t tell you. Somebody threatened me.
They had one of Charlie’s clockwork soldiers that they’d taken from his room.
They said that if I didn’t destroy the treaty they’d hurt him.
” The words wouldn’t stop now. “I thought if I did what they said it would be all right. But I couldn’t. Not when it meant your freedom…”
Will looked as though she’d struck him. Lena cringed and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to do it. I never wanted to…”
He lifted his hand and she flinched. Will froze, then slowly reached out and brushed his fingers under her jaw, tilting her face toward him. “Somebody threatened you?” The words were soft. Dangerous.
Lena trembled. “I told them I didn’t want anything more to do with it.”
His brows drew together. “Lena, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” His fingers tightened on her cheeks. “I’m gonna smash someone else’s head into a wall, but I would never hurt you.”
Relief welled up like a sudden flood. A hot tear leaked down her cheek. “I thought you’d be angry with me—”
“Christ.” He grabbed her roughly, enveloping her against his chest. “No more secrets ’tween us. Promise?”
She nodded, breathing in his familiar scent. Her fingers clenched in his shirt.
“You’re mine,” he murmured. “Foolish plots and all.”
Stroking the sticky hair off her face, he lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers. Lena kissed him desperately, clinging to his shirt.
Behind them someone cleared their throat. “What, precisely, is going on?” Honoria asked.
They were all four staring at her. Blade examined the situation, his eyes narrowed. “Someone came in here, took one of Charlie’s toys, didn’t they? Took a lock of his hair?”
Charlie clapped a hand to his head, as though searching for the lack.
Will took a deep breath. “Lena? You may as well tell ’em. Blade’ll need to know, if we’re to keep the boy safe.”
Lena slid her hand into his and locked her gaze on Honoria’s. “Promise me you won’t yell.”
Honoria crossed her arms over her chest. “I wouldn’t want to make a promise I might break.”
This was the price of keeping secrets. Lena squared her shoulders and told them everything.
When she’d finished, everyone was looking at her. Honoria’s mouth was a hyphen, but at least she wasn’t screaming.
“Humanists,” Blade muttered. “Like your father?”
Honoria nodded sharply. “I assume this has something to do with the cipher-text Will wanted me to decode?”
Lena breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes. I thought it was only times and dates for them to meet. Information.”
Her hopeful look died when Honoria’s gaze skittered away.
“I tried an auto key cipher, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it,” Honoria said.
“So I asked Leo. His colleague, Lord Balfour, has this wonderful machine, based on one of Babbage’s uncompleted designs.
It’s an electro-mechanical rotor cipher machine and—”
“The message,” Blade interrupted with a slight smile.
“‘Project Firebird aborted. Suspect sabotage from within, holding off and awaiting orders. Mechanists under hand once more. Await further instructions.’”
“What does it mean?” Lena asked.
Honoria shrugged.
“Firebird,” Will muttered. “The draining factories?”
“But Ros… Mercury claimed they had nothing to do with that.”
“Then she lied,” Will said. “Or someone else is sendin’ these messages from the humanist faction.”
“Bloody politics,” Blade muttered.
Honoria frowned. “What I want to know is why you kept all of this to yourself. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I told you,” Lena stammered. “I didn’t realize—”
“Not you.” Her gaze speared Will. “You.”
He glanced at Blade, then away. “I thought I could handle it.”
Honoria’s eyes narrowed. She looked between the two men. “What’s going on?”
“Nothin’,” Will muttered.
Blade stared at her, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Will didn’t want me comin’ up against the Echelon.”
“But you’ve—”
“I’ve been drinkin’ ’uman blood again,” he said suddenly. “It’s why me CV results ain’t been comin’ down more.”
Honoria’s jaw dropped in surprise. “But…but why? My vaccinated blood was curing you. If we kept going your CV results might almost negate themselves. You might be completely cured. You might be—”
“’Uman,” Blade said softly. He looked like a man facing the tumbrel.
“It takes away the threat o’ the virus, luv, but it takes me strength, me speed.
” His face screwed up. “It’s enough to know I ain’t facin’ the Fade anymore.
I can’t afford to be weaker. The Echelon’d be upon us like a pack o’ rabid dogs.
Will were tryin’ to prevent that from ’appenin’. ”
Honoria stared at him helplessly, her eyes gleaming with tears. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?” Her hot gaze flashed to Lena. “Am I truly so rabid, so fearful, that you’re all too scared to tell me? I only want what’s best for you. For all of you.”
Blade let out a sharp breath, as if he’d feared worse. “It ain’t that, luv. I didn’t want to disappoint you. You were so set on a cure.”
“I’m not irrational,” she said.
“You’re too rational,” Blade said with a tentative smile. He stroked her fingers and she slowly turned her palm toward him, accepting the touch. Relief flooded his expression.
“Well.” Honoria let out a sharp breath. “Since we’re so set on spilling our secrets today.” She pressed her hand to her midriff and blurted, “I think I’m with child.”
The color drained out of Blade’s face. For a moment he looked as he had three years ago, when he stared the Fade in the face. “Honor?” The whisper was a mix of terror and awe.
Delight swam up inside Lena’s chest. “Are you certain?” she asked, taking her sister by the hands.
“I saw the midwife yesterday,” Honoria replied, her eyes flooding with tears again.
Lena hugged her close, happiness surging through her. “You deserve it,” she whispered. “You’re going to be a wonderful mother.” She couldn’t help a rueful grin. “You’ve had plenty of practice at mothering all of us.”
Esme embraced them both. Over Honoria’s shoulder Lena saw Blade stagger against the armchair. Charlie caught him with a grin. Even Will’s lips curled in a smile.
“Bloody ’ell,” Blade muttered. “That’s…that’s amazin’.”
Then he reached out and dragged Honoria into his arms.
***
The next day Lena took a deep breath and smoothed the aubergine taffeta over her hips.
The girl in the mirror looked like a stranger; corseted and bustled, with elegant feathers in her hair and one of the pretty clockwork brooches she’d designed at her breast. The tiny dragonfly’s brass wings fluttered rhythmically and she knew it would draw the focus off her eyes.
Will said they’d change, the coppery ring around her pupils gradually taking over. Lena quite liked them. It was a sign that this pretty girl who stared back at her was no longer powerless. No longer prey.
She smiled and the reflection smiled back at her, teeth slightly bared.
Yes. That was better. That was more herself now.
She was tired of being afraid, and telling everyone her secrets had taken the last weight off her shoulders.
Blade had tightened security on the warren and Charlie was safe and sound now. Nobody would get near him.
All that remained was to bring this treaty to a close.
Her eyes narrowed. She was very much going to enjoy ruining the mysterious assailant’s plans.