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Books. Change. Lives.
Copyright © 2019 by Maxym M. Martineau
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Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
Twenty-eight
Twenty-nine
Thirty
Thirty-one
Thirty-two
Thirty-three
Thirty-four
Thirty-five
Thirty-six
Epilogue
Bestiary
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Excerpt from The Frozen Prince
One
Back Cover
For my family and husband.
Thank you, Mom, for teaching me at an early age that it’s okay to dream, to find joy in a good story, and to believe in the worlds others might not see.
Thank you, Dad, for teaching me the meaning of perseverance. Without you, I wouldn’t have the work ethic I do, and this book wouldn’t be here.
Thank you, Chaz, for being the world’s best brother, for showing me what it means to dedicate yourself entirely to your passion, and for always making me smile.
Thank you, Jacob, for being the husband I always dreamed of and for supporting me and loving me with everything you have. Just remember, I will always choose you.
To the rest of my family near and far, I love you, too.
One
Leena
By the time evening fell, three things were certain: the gelatinous chunks of lamb were absolute shit, my beady-eyed client was hankering for more than the beasts in my possession, and someone was watching me.
Two out of the three were perfectly normal.
I slid the meat to the side and propped my elbows against the heavy plank table. My client lasted two seconds before his gaze roved to the book-shaped locket dangling in my cleavage. Wedging his thick fingers between the collar of his dress tunic and his neck, he tugged gently on the fabric.
“You have what I came for?” His heavy gold ring glinted in the candlelight. It bore the intricate etching of a scale: Wilheim’s symbol for the capital bank. A businessman. A rare visitor in Midnight Jester, my preferred black-market tavern. My pocket hummed with the possibility of money, and I fingered the bronze key hidden there.
“Maybe.” I nudged the metal dinner plate farther away. “How did you find me?” Dez, the bartender, sourced most of my clients, but brocade tunics and Midnight Jester didn’t mingle.
I shifted in the booth, the unseen pair of eyes burrowing farther into the back of my head. Faint movement from the shadows flickered into my awareness. Movement that should have gone unnoticed, but I’d learned to be prepared for such things.
“Dez brought a liquor shipment to a bar I frequent in Wilheim. He said you could acquire things.” He extracted his sausage fingers from the folds of his neck and placed his hands flat on the table.
Believable. Dez made a mean spiced liquor that he sold on the side—a cheap yet tasty alternative to the overpriced alcohol brewed within the safe confines of Wilheim. But that didn’t explain the lurker.
Hidden eyes followed me as I scanned the tables. Cobweb-laden rafters held wrought-iron, candlelit chandeliers. Every rickety chair was occupied with regulars in grubby tunics, their shifty gazes accompanying hurried whispers of outlawed bargains. Who here cared about me? A Council member? A potential client?
My temple throbbed, and I forced myself to return my client’s gaze. “Like a Gyss.”
The man sat upright. Yellow teeth peeked around chapped lips in an eager smile. “Yes. I was told you have one available.”
“They don’t come cheap.”
He grimaced. “I know. Dez said it would cost me one hundred bits.”
One hundred? I tossed a sidelong glance to Dez. Elbow-deep in conversation with a patron at the bar, he didn’t notice. One hundred was high for a Gyss. He’d done me a solid. I could’ve handed over the key right then and there, but I had a rare opportunity on my hands: a senseless businessman in a dry spell looking for luck. Why else would he want a Gyss?
“One-fifty.”
He launched to his feet, nearly upending the table, and his outburst grabbed the attention of every delinquent in the place. Dez raised a careful eyebrow, flexing his hands for effect, and the businessman sheepishly returned to his seat. He cleared his throat, and his fingers retreated to the thick folds of his neck. “One-fifty is high.”
Crossing my arms behind my head in an indolent lean, I shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll find someone else. I don’t need to be swindled.”
“Be my guest.” I nodded to the quiet tables around us. “Though none of them will have it for you now, if ever. They’re not like me.”
He hissed a breath. “Are all Charmers this conniving?”
I leaned forward, offering him my best grin and a slow wink. “The ones you’ll deal with? Hell yes.”
“Shit.” He pinched his nose. “All right. One-fifty. But this Gyss better work. Otherwise, you’ll have to find a way to make it up to me.” With obvious slowness, he moved his fingers to his chin, tracing the length of his rounded jaw with his thumb. A faint gleam coursed through his gaze, and I crossed my ankles to keep myself from kicking him under the table. I needed the money, and I didn’t want to dirty my new boots with his groin.
I barely kept the growl from my voice. “I can assure you the Gyss will grant your wish. One every six months.”
“Excellent.” He extended his hand, waiting for the shake to seal the deal.
“You know Gyss need payment for every wish, correct?”
His hand twitched. “Yeah, yeah. Fulfill a request, get a wish.”
“And I’m not responsible for what the Gyss requests. That’s on the beast, not on me.”
“Fine. Get on with it already before Sentinels ransack this shithole.”
Sentinels? He wished. The capital’s muscle-bound soldiers wouldn’t come near this scourge. The festering dark woods of the Kitska Forest were crammed flush against the west side of Midnight Jester. The errant, bone-shattering calls of monsters scraping through the air were enough to deter even the bravest of men.
No, Sentinels would never come here.
I clasped the businessman’s outstretched hand. Clammy skin slicked along my palm, and a chill crawled up my arm. He moved away, reaching into his pocket for a velvet coin purse. As he pulled at the leather strings, a handful of silver chips and gold autrics clanked against the table.
One hundred and fifty bits. Funny how pebble-size pieces of flat metal carried such weight. Those of us living outside of Wilheim’s protection had to fight for our coin. Ration our supplies. My last bits had gone to a much-needed new pair of leather boots. This man probably had fine silk slippers for every occasion.
With this kind of money, I’d have the chance to get something much more important than footwear. I slid my hand into my pocket and extracted a bronze key. Power vibrated from the metal into my palm, and I shot the businessman another glance. “Are you familiar with the Charmer’s Law?”
His eyes skewered the key. “Buying and selling beasts is strictly forbidden—I know.”
I
The man’s face blanched, sweat dampening the collar of his tunic. “You’re joking.”
“I don’t joke about beasts.” I dropped the key on the table. Offering him a wolfish smile, I cocked my head to the side. “Still interested?”
He wavered for only a breath, then made a mad dash for the key. Thick hands pressed it flush to his breast pocket. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll treat the Gyss right.”
As he pushed away from the table, he offered a parting nod. I jutted my chin out and kept my expression tight. “Think twice before wishing. The consequences can be extreme.” A familiar sliver of unease threaded through me. I hated dealing in Gyss, but his needs seemed straightforward enough. Money. Power. He’d never be able to fulfill the boon the Gyss would require for more.
This Gyss wouldn’t be used against me. Not like before. The breadth of their ability was dependent on their master, and this man didn’t have the aptitude for true chaos. No, my exiled existence would be safe a couple hundred years yet. There were Charmers who lived well into their late two hundreds. At the ripe age of twenty-nine, I had plenty of time.
The invisible daggers, courtesy of my mystery lurker, dug deeper into my back. Maybe I was overestimating my life span.
Tracking the businessman’s escape, I settled into the booth’s cushions to count my coins. No need to rush with the stalker’s eyes on me. A thief, maybe? Bits were hard to come by, and I had enough to get me to the south coast and back with room to spare. The Myad, and the opportunity to prove my worth to my people, was within my reach.
I just needed to acquire the blood of a murderer—given freely, with no strings attached. It was a necessary ingredient for the Myad’s taming, and something that wouldn’t happen in Midnight Jester where bartering patrons couldn’t distinguish favor from paycheck. I’d deal with it in Ortega Key. For now, I needed to get there before the beast disappeared.
“You taking off?” Dez sidled into the opposite side of the booth, a toothy grin pulling the jagged scar running from his earlobe to his chin tight. With a square jaw and a nose broken one too many times, he had a rugged charm about him. “It’s nice having you around.”
I toyed with one of the silver chips. Living above the tavern had its perks. Giving Dez a quick appraisal, my mind flashed back to the night before when we’d been tangled in the sheets. A carnal release with none of the attachments, at least for me. We’d never broached that discussion, but I often caught his gaze lingering when it shouldn’t have. I’d have to deal with that eventually. There was only so much of myself I was willing to give.
“I’ll only be gone for a short while. There’s been a rare beast sighting in the south, and if I hang around here, I’ll miss it.” I reached for my coin purse and slid my earnings off the table.
“You know you don’t have to prove anything to anyone here.” Voice low, he let his gaze wander from head to head. “Hell, you’re easily the best person in this establishment.”
“In your eyes.” My people would rather welcome a flesh-eating Tormalac into their homes than allow me back into our sacred grounds. “Charmers are only as strong as the beasts they keep. I have to be prepared.”
“Prepared for what?” Dez asked. I knew what he wanted. A little bit of honesty. An ounce of trust. I just couldn’t cave. There was a reason I was the only Charmer for miles around, and telling him the truth meant he could be used to find me. The Charmers Council had worse rulings than exile.
“I’ll come back. You know I love this place.”
“You know you love me.” Another glimmer of hope.
“And you know I don’t do love.” I leaned in, a slow smile claiming my face. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy your company.”
His eyes shone. “I’ll take that. For now.”
Heat ignited in my stomach. Maybe a few more hours wouldn’t hurt. “Can Belinda watch the bar?” All thumbs with her head in the clouds, the bar maiden skipped across the floor, sloshing frothy beers and ales as she went. She couldn’t handle a serving tray to save her life, but her tits raked in money Dez couldn’t ignore.
He didn’t bother to look away and check. “She’ll manage.”
“Good.” As I made a move to stand, a high-pitched whine sliced through my mind, and my feet cemented to the floor. Iky—my camouflaged beast I kept on hand during all black-market dealings. With senses sharper than a Sentinel’s blade, he would’ve been able to discern any shift in the tavern’s close quarters. We’d had a few brushes with two-bit murderers and thieves before. Nothing he couldn’t handle. It looked like my unseen stalker was going to make his move after all. “Actually, we’ll have to revisit that idea.”
I scoured the tables. By all appearances, everything was fine. No one jumped. No one made a move to block the bar’s only door. The regulars I’d grown to know over the years were neck-deep in their own worlds and not the least bit interested in my dealings. But with the weighted stare abruptly gone and the body count the same, something was definitely off.
“What? Why?” Dez shifted uncomfortably in the booth.
“Any shady characters in recently?”
He raised a brow. “Seriously?”
“Shadier than usual.”
All humor wiped from his voice. “What’s going on?”
“I’m being watched. Or I was. Iky noticed a shift.”
Dez’s hardened gaze spied the lopsided coatrack tucked against the wall. Forgotten threadbare coats clung to the hooks like leaves that wouldn’t die. It was Iky’s favorite place to lurk. Dez discovered Iky once when he most unceremoniously tossed another left-behind cloak and missed. A floating red garment gave even the regulars a scare.
“All right. Promise me you’ll take care?”
“Of course.” I rested my hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Sure.” Dez stood, spreading his hands wide and gesturing to the crowd. “I just came up with a new special, folks! Cured pig with red flakes.” A signal only local outlaws would truly understand: danger, potential spy.
For a moment, everyone stiffened. Eyes darted in erratic patterns before the slow murmuring of mundane conversation—weather, the royal family’s upcoming ball, anything other than what we were all here for—flitted through the air. With his coded warning in effect, Dez took up his place behind the counter, polishing glasses with one eye on the door and the other on his patrons.
Always assume they’re snitches. Dez’s previous warning rattled through my brain as I reached for the busted iron doorknob, a still-invisible Iky right on my heels. How long had my deal with the businessman taken? I’d stationed Iky behind me before that, which meant his hours in our plane were waning. I’d have to send him back to the beast sanctuary soon. With no time for delay, I pushed through the door and met the evening air with guarded eyes.
Staying in the tavern wasn’t an option. What if the Charmers Council had finally caught on to my crimes? I couldn’t jeopardize Dez or his establishment. This place was a haven for those who had nowhere else to go. Myself included.
I glanced east in the direction of Wilheim, our capital city. I’d never had the opportunity to pass through those gleaming white walls of marble and diamond. Stretching tall to kiss the underside of the clouds, the concentric, impenetrable towers guarded an impressive mountain where the royal family lived. Where the fortunate lived. Most of us scavenging on the outskirts were banned for one reason or another from passing through the magic-clad ivory gates.
Shaking my head, I quickened my pace. Though the royal family’s jurisdiction technically covered the continent of Lendria, everyone knew that law didn’t apply past those glistening stones. Out here, magic and darkness and questionable dealings reigned supreme. Iky let out another private whine, and my gaze jumped to the forest line. My stalker was back. Invisible to me, but not hidden from my beast’s senses. My destination was the train station, but if this lurker was from the Council, I didn’t want them getting a whiff of the Myad and stealing my beast. I needed to deal with the threat first.
I know you’re there, creep.
Flipping the collar of my jacket up, I picked my way down the winding dirt path away from Wilheim and the train depot. Lure them out, trap them, free and clear. Easy enough. The descending sun crept toward the riotous treetops of the Kitska Forest. Steeped in shadows, the dark leaves shivered in the dusk air, and a small whistling met my ears. The sheer density of the woods invited a certain level of hysteria to the unfamiliar—out here, one couldn’t tell the difference between a pair of eyes and oversize pinesco pods.
