Alchemised, page 91
Helena wasn’t sure why he’d be angry about that. She closed her eyes. She felt so tired now that he was there, as if she’d waited for him in order to rest.
“When you were asleep, I used to promise I’d take care of you,” she said.
“No.” He said it harshly. “That was me. I was the one who used to say that.”
She opened her eyes. “I used to say it back. I guess you didn’t know.”
His expression grew stricken and then he looked away, flicking the curtains closed so that it was too dim to make out his face anymore.
“What’s the plan?” she asked into the darkness. “You said it was almost over? What does that mean?”
His eyes seemed to glow. “We’re just waiting for the summer Abeyance. Get you as far away as possible. You’ll blend in if you go south.”
“Is that where Lila is? South?”
“Yes, she’s still on the mainland, near the coast. She stayed at a midway point while we tried to find you.”
“We?” Hope rose in her chest. There were survivors.
“Shiseo.”
Helena recoiled at the name.
Kaine was closer now, she could tell by his voice, but the room was so dark that she couldn’t see him. “He turned himself in, providing papers and a seal identifying him as a member of the imperial family, and offering research. He designed those manacles in the hope that if you ever showed up, he’d be the one called in to put them on.”
“Well, he certainly managed that,” Helena said hoarsely. “This is all his fault. If he hadn’t told them about transference—”
“Morrough would have vivisected your brain the day they found you if Shiseo hadn’t intervened,” Kaine said. “He had no way of knowing what Morrough would do with the method.”
She fell silent.
“It was the only thing he could come up with that would give me access to you and buy enough time. He’ll be the one to take you to Lila.”
“But what’s the plan for Paladia?”
Kaine was silent for several moments. “Morrough’s weakening. He tried to use Holdfast for spare parts, but it wasn’t enough, even though he mutilated himself adding his bones. Enough of the Undying are gone now that he can’t move or breathe without that monstrosity of his. That’s why he’s so desperate for an animancer—he thinks it’ll let him start over.”
Luc’s bones. He’d used Luc’s bones.
“It’s all about striking at the right moment,” Kaine was saying. “Morrough’s activities and the extent of the slaughter here have begun to impact the continent. The surrounding countries will intervene soon. There are rumours of an alliance that even Hevgoss is cooperating with. Paladia’s a critical source of lumithium, and it’s an industrial power that isn’t easily replaced when so many alchemists are dead. The other countries may not have cared when it was a civil conflict, but now they’ll act to secure their interests. Once they’re confident Morrough’s weak, they’ll move quickly.”
There was an assurance in the way he said it, as if it was all arranged, every detail already in place. Helena brightened with interest, trying to remember what she’d read in the papers.
“How will you—?”
“You don’t need to worry about the specifics,” he said, cutting her off. “You’ll be gone before then. If you want to help, eat and get strong enough to travel.”
He left without another word.
He didn’t come back again for several days.
It made her anxious as evening after evening passed and he failed to even briefly appear. She couldn’t stop herself from trying to remember, to piece together answers of why he was angry and why he didn’t come back. Memories would burst open, staining her vision red, upending her thoughts, leaving her drowning in disjointed spurts of emotion and snatches of conversation.
She had fits all through the day. Davies added vials of various drugs to the saline drip until Helena lay in a stupor, unable to think.
It was dark when the mattress dipped and a cool hand brushed back the curls clinging to her face, tucking them behind her ear. Her hand was picked up, long fingers entwining with hers. Kaine’s thumb stroked across her knuckles, finally stopping at her ring finger, spiralling something there slowly.
The ring.
She’d forgotten all about it.
Once the fits stopped, Kaine withdrew again, but he didn’t disappear entirely. At first she thought she was imagining it, but it was undeniable that he was distancing himself.
He’d stand, hands clasped behind his back, not even looking at her, giving only short answers to her questions. She rarely knew what to say; everything felt either trivial or too devastating to put into words. She didn’t know where to begin.
Hold on, she’d told herself over and over inside the tank. Don’t break. She’d thought she’d succeeded, but now she knew, there were only pieces of her left.
She sat in bed, watching him stare out the window. It was night and there was nothing to see; he simply didn’t want to look at her. She knew he’d leave in a moment, if she didn’t say something.
“How—have you been?” she finally asked in desperation, then winced because it was a stupid question.
“Fine,” he said.
She blinked down at her lap. “You’re married.”
He went rigid at that, and she watched him inhale. “Yes, to Aurelia Ingram.”
She nodded. She didn’t know why it mattered, given everything else. She’d never at any point imagined Kaine marrying her. Yet her mind couldn’t move away from the detail. He had a wife now. Which made her—
She wasn’t sure what she was. What she’d ever been.
“Morrough ordered it,” he said, even though she hadn’t said anything else. “The Guild Assembly wanted a high-profile event, proof that things were back to normal. I didn’t have any choice.”
She nodded again wordlessly.
“I—” He looked towards her and started to speak again but then stopped.
The space between them was like a chasm filled with every sin they’d ever committed against each other, but even from that distance, she could feel his anger.
No matter what he said, she knew he was angry at her.
“You’re able to travel now?” she asked. “You said you went to Hevgoss lots of times.”
“Yes.”
She twisted the linen hem of the sheet between her fingers. “Then…after things here are done, will you—will you come south, too?”
“Lila has a rather abiding hatred for me.”
Helena kept waiting for an answer. We’re supposed to run away together. You promised.
He glanced back out into the courtyard. “With luck, I won’t be in Paladia for long afterwards.”
“So you’ll come—eventually?” Her voice was hopeful.
It felt impossible for things to ever be repaired within the suffocating confines of Spirefell, but if they went somewhere far away, maybe it could be done. They’d found each other once, after all. With time, they could do it again.
His eyes glittered for a moment, and she saw the briefest curve of his lips as he quietly said, “If that’s what you want.”
It felt like a lie.
Chapter 67
Maius 1789
Time did not heal all wounds, but it did make a difference for Helena’s mind. With each day, her memories seemed to settle, falling into a semblance of order.
She gradually remembered tricking Kaine and finally understood why he’d been so deeply paranoid from the moment of her arrival. Why he had checked her mind, wanting to know even her most inconsequential occupations.
He’d underestimated her once; now he would never trust her again. He was still lying to her.
She’d suspected, but it was difficult to rely on her judgement or interpretation of anything. Lacunae were scattered across her consciousness. Her thoughts still compulsively turned away from their conclusions, and her mind was habitual in its tendency to overlook what was missing. But as time passed, she grew certain of his deceit.
He was managing her, “maintaining her environment,” and trying to trick her even now. What the deceit was, she wasn’t sure. She mulled over it, trying to sense the holes in the carefully crafted narrative he’d begun feeding her from the moment she’d regained consciousness. She needed more perspective, a stronger sense of what was real and what was not.
She went out into the hallway, staring down the passages. It used to terrify her, the hallways, the house, the ghastly sense of death and mourning that permeated it.
She stood there, watching the space around her disappear into shadows. It was haunted after all.
She had been the ghost.
She wandered slowly down the hallway, her feet bare. The cold iron in the floor kept her present, sure of what was real.
Kaine appeared on the landing below her as she reached the stairs. He was all in black except the pristine white at his throat, and the barest edges of his cuffs visible at the wrists. His colouring was so stark now, he looked almost like an ink drawing, the sharp lines and contrast of black and white.
“I thought you’d be out,” she said when he didn’t speak.
“I noticed you were up. Do you think you could manage a trip to the main wing?”
No, but she nodded, curious where he’d take her.
He maintained a conscientious distance as they made the journey, warning her quietly of the places where Morrough could be watching.
She kept looking at him, noticing the edge to him, the over-precision. He was exacting to a degree that left him nearly inhuman. It was the array, she realised with slow horror. He was more than distilled. It had transmuted him until there was nothing left but the qualities it permitted.
In his search for her, he’d let it consume him.
They stopped outside a large pair of doors that had always been locked during Helena’s exploration of the house. Opened, they revealed a library.
“I would have brought you here earlier, but I worried Aurelia might be suspicious if you were in this wing too often,” he said, stepping to the side so she had space to enter. “I’ll be gone until evening, but I thought an incentive to exercise and a way to pass the time might suit you.”
Helena didn’t move, peering into the cavernous space. On the far side, she could see a few north-facing windows. Even in late spring, the light in the wing was feeble, the aisles shadowy, and the ceiling so high she could scarcely make it out. The darkness threatened to drop down and swallow her.
She’d just disappear.
“Aurelia might notice now,” she said, not stepping through the doorway.
“She’s gone.”
She looked at him sharply.
“Staying in the city at present. I doubt she’ll come back, but you’ll be warned if she does.”
Helena swallowed. “Maybe—maybe we could come back later.”
Kaine had clearly expected this to tempt her. After all, she had been desperately bored in captivity, and now he was offering a world of preoccupations. His eyes ran over her in a rapid catalogue.
Helena rested her fingers on the wall, feeling the texture of the wallpaper as she wet her lips.
“It’s just a bit dark—in there,” she said. “The ceiling. It wouldn’t be very good if I had a fit…and there’s the—the baby.” She tripped over the word. It was the first time she’d managed to acknowledge it since she’d regained consciousness. Her mind swerved hard around that reality, unable to face its implications.
Kaine flinched, too.
“I’d rather not go in. If that’s all right,” she said.
“Hel—” He started to move towards her, but she tensed, and he stopped short.
He stood, staring at her, one hand barely outstretched. Her cheeks burned, and she looked away.
What must it be like to be stuck with this version of her when she used to be so much more? She couldn’t even fully remember and still found it intolerable. Her jaw trembled.
“I know it’s illogical—being scared of the dark. I know,” she said, and her voice shook. “I’m trying—I know…”
He stepped back, pulling the doors shut, and her heart dropped as the distance between them grew larger. Even though she didn’t want him to touch her, she felt desperate for him to hold her again. Her mind and body were at perpetual odds.
He could not occupy the impossible in-between where she wanted him because there was no distance large enough to erase what had happened that still left him within her reach.
“It’s fine,” he said without looking at her. “I thought you might want to, but of course, you’re not familiar with the space. If there’s anything you want, I’ll bring it to you.”
She gave a stilted nod.
“I’ll walk you back,” he said.
“No, you should go,” she said, pressing her hand against the wall until the manacle twinged inside her wrist. “I’ll slow you too much. I know the way.”
His eyes flickered. “If that’s what you want.”
He turned away, and she reached out on instinct. “Kaine…”
He stopped, and she instantly withdrew her hand.
She forced a tight smile. “Be careful. Don’t die.”
He stood unmoving for a moment, staring at her, and then turned away. “Right.”
* * *
It was past nightfall when he returned. Helena was sitting on the sofa in her room, staring at the pattern on the rug as she waited. She had spent the whole day trying to be sure of the lie, piecing everything together again and again.
He paused in the doorway, not entering, as if to make clear that it was to be a brief, impersonal visit. She watched him carefully. He’d always been prone to being still. She remembered that about him.
“Do you know what books you’d like?” he asked at length.
She shook her head. “I’ve been thinking today.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Your plan doesn’t make any sense to me,” she said.
“Well, not all of us have your exceptional intellect,” he said lightly, but he didn’t move from the doorway.
Helena studied the space between them. If Morrough were watching, what would he see? Nothing. There was nothing to see, there was only emptiness between them.
“Today, you didn’t say you’d always come for me,” she said. “You used to say that when I had to go. When I—” She blinked, one hand spasming. “I think. Didn’t you?”
Kaine’s face twisted into a grimace, and he stepped into the room, shutting the door, and leaning against it. “I thought it a rather empty promise at this point.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t your fault. You looked everywhere. Mandl—”
He gave a harsh laugh. Helena started, her heart slamming into her throat.
“Right. Thank you. Of course,” he said, the sarcasm bright in his tone. “Everywhere. Yes, I looked everywhere, didn’t I?”
She stared at him as his voice turned musing but his eyes remained hard and glittering.
“Through wreckage, and piles of corpses, through prisons and mines and laboratories, and across a damned continent. I looked everywhere—except the one place that mattered.” His voice cracked, but he grinned. “Thank you, truly, for crediting my exceptional efforts.”
There was something familiar about the way he was speaking. Her stomach curdled, and her vision flickered. His face suddenly loomed and she wasn’t sure where she was. Past? Present? Both?
He gave another laugh, startling her back into the moment.
His expression had warped. “Not my fault?” he was saying; his teeth showed, bared at her. “Is that what you expect me to tell myself?” He laid a pale hand over his heart. “Do you think embracing eternal victimhood will make me feel better?”
He was seething with so much rage, she could feel it in the air. She looked down, trying to breathe slowly.
There were so many things she was trying not to think about, struggling to keep her face above the surface before she drowned in the morass of her mind.
But she knew that he was lying to her. There was something he didn’t want her to know, that he was determined to keep her from realising, and if she could remember more clearly, she’d know what it was.
“That’s not my point,” she said. “I’m not trying to talk about that. What I don’t understand is why you’re waiting until I’m gone. Morrough will know you’ve either betrayed or failed him if I escape.”
He drew a breath, composing himself, sharp and cruel as a steel trap. “As I said, there is very specific timing to it all, but none of it concerns you.”
He was trying to wound her into silence, but she refused to let him.
“If I’m gone, Morrough will know you’re the traitor,” she said stubbornly. “Even if he doesn’t, he’ll blame you for letting me escape. He’s desperate, and this—this baby is his best chance. If you could hurt him enough to topple the regime, you would have already done it unless there’s something holding you back.”
Now Kaine said nothing.
She drew a deep breath. “You said things are unstable, and that’s true, but there’s one thing that’s keeping everything together, one thing preventing a collapse. The High Reeve. That’s who everyone is afraid of. They all assume that if anything happens to Morrough, the High Reeve will take over. And now the world knows that’s you.
“Considering it in that light, then there’s only one thing I can think of that would make Morrough seem weak enough for the other countries to finally attack.”
He gave a smooth shrug. “I’d hardly consider you well-apprised about the current political climate. Just because you can only think of one thing doesn’t mean that nothing else exists.”
She met his eyes. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re planning, then? And we can see if I’m missing something.”
