Daughter of the Blood. Nancy Holder
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“You need to be seen,” he continued. “I agreed that we would keep the regent’s condition a secret on a need-to-know basis, but you don’t have the luxury of seclusion. The people have got to know that you’re all right.”
“Then bring a contingent down here to meet with me,” she reiterated. “Would my mother jump if the governor told her to?”
“I have no idea,” he replied harshly. “Your mother’s been in a coma for twenty-six years.”
“You’re out of line,” Izzy said.
“I’m not!” he shouted. Heads turned. More quietly he said, “I’m not. We’re in an emergency situation. Our chain of command puts me in charge after Jean-Marc. But you’re here now, and I’m trying to steer you to the best course of action.”
Her lips parted, but she let him continue. He needed to get this off his chest, and she needed to know where he stood.
“Let’s not mince words,” he said. “I honor your status. I truly do. I’m loyal to you. But you just got here, and you don’t know anything, and we’re practically at war, and not just with Le Fils. I don’t how to explain to you just how tenuous our association with the Ungifted is right now.”
“Got it,” she said.
“So you need to reassure them. Or they’ll abandon their treaty with us.”
“Will they do that today?” she asked him. “Abandon the treaty?”
He shifted his weight as if he didn’t want to answer. “Doubtful,” he admitted. “But with each hour that passes without a meeting, it’ll take that much more handholding to reassure them that we’re still in the game.”
“I’m more than willing to meet them,” she said. “But they have to come down here.”
“All right,” Michel said. “I’ll see what I can do.”
As he turned to go, a deep bass gong thrummed through the air. Izzy felt its vibration in the bones of her bare feet.
Sequestered in her corner, Sauvage threw her arms around Ruthven and cried, “We’re being attacked again!”
Michel closed his eyes, opened them again. He said, “Field agents. And the executive staff. I think they’ve found something.”
“I’ll go with you to the door,” Izzy told him.
She crossed to her chair and picked up her shoes, stepping into them. The clack of her heels provided a counterpoint to the silent tension in the room.
They went out of the OR and into the monitoring room, where the techs watched the readouts of her mother’s life-support machines. Then they went out of that room to the main chamber. The room was dominated by her mother’s elaborate gilt bed. Izzy gazed tenderly at her as they passed. She looked like Izzy—an oval face with freckles across the nose, framed with long, black ringlets. In fact, she looked younger. She had only been twenty when she’d fallen into the coma; Jean-Marc had told Izzy that Gifted aged more slowly than Ungifted. He had assumed that now that her powers had awakened, her own aging process would decelerate, and maybe even reverse.
They walked down the center aisle of the chamber. The Femmes Blanches sat in two rows on either side, hands joined, holding Marianne’s hands.
Michael opened the chamber door.
A man and a woman in black suits and headsets stood on the other side. The male security agent cradled a two-foot-by-two-foot matte gray container with silver fittings against his chest.
Three other people stood in the hallway, well away from the agents. One was a young, dark-haired woman in a sleek business suit adorned with a flames pin identical to the one Michel wore on his lapel. Two men, one in his midtwenties and one middle-aged, also wore suits and pins.
When they saw Izzy, they bowed. She inclined her head.
“Oui? ” Michel queried. “Did you find something?”
“Oui, ” the female agent replied, her eyes bright with excitement. She gestured to the container. “We have some readable fragments of the bokor himself.”
“Of Esposito?” Michel asked, his voice rising with excitement.
“Oui, ” she replied proudly. The man holding the container smiled.
“Wonderful work,” Michel said.
Izzy parsed the conversation. “Fragments? Are we talking residue?”
“Oui, madame, ” Michel affirmed, smiling. “Robert and Louise are two of our best. If they say they’re readable, that means we can get some useful information off them.”
“Readable,” she echoed slowly. “As in psychometry?”
“Yes,” he said. “And we’ll—”
“Psychometry,” she continued, “which I’m apparently good at.” Her training with Jean-Marc had proven that.
His knit his brows and pursed his lips. “I appreciate your offer to help, but this is new to you, and this will be difficult and grisly work.”
“I want to be there,” she insisted.
“You are irreplaceable, and this reading could be dangerous. Esposito was working with very powerful spirits. I’m sure that if Jean-Marc were here—”
“Jean-Marc is here,” she corrected him. But she wondered if he knew something that she didn’t, if Gifted died differently from other people and he knew Jean-Marc would not be back.
“Please, madame, how is the regent?” the middle-aged man asked, stepping forward. “I’m Simon, his assistant. This is Pierre, Alain’s assistant.”
“Sophie is my assistant,” Michel added, gesturing to the woman.
“Any news?” Pierre asked.
Izzy said, “The regent is still in surgery. Alain is still missing. Perhaps we’ll learn more from reading the fragments.” She gave Michel a look. “So let’s get it done.”
“You just agreed to a meeting,” he argued.
“After.”
“Please,” Michel pled. “This will be very unpleasant.”
She shrugged. “It’s like forensics, right? We examine bone fragments, bits of tissue…and we learn things from their vibrations. Or something.”
He blinked. “No, madame, it’s not like that at all.” He shook his head. “It’s…horrible.”
Great.
“No problem,” she told him. “Let’s do it.”
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