The Empty Throne. Cayla Kluver

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СКАЧАТЬ huffed. “I don’t need someone watching over me. You’re more likely to need help than I am.” In spite of my irritation with him, I truly didn’t want him to come to harm. “Speaking of which, have you heard of the Fae-mily Home? It provides food and shelter to injured and needy Fae.”

      Now it was Frat’s turn to huff. Poking himself in the chest with his thumb, he declared, “I ain’t injured or needy. I told ya—I does quite well for meself.”

      “Then go do quite well somewhere else. And stop trailing me. It’s annoying.”

      He blinked at me a couple of times, then took a step back, and I felt as though I’d squished a bunny.

      “Wait,” I said, catching him by his enormous coat before he could leave. “I’m sorry. I’m just not in the best mood today.”

      “Then ya should quit usin’ Black Magic. Gives ya a hangover of sorts and makes your mood bounce ’round.”

      My crossness instantly reemerged, proving his point. Still, he knew way too much about my life and had no call to interfere in it, even if he was right.

      “And how would you know the way Black Magic makes someone feel?”

      “Seen enough of its dirty work. Fae and humans alike ruined. And more deaths lately—overdoses most say, but I ain’t so sure. Scarlets are takin’ more notice than usual. You may have seen ’em hangin’ ’round the shelters, trackin’ folks. Somethin’s up sure and certain. It’s one of the reasons you need watchin’.”

      “For the last time, I don’t need anyone watching over me. And just what do you mean by one of the reasons?”

      “Someone’s trailin’ you, only it ain’t me.”

      “What?” My eyes snapped to the people behind Frat, looking for someone out of place. “I don’t see anyone.”

      “Course ya don’t. Guy’s good. You got to be followin’ the follower to catch on.”

      I nodded, pulse racing. “What does he look like?”

      “Stocky sort, dressed to blend in. Can’t say much more—’e wears a hat low over ’is face.”

      I nodded, considering the description. It didn’t fit Tom or Farrier. And why would a Constabulary follow me, anyway? They’d be under orders to arrest me. Who, then? Realizing Frat was staring at me, I patted him on the head.

      “Thanks for the information—I’ll keep my eyes open. But I really do have to be on my way. Alone.”

      Frat shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

      He tipped his hat in his usual fashion and sauntered away. I watched until he disappeared from view, then turned and walked west at a quickened pace. After half a block, I glanced over my shoulder but saw no sign of trouble.

      The next shop was much like the first—major security, but no Anlace. And, again, the name Sandrovich came up but no information about where he lived. How was I to locate him? I’d have to stalk the area to find the dogsbody—he might lead me to his master’s home. I sighed, and fretfully tugged on my hair. I was once again considering sneaking into someone’s house, only this time I had neither the finesse nor brute force to carry it out. On the other hand, I might have the connections to get what I needed.

      I took a roundabout route to the Fae-mily Home, deliberately ducking in and out of crowds and stopping in doorways to look behind me. Though I saw no one matching the description Frat had given me, I waited for darkness to descend before stealing into the alley and through the door that led to my room. I was surprised but pleased to find Fi had left a lamp burning on the small stand next to the bed.

      Though my stomach was grumbling, I fetched Illumina’s diary, trying not to think about the drawing it contained, and tore out a sheet of paper. Settling on the bed, I began to write the note I had already composed, my request couched in innocuous language in case it fell into the wrong hands.

      Dear Gwyneth,

      I am in pursuit of a relic that was much loved by our mutual friend. I hope to present it as a gift to his mother, who will soon be arriving for a visit. I’m having difficulty obtaining it, however, as its access is restricted. I’m hoping you might recommend someone with the special skills to help me negotiate its release. Time is of the essence.

      Gratefully yours,

      A

      Satisfied with the content, I folded the note and tucked it safely in my pack. More tired than hungry, I crawled into bed and extinguished the lamp.

      I awoke sometime later, clammy and quivering, with the distinct sensation that I was being watched. Lying still, I examined the room, my gaze landing on a shadow in the corner near the washbasin. I stared at it, barely breathing, trying to determine its shape and size. Images of Sepulchres, hunters, and Constabularies flashed in my head. Though reason insisted the door was locked from the inside, preventing anyone from entering, my instincts told me otherwise. I groped for the long knife I had laid on the nightstand, then threw off my covers to spring to my feet.

      “Who’s there?” I demanded, squinting to bring the shape into better focus.

      There was no answer, but it seemed to me that the shadow shifted, moving along the floor, and I hopped on top of my bed.

      “I’d leave if I were you,” I cried, trying to sound menacing but having no idea to whom I was speaking. “You’re not welcome here.”

      Still no reply. Should I stand my ground and fight? Or should I scream and draw the attention of the residents of the Home, making my presence known? But perhaps my presence was already known. Liking neither option, I leaped from the bed to land in front of the door. I threw back the lock and shoved it open, then dashed barefoot into the small hallway and out the exit to the alley. I broke into a run, not daring to look over my shoulder for fear of what might be following.

      I ran until my sides hurt and my feet felt bruised and bloodied, then stopped to join a group of homeless huddled around a trash heap fire for warmth. A few people were cooking cups of coffee or watery soup. No one gave me a glance, telling me the makeup of the group changed frequently. Feeling anonymous, I scoured the direction from which I had come but detected no sign of pursuit.

      I exhaled heavily, then tried to determine what had happened. What might have been lurking in my room? And how could it have entered? There was only one small, high window, and it had not been broken. And the door had been firmly locked from the inside. I rubbed my hands together over the burning rubbish, considering the possibilities. An intruder could have been in my room at the time of my return. But the lamp had been lit. Surely I would have noticed.

      I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that had of late inhabited my brain. There was one other possibility that scared me as much as, if not more than, the presence of an intruder. Could I have imagined the whole thing?

      I had to quit using Cysur. Despite the hunger I felt for the peace it could provide, it might be causing me to hallucinate. Now more than ever, I needed to keep my wits about me, and I needed to leave behind the world of utter depravity that I found so appealing.

      Considerably calmer, I returned to the Fae-mily Home, not wanting to sleep on the street and believing it was best to face my fear. The more СКАЧАТЬ