Leandros lowered his hood when he reached the porch of the Ranulf’s rented flat. He risked a glance behind him, at the rain beating steadily down on dark cobblestone, washing it clean. He squinted against the rain, checking for any suspicious movement, but no one seemed to be minding him at all, too busy scrambling to get inside.
After he rang the bell, one of the Ranulf’s servants arrived to take his cloak and lead him up to the sitting room, where both Gareth and Isobel waited. Isobel was ready for him this time, medical supplies laid out on the table beside the sofa.
Leandros had to step around a large suitcase in the doorway to approach them. “You’re ready to leave, I see,” he noted.
Gareth eyed the suitcase. “Physically, at least.”
“You look tired, Leandros,” Isobel said. She knelt beside the couch, same as last time, sterilizing a pair of tweezers.
Leandros was tired. Exhausted, even. “I’m quite alright,” he said, “But thank you for your concern.”
Isobel looked like she didn’t quite believe him. “You’re welcome to rest here a while before you head back to the Island,” she offered. “You look like you could use it.”
“There’s too much work to be done, I’m afraid.”
Isobel pursed her lips. “Alright. Well, let’s get a look at those stitches. Take off your shirt and lay on the sofa, here.”
Leandros did as she said, carefully laying his things out on a chair before settling on the sofa. Isobel cleaned his wound, then prodded at it with cold fingers, tutting to herself. “You haven’t been careful.”
“I’ve tried,” Leandros said. “It’s difficult.”
“It’ll be more so when you’re on the road. These won’t be ready to come out for at least a week. You’re full-blooded alfar, aren’t you? Longer, then, given the way your kind heals. Is there a surgeon on the team?”
“Not officially, but most of the security team has medical training.”
“One of them will have to help you, then,” Isobel said, starting to push herself to her feet. Leandros held out a hand to help her. “Gareth, should I go get—?”
“Yes, thank you,” Gareth said, pointedly avoiding Leandros’ gaze. When Isobel was gone from the room, he said, “I’m terribly sorry about this, Leandros. I hope you won’t be too angry with me.”
Leandros sat up, eyes going to where his coat was folded over the chair, his gun hidden in an inner pocket. “Sorry about what, Gareth?”
“It’s nothing terrible,” Gareth said, waving his hands, “I promise. It’s just, I’ve listened to him whine for days about how you’re avoiding him, and I can’t take it anymore.”
Leandros heard voices coming down the hall, and he groaned when he recognized the loudest of them. “You promised he wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m terribly sorry, but you need to talk to him, preferably before we leave for Orean.”
“I can hear you, you know. I don’t whine,” Roman said, appearing in the doorway with a stranger at his heels. He perched on the arm of Leandros’ couch before Leandros could get up. “How do you feel? How are the stitches? Are they healing alright? You’re being careful, aren’t you? What did Isobel say?”
“Breathe, Roman,” Gareth said.
Leandros cringed at the already-yellowing bruise on Roman’s cheek. He half-sat up and reached out to touch it before he realized what he was doing, then quickly folded his hands in his lap. “That doesn’t look pleasant.”
“What, the bruise? I deserved it.”
Leandros looked away. “Don’t do that. You didn’t deserve anything. I’m still angry with you, of course, but I shouldn’t have done that,” he said softly. He knew too well how the people closest to Roman were always hurting him.
When he looked back, he found Roman staring at him with wide eyes. Leandros couldn’t meet his gaze directly, so he studied the bruise a moment longer and sighed. “It’s times like these I wish I was sapien. You heal so quickly.”
Roman’s hand ghosted over the bruise. “I think that’s just me. How are your stitches?”
“Fine,” Leandros said. He smirked and began to tug down the bandages. “Would you like to see?”
“Are you sure?”
Roman made a face. “Stop.”
Leandros realized he was smiling and made himself stop. “Hand me my shirt, would you? I have better things to do than sit around and chat.”
“Whatever you’re about to say, Roman, think it over, and then don’t say it.”
“Wow, you weren’t kidding about them,” the girl who’d come in behind Roman said to Gareth.
Leandros frowned at her. She met his glare with a single raised eyebrow and said, “Should Mr. Ranulf and I leave you alone to talk? I don’t mind waiting in the dining room.”
“No, no that’s alright. Wait just a moment longer, Thea,” Roman said. “Leandros, I found out who attacked you.”
Leandros stood, cringing when it jostled his stitches. “How? Who?”
“He was part of the Golden Rose, seeking a fifty triem bounty placed by some member of the Alfheim Council.”
Leandros stilled. “Fifty triems? None of them have that kind of money on their own. There must be several of them in on it.”
“Aren’t you from Alfheim? You don’t seem very surprised that they want you dead,” the girl said.
Leandros narrowed his eyes at her. “Roman, who is this?”
“I’ll explain in just a second, I promise,” Roman said, stepping between Leandros and the girl. “Trust me.”
Leandros looked away, a muscle jumping in his jaw. To the girl, he said, “If you knew how they felt about me, you wouldn’t be surprised, either. Alfheim has never trusted me. A good deal of that is thanks to my father, but I suppose I can take some of the blame. I’ve made many mistakes in my youth, following this one being the worst of them,” Leandros nodded Roman’s way.
“Oh, come on. We had fun together, didn’t we?” Roman asked.
“Don’t be cute. You‘re the reason they want me dead.”
“What does Roman have to do with this?” Gareth asked, looking between Roman and Leandros with furrowed brows.
“Oh, that’s all in the past!” Roman said, a bright grin on his face. “Whatever the reason, Leandros, I made sure no one’s going to go near that bounty anytime soon. Also, I found you a personal guard! Gareth helped.”
Leandros scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need a guard.”
“You don’t be ridiculous. I think it’s obvious that you do.”
Leandros relented, pursing his lips. “And where is this guard?”
“Here!” the girl said, holding a finger up. “I would have introduced myself earlier, but you were…otherwise distracted. Ms. Theodosia Fairfax, at your service.”
Leandros blinked at the girl. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” Theodosia said.
The alfar looked at Gareth. “Is that supposed to be a lot?”
Gareth shrugged. “For sapiens? It’s enough.”
“I have a young face,” Theodosia said, standing taller. She had wide green eyes and brown hair piled into a messy bun, emphasizing her large ears, pierced in several places. Her square face was hidden behind a wall of freckles that stretched from the roots of her hair to where her neck disappeared beneath her high collar. She stood nearly as tall as Leandros, but far lankier.
Roman beckoned Theodosia closer. “Thea, tell him what you can do.”
“Do?” Leandros asked.
“I’m rosanin,” Thea said. “I have a gift— that is, I can read people’s auras, and their auras manifest their intentions. You know, if they’re doing what they’re doing because of greed or righteousness, or hurt and love. I can see it.” Thea looked at the ceiling and scrunched up her nose, evidently trying to find a better way to explain. “Everyone emits a sort of…glow. There’s color, texture, brightness, and that changes based on where a person’s coming from. It’s hard to interpret sometimes, but I’m good at it.”
“It’s different from emotions,” Roman clarified for Leandros, practically vibrating with excitement. “She can tell when people are going to act.”
Theodosia nodded. “What I see is emotion bleeding into action. Someone can hate you and want you dead, but I’ll only see it when they decide to kill you. Or someone could love you, but I don’t see it until they decide to kiss you.”
Leandros tipped his head to the side, considering. “What if someone tries to kill me because they love someone who wants me dead?”
“People are more than a single motivation. I’d see the love, but the violence would be more immediate.”
Roman grinned. “See? She’s perfect! If someone gets close enough to hurt you, Thea can warn you. We won’t have to guess who on the team is dangerous. Plus, look at her! No one will ever suspect she’s guarding you.”
“Hey,” Theodosia sighed, resignedly.
“Sorry, Thea,” Roman said, patting her arm.
“Are you sure this is something you want to do? We’ll be gone a month, at least,” Leandros told her. “And it may be dangerous.”
Thea nodded. “I’m sure. Mr. Hallisey told me about everything that’s going on, and I want to help.”
Leandros considered her a moment. “Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?”
“Oh,” Thea said, deflating. She eyed Leandros. “Are you sure you want to know? Some people don’t take it well.”
“I can handle it.”
“If you say so.” Thea looked Leandros carefully up and down. “You’ve got a lot of emotions all mixed up, and they’re playing an important part in driving you forward. It’s more emotion than I’ve ever seen from anyone, actually, let alone an alfar. Most of it is shades of anger.” When Leandros winced, Thea added, “Sorry.”
“What do you see when you look at him?” Leandros nodded at Roman. “Selfishness? Cowardice? Apathy?”
“Guilt, mostly. Everything’s weirdly dampered with him, so it’s hard to tell.” Thea sighed. “But I thought I was going to be a bodyguard, not a couples’ mediator.”
At Leandros’ shocked expression, she backtracked immediately. “Sorry! I’m terribly sorry. That was rude. Please don’t fire me.”
“I haven’t even officially hired you yet,” Leandros said, amused despite himself. “Do you think you’ll be able to pack your things and wrap up your affairs before the day’s out?”
Thea nodded. “I don’t have many affairs to wrap up.”
“I’ll need you to come with me to the Island to fill out some paperwork— Unity wants records of everyone going on this mission. As far as they’re concerned, you’re my assistant. Understand?” Leandros asked. When Thea nodded again, he continued, “Good. Would you wait for me downstairs? I’d like to speak with Roman alone.”
Thea waved a quick goodbye to Roman and hurried off. Leandros stared at Gareth until Gareth took the hint, starting in his seat and stammering some excuse about speaking to Isobel about supper. Once Roman and Leandros were alone, neither knew what to say.
Roman fidgeted, then broke the silence. “Hopefully, Thea’s assistance won’t even be necessary. I hear there’s word going around that anyone who harms you will have to face Egil.”
Leandros’ expression softened. “Thank you, Roman. I know how difficult it is for you to invoke that name.”
Roman shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. It was much shorter than Leandros had last seen it. “You’ll like Thea, I think. She’s a lot of fun.”
“That’s a nice thought, but I don’t have time for fun.”
Roman studied him, his expression turning serious. “You’ve changed.”
“If I have, it’s your fault.”
“Where did you go? Why didn’t you reach out?”
“I never meant for you to think—,”
“No? We all mourned you, you know. We thought you’d died— until new Egil stories started surfacing, anyway. And I couldn’t tell them that you left because I said—,” Leandros cut himself off mid-sentence.
“It was for your own good, believe it or not,” Roman said, quiet. “And not entirely intentional on my part.”
Leandros couldn’t help but laugh at that. Thea had been right about shades of anger, and this one sat closest to his heart. He would not be ruled by it. He took a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter anymore, I suppose. It’s in the past. Roman, have you been alone all this time?”
“What?” Roman asked, thrown by the sudden shift, his dark eyes going wide. He hid his surprise quickly behind his mask and smiled, coy. “Would you be jealous if I said no?”
“I’d be concerned if you said yes.”
“Why? Why even ask?”
“Because, despite everything, I care about you and I know how you are about wallowing in self-imposed solitude.”
“I do not— can’t you go back to yelling at me?”
“So you have been alone,” Leandros guessed, Roman’s expression confirming it. “You have to know how unhealthy that is.”
“I did just fine without you mothering me.”
Leandros huffed and moved to retrieve his clothes. “I don’t know why I bother with you.”
“I don’t know why you do, either. Wait a moment, Leandros,” Roman said, something about his tone making Leandros stop and look at him. Roman didn’t look like Roman, in that moment; he looked like Egil. There was a difference, albeit a subtle one: something about the set of his shoulders, the depth behind his eyes.
Roman would hate Leandros for saying it, but Leandros sometimes felt that Roman was the mask and Egil the person behind it.
“There are Enforcers on your team,” Roman said.
“I figured.” Leandros shrugged on his shirt. “I could probably point a few of them out. Do you know what they’re after? I fear it’s not rescuing my uncle.”
“No,” Roman agreed. “They’re after whatever it is you and Rhea saw that day.”
“It was magic,” Leandros said. Before Roman could speak, he continued, “Don’t you go doubting me, too. I know what I saw. Whatever it was, there’s no other way of explaining it.”
“I’d never doubt you,” Roman said. “And even if Unity does, they still believe you enough to chase whatever this thing is. That’s another reason it’ll be useful having Thea around— I don’t know what the Enforcers are going to do or how they’re going to do it. Ms. Fairfax can be our secret.”
“Our?” Leandros tasted the word on his tongue. “Roman, what are you even doing back in Gallontea? Why are you on this team? After all you did to get away from them, why are you back again? How can you take it?”
“I can’t,” Roman said. Egil disappeared again behind those dark eyes when Roman wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to hold himself together. “But I can’t keep watching Unity grab at power without doing anything. They’ll raze Orean to the ground if they get the chance; I can’t let them. I have to find that magic before they do.”
“So you joined Unity’s team just to betray it,” Leandros guessed.
“I’ll help you get Amos back first, if I can.”
Leandros shook his head. “No, leave my uncle to me. You’re right to be doing what you’re doing, and I’ll help you, if I can.”
Leandros turned to leave, hesitating in the doorway. “Say you get the magic. What then? You’ve betrayed them with this, betrayed Unity. You have this magic, this weapon— whatever it may be. What then?”
“I don’t know,” Roman answered. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“You never do,” Leandros said, adding. “You probably should.”
“Probably,” Roman admitted. “Leandros, I don’t suppose you’d…like to get dinner and catch up?”
Leandros laughed. “You think you can show up in my life and pick things up as if you’d never left? I don’t think so, Roman. I have no interest in catching up with you, or even in being friends. I’ll work with you because I have to, but expect no more from me. Goodnight.”
With that, Leandros left Roman, heading downstairs to find Thea without looking back.