Untuchable iad-8

by Kresley Cole

  Sebastian said, “The ghost thing again,” just as Murdoch muttered, “Con’s thoroughly lost it.”

  Conrad snapped his fangs at them, his red eyes glowing. “This happened!”

  “I don’t know what outcome I’m hoping for,” Sebastian began. “Either Conrad’s irretrievably mad, or his Bride is a spirit from beyond whose corpse is lost. This seems like a lose-lose.”

  “He always did things differently,” Murdoch said absently, scarcely believing the fact that Conrad had gotten loose—and been blooded—and that Murdoch and his other brothers were freed. All was right with Kristoff.

  I can possibly win Daniela. And keep her. But first he had to find her. Murdoch dared a slap on Conrad’s back, saying, “I would like to stay, but I have an emergency that’s weeks overdue. Good luck, Con.” With that, he traced from the castle.

  He could think of only one person who’d know how to reach Daniela.

  In the past, he’d gone by Val Hall to see where she had lived for the last seventy years—it was a haunting place protected by flying, spectral wraiths.

  Now Murdoch returned there, ready to do battle with them in order to see Nïx the Ever-Knowing. The soothsayer had been helping everyone else.

  Why not me?

  CHAPTER 38

  “Because you bit her,” Nïx told him before he’d spoken a word.

  While he’d been wasting precious time determining how to evade the cloud of wraiths and storm Val Hall, they’d suddenly parted for Nïx as she’d casually strolled from the manor.

  “That’s why I won’t tell you where it is,” she continued. She was chewing gum and wore a pink T-shirt that read: Jedi Kitty.

  Taken aback, he said, “Nïx, I’m Murdoch Wroth. You’ve been working with my brother Nikolai, and I need—”

  “I know who you are. And what you’ve done to poor Daniela. You’ve driven her straight into the arms of that hot-on-a-stick Jádian.”

  No, Daniela wasn’t lost yet. She couldn’t be. “Tell me how to get to her.”

  “Why should I?” the soothsayer asked in a mulish tone. “I like her with Jádian. He doesn’t, oh, burn her cold skin as he drains her blood.”

  Murdoch flushed.

  “Maybe you should do the selfless thing and let her go,” Nïx said. “What if she can be happier there?”

  “Maybe I should give her all the information she doesn’t have yet, information she’ll need to make this decision.”

  “What doesn’t she know?”

  “That I’m in love with her, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with her.” His father’s words arose in his mind: Son, you’ve never cared about anything enough to fight for it—or to fear losing it. Though this might have been true then, now Murdoch was making up for three centuries of not caring.

  “I never told her these things.” Murdoch closed in on Nïx. “Valkyrie, I won’t rest until I get the chance to.”

  She cast him an appraising glance, squinting as if he were a book she was trying to read in dim light.

  He ran his palm over his face. “Look, I know you helped the Lykae Bowen several times. You’ve even assisted Nikolai. But you won’t help me? Why, damn it?”

  She blinked up at him. “Because I play favorites?”

  He scowled. “Tell me anything. Anything at all.”

  “Anything? Okay—a lot of people have some serious money on the fact that you’re a cad.”

  “No longer,” he bit out. “Can’t you see the future and know that I’m going to be good to her?”

  She narrowed her eyes. After long moments, she said, “Huh. You remain eternally faithful to her. I did not see that one coming.”

  Irritation flared. Like he needed her to tell him that.

  She shrugged. “I still won’t help you find her. Even if I was moved to deus ex your machina, I refuse to portend for every Tom, Murdoch, and Harry. It cheapens the experience, and before long I’ll have a reputation as a sooth-whore.” She fogged her claws, then buffed them on her T-shirt. “Besides, you already know how to reach Daniela.”

  “How? Tell me!” From the memories?

  The moment began to feel surreal, as if all of his life had been leading up to this. The world seemed to spin. He pictured Daniela carving tirelessly; he strained his memory to see precisely what she’d wrought—

  “Fine, I will divulge one thing… ” Nïx said. “Danii’s going to make Jádian her king. If she hasn’t already.”

  Ah, Christ, no.

  With that prediction, Nïx traipsed back past the wraiths—handing them a lock of hair? — leaving him with a knot of dread in his chest. What if Daniela had married Jádian?

  Murdoch’s fangs sharpened. Then she’ll become a widow.

  He traced back to Siberia to gear up at the lodge, dragging a backpack from a closet. When he turned around, Nikolai and Myst appeared in the room.

  “So this is where you’ve been hiding out,” Nikolai said. Then he frowned. “The last place I would’ve looked for you. Literally, the last of your properties we’ve tried over the months. Siberia, Murdoch? There’s only one way it could make sense to live here.”

  Murdoch punched clothes and cold-weather gear into the pack. “I don’t have time for this.”

  “Make time,” Myst said. “We know you’re with Danii.”

  “I’m not with her. That’s the goddamned problem.”

  Whatever Myst saw in his expression made hers soften. “What are you planning?” she asked more gently. “To go to Icergard?”

  “Yes.”

  “To bring her back?”

  He said nothing, just continued to pack.

  Her eyes went wide. “To live there? You won’t survive it. The Icere lands make Siberia feel balmy.”

  Nikolai added, “It’s dark now, but what will you do in the summer? At that latitude, it will be light twenty-four hours a day.”

  “I’ll stay inside. In a coffin, if I have to.”

  “And Kristoff?” Nikolai asked. “You swore your fealty. And now that we’re finally working on an alliance with the Valkyrie, you plan to desert the army? He’ll be forced to kill you for that, especially on the heels of our last transgression.”

  “I know this! God, I know.”

  “You won’t be able to see your family any longer.” Nikolai moved in front of him. “Speaking of which, I know you’re too preoccupied to ask, but Conrad is fine. I just left him. He was telling the truth about his Bride, Néomi. She’s a comely little dancer who—if you can imagine this—adores him and calms him.”

  Murdoch slowed. “I am glad for that.”

  “How are you even going to get to this Icergard?” Nikolai said. “It’s late fall in the Arctic. The temps could already be forty below. Damn it, Murdoch, think about that. If you spit, it will freeze before it hits the ground.”

  “No planes can fly there,” Myst said. “Not even Lore planes.”

  He fastened up his pack. “I’ll get as far north as I can, then trace the rest of the way.”

  “You can only trace as far as you can see,” Nikolai said. “You better hope the visibility is good.”

  “We’ll call Kaderin,” Myst offered. “She’ll be able to help with the logistics. She knows how to get to places better than anyone.”

  Murdoch shook his head. “I don’t have time. And I think I know a way.”

  Daniela had been missing one cryomancy symbol, the one Murdoch had shattered. He would use her memories to recreate it.

  Because he’d dreamed her meeting with Jádian and had heard their conversation, Murdoch was aware that her last symbol wasn’t correct. He knew if he copied Daniela’s work, the portal would open two hundred miles south of Icergard.

  He also knew that Jádian doubted even Daniela could survive that cold wasteland—the White Death.

  Murdoch shook his head hard, resolve like steel inside him. So he would have to trace a couple hundred miles north—quickly.

  How bad can it be?

  Murdoch had
never comprehended what cold was.

  An arctic blizzard raged around him, howling so loudly it pained his ears.

  The visibility was maybe two feet, which meant he could trace no farther than that at a time. His muscles were weakening, flagging more with each brutal minute. He’d been forced to ditch his gear miles back.

  Hour after hour dragged by… I’ve gotten turned around somehow. His compass didn’t work. There was no way to see the stars in this never-ending storm. So confused.

  If he stopped, he would freeze here. But it wouldn’t kill him. He’d live on, frozen and trapped, until someone dragged him to a warm place to thaw.

  Yet even that horrific fate wasn’t enough to keep him moving.

  No, it wasn’t until he thought about never seeing Daniela again that he gritted his teeth and pushed on. Envisioning her elven face kept him going—

  Were there lights ahead in the distance? Imagining it? Struggling to make out the hazy sight, he pulled aside his face guard, taking off a frozen layer of skin with it. He staggered, feeling like acid had just doused his face.

  Ignore the pain. How far was it to those lights? He teleported forward, but got no closer, forced back by some kind of invisible barrier. He tried once more. Nothing. He fought to get there, grappling to reach the lights, to reach her.

  Toiling… over and over.

  Ultimately, his strength ebbed to nothing, and he collapsed to his knees in the snow. A vicious gust roared over him, laying him out.

  With his last ounce of will, he stretched a hand forward.

  “Daniela…”

  CHAPTER 39

  Danii sat on her throne, thinking about witches—and abdication.

  I could meet with Mariketa the Awaited, bring her a bucketful of softball-size diamonds, and ask her to put me on her list.

  Even if Murdoch wasn’t keen on waiting fifty years, reserving a spot couldn’t hurt.

  And Danii could return to Val Hall, now that she could live in New Orleans safe from assassins. She’d add some serious tonnage to her A/C and really get some cold cranking.

  Maybe she could be happy there. It would be even harder staying in Louisiana so fresh from the cold. But fall had arrived there, at least.

  Was she an idiot even to contemplate relinquishing her throne— and her new life, tucked away amid the freezing security of Icergard? Could she truly leave behind an ice world where she lived among her own kind, to seek a vampire she could never touch?

  Over and over, Danii recalled the look in his eyes when he’d yelled for her to come back that night.

  Yes. She would try once more to convince him that they could—

  “My queen,” one of her ladies-in-waiting said as she hastened into the throne room. “Come quickly. There’s a stranger in Icergard. He crossed the White Death… ”

  When Murdoch woke, he lay in a bed in a bizarre room of ice. Though it was lighter and quieter here out of the wind, the temperature wasn’t warmer.

  He was wearing new pants and a coat of sorts that kept him from freezing. Someone had cleaned him and bandaged his frostbitten hands. He must be within Icergard. Which meant she was near. Have to get to her. He labored to rise—

  Jádian strode into the room. “So, it is you. Why have you come to our realm?” His expression betrayed no surprise, no emotion whatsoever.

  This is the bastard who knows what it’s like to kiss Daniela.

  And I can’t kill him. Yet.

  Murdoch managed a sitting position. “I seek Daniela.” His words were hoarse, his body still exhausted.

  Jádian crossed his arms over his chest. “Why would I ever let one such as you near her?”

  “I just need to speak to her. And then, if she still doesn’t want to see me, I’ll never bother her again.” What a lie—

  Daniela entered. And Murdoch sucked in a breath.

  She was more stunning than he’d ever seen her, her body bedecked in diamonds. Her hair was wild beneath a band of ice and jewels—the crown from Daniela’s memories, her mother’s.

  To see her again. These mere days had felt like eternity.

  She looked dazed to find him here. Surely she had to know he’d come for her.

  He couldn’t read her expression. Was she not pleased at all to see him? Then his heart sank as comprehension took hold. I’m too late.

  Oh, gods, Murdoch was here. He was wild-eyed, with his lips and hands frostbitten and his face abraded.

  He’d crossed the White Death? To come for me.

  Jádian was eerily calm. “I say we throw him back out and let the cold take him.”

  Pointedly ignoring that, she said, “Murdoch, how did you get here?”

  “I followed your memories. But the portal was… off.”

  “My memories,” she repeated softly. He had taken them from her blood. “Why have you come?”

  “Can I talk to you? Alone. Please, Daniela, just a few minutes of your time.”

  “My queen, this is ridiculous,” Jádian said. “Remember what he did to you last time?”

  Murdoch cast him a killing look, then turned back to her. “I have an idea—there’s a way we might be together.”

  “What? How?”

  “When I drank from you before—”

  “Why bring that up to me?” Her hand flittered to her neck at the reminder.

  “Because now I know why it was so irresistible to me.”

  Jádian said, “Because you’re a parasite.”

  “Jádian!”

  “He plans to bite you again.”

  “Of course he doesn’t. Murdoch, tell him.”

  “Daniela, speak with me alone.” Somehow he managed to make it to his feet. “I swear I won’t do anything to you that you don’t agree to.”

  His words piqued her curiosity. He hadn’t promised not to hurt her, not to bite her, yet she felt no threat from him. “Very well,” she said, turning to Jádian with raised brows. After a hesitation, he turned for the door, stonily silent.

  As soon as they were alone, Murdoch demanded, “Are you marrying him?”

  “What? No!”

  “Nïx told me you were.”

  “She must be confused then, or you misheard her. Now, tell me. What were you talking about?”

  “Daniela, before I took your neck, I’d dreamed of doing it. More and more as we grew apart. Every night. Now I believe it’s the way for us to be together.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “With your blood in my veins, everything felt warm to me. My brothers were chilled, but I couldn’t stand to be near the fire. Your blood made me cold.”

  “That can’t be right. I can’t turn you into an Iceren.”

  “No, but I can pick up characteristics of your kind,” Murdoch said.

  “Do you have the skin markings, then? Are you unaffected by the sun?”

  He shook his head. “There was a blue tinge under my eyes, but not the body markings. When I tested my skin in the sun, I still burned, even when I was immune to the cold.”

  “Immune? Then why are you freezing right now? How did you get frostbitten?”

  He ran his bandaged hand over the back of his neck. “The effect only lasted a couple of days.”

  “So for this to work, I’d have to repeat that pain?”

  “One last time. After that, as long as I drank every day or two, I’d never hurt you again. We could be together.” His voice went lower, and his eyes flickered black. “In all ways.”

  Her mind was whirring. Yet then she recalled what had happened after the last bite. “But I–I went unconscious.”

  Looking shamefaced, he said, “I took too much. I wouldn’t this time. I know I don’t deserve your trust, but I’m asking for it anyway.”

  “Why should I do this?”

  “Because I’m in love with you,” he said—without a hint of hesitation.

  Her lips parted and the world seemed to shift under her feet. After what he’d done to reach her, she had to believe he did. But to hear
him say the words, with his eyes so intense and dark…

  Maybe the vampire did always come through in the end.

  “And I think you love me, too.” Hope tinged his words.

  She turned away, breaking his searching gaze. “Maybe that doesn’t matter,” she said over her shoulder. “Maybe we’re only fated to make each other miserable. You forget we’d fought before all this happened. You’d given up on us.”

  “No, just before I returned that night, I realized that fifty years was nothing if we could be together. I’d come back to tell you that. But then I saw you kissing Jádian…”

  She faced him once more. “I’m sorry for that.”

  “It doesn’t matter now,” he said, but she could tell that she’d hurt him. “When I was in jail—”

  “Jail?”

  “That’s why I wasn’t here sooner—Kristoff imprisoned us at Mount Oblak for harboring Conrad. It’s all worked out now, but we spent weeks inside. And while I was there, I determined that I would do anything to be with you. Desert my order. Live here in the cold in twenty-four hours of daylight.”

  “Murdoch, that’s not the point. You’re talking about biting me again, about more pain. And not just mine. I’m colder than I’ve ever been. It would hurt you too,” she said, then added, “If this did work, you might be vulnerable to thermal shock, like me.”

  “I don’t give a damn about that!” He crossed to her until they were toe to toe. “Please, Danii, I know I’m asking for a lot more than I deserve, but if you can endure this one last time… Just give me your trust.”

  Hadn’t she said she’d give anything to know his taste? To touch her lips to his?

  Before, even amidst the agony of his bite, she’d felt a connection to him.

  I will trust him. Fantasy finally made reality. And reality sometimes took sacrifice.

  Daniela bowed her head, then gazed up at him from under her lashes. And again, he was undone.

  “I do trust you.” She pulled her hair to the side, baring the pale column of her neck to him, inviting him.

  “You won’t regret this.” But even as his fangs sharpened for her flesh, he hesitated. “I dread hurting you. When I think about how I took you last time…”