If Ares had been here, she would certainly know.
“You have just come in from a shift in the fields,” Isis said, breaking the silence. “You must be tired, and hungry.”
He went on his guard. Her concern seemed a little too intimate. And she was standing too damned close, close enough that he could smell her fresh, citrusy scent and hear the beat of her heart.
“Where do you work, Isis?” he asked.
“In the administrative offices,” she said. “It is an easy job compared to the fields.”
“We all do what we’re best suited for,” he said.
“That is how it is supposed to be, is it not?” she asked, her lovely lips sliding into a faint frown. “The more difficult the work, the higher the reward.”
“You don’t agree?” he asked.
“‘Difficult’ is a subjective concept. Should one person be given more credit for being able to do what another person cannot?”
“There is no perfect system,” he said.
She cocked her head. “And I think you were no ordinary serf, Daniel,” she said, sliding her hand closer to his.
The comment was too personal, and definitely unwelcome. “I had a decent education in my Enclave before I was sent to the Citadel,” he said coolly.
“Or perhaps you were never a serf at all?”
He stared at her, suppressing his anger. This was the interrogation he’d expected if he’d been caught entering the city, but it wasn’t proceeding at all in the way he’d imagined.
But I was caught, he thought. This was no chance meeting.
“Oh, yes,” he said, very softly. “I was a serf, for many years.”
“In what Citadel?”
He was prepared for the question. “Vikos,” he said, naming a Nightsider Citadel in the area once known as northern Arizona.
“And you escaped?” she asked.
“Bloodlords don’t release their serfs.”
“Except here,” she said.
He pretended not to hear her. “Where did you come from, Isis?” he asked.
“I was never in bondage,” she said, looking down at her slender hands on the railing.
“Then why are you in an isolated Citadel instead of in a human Enclave?”
“Perhaps because I believe in what this city represents. There are many like me, or this place could not exist.” She met Daniel’s eyes. “Of all the refuges you might have sought when you escaped, you chose Tanis rather than a human compound or even another Enclave. Yet surely you have good reason to hate Opiri?”
“I don’t hate them,” he said. “My own fa—”
He broke off, appalled at what he had been about to say. It was she, this woman, who threw him so off balance with her allure and questions and keen observations. It was as if she’d known him before.
She came from outside, he thought. From some other Citadel, where she must have been a Bloodlady of distinction, an owner of many human serfs.
“The majority of humans here are former serfs, aren’t they?” he asked. “Do they hate all Opiri?”
“No. I must seem rather foolish.” She smiled again. “In which ward do you live?”
This wasn’t a question he’d expected. He knew too little about Tanis to answer.
“I need to get home,” he said suddenly. “It’s been pleasant talking to you, Isis. Maybe we’ll meet again.”
“I am certain of it,” she said. Behind her, men in olive-drab uniforms—both of them Darketans, children of Opir mothers and human fathers, human in appearance save for their sapphire eyes and sharp teeth—advanced on Daniel with shock sticks in hand.
“What’s going on?” he asked, backing away in seeming confusion.
“Please go with these men,” she said, her voice still as musical, her face every bit as flawlessly beautiful as before. He felt the push of her “influence,” that particular gift limited to the most ancient and powerful Bloodmasters and Bloodmistresses.
But he was fortunate enough to be virtually immune to the lady’s subtle power. “Why?” he asked, his gaze fixed on the guards.
“I know you are not a citizen of Tanis, Daniel,” she said. “We do not allow strangers to enter our city without first being questioned and screened.”
“You turn away refugees?” Daniel asked.
“Only those incompatible with our way of life,” she said.
“Do you enjoy spying on your own kind?” he asked, still playing along with her masquerade.
She blinked several times. “You were recognized as an outsider when you entered the gates,” she said. “My purpose was only to determine if you were a threat to us.”
“A threat?” he said, holding his arms out to his sides. “How?”
“Please, Daniel, go peacefully. You will not be harmed.”
“And if I refuse?” Daniel asked.
Moving almost more quickly than Daniel could detect, the two guards lunged at him. One of them caught his left arm. He swung around, defending himself without thought, and punched the guard in the face with his fist. The second guard grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind him.
Everything within him, all the instinctive desire to be free, urged him to keep fighting. Panic nearly overwhelmed him, but he pushed it down. He bore the pain silently and allowed the other guard to jerk his other arm behind him. Manacles locked around his wrists.
He gave Isis a long, cold look. “They were wrong about this place,” he said as the guards pulled him away. “And you’re wrong about me.”
“Come quietly,” the Darketan guard said. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”
“Wait,” Isis called after them as they turned for the archway. “I will accompany you.”
The two guards inclined their heads...deferring to Isis, Daniel thought, as if they were still in a traditional Citadel. Daniel knew that they, like him, were feeling that indefinable magnetism, whether she intended to use it on them or not.
Head down, Daniel slipped into his role as a downtrodden serf.
Letting all the resistance go out of his body, Daniel allowed the guards to escort him back down the left ramp. He was aware of Isis behind them, though her footsteps were almost inaudible to his sharp hearing. He still didn’t understand how an Opir of her obvious stature would be employed in meeting and questioning outsiders, unless her work could be considered evidence of real equality in Tanis.
But he was still a prisoner, and he couldn’t afford to remain one. Nor could he risk being ejected from the city without getting the answers he needed.
The ramp ended abruptly at ground level in the low town and led out onto a wide plaza open to the sky. Clearly designed to be as welcoming as possible, adorned with decorative murals, many benches and large planters filled with flowers, the plaza was deserted save for a few humans strolling along tiled water channels cut into the concrete. They smiled and bowed to Isis as she passed by, and some of the men stopped and stared as if they had never seen anything so beautiful. On every side stood recently built, multistory buildings; above, the stars were so numerous and bright that it felt more like twilight than full night. The partial dome at the other end of the city cast a deeper, almost sinister shadow.
They crossed the plaza toward a cluster of tall buildings. The guards headed for one of the larger structures and pushed Daniel through the door.
A large reception area was dominated by a desk attended by a human receptionist sorting through a stack of papers. She immediately rose to her feet and stood alert while another pair of uniformed Darketans materialized from a corridor behind the desk. Three pairs of eyes made note of Daniel and then focused on the woman behind him.
“Isis,” the receptionist said, her voice a little breathless, her smile very bright. “How may we serve you?”
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nbsp; “I will require a private room,” she said, sweeping past Daniel and the guards.
The receptionist’s gaze fell on Daniel. “Will you require more guards?” she asked with a worried frown.
“I need none,” Isis said, glancing at Daniel with a slim, raised brow. “I do not think our friend will cause any trouble.”
“Yes, Isis.” The receptionist nodded to one of the guards behind her, who strode back into the corridor. A few moments later he returned and nodded to Isis.
“If you will come with me,” he said.
With Isis striding ahead of them, Daniel’s guards led him past the desk and into the corridor. It was dim and plain, punctuated by a dozen identical doors. The escorting guard stopped at one of them, unlocked it and inclined his head to Isis.
“If you need assistance—” he began.
“I know what to do.”
The guard held the door open for her. The room was as featureless as the corridor, with gray walls, a single table and two chairs.
“Unbind him,” Isis said. Daniel’s guards exchanged glances and unlocked the manacles. Putting on a mask of confusion and fear, Daniel shivered and rubbed his wrists.
“There is nothing to be afraid of,” Isis said, catching his gaze. She believed his panic was real. She took his arm, and he felt the power of her nature, magnified a hundred times—warm, soothing, almost magical. As the door closed behind them, she led him to one of the chairs at the single table.
“Please, sit,” she said.
Daniel took one of the chairs and watched Isis as she sat at the opposite side of the table.
“Now,” she said, “it will be easier for everyone if you cooperate. Nobody will hurt you, but we must know why you are here.”
And that, Daniel thought, was precisely what he couldn’t tell her.
CHAPTER 2
Daniel pitched his voice a little high to suggest nervousness and clasped his hands under the table. “I told you,” he said. “I came here for refuge.”
She smiled almost sadly, her teeth perfect and white. Once again Daniel felt the impact of her fascination, the seductive call of predator to prey, the effortless ability to bring “lesser” creatures under her control. Once again he shook it off.
“You came secretly, without declaring yourself,” she said. “Why would you take such an approach?”
Avoiding her gaze, he stared at the tabletop. “I had to be sure,” he said.
“Sure of what?”
“That the stories about Tanis being a refuge were true.”
Isis spread her own delicate hands on the table. “I can assure you that they are.” She spoke with sympathy, and Daniel was aware that his body was responding to her naturally seductive body and the warm scent of her skin. His mind was clear enough, but his heart was beating too fast, and another part of his anatomy was very much at attention.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked, bringing his body back under restraint.
It was the wrong thing to say—certainly nothing a wary and frightened former serf would have asked. Maintaining the balance was tricky at best.
He wasn’t sure he could keep up the pretense.
She studied him, her dark eyes intent on his face. “I told you—we make certain that newcomers can live with our rules and will be comfortable beginning a new life here,” she said. “The same concerns apply for both humans and Opiri. But there are those who have come to observe our city in secret so that they can take reports back to their people.”
“You mean spies?” he asked in a much quieter voice, edged with alarm. “Why would anyone do that?”
“Some of them fear us, Daniel. We believe that the Enclaves and the Citadels throughout the west have learned what we have accomplished and may regard us as a threat to the separate worlds they have built, though those worlds are built upon hostility and a truce that might fail at any moment.”
Isis was right, Daniel thought. He remembered the mad Bloodlord in the northwest who had nearly started another war because he had stolen half-blood children and recruited rogue Freebloods—lordless Opiri—with the intent of attacking the Citadels and, eventually, the human Enclaves, as well. The Armistice had always balanced on the head of a pin, and a stiff wind could blow it off and plunge the world back into chaos.
“Do you think some Citadel or Enclave would attack you?” he asked.
“We do not know. But it is possible they may send agents to observe us, so you see that we must screen everyone who seeks sanctuary in Tanis. There can be no exceptions.”
So they must have screened Ares, Daniel thought. “What do you want from me?” he asked with feigned anxiety.
Her expression turned grave. “At the causeway,” she said, “you said you escaped from Vikos.”
“Yes,” he said, after a calculated hesitation.
“That is at least a five-hundred-mile journey,” Isis said, “much of it through mountainous territory. You came so far alone?”
“Yes,” Daniel said, looking past her at the drab wall.
“And your supplies?”
“I left them behind when I came into the city.”
“Your clothes are not too worn. Did you steal them?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
“You must have had help along the way.”
“There are...humans hiding everywhere,” he said. “Trying to survive and keep away from Opir hunters.”
“And none would come with you?”
Daniel shook his head. “They were afraid this was a trap.”
“But you were not?”
“In Vikos,” Daniel said, “there were rumors that humans here were more than—”
He broke off, but Isis completed the sentence for him. “Chattel?” she said, her lush mouth setting in a thin line.
“Yes.”
“And you chose to risk coming here, based only upon a rumor?”
Daniel swallowed, as if debating whether or not to continue. “It was a risk I was willing to take.” His jaw tightened. “But I will never let anyone take me prisoner again.”
“I understand,” Isis murmured.
Daniel imagined that he heard pity in her voice. He had never needed or accepted pity from any human or Nightsider, and he wanted none of hers.
“Do you think I am a spy?” he asked. “Who would I spy for? The Enclave that cast me out as a criminal and sent me into slavery? Vikos, where I was treated no better than an animal?”
“It seems unlikely,” she said soothingly.
“Very unlikely.” He laughed with half-feigned bitterness. “What do I have to do to prove myself?”
“We will keep you in a quiet room for a time, and others will speak to you. Once we are certain you are no threat, you will have the opportunity to—”
Daniel jumped out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. “You’ll lock me up?”
“You will be comfortable. Nobody will—”
“No manacles,” he said, working his fists. It was barely an act.
She rose slowly. “We have no intention of binding you. That is not done here, except when it is absolutely necessary.” She moved toward him, her white-and-gold robes swirling around her feet. Before he could back away, she touched his hand, her fingers—warm and soft and gentle—stroking his arm. Her influence washed over and through him.
“You must understand that not all Opiri are like the ones you knew in Vikos,” she said. “I will prove it to you.” She released his hand. “Can you trust me?”
Daniel knew how easily she could make most humans accept anything she said, do anything she bid without the need for compulsion.
He let her believe she was succeeding.
“I trust you,” he said slowly.
“I am Opir,” she sai
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He put the length of the room between them, keeping his gaze unfocused and his voice on the edge of panic. “You have...dark hair,” he stammered. “Your eyes...”
“Nevertheless,” she said, “I am what you humans call a Nightsider, and I would never do you harm.”
Don’t overplay it, Daniel told himself. “You tricked me,” he said, pressing himself against the wall.
“It is easier for new humans if one of their own kind introduces him or her to our world, but it is the work I have chosen, and my appearance makes it possible.” She removed the caps from her teeth. “You did not guess, Daniel?”
He dropped his eyes. “No, my lady.”
“I am only Isis here.” She searched his face. “You never suspected? You were not playing a game to deceive me?”
“How could I?” he whispered.
“Because I think you know that most Opiri never consider the possibility of being deceived by a human.” She paused, as if carefully choosing her words. “Even if you had attacked me when I found you, there would be no punishment. We understand a former serf’s justifiable fear and anger.”
“We? Did you feel the same when you owned serfs?”
“I never kept any human in bondage, nor did I take part in the War.”
“But you hunted humans for blood.”
“I never killed,” she said. “But I saw much suffering. Six years ago I was among those who discovered this Citadel after it had fallen into chaos and savagery. I began to realize what life on our world could be.”
“And you changed it?”
“I can take little responsibility for what Tanis has become. All our citizens have shared in the work. We established new laws, expelled the worst of the Bloodlords and freed the serfs, giving them the choice of whether to remain under a new regime based on equality, or go their own way in freedom.”
“How many stayed?”
“Most chose to take a chance with us.”
“And the Opiri? Did they agree to abide by your new laws and give up their Households?”
“Those who did not were quickly removed from the city.”
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