Lupi 04 - Night Season
do not develop shipbuilding capabilities. Due to our relative dearth of magic, weâve had no need for shields and havenât hung on to that knowledge. Their realm, apparently, does have a need.â
âThat makes sense,â said one of the men Cullen didnât know. He looked at Cullen. âI understand you know something about gates, Mr. Seabourne.â
Cullen twitched one shoulder in an impatient shrug. âSomething. Theoretical knowledge, of course,â he added in his first lie of the day. Three months ago heâd assisted in making a hellgate, but since that was even more illegal than being a sorcerer, he wasnât planning to add it to his résumé.
âThese, ah, people arrived at a node. Is that typical?â
âFor a gate? Itâs necessary. Nodes are the points of greatest physical and temporal congruence. Also, you need the power. Like Lily said, gates gobble power.â
âSo you believe the councilor created a gate to come here.â
âAhâ¦no. Is he claiming he did it alone? Gate building is a team effort. Even the dragons have to work together to do it.â
âDragons? Do you mean theyâ¦what are you doing ?â
Cullen had yanked the headphones off the tech guyâs head and was holding them close to his ear.
On one screen, the inky tracery on Cynnaâs face stood out in sharp relief against her sudden pallor. He saw her throat work as she swallowed. From the headphones came the thread of her voice saying, âNo way.â
The tech tried to grab his headphones back. Two of the men started toward Cullen. He looked at Lily. âThat bastard just told Cynna heâs got her father.â
FIVE
âY OU is not believing of me,â the little gnome said. âSo the Daniel is sayingâ¦is said? English verbs difficult.â
Daniel. Her fatherâs name had been Daniel. Daniel Weaver.
Cynnaâs mouth was dry. Spiking feelings jabbed at herâdisbelief, anger, a nameless feeling all shaky and fierceâ¦the shaky part seemed to be winning. âMaybe Iâll just sit down for a minute.â But she didnât move.
âIs hard talking of the father?â The gnomeâs voice was gluey with sympathy.
âI donât have aâ¦I mean, heâs gone. Long gone.â Sheâd been two days shy of her third birthday when he walked out on them. She had a couple photos of him. She had a half load of his genes. That was about it.
âGone from here, yes. Gone to Edge. The Daniel is being one of the Theiloâ¦fall-through-cracks people. Fall into our realm.â
âHe didnâtâ¦youâre saying that he didnât go there on purpose.â
âThis realm is being closed then. No one of Earth is coming to Edge on purpose. He fall in. Accident.â The short green robe the councilor wore wrapped around his skinny body was held at the waist with a wide leather belt. It was a fancy thing, that belt, with gems and scroll-work and several little pockets sewn on, their flaps tied down. He unfastened one of the pockets, reached inside, and frowned, muttering in that other language.
He had to be lying. Didnât he?
The gnome undid another pocket and dug inside it.
He knew her fatherâs name. He knew Englishâ¦more or less. He knew Cynna was a Finder. How could he know any of that? Gan could have told them some things, but Gan didnât know about the sperm donor.
Thatâs how Cynna thought of Daniel Weaverâas the sperm donor. He sure as hell hadnât been anything else to her.
Actually, Cynna didnât see how Gan could have told them anything at all. Communication between realms wasnât possible. No, it wasnât supposed to be possible, but what did that mean anymore? Gan had said the gnomish elders talked across the realms. Gan had expected the others to show up. And they hadâalmost on top of her and Lily. Surely that wasnât coincidence.
But⦠her father .
âThe Daniel is said you not believing the words, so I giving you a thing from him.â The gnome was holding something out in his soft little hand. A ring. A manâs gold wedding ring. âYou Finder. Check. See if I is speaking of true.â
She stared at that ring as if it might leap up and bite her.
The roomâs only door opened. Lily, Cullen, Ruben, Timms, and a guy in a suit came in, and a whole bunch of stuff happened all at once.
Cullen swung toward
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