been involved in the attack, however indirectly. “No. You’re thinking of the clan wars of the 1600s.” Cynna was learning clan history from the Rhej, he knew. “This isn’t the same situation. Ah—put roughly, back then, several of the dominant clans were too even in power, which encouraged excesses. The only clan that is equal in power to Nokolai today is Leidolf.” Several others were strong enough to be a problem if they acted together, but he decided not to go into that possibility.
“Obviously it wasn’t anything Leidolf did officially, because you’re their Rho. But is there any chance someone from that clan acted . . . you know, unsanctioned?”
“If they did . . .” One of the mantles in Rule’s gut stirred, and a chill place opened inside him. His voice dropped. “If someone took that upon himself, Leidolf will deliver a full apology to Nokolai.”
“You’re worrying the Parwanis.”
“The what?”
“Them.” She waved at the other end of the room. The Pakistani family—matriarch, youngish couple, and toddler—were staring at him. The toddler giggled. The others, as Cynna said, did look anxious. “I’m not hungry,” he growled, annoyed. “Do I look hungry?”
“You look pissed. You look like you meant you’d deliver a body, not an apology.”
That was precisely what he meant, but in an effort to do better with the reassuring, he didn’t say so. “In some ways it would be convenient if the attacker were an unsanctioned Leidolf assassin, but I can’t imagine one penetrating Clanhome at such a time. Even if he got past Benedict’s guards and no one recognized his face in that crowd, he would still smell of Leidolf.”
She frowned. “Lily said something about it maybe being an Asian guy. I don’t . . . What is it?”
He’d turned away from her to face the door. Footsteps in the hall . . . soft-soled footsteps like dozens of others that had passed, almost inaudible even to him with so many other noises masking them. He didn’t know why these particular footsteps had brought him to alert, but—
A tall woman in green scrubs paused in the doorway. Smiling.
“He’s good,” Cynna said, bouncing on her toes. She took two quick steps toward Nettie, stopped, and grinned back at Rule. “Didn’t I tell you? I told you he’d be okay. My gut knew it.”
“You did.” He came to her and put an arm around her, right where her waist used to be. “You’re crying.”
She dashed a hand across her face, her grin shining through the dampness. “Of course I’m crying. It makes sense to cry now . Can I go see him? Lily said I need to watch out for him. The perp could try again. I need to . . .”
She wobbled suddenly. Rule tightened his arm. “You need to sit.”
“Weird. I’m not going to . . . I don’t faint.”
“Of course not, but you will sit down now.” Rule half carried her to the nearest chair—which was a couple seats from a young teen, who’d been texting the whole time she’d been here. The girl looked up, amazed. Perhaps she’d just now noticed there were others in the room. He lowered Cynna carefully and knelt in front of her. “Head down.”
“I don’t faint,” she repeated, but didn’t resist when he gently pushed her head as far toward her knees as it would go with her expanded tummy in the way.
Nettie sat in the chair beside Cynna and rubbed her bent back.
“I’m fine,” Cynna informed her feet.
“Of course you are,” Nettie agreed, “but keep your head down a moment or two. It will make the rest of us feel better.”
The barest intake of breath alerted Rule. Lily stood in the doorway with Jason directly behind her. She stared at Cynna, stricken.
TEN
“CULLEN’S okay,” Rule said quickly, rising and going to her. “Cynna turned dizzy from relief, that’s all.”
“Okay.” She nodded firmly. “That’s okay, then.”
He asked very low, “Did you find him?”
She shook her head.
“I didn’t expect you to leave the scene this
“Obviously it wasn’t anything Leidolf did officially, because you’re their Rho. But is there any chance someone from that clan acted . . . you know, unsanctioned?”
“If they did . . .” One of the mantles in Rule’s gut stirred, and a chill place opened inside him. His voice dropped. “If someone took that upon himself, Leidolf will deliver a full apology to Nokolai.”
“You’re worrying the Parwanis.”
“The what?”
“Them.” She waved at the other end of the room. The Pakistani family—matriarch, youngish couple, and toddler—were staring at him. The toddler giggled. The others, as Cynna said, did look anxious. “I’m not hungry,” he growled, annoyed. “Do I look hungry?”
“You look pissed. You look like you meant you’d deliver a body, not an apology.”
That was precisely what he meant, but in an effort to do better with the reassuring, he didn’t say so. “In some ways it would be convenient if the attacker were an unsanctioned Leidolf assassin, but I can’t imagine one penetrating Clanhome at such a time. Even if he got past Benedict’s guards and no one recognized his face in that crowd, he would still smell of Leidolf.”
She frowned. “Lily said something about it maybe being an Asian guy. I don’t . . . What is it?”
He’d turned away from her to face the door. Footsteps in the hall . . . soft-soled footsteps like dozens of others that had passed, almost inaudible even to him with so many other noises masking them. He didn’t know why these particular footsteps had brought him to alert, but—
A tall woman in green scrubs paused in the doorway. Smiling.
“He’s good,” Cynna said, bouncing on her toes. She took two quick steps toward Nettie, stopped, and grinned back at Rule. “Didn’t I tell you? I told you he’d be okay. My gut knew it.”
“You did.” He came to her and put an arm around her, right where her waist used to be. “You’re crying.”
She dashed a hand across her face, her grin shining through the dampness. “Of course I’m crying. It makes sense to cry now . Can I go see him? Lily said I need to watch out for him. The perp could try again. I need to . . .”
She wobbled suddenly. Rule tightened his arm. “You need to sit.”
“Weird. I’m not going to . . . I don’t faint.”
“Of course not, but you will sit down now.” Rule half carried her to the nearest chair—which was a couple seats from a young teen, who’d been texting the whole time she’d been here. The girl looked up, amazed. Perhaps she’d just now noticed there were others in the room. He lowered Cynna carefully and knelt in front of her. “Head down.”
“I don’t faint,” she repeated, but didn’t resist when he gently pushed her head as far toward her knees as it would go with her expanded tummy in the way.
Nettie sat in the chair beside Cynna and rubbed her bent back.
“I’m fine,” Cynna informed her feet.
“Of course you are,” Nettie agreed, “but keep your head down a moment or two. It will make the rest of us feel better.”
The barest intake of breath alerted Rule. Lily stood in the doorway with Jason directly behind her. She stared at Cynna, stricken.
TEN
“CULLEN’S okay,” Rule said quickly, rising and going to her. “Cynna turned dizzy from relief, that’s all.”
“Okay.” She nodded firmly. “That’s okay, then.”
He asked very low, “Did you find him?”
She shook her head.
“I didn’t expect you to leave the scene this
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