thought you would be interested. St. Petersburg, where Alyec is from.â She passed Chloe pictures of an exotic city, with spires too long and thin to be mistaken for those of American churches. Onion domes dotted the skyline. Everything seemed to be covered in gold like a fairy-tale kingdom.
âWhatâs this?â Chloe pointed to one of the other photographs, of a building with a wall of large white stone blocks. A woman was walking along it, a woman with long black hair. âIt looks familiar. I saw it in adream.â She suddenly felt the crowded market street again, the shady, quiet alley with the horrible smell.
Kim looked at her strangely but turned the photograph over. âIt is one of the old sulfur bath complexes in Sokhumi. This part of Abkhazia was a famous retreat with spasâthe natural hot springs and mineral water there were supposed to have curative powers.â
S
ulfur ⦠This is a little too weird.
âDoes sulfur smell like rotten eggs?â she asked, afraid of the answer.
âAlmost identically.â Kim put the photograph down and looked Chloe in the eye. Her black velvety ears lay almost flat against her head, turned backward. Chloe couldnât tell if she was upset or listening for footsteps in the hall. âYou dreamt that, too?â
âYeah. It was humid, and there were people, and ⦠it was kind of confusing. Modern and ancient at the same time. And it
stank
. But I remember that wall.â
âSokhumi is the city where our pride eventually settled after we left the Middle East for good. Only one of the Mai from that diaspora came
back
to Abkhaziaâour previous pride leader. Her dream was to gather all of the scattered Mai in Eastern Europe and unite them somewhere, like the United States.â She carefully put the photograph away and closed the folder. âBut she was killed in a skirmish between the Abkhazians and the Georgians.â
âThere were other exiles, from all over, who rested and waited for herâ
Chloe murmured.
âWhat did you say?â Kim demanded, fixing her like a mouse with her eyes.
âIn my dream I
was
the pride leader.â
âThatâs ⦠interesting,â Kim said slowly.
âDo you think I could be related to her?â
Do you think she could be my mother?
Kim opened the notebook again and looked at the picture of the bathhouse in Sokhumi again. âItâs possibleâ¦. But she had only one daughter that we know of, and she is deadâ¦.â She sounded reticent, and somehow Chloe didnât think it had anything to do with the disappointment about the two of them not being related. There was something elseâ¦.
Maybe she was jealous of Chloe possibly being the daughter of the old pride leader. Maybe it meant something, like inheritance in an aristocracy. Maybe she would take over when Sergeiâs term was over. She wondered if that entailed anything besides running a real estate empire and tracking down lost and orphaned Mai.
What was it the two guards had said when they were rescuing her?
Whereâs our glorious Pride Leader?
This
wouldnât even have cost him a life. Assuming he has more than one
.
âKimâbefore I went unconscious, one of the people who rescued me said something about the pride leader not risking losing âone of his lives.â What did she mean by that?â
âTraditionally, in the past, the leader of the Pride isalso a true military leader, first into a battle or on the hunt, last to retreatââ One of her ears flicked. A moment later Chloe heard the noise, too: footsteps echoing loudly down the corridor. It sounded like Olga; she was probably coming to check up on Chloe.
Kim leaned close in, too close for a normal human. Kind of like Amyâs cat, when he would push his nose and foul-smelling kitty mouth into Chloeâs, smelling delicately around her face before withdrawing. âListen to me, Chloe.
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