She strode in warily, her nerves sizzling with belayed violence, eyes squinting to adjust to the bright lamplight of the interior.
A wreckage of literature greeted her. Jumbles of books in drifts, shelves knocked aside and asunder, loose pages tangled, torn, and bunched in the mess.
To her left, Fern and Gallina hung suspended above the floor, bound in cocoons of bone, as though entrapped by some skeletal spider. Skulls with eyes of blue flame and ragged scraps of armor studded their prison, the cages surely woven from several of Varine’s wights.
Tears streaked the fine fur of Fern’s cheeks. “Viv,” she mouthed helplessly, breathlessly. Beside her, Gallina struggled against the bones that constrained her, her face white with fury.
Alive. Both of them.
A chunk of ice in Viv’s chest melted all at once, and her guts went watery with the runoff.
Then her gaze fell upon the other occupant of the room, sitting at her ease in one of the padded chairs. The sheer force of her presence rendered it a throne.
Viv recognized her at once. After all, she’d seen her quite clearly in her dreams.
Varine was beautiful, a sculpture of ivory elegance and icy amusement. Her eyes were just as black as Viv remembered, her hair somehow even blacker, cascading in lightless waves across her shoulders. A furred robe the color of glacial snow radiated a palpable cold. Her bloodless blue lips widened, framing a sliver of perfect teeth.
One of Gallina’s daggers was embedded up to the hilt over her right breast, bloodless and disregarded.
“Such a pleasure to meet you at last. The dream so rarely measures up to reality, but my, you are impressive.” Her narrowbrows rose as she flicked a gaze to the grimoire under Viv’s arm. “And so deliciously cooperative.”
“What took you so long?” said Viv defiantly, hitching the book up. “I’ve been emptying this thing for weeks.”
The necromancer rose, tucking her robe tighter around her body, as though warding off a chill. “Oh my, Viv. The bluff is cute. We both know the only thing of mine you’ve been brave enough to take is strapped to your back. Although youdidconfound my pursuit with the wards. I’m surprised at that.” Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the satchel. “Or perhaps not. My beloved assistant may have something else to answer for.”
“What’s to stop me cutting you down right now?” asked Viv, although Gallina’s inconsequential dagger provided a very compelling answer.
Varine’s flat and unamused gaze said the necromancer knew Viv’s thoughts as well as she did. The bony cages in the corner tightened with a creak, and Gallina gasped, hollering, “Youbitch!”
“I’ll thank you to hold your tongues,” snapped Varine, and her face traversed the distance between beauty and ugliness in an instant. “It’s no fault of mine that you’ve taken what belongs tome, and it’s my infinite patience that guarantees your continued breath.”
Her brow smoothed, and she returned her attention to Viv. “You knew the answer to that before you asked. I understand you a little already, Viv. I will say that I’ve enjoyed perusing your dreams, as amusingly contradictory as they are.”
Viv startled at that, and Varine laughed, a surprisingly pleasant sound. “Oh my, yes, there’s a cost to keeping something of mine so close. Did you imagine there wasn’t? Blackblood held the door open for me, and I couldn’t resist peering inside. It’ssad, really, watching you wrestle with your concern for the tiny people you fully intend to discard when you’re done here.”
Viv’s mind raced, wondering how much the necromancer had seen. She could only pray to the Eight it hadn’t been too much.
“The struggle must be so exhausting. You’ve so few days in your short life. Even I can mourn the loss of them. Does that surprise you?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Don’t be obtuse. I’m not here for abook, Viv. I’m not here forhim.” She stabbed a finger at the bag over Viv’s shoulder.
“Then I hate to break it to you, but this has been a big waste of your time.”
Varine laughed again in honest delight. “And yet you’ve stumbled onto the right answer. I’m here for mytime. All the days, decades, andcenturiesI invested into priceless treasures you’re hauling about likebooksorluggage.”
“You’re the one who named him,” growled Viv.
The necromancer’s black eyes flared with blue pinpricks, and she seemed to swell, growing in stature and presence. “He is my long ages distilled. His value is what Iput into him. It’salwaysabout time. It’s the only thing that matters, and I am ravenous for it.” Varine’s words were as sinuous as the coils of her hair. “I revere the moments you squander on inanities. It’s only your poor luck to have plucked what’s mine from Balthus’s corpse while you wasted your every day.”
“If time is what you care about, you sure do spend a lot of it talking,” said Viv. “Maybe you let my friends go, I hand your things over, and we put an end to this.”
“An end to this,” Varine mused aloud, quirking her blue smile. “Yes, well, I’ve never been fond of endings. I thoughtthat would be self-evident. Your friends will stay where they are.”
Viv held up the book and shook it. “I think the only reason you haven’t taken this from me yet is because you know I can destroy it. I think that worries you, and I think you want this book more than you want them.”
“And I think you want them alive more than you dare to risk my anger,” snapped Varine, voice cracking like lake ice in the thaw. The necromancer extended one pale hand. “But you’re right, itistime to put an end to this. Either test my resolve, or give me what is mine.”
