Once Dead, Twice Shy - Kim Harrison [67]
“Too late, Ron,” Kairos said, laughing softly at my surprise. “That’s funny,” he said lightly to Nakita. “A master of time running late.”
My feet slipped on the smooth stone. If not for Nakita catching me, I would have cut myself on her blade. I was so scared.
Ron bowed his head. The new sun shone on him, lighting the determination in his eyes when he brought his gaze back to me. Determination and…guilt? It was about freaking time.
“Let her go, Nakita,” he said persuasively. “Kairos can’t help you, even if he gets his amulet back. Madison is a rising keeper. It’s already fated whose place she’s going to take.”
Her breath came in softly, and as her grip on me loosened, I could feel her confusion. Kairos strode forward, saying, “I didn’t lie. I won’t know for sure I can’t do it until I try.”
“She is a rising timekeeper?” Nakita questioned, and I started when her sword smoothly moved, shifting from my neck to point at him. Seeing it, Kairos halted with a comical swiftness. She was still holding me, though, her arm around my neck. Shock showed on his refined features, which he quickly hid.
“Nakita,” he coaxed, “I might be able to help you. Put your blade away.”
“You told me you could pluck the fear from me,” Nakita said, holding me tighter. “You told me the seraphs sang that she was fated to die, and to take her. Is she a rising timekeeper? Did you send me to scythe a timekeeper because you fear death? Chronos believes it!”
Nakita’s voice thundered in my ear, the righteous anger of an angel wronged. The hem of Kairos’s robe trembled as he took three steps back, his jaw clenched. The moment seemed to hesitate, and I wondered if I was being held for my death…or my protection.
“So I lied,” Kairos admitted, returning to his table and turning sideways to finger the small pitcher on the tray. His shadow from the rising sun stretched long to touch my feet, and I shivered as the light glinted on his less powerful amulet. “I have ruled both you and time for more than a thousand years, Nakita. I’m not going to go quietly because the seraphs fated it was time for me to step down, teach another, and fade into death. And not for a girl hardly old enough to be counted a woman.”
“She’s as old as you were when you murdered your predecessor,” Ron said sourly.
“Funny how these things work out.”
Kairos’s upper lip trembled, but his eyes were fixed on Nakita’s. “She can’t be a timekeeper,” he said tightly. “She’s dead. I killed her myself.”
Ron moved a step closer, halting when Nakita’s sword shifted to him for a moment, then back to Kairos. “She stole your amulet,” he said. “I don’t think it matters what her state of aliveness is if she managed that. Madison has already claimed her birthright. She wrested the control of a guardian angel from me by simply naming her, and she now stands in Nakita’s protection. It’s too late. You’ve lost, Kairos. It’s over. Let her go. Accept it.”
And yet, I was still in a dark reaper’s grip.
“Kairos?” Nakita asked, her voice high as she struggled to piece it together. I was right there with her, and a wave of vertigo made my knees watery. Frightened, I stiffened as the soft wind shifted my hair into my eyes, momentarily blocking Kairos from my sight with Nakita’s sword unmoving between us.
“I’m not the rising dark timekeeper,” I said as Nakita pulled me back a step. “I’m the rising light. That’s why I want to trade Kairos his amulet for my body. Ron, he’s got my body. I can go back to the way I was! Tell him I can break my hold on his amulet.” My gaze darted to Kairos, seeing his disbelief. “I can! I’ve done it before! Ron, tell him! Tell him I’m the rising light timekeeper!”
But Ron was looking at the ground, scaring me.
With a false ease, Kairos poured amber liquid into a crystal cup, sipping it lightly before setting it down. “Still don’t have it all?” he said. “You were fated to be my student, Madison; why else would I scythe you? Ron can’t take you now even if he wanted to. He