Chapter 1
1
"W
hat do you mean I can't go?"
The E string of violins envied the high-pitched note that my shrill voice reached. Men hated that sound, especially when it came out of a woman during an argument. It went straight to the recesses of their reptile brains where their tiny reserves of emotion were stored. Hit the right hysterical note and it could drive them to spontaneously combust on the spot.
My body vibrated like a master player pulling those angsty notes from an instrument. Arthur, leader of the Knights of the Roundtable and my boss as I was the latest person to be knighted, scratched at his massive chest. His ragged nail snagged in the linen of his loose tunic. The tunic dipped open, revealing an eyeful of the dusting of hairs on his defined chest.
I had no interest in Arthur's defined chest or the muscled pecs or that perfectly formed valley that would nicely fit a woman's head for cuddling after sex. Crazy how a guy being your boss and restricting your movements and acting like he was your father could turn your sex drive cold.
"Loren, you're telling me you want to go to another realm and steal the hammer of a god so that you can go down into the core of the earth and rescue your friend."
"Best friend," I corrected.
"Oh. My mistake." Arthur held up his hands in acquiescence.
Good, I was buttering him up. With a bit more badgering, he'd be toast. Strongest knight in Camelot he might be, but at the end of the day, he was still a man.
Men were weak when it came to arguing with women. They built up their physical muscle for hand to hand battles, but they were feeble when it came to emotional warfare. Their lack of emotional training left the male species easily outwitted and outmatched during arguments where feelings trumped logic.
"The answer is still no," said Arthur.
My jaw tensed. My fingers curled into fists. I knew better than to reach for my sword against him.
I still had plenty in my emotional arsenal. High-pitched hysteria wasn't working. But there was still hand wringing, the lip tremble, the doe eyes. Or I could go straight for the big guns; tears.
Looking at Arthur, I figured I still had some room before the heavy arsenal was needed. I decided to keep using my words but go at him from various angles. A blitz offensive starting with pointing out his patterns of unfair behavior toward me.
"You're constantly holding me back."
Arthur opened his mouth, but I couldn't let him respond. I had to keep him off balance and distract him with things he hadn't done yet.
"You'd let another knight go if he asked.
He
probably wouldn't even need to ask."
I could see Arthur's mind trying to process that quick turn of blame. To keep him unsteady and lopsided, I hit him with a present issue.
"Need I remind you that you saved your own brother, even after Merlin caused the death of people in this community? All Nia's ever done is help."
And to complete the circle of offense, I hit him with a far-fetched idea that should send him reeling.
"You know what I think? I think you're afraid to let me go because when I get to this other realm they'll recognize me for my true worth and want to keep me."
Arthur’s head waggled as though he were considering this angle.
Uh oh. So that last attack might've been a mistake. Maybe it was time to bring out the big guns after all. Problem was, I'd never been a crier.
I had been an only child. My parents had given me all of their attention from the moment I was born until the moment they each passed away. During that glorious time with them, I typically got my way.
Not that I was spoiled. More because I was the only one ever asking for anything, being the only grabby-handed kid. And I didn't ask for outrageous things. Normally.
But the hell if I was done in present day, face to face with my new keeper. "You're not the boss of me."
"Actually," said Arthur, "I am. You took vows remember."
"Of chivalry, not marriage." See, this is why I didn't believe in marriage. I could barely stomach long-term commitments.
What now? I couldn't flirt with Arthur. Or run him through with a sword. What did a woman do with a man she couldn't seduce or kill or emotionally manipulate?
"It's too dangerous," Arthur continued.
"What? Because I'm a woman? Morgan's right. Your misogyny is showing."
"The quest you're proposing is both blasphemous and suicidal."
"You would go," I said. "You would pick up your sword and ride out in a blaze of glory if it were for anyone in this town."
"It's not for someone in this town. It's Nia. She's immortal. She can take care of herself."
"You heard Igraine. She's being held. She can't escape. How many times has she come to your aide?"
"You mean when she wasn't stealing from me?"
Details, details. Truth was the enemy of any argument. But I'd play it his way for now. "Nia saved the Grail. She saved Gwin. She's saved me. She's my family."
I'd never been that girl who had girlfriends. I got along better with guys. The problem was, I wasn't sleeping with any of these knights. And I no longer had the inclination to. They were all my brothers.
"The best thing to do is to let Mohandis handle this."
Tresor Mohandis stood off to the side, quiet and still like the mountain of a man he was. He leaned one of his broad shoulders against the wall. It chafed that he was witnessing me being effectively grounded by Arthur.
"We'll help you get to the other realm." Arthur addressed Tres directly, talking over my head. "But we can't cross there. We have a treaty with Odin."
Odin? The Norse god of creation?
My dad was Dutch, yet his German roots seemed to interest him the least. But still, I knew about the Asgardians; Odin, Thor, Freya.
Igraine had said we needed the Hammer of God to save Nia. The Norse god running around twirling a hammer was Thor. Somewhere in another realm, there was a real-life Hemsworth running around flinging thunderbolts and no one had told me!
"You know how to get there?" asked Tres.
It was the first sound Tres had muttered since coming inside and telling me that Nia and Zane were dead. He had believed them to be dead, until we went into the kitchen and Igraine set us straight.
Nia and Zane had fallen into a crack in the earth. But instead of dying like normal human beings, they'd simply gone back to the place of their birth, because they weren't normal human beings. They were Immortal, and at the moment, they were grounded by their parents until further notice. So, of course, I was going to bust my bestie and her boyfriend out.
Tres's eyes had been so downcast when he'd come into the castle earlier to deliver the news. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes now. But his face was mostly shuttered, holding his emotions close to his chest.
Tres loved Nia. He'd risked his life for her more than once already. Just once, I wish someone would come after me without a care for their own life and limb.
Arthur was currently sizing up Tres. The two had a history as complicated as his history with Nia. But it looked like Tres passed muster. The valiant knight beckoned the dark immortal out of the room and left me standing there.
My gaze went doe wide with indignation. Angry tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I'd just been cockblocked.
I wasn't going to take this lying down. Regardless of what anyone might've said, I wasn't that kind of woman, and this argument wasn't over. I stormed off after the men.