Dark Swan Comic 1-4

  She flipped through the channels in continued amazement. It was evening—prime time entertainment—and the emotions on her face were transparent as she stumbled across old and new shows alike.

  “You want me to see if I can find anything that fits you?” I asked. She might have slipped back easily to human behaviors, but she still wore a long, flowing gentry-style gown.

  “Sure,” she said, not looking up from the screen.

  Kiyo followed me into my bedroom. “You think she’s safe out there?” he asked. “Alone?”

  “Yeah, I do actually.” Jasmine and I weren’t the same size, but I found some drawstring shorts that would likely fit. “I don’t know why … but I feel like I can trust her.”

  “Be careful,” he warned, sitting on the bed’s edge. “For all we know, she was happy to be captured and have Cassius throw himself at her.”

  “He didn’t do anything.” I found the smallest T-shirt I could; her frame was more slender than mine.

  “So she says.”

  I sighed and faced him. “Kiyo, you’ve got to trust me. I can’t explain it, but she’s telling the truth. Is she going to turn into a normal teen and forget about her plans to have Storm King’s heir? Unlikely. But for now, she’s in shock and not dangerous.”

  “If you think so. Just be careful, Eug. You’ve been tricked by people you’ve trusted before.”

  “Surprise, surprise. A slam on Dorian.” I crossed my arms, holding the clothes to my chest. “Soon to be followed by a lecture on seizing the Rowan Land.” I’d been bracing myself since it all happened, but during the ensuing damage control, he’d held back. I appreciated that but still dreaded the inevitable.

  “Actually,” he said, “no.”

  “No?” I’d started to take a step toward the doorway and froze.

  He laughed, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “No.”

  “But I just thought … well, after last time … You weren’t very happy about the Thorn Land …”

  That small smile faded. “No. And it’s not like I’m happy about this. But the truth is, you did find a—relatively—bloodless way to end all of this. When we were out there, you asked me what other solution could fix things. I didn’t have an answer. You did. It’s not great … but it didn’t kill Katrice or those other people. It didn’t get you captured.” He shrugged. “Not ideal, no, but better than the alternatives.”

  I leaned back against the wall, still shocked at his reaction. “If it makes you feel better, it’s not like I wanted this either. I wanted to sneak in and out and get Jasmine.”

  He nodded, but there was a sharp look in his eyes. “And yet, you brought the crown.” I hadn’t mentioned that to him when we first set out to the Rowan Land.

  “Her note said she didn’t believe I had it! I was hoping waving it around might do something to help us.” He stayed quiet. “Don’t look at me like that! You can’t believe I planned to use it.”

  “I do believe you.” He approached me and rested his hands on my shoulders. “And I’ll help you in any way you need.”

  Something inside my chest released, and I leaned into him, taking comfort in his warmth and the security he offered. “Thank you. I’m definitely going to need you.”

  Kiyo pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’m here.”

  I felt a small smile pull at my lips, though as with his earlier laughter, I didn’t really find the situation funny. “I suppose if there is a silver lining here, maybe I can do a better job ruling the Rowan Land than she did. Some sort of greater good.”

  To my surprise, his hold on me stiffened, and he stepped back. The smile he offered me looked tight. “Maybe.”

  We went back out to Jasmine, who was still riveted to the TV. The only acknowledgment we got was when I handed her the clothes, and she examined them. “What’s ‘The Clash’ mean?”

  I ignored the blasphemy—and Kiyo’s obvious amusement at my pain. “If you want to shower, everything you’ll need is in the bathroom. Towels, shampoo.”

  That too got her attention. “A shower … oh, man. I’ve missed showers.”

  “Will you two be okay?” asked Kiyo, all signs of his earlier discomfort gone. “I need to take care of a few things.”

  I nodded. “We’re fine. Will you be back soon?”

  “As soon as I can.” He kissed me again, this time on my lips. I must have worn another pained expression because he cupped my chin, his brown eyes full of love and compassion. “It’s going to be okay, Eugenie. Everything will be okay.”

  I nodded once more and watched wistfully as he left. I wanted his arms around me again, to hold me and let me escape this mess. A small part of me wouldn’t have minded Dorian’s arms either. I sat beside Jasmine, whose attention was back on some reality show.

  “He’s running off to Maiwenn, you know.” Her gaze didn’t move. “Off to report on what happened.”

  My ire started to rise at her accusation, except … I had a feeling she was right. Even if there was no more romance between them, he was still devoted to her. The recent developments were going to rock the Otherworld, and she’d want the story straight from him. I wondered how she’d take it; she’d always feared my becoming like my father.

  “Probably,” I admitted. I rubbed my eyes. “God, I’m so exhausted. I feel like I could fall over.”

  This time Jasmine turned to me. There wasn’t exactly sympathy in her face, but something surprisingly close. “No shit. You just stole a kingdom and took it over.”

  “It sounds so ugly when you phrase it that way.”

  She shrugged and looked back at the TV. “You’ll probably do a better job.” Her words echoed my earlier comment to Kiyo. “You know,” she added conversationally, “everyone acts like our dad was such a bastard, like he just wanted more power. I mean, he did, but you know what Aeson told me? He said that Storm King was always talking about how he could do a better job too, that the other monarchs weren’t as good. He said he was doing the people a favor.”

  I froze, unable to respond. That was why Kiyo had reacted the way he did earlier. He’d heard that about Storm King’s “good intentions,” I realized. I’d expressed exactly the same sentiment as my father.

  Jasmine didn’t notice the effect of her words and instead jumped subjects in that easy, short-attention-span way of hers. “Hey, do you think you could get Wil to come over? I want to see him.”

  “Sure,” I murmured automatically. My mind was still lost in her earlier words. “Sure.”

  Wil was surprised to hear from me the next morning, more surprised still when I told him the reason I was calling. He said he’d be over in five minutes.

  Jasmine had asked that he come alone after I’d mentioned he now had a girlfriend. Still, she’d been curious. “Seriously? What’s she like?”

  I thought back to my one meeting with Wil’s ladylove. Once I’d banished the monsters living in their house, she hadn’t shut up about conspiracy theories and assorted coverups. “Exactly like him,” I’d replied to Jasmine.

  The reunion between brother and sister was strange. They stood there awkwardly, both staring at each other and assessing all the ways they’d changed. Then, with no communication, they hugged each other. Jasmine’s face was filled with legitimate emotion, and for once, Wil didn’t seem like the crazy, paranoid guy he usually was.

  “Are you okay?” he asked her, voice trembling. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  Jasmine swallowed, and I was pretty sure there were tears in her eyes. “I … I missed you too.” And it was the truth. She’d told me once she didn’t care about this world—or about the half brother who’d raised her. But she did. This whole time, despite her Otherworldly plans for domination, she’d always loved him.

  Things grew increasingly bizarre when it became obvious the two weren’t quite sure what to do with each other. Wil didn’t chastise her for her absence, and at last, she simply asked if he wanted to hang out and watch TV. I think that was partly because it provided a con
crete activity and partly because she’d become obsessed with making up for lost TV time.

  I kept my distance but couldn’t help a small, envious feeling as they sat on the couch. Jasmine leaned her head against her big brother’s shoulder, and I became acutely aware of the emptiness in my own family life. I hadn’t heard from my mom or Roland since getting the referral to Enrique. The closest I had to any familial connection was those goddamn kingdoms I ruled. Just as the Thorn Land had always called to me, the Rowan Land now did too, leaving such an ache within me that I practically felt nauseous. Rurik had been right. I wouldn’t be able to stay away.

  But first things first. Thinking of Enrique reminded me I was due for an update. Retreating to my bedroom, I dialed his number and hoped he was up this early.

  “Miss Markham,” he said after just one ring. Caller ID left no surprises anymore. “Always a delight.”

  “I’m sure. What are you doing with the case right now?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing?” I exclaimed. Irritation rose within me. I wasn’t paying him to sit around, especially after he’d gotten so close.

  “Nope,” he said cheerfully. “It’s out of my hands. I found what I needed, proved that Deanna Jones didn’t buy the gun. From what I hear, the police are searching Cal Jones’s house right now and questioning him. Far be it from me to get in the way of the fine men in blue.”

  Finally, some good news … well, at least as the case’s progress went. It wouldn’t be easy on Deanna to learn the truth about her husband. “And women,” I said. “There are probably women in blue there too.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Thanks, Enrique. I really appreciate it. I honestly didn’t think it could be done.”

  “Don’t get all emotional,” he said in that brisk way of his. “At least not until you see the bill.”

  We disconnected. Attitude or no, Enrique had been a good call on Roland’s part … which once again brought about the sadness over the turn in my parental relationship. Well. Nothing to do for it at the moment, not with all my other problems. And anyway, I had a loose end that could now be wrapped up.

  Taking out my wand, I closed my eyes and cast a minor summoning spell, calling to Deanna. I had no control over her but she’d responded to my call before—particularly since she was always on edge listening for it. After several minutes and no results, I gave up and sadly suspected she wasn’t coming because she already knew the truth. As eager as she’d been to get answers, it wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d been following Enrique around while he worked. She might have discovered for herself what her husband had done. If so, I hoped she’d now move on to the Underworld and seek peace, rather than staying restless and sad in this world. There was enough suffering here already.

  I tried as hard as I could the next couple days to stay away from the Otherworld. Wil visited off and on, and Jasmine and I began doing mundane yet enjoyable activities, like seeing movies and shopping for clothes for her. Tim and Lara often appeared, still in the throes of their love, and Kiyo returned with reports about the Otherworld, reassuring me that my kingdom’s control of the Rowan Land was progressing smoothly. And at night, he came to my bed, and I found the return of our fierce sex life went a long way toward taking my mind off my laundry list of problems.

  But finally, I had to give in. The call to my lands was too strong, and even Kiyo admitted that with my new and fragile hold on the Rowan Land, I needed to visit and connect with it to reinforce our bond. By that point, I needed no urging. My own body was telling me as much. I still felt weak and drained, my dreams haunted by cacti and cherry trees.

  I took Jasmine with me. Our relationship wasn’t quite sound enough yet for me to leave her alone. She drew the line at going to the Rowan Land, however, insisting she would stay in the Thorn Land until my return. I had no problem with that, knowing she was secure there. Kiyo was still going with me, and Shaya caught us before we could leave.

  “There’s a few things you should probably know,” she said uneasily. Her nervousness was likely due to the fact that I hated being troubled with the day-to-day running of a kingdom—in this case, kingdoms. Something about the fear in her eyes told me she also knew I wouldn’t like what she had to say.

  I sighed. “Go ahead.”

  “I … I’ve heard from King Dorian a number of times.”

  Kiyo shifted uncomfortably beside me, and I felt that familiar prickle of anger run down my spine. All the memories of Dorian’s lying and betrayal came back to me. It stung all the worse because in the end, he’d gotten exactly what he wanted: the Iron Crown had done its job. He probably wanted me to take still more lands.

  “What’s he want?” I demanded. “The war’s over. We’re no longer in a partnership.”

  “Well, that’s just it. Since you are—were—allies in the war, he says he deserves some of the spoils of your victory.”

  “He … what?” My fury increased. “He doesn’t deserve anything. I was the one who won and used the crown.”

  She nodded, still looking like she wished she could be anywhere else. “Yes … but he argues that he was the one who sent you to get the crown. And that his armies lost as many lives as yours.”

  That last point silenced me. His soldiers had fought with mine. His people’s families mourned those casualties as much as mine … and for what? To fight against a slight that had nothing to do with them, not really. I didn’t owe Dorian anything, of that I was certain, but I was indebted to his subjects.

  When I didn’t respond, Shaya continued. “Some of his people are also helping hold the Rowan Land.”

  “Oh, are they?” Of course Dorian would have swooped in. “I never asked for that.”

  She shook her head. “Nonetheless, you need it. Many are still having trouble accepting your rule. There’s a lot of seething resentment. No violence has broken out yet—but that’s largely because of the sizable presence Rurik sent to keep control. Dorian’s helping with that.”

  I’d meditated with the Thorn Land as soon as I’d arrived, making me feel a little better, but the pressure and continued political complications were already draining me. I wasn’t meant for this. “What’s he want? Half the kingdom?”

  “No. Trade. Tribute. The Rowan Land is a huge food producer, and he wants part of that.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad,” I said tentatively.

  “I’m guessing he wants it at low, low prices,” said Kiyo, speaking up for the first time.

  Shaya nodded. “He does. And he’s entitled to it to a certain extent. But his current demands are extreme enough that it could endanger the Rowan Land’s economy. Maybe that’s not an issue. It all depends on what you want for them.”

  I thought about the refugees at the gates. What did I want for those people? I wanted them to prosper. I wanted things to return to normal. “Can you negotiate with him to something in the middle?” I asked Shaya.

  “Most likely.”

  “Then do it.”

  She bowed her head in acknowledgment, and I knew that’s what she’d already known had to be done. She was simply giving me my dues as queen, going through the motions and reminding everyone that ultimately, I still held the authority around here.

  When Kiyo and I finally made it to the Rowan Land, I felt the land’s relief and welcome. Its energy burned into mine, strengthening me. At the castle, we saw little sign of the Rowan military but plenty of mine and Dorian’s. They were stationed everywhere, keeping the order Shaya had told me about. They bowed low when they saw me, their actions mirrored by the kingdom’s citizens. Only, Katrice’s subjects didn’t bow out of respect and deference. There was fear in their eyes, confusion in some, and an obvious show among a few that their actions were forced.

  Rurik was still in residence, personally overseeing the occupation. I felt secure in his control and listened as he explained what needed to be done next. I understood it only a little better than the economics Shaya had pushed on me, the main po
int being I’d need a governing body here soon. Picking that staff would be a problem. Shaya was one in a million, but even she couldn’t be in two places at once. Seeing my dismay, Rurik hesitantly added that Dorian had offered to provide people for the job. My expression at those words gave Rurik all the answer he needed.

  The Rowan Land’s energy continued to flow into me when I set out to have my meditation session with it. The nature of the connection was similar to what I had with the Thorn Land, but the kingdom’s feel was totally different. The Thorn Land was harsh—filled with life, yes, but life that fought fiercely against the elements for survival. The Rowan Land was softer, its life bursting forth easily and radiating through its many trees and plants.

  “Eugenie,” said Kiyo, following me out to a small garden behind the castle. “Look.”

  I paused and glanced behind me. Where I’d walked, flowers had blossomed, small red ones scattered throughout the grassy path. I knelt down, inhaling their heady scent. “Why’s it happening?”

  “You’re its ruler. You’re giving the land life and energy.”

  I thought about how being here had made me feel marginally better. “It’s strengthening me too … but this doesn’t happen in the Thorn Land. I don’t have that kind of effect.”

  “Don’t you?” he teased, a mischievous smile on his face. “You make it rain….”

  A memory came to me of when the Thorn Land had floundered in drought. While connecting with the land, I’d had sex with Kiyo, and the energy from that union had empowered the kingdom, breaking the dry spell and sending much-needed rain that made the people and plants flourish.

  I smiled back at him. “Looks like we don’t have to worry about that today. This land doesn’t need as much help.”

  He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, voice husky. “But imagine the results if we did. Extra credit.”