He kicked into what remained of his clean clothes. The rest he stuffed in his pack, along with their scant provisions. “Next time I’ll distract you with a game of twenty questions. Might be more effective than keeping the interest of a frigid snob who volunteers for trouble whenever she can.”

“Frigid?”

“That’s the word you focus on. Fantastic.” He pulled on another shirt, then shoved tired feet into his boots. “I hope whatever scattered bullshit is in your head has to do with surprise and being frightened out of your wits. The relative state of your sexual experience and my effect on it ranks well below getting the fuck out of here.”

“You’re vulgar.”

He thrust the blankets into her hands. “And you’re a dead woman if you don’t figure out some way to duck under his radar. How much does he know?”

“Where I am.”

“Dragon damn it. And there’s no way you can confuse him now? Focus back on me and my enthralling body? Maybe if I slap you for being such an idiot, I’ll scramble your gray matter.”

She surged to her feet. Anger hardened her features like a warrior being frozen by Medusa—Medusa, that ancient Trickster of the Tigony. The tale of a trusting, ridiculously empathetic young woman who didn’t account for her own safety wouldn’t become a story told through the ages. Instead Kavya would be a cautionary tale and a reason why the Indranan should remain a people divided.

Tallis wanted that. He wanted any attempt at their reconciliation thwarted, because it ran contrary to the figment infecting his mind. But he didn’t want to do so at this woman’s expense—unless it was absolutely necessary. She was still too much a part of the mystery of his dreams and, increasingly, the mystery of his waking hours.

“If you slap me,” she said, “we’ll be right back at the beginning. You’ll be facing off against one of your own seaxes.”

“You and what training, goddess? Get moving and think us a way out of this hell.”

“We stick to the plan.” She layered a blanket in imitation of her sari, using the same pattern of tucks and pleats. “We fly out.”

“Insane.” He shoved a finger toward the window. “Blizzard.” He shoved the same finger toward Kavya. “And you’re a head case. Forget being Indranan or a mind-witch or whatever. You’re not rational and you’re not stable.”

“Says you, of all people! Then go. Leave me to Pashkah and see what happens.”

“I can’t and you know it.” He threw her a spare pair of socks. She quickly stripped her slippers, donned the socks, and shoved the delicate shoes back on her feet. Better than nothing until he could steal her a new pair of shoes. “I’ll have wasted months here in India,” he said. “Worse, I’ll never learn the truth about the last twenty years. Forgive me if I find this topic worth pursuing. I don’t intend to die in a fiery crash before that happens.”

“So selfish. He will own the Five Clans if he kills me.”

“Bathatéi. He’s not more powerful than the Giva. He’s as insane as you are, apparently, although with a penchant for chopping off heads. That doesn’t make him invincible.”

Kavya shut her mouth, but Tallis could practically see the effort she expended to stop arguing. The silence between them was knife-sharp, honed with worry and the threat of danger. Tallis didn’t like it. An enemy should be seen. Faced. Defeated with the whites of the eyes in clear sight as the life drained away. They were being pursued by a phantom. He wouldn’t see Pashkah of Indranan until the man appeared out of thin air to kill him and Kavya both.

Tallis strapped on his seaxes and threw his pack to Kavya. “It’ll help keep your back warm, at least.”

“We’re going. To the airfield.”

“No, you’re going to lead us into the snow and play rabbit. You’ll hide. No more calling out for lost friends like using a ham radio.”

She shook her head. “He’s nearby. Otherwise there’s no way his voice could be that strong and clear. Either he tracked me himself, or he had help. Doesn’t matter now. I’d never be able to construct an effective disguise with so little time.”

“Out in the woods, then. You’ll at least be distracted by the snow.”

“Are you being intentionally thick? He knows I’m here. He’ll only need to search for a woman shivering in the snow, cursing the cold.”

“That worked so well. As will flying away in a blizzard. How did you gather such a following? I haven’t seen a Dragon-damned thing to say you can take care of yourself, let alone lead hundreds.”

Eyes blazing, she struck him hard across the cheek. Caressing his face was one thing. Having his head rattled by a woman’s hard slap was another sort of provocation—toward violence rather than sex. “I am the Sun.”

“You’re a sham. Scared and running. Always. I wonder if that’ll ever change. Maybe I’ve been paying you far too much attention, trying to make sense of a girl’s game of make-believe.” He opened the door and shouted over his shoulder. “You’re not beautiful enough to make it worth the effort, goddess.”

Kavya’s padded footsteps chased his down the stairs. “And you’re not so charming as you think, you lonayíp bastard. Arrogant. Stubborn—”

“But not fearless. You want to end up like Nakul? Our bodies broken and burned at the bottom of a chasm, until you’re practically begging Pashkah to come take your head? Just my luck, he’d leave mine intact.”

“Not before he chewed a chunk of your arm off.”

“Bring it,” Tallis snarled.

He stalked through the pub, which was quieter at that late hour. From the small, almost primitive kitchen, he retrieved two loaves of bread, several hard sausages, cheese, and more bottles of water. Kavya stood in the doorway. He spun her, unzipped the pack, and shoved the provisions inside.

“That’s in case we live to see morning. I’ll be hungry.”

Kavya glared, which he could clearly see in the strange orange and silver light that emanated from the pub’s main room. Someone had banked the fire, but the snow added a sheen to every surface. “You’re optimistic all of a sudden.”

“You’re rubbing off on me,” he said dryly. “Or maybe it’s that a man like me has seen worse and survived worse. That I’ll live till morning is a given.”

“And me?”

“That depends on your brother and the state of your brain.” He glanced around as if the man might materialize out of the shadows. “I’d ask you to look for him, but I’d rather you stay pissed at me. Mind on me, goddess.”

He grabbed her upper arm and trudged out into the snow. The cold sucked air from his lungs and replaced it with the burn of ice. Kavya gasped a curse under her breath.

“Watch it. A woman shivering out in the open, remember? Let’s go back to arguing about airplanes and fiery crashes.”

To his surprise, Kavya yanked free of his hold and headed . . . south? The best he could figure, with direction as hard to discern as her swiveling moods—and how she made his moods swing from ecstatic to furious with just a few words.

Hate you.

“No, you don’t,” she called back through the wind.

Both of them stopped. She turned. They stared at each other through a snow that blew in flurries like cotton in a fan.

Tallis shook his head. “Well, well. So much for keeping clear of your tricks.”

—

Kavya couldn’t explain it any more than she could look away from accusatory blue eyes made black in the night shadows. A few errant streetlamps made the snow sparkle ominously, but that overhead light only deepened the dark hoods beneath his brows.

“No tricks.” She twisted her hair into a long rope and shoved it beneath the straps of the pack, out of the way of the wind. “I just think it’s the strongest thought you’ve had since we met. I dare you to say otherwise.”

“So you can hear psychic shouts now? I have plenty. One of them is keep the fuck out of my mind.”