Free Taste of Darkness (An Avry of Kazan Novel - Book 3) by Maria V. Snyder Page B

nothing more than a nightmare.”
    “And again I ask, are you certain? Did you not consider the possibility that one of the children I experimented on has developed healing powers?”
    “They’re too young.”
    “The ones you saw are. But I’ve been working with Death Lily toxin for a number of years. There could be other older survivors that you aren’t even aware of.”
    Alarmed, I stepped closer to the dais. “Are there?”
    He shrugged. “How should I know? I’m a nightmare born from your fears and desires.” Tohon leered and stood. His royal robes disappeared and all he wore were his black silk pajama pants. The hip-hugging material accented his flat muscular stomach and chest. “Still like what you see, my dear?”
    “Go away. You shouldn’t be able to invade my dreams. And if you do have a healer, it’s too soon for you to reach your castle. So you’re still frozen.” I concentrated on banishing him.
    He laughed. “Yet I remain. Perhaps there is another reason?”
    “You didn’t claim me, Tohon. I fought you and won.”
    “True. I couldn’t possess you. But I am a part of you, my dear. I’ve...branded you with my magic, and as long as you live, I do, too.”
    “Ridiculous.”
    “Is it? Remember the first time we met? When my dead retrieved you? I kissed your hand and since then we’ve been linked.”
    I denied it. No way. If I was linked with anyone, it would be Kerrick.
    “Yet Kerrick’s not here. I am.”
    A hand gently shook my shoulder. “Avry, wake up.” Ryne knelt next to me, peering at my face in concern. “Bad dream?”
    Straightening, I knocked the charcoal to the floor. I’d fallen asleep on the map I’d marked with the Lily and troop locations.
    “Is there any other kind of dream?” I asked.
    “Not for me.”
    Then we shared something in common. “Does Tohon haunt your dreams, as well?”
    “No. My father does.”
    Surprised, I glanced at him. “But King Micah’s—”
    “Dead. But that doesn’t seem to stop him from telling me what I’ve done wrong every night. He delights in pointing out my mistakes and telling me I’m incompetent.”
    “Sorry to hear that.”
    “I’ve accepted it as a manifestation of my insecurities. I suspect your dreams of Tohon are similar. Perhaps a way for you to express your fears.”
    His explanation made sense. Yet I couldn’t shake the truth in Tohon’s words. “Sounds very logical, Ryne. But have you really accepted it?”
    He huffed. “No. I wish he’d shut up and get the hell out of my dreams.”
    “I could give you a sleeping draft.”
    “No, thank you. I have to be able to wake up if needed.” He stood and examined the map. “What does Tohon say in your dreams?” he asked in a casual manner, but his arm muscles tightened.
    “He gloats. He goads me. But one time he warned me.”
    Ryne jerked his head, meeting my gaze. “How?”
    I explained about the ambush. “And he hinted that there might be older children who survived his experiments and who might be healers by now.”
    “Both dreams are easy to explain. You must have heard a noise while you slept, alerting you to the danger, and the idea of other healers is just your own intelligence working through the possibilities. Which we should consider. Come on.” He strode over to his work table.
    Curious, I followed him.
    Pulling a piece of parchment and grabbing his stylus, he sat in his chair. “Let’s see. Tohon helped at the Healer’s Guild for a year after we’d graduated from boarding school. I suspect this was when he began experimenting with the Death Lily toxin and putting the clues together about the source of your magic.” He wrote dates on the parchment. “That was about five years ago. Plenty of time for him to inject the toxin into a child.”
    “Except at that time, the plague hadn’t spread all over the Fifteen Realms. He couldn’t just inject it into a patient or child without someone noticing. Unless...”
    “Unless what?”
    “He claimed it