Iced
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He doesnt finish the sentence. He doesnt have to. It cant get out. Chesters has to be safe ground with no exceptions or hell lose business. And Ryodan isnt one of those men who will ever tolerate losing anything thats his, for any reason. You want me to play detective for you.
He looks back at me. His face is coated with ice. It cracks at the seam of his lips when he speaks. Yes.
I cant help but ask. Why me?
Because you see everything. You arent afraid to do what it takes and not breathe a word of it to anyone.
Talking like you know a thing or two about me.
I know everything about you.
The chill I get from those quietly delivered words is almost worse than whats coming out of the club. I know people. Ryodan doesnt talk big. Doesnt blow smoke up other peoples tushes or bluff. He cant know everything. No fecking way he knows everything. Quit talking. I need to concentrate if you want me to put both my superbody and my superbrain to work at the same time. Thats a whole lot of Mega-nitude.
He laughs, I think. The sound is flat and tinkles like ice in his throat.
I shine my flashlight into the darkened club. A hundred or so humans are frozen, mid-gyration, mid-sex, mid-dying, mixed in with a caste of Unseelie Ive only seen a time or two: the caste that served as the Lord Masters imperial guard. The room is decorated in tribute to their rank, all red and black, with frosted red velvet drapes and ice-dusted black velvet chaises, red leather sofas and padded racks and lots of chains on every piece of furniture. Leather straps. Sharp blades. There are puddles of black ice on the floor. Human blood.
Torture. Murder. People slaughtered.
It sinks in and I just stare a second, trying to get a grip on my temper. You let this happen. You let people be killed by those monsters!
They come here of their own volition. The line into my club last night wrapped around two city blocks.
Theyre confused! Their whole world just melted down!
You sound like Mac. This isnt new, kid. The weak have always been food for the strong.
Her name is a kick in my stomach. Yeah, well Mom taught me not to play with my food before I ate it. Dude, youre a fecking psychopath.
Careful, Dani. Youve got a glass house of your own.
I got no place like Chesters.
Its a famous quote.
Not too famous if I dont know it.
People who live in glass houses shouldnt throw stones. Maybe you want to talk about your mother.
I look away. Ill pocket my stones for a little while. At least until I know for sureexactly what he knows about me.
I turn my attention back to the room and my tension melts away, replaced by an anticipatory thrill. I love mysteries. Way to test my brain! Dancer and me do logic puzzles. He beats me sometimes. Dancers the only person Ive ever met that I think might be smarter than me. Whats with this place? What happened? You got cameras in here? I say.
They stopped working while everything was still normal.
As if anything was ever normal in this torture chamber. Now its even weirder.
Each person and Fae in the room is frozen solid, silent, white, iced figurines. Twin plumes of diamond-ice crystals extend from many of their nostrils; exhales frozen. Unlike Cruce, who is contained inside a solid block of ice, these folks look like they somehow got frozen right where they stood. I wonder if I pinged one of the Fae it would shatter.
You think it was the Unseelie King did this?
No reason I can see, Ryodan says. Hes not the kind to waste time on small stuff. Hurry up, kid. Standing in here is no picnic.
Why are you?
I take nothing for granted.
He means he thinks its possible one of them isnt completely frozen. Youre watching my back.
I watch all my employees backs.
Partner, I correct, and I dont even like that. I was flattered when he called me Robin to his Batman, but Im over it already. This is who he is: someone who runs a place where humans get killed for the amusement of the Fae.
I save them. He damns them. Thats a gulf between us no bridge will ever span. Ill look into this. But not for him. For humans. Sides have to be taken. I know which one Im on.
I go all cool inside, thinking about how many folks in Dublin need a little help to survive, and just like that Im perfect and on fire and free, and I slip sideways into freeze-framing like gliding into a dream.
Moving like I do makes seeing things a little difficult. Thats why I stood at the door, looking in so long, collecting observations from a distance. Even freeze-framing, the chill causes intense pain in every bone in my body. As I whiz past him I say, Whats the temp in here? planning to get the answer on my way back around.
No thermometer can take it, he says by my ear, and I realize hes freeze-framing, too. Hes right beside me. Dont touch anything. Its too cold to risk.
I circle a Fae guard at top speed. Around and around, looking for clues. If the Unseelie King did this, why would he choose here? Why ice his own guards?
Is this the only cl-club that g-got iced? I stutter with cold.
He looks back at me. His face is coated with ice. It cracks at the seam of his lips when he speaks. Yes.
I cant help but ask. Why me?
Because you see everything. You arent afraid to do what it takes and not breathe a word of it to anyone.
Talking like you know a thing or two about me.
I know everything about you.
The chill I get from those quietly delivered words is almost worse than whats coming out of the club. I know people. Ryodan doesnt talk big. Doesnt blow smoke up other peoples tushes or bluff. He cant know everything. No fecking way he knows everything. Quit talking. I need to concentrate if you want me to put both my superbody and my superbrain to work at the same time. Thats a whole lot of Mega-nitude.
He laughs, I think. The sound is flat and tinkles like ice in his throat.
I shine my flashlight into the darkened club. A hundred or so humans are frozen, mid-gyration, mid-sex, mid-dying, mixed in with a caste of Unseelie Ive only seen a time or two: the caste that served as the Lord Masters imperial guard. The room is decorated in tribute to their rank, all red and black, with frosted red velvet drapes and ice-dusted black velvet chaises, red leather sofas and padded racks and lots of chains on every piece of furniture. Leather straps. Sharp blades. There are puddles of black ice on the floor. Human blood.
Torture. Murder. People slaughtered.
It sinks in and I just stare a second, trying to get a grip on my temper. You let this happen. You let people be killed by those monsters!
They come here of their own volition. The line into my club last night wrapped around two city blocks.
Theyre confused! Their whole world just melted down!
You sound like Mac. This isnt new, kid. The weak have always been food for the strong.
Her name is a kick in my stomach. Yeah, well Mom taught me not to play with my food before I ate it. Dude, youre a fecking psychopath.
Careful, Dani. Youve got a glass house of your own.
I got no place like Chesters.
Its a famous quote.
Not too famous if I dont know it.
People who live in glass houses shouldnt throw stones. Maybe you want to talk about your mother.
I look away. Ill pocket my stones for a little while. At least until I know for sureexactly what he knows about me.
I turn my attention back to the room and my tension melts away, replaced by an anticipatory thrill. I love mysteries. Way to test my brain! Dancer and me do logic puzzles. He beats me sometimes. Dancers the only person Ive ever met that I think might be smarter than me. Whats with this place? What happened? You got cameras in here? I say.
They stopped working while everything was still normal.
As if anything was ever normal in this torture chamber. Now its even weirder.
Each person and Fae in the room is frozen solid, silent, white, iced figurines. Twin plumes of diamond-ice crystals extend from many of their nostrils; exhales frozen. Unlike Cruce, who is contained inside a solid block of ice, these folks look like they somehow got frozen right where they stood. I wonder if I pinged one of the Fae it would shatter.
You think it was the Unseelie King did this?
No reason I can see, Ryodan says. Hes not the kind to waste time on small stuff. Hurry up, kid. Standing in here is no picnic.
Why are you?
I take nothing for granted.
He means he thinks its possible one of them isnt completely frozen. Youre watching my back.
I watch all my employees backs.
Partner, I correct, and I dont even like that. I was flattered when he called me Robin to his Batman, but Im over it already. This is who he is: someone who runs a place where humans get killed for the amusement of the Fae.
I save them. He damns them. Thats a gulf between us no bridge will ever span. Ill look into this. But not for him. For humans. Sides have to be taken. I know which one Im on.
I go all cool inside, thinking about how many folks in Dublin need a little help to survive, and just like that Im perfect and on fire and free, and I slip sideways into freeze-framing like gliding into a dream.
Moving like I do makes seeing things a little difficult. Thats why I stood at the door, looking in so long, collecting observations from a distance. Even freeze-framing, the chill causes intense pain in every bone in my body. As I whiz past him I say, Whats the temp in here? planning to get the answer on my way back around.
No thermometer can take it, he says by my ear, and I realize hes freeze-framing, too. Hes right beside me. Dont touch anything. Its too cold to risk.
I circle a Fae guard at top speed. Around and around, looking for clues. If the Unseelie King did this, why would he choose here? Why ice his own guards?
Is this the only cl-club that g-got iced? I stutter with cold.
