Part 29 (2/2)

Archer smiled. ”If you want us to get there in one piece, you will. Neither of us knows how to operate this kind of vehicle.”

”Oh. Right. Of course. Okay.” She turned away and clutched the steering

wheel. ”I'll drive. I'll be just fine.”

Archer closed the door and crossed around to the other side. She'd be okay, he told himself for the thousandth time. She d.a.m.n well had to be.

Over the next hour, she drove while they did their best to explain the inner

workings of court, at least as well as they knew them. Neither he nor Baleweg was a royal insider, both being more an outcast... each in their own, individual way. But while Archer might not know all the nuances of court procedures, he did know most of the players, having worked for many on private matters.

”Parliament has a separate building alongside the palace proper. All the politicos have their offices there, but they are in and out of the castle often. None of them reside within the castle however-only the queen and her royal staff and guard. And there are seemingly hundreds of them. I've only met with her once and you go through what seem like endless channels to get to her. Her security is good, but not perfect. I imagine she'll want to spend time alone with you, but otherwise I'll be with you as much as possible.”

”Okay.”

Talia had spent most of the hour nodding wordlessly. Archer was worried,

unsure how much she was retaining. She seemed to be paying attention, but heaven only knew what her thoughts were.

He did know she was terrified and wished like h.e.l.l he could have some time

alone with her, to do something, anything, to lessen that fear. But he knew the best thing was to just get there and let her start dealing with it. She'd handle the transition better than she thought she would. It wasn't all that different in the future. Not in the most basic ways. His concerns centered more about her handling the surreal pressures of life in a royal court. She lived out in the

countryside, holed up with a bunch of misfit animals and wonky old people, for G.o.d's sake. Then he smiled. Actually, the comparison was closer than he'd thought.

Talia wound her way deeper into the city and parked in the largest hotel lot she could find, tucking the ticket in the visor flap before steering them into a distant spot on the roof level of the lot, as Baleweg instructed, far away from the other cars.

She turned off the ignition and turned to face both of them. ”I appreciate all

you've told me, but there is one thing you still haven't covered.”

Archer could see she was striving to sound cool and in control and most people probably would think she was. He knew her well enough to realize she was hanging on by a thread. He reached over to take her hand and found it cold and lifeless to the touch.

”You are worried about what you will be expected to do for the queen,”

Baleweg said calmly.Talia nodded. ”I realize I can't stay here, that I have to go and at least try. But what will happen to me if I can't... do anything?”

Archer wasn't sure how to answer her. If Catriona and the baby died and Chamberlain-and, via him, the Dark One, Emrys-took over... He stopped there. He'd been so arrogant, certain they would find a way, he'd never honestly asked himself what would happen if they failed. He looked to Baleweg. ”Surely if her skills proved inadequate Chamberlain would see that and have no use for her. Emrys would surely move on to other amus.e.m.e.nts if Chamberlain took over the throne.”

Talia slowly slid her hand from his. It was as if a piece of that unswerving trust she'd had in him had dimmed slightly. Dammit, he never failed. And he

wouldn't fail in this. Not if it meant failing her.

Baleweg looked to Talia, then Archer. ”Don't give up on her so quickly, young Archer. Fate will open paths we cannot see as yet.” ”Meaning what?” Archer all but shouted. He was only slightly mollified when he felt Talia slide her hand back in his. He held on tightly, suddenly uncertain about his role in all this. ”I'm not about to go thrusting her off into Dalwyn's court for them to do with as they please. I want some rea.s.surances she'll be released safely if she can't help.”

”Fate offers no such rea.s.surances.” He lifted a finger when Archer began to argue further. ”I can a.s.sure you that not going back will certainly put her in more danger.” He opened his door and climbed out. Ringer, a black cat now, hopped out beside him. ”Come now, it is time.”

”Wait just a d.a.m.n minute!”

”Waiting time is over. I sense that things are deteriorating rapidly at home and we must go if you hope to have any edge over Chamberlain.” Archer swore under his breath and turned to Talia. ”Come on.” She looked a little hollow, so he instinctively shot her a grin and a wink. ”Now I get to show you my town.”

Talia swallowed hard, but a smile made a tentative appearance. ”Can't wait.” He got out, but his smile faded as he came face-to-face with Baleweg. ”If I say she comes back, she comes back. No questions. I want your promise that you'll bring her back here if either one of us gives the word.”

Baleweg held his steady gaze with infuriating calm. ”It will all go as it must, young Archer.” He lifted a hand to stall Archer's outburst. ”Now you must trust me.”

Archer grated his teeth as he pushed past him and went to open Talia's door.

She was already standing beside the truck, crus.h.i.+ng her ugly bonnet in her hands. She looked vulnerable and frail, although he knew her to be anything but. As her paid protector, he had to project confidence, to make this seem a harmless little adventure. But when he looked into her huge gray eyes, he realized it was a daunting task.

Then she smiled, as if reading his tension, and perhaps she had. It should bother him, that she understood him so easily. And it did, but in a not-so- unpleasant way. He'd never had anyone look at him as she did. Not ever. They were both misfits. Maybe that was all it was, one outcast bonding to another.

But he didn't think so.

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