Chapter 229

Chapter 229

As Nick observed the gauntlet on the ground and understanding dawned, his tired eyes returned to me, a wave of calm settling over him. The well-worn exhaustion in his face cleared. Ever since wed unexpectedly reunited within the suits compound hed felt unhinged, untethered, as if he was overcompensating for a piece of himself that eroded away.

He patted my shoulder gently, then pushed me away. Nah.

My eyebrow shot up. Nah? What I looked at the knight, his shadow arm still on full display as he waited for Nicks answer. What in the ever-loving fuck do you mean, nah?

The way you operate. Protecting the people you love no matter what you have to do to achieve that outcome, I respect it. I really do. Nick shifted his head from side to side, stretched his arms, bent his leg and grabbed the ankle of his once-crippled leg, pulling it backward in a runner's stretch. But you cant fight all my battles for me. And I cant be the person I want to be if I fold into the fetal position and let you dirty your hands every time it gets hard.

What are we even talking about right now I trailed off, bewildered, as I turned to look at the knight, slowly putting the pieces together. Because of him? The only goddamn reason he stopped is because I turned his psychology against him. Theyre just monsters in armor, Nick. Monsters with rules.

Is Audrey just a monster? Talia? Azure? Nick raised an eyebrow. From everything youve said, they seem pretty human to me.

The flippant comment caught me off-guard. And as much as I wanted to reject that on pure technicality, Talia and Audrey had both grieved their families and bore scars from the loss, in a manner that was uncannily similar to human grief. At some point, I had stopped thinking of all my summons as highly intelligent animals and started thinking of them as people. Over the last few months, theyd both performed far above their station and saved my ass more times than I cared to count. On top of all that, theyd questioned their own existence, and wanted answers for why they were created. That was as human as it got.

Before I could rally, Nick continued. Im not the same fighter I was. Ive learned a lot. Trained. Gained new abilities Im restricted from even talking about. This guy has a legitimate grievance. He believes Ive stolen something I wasnt meant to have. He might be right. And even though you talked him into it, he stood down and chose fairness. Its only right that I give him a proper shot.

Nick was going to die. After everything Id gone through to save him, he was going to fucking die.

This isnt a game. Youre not getting paragon points for this shit. Dont be stupid. I snapped.

Nicks smile faded. Yeah. Guess its a little much, expecting trust after the trail of fuck-ups that got me here.

The words lined up like beaded sights.

If youd listened to me in the tunnel, instead of losing yourself in rage and self-righteousness, wed be in a helluva better place then we are right fucking now.

I couldnt pull the trigger.

Nick already knew hed made a mistake in the tunnel, hed all but copped to it. If I let the bolt fly, it would still end him, just in a different way. Still. Letting it go was like breathing glass.

No. I trust you. More now than ever. I pushed him forward. Knock em dead.

His eyes widened, the dimming light returned to his expression full force. He held out his fist, and I bumped it, numbly watching as he approached the center knight.

For whatever reason Nick had decided this was a hill he was willing to die on, and I needed to respect it. At least for now. If push came to shove and things turned dire, I wasnt sure I could stop myself from intervening.

Yep. Nick blurted. Second. Sounds good.

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Id made several ridiculous initial demands, giving myself as much time as possible to engineer a solution with the highest chance of getting us out of this alive that wouldnt rain on Nicks hero moment. First, I requested that the surrounding circle of shadows receded, as they were a source of intimidation that would affect Nick far more than it affected the local knights. That took more effort than Id expected, as the shadows didnt seem compliant, and it took a small army of shadow men in tabards to push them back, which provided valuable intelthough it showed this ripple was far more populated than Id hoped. The possibility of fighting our way out in the worst-case scenario grew more and more bleak.

Next I asked for a table and two chairs as setting for the negotiation, and spent an absurd amount of time arranging them, then asked for the shadow servants to bring out racks of weapons for our champions to choose from, and spent an absurd amount of time arranging them.

They didnt let me run ramshackle over them, drawing the line when I requested a small selection of food for the negotiations, but saving that, with their honor so blatantly called into question they more or less bent over backward to achieve fairness and be generous to the challenged, so long as I could justify it. And while hed hovered over me at first, the central knight had eventually thrown up his hands and given up supervising me and taken a place in the corner next to Nick.

Nick, naturally, chatted him up, and the last time I checked on them they were examining each others weapons and seemed to be in the middle of a spirited conversation. Or argument. Either way, they were distracted, which was exactly what I wanted.

By the time my plan fully formed, every person in the room had distanced themselves from me for fear of another demand, and when I placed two sheets of paper on the table, no one was paying enough attention to notice.

I withdrew a pen from my inventory and pressed it hard against the top page, then lifted the corner to confirm.

With a deep breath, I leaned back in the seat and let myself relax. Then announced, Im ready.

Oh? The central knight called over. Our hospitality finally meets your standards?

I nodded, fiddling with the pen beneath the table, trying to force myself to relax.

Then I will call my second.

The withdrawn shadows had revealed a stairwell at the far end of the room, their destination still shrouded in darkness. Somewhere in the black, there was a rhythmic clank as armored feet descended, revealing the long body of what was possibly the tallest man in armor Id ever seen.

Like the rest of the knights, his helmet covered his face.

Despite his long, almost awkward frame, he slid into the chair across from me with a sinewy grace I found disquieting, and towered over me in torso height alone. The lower section of his reflective breastplate ground against the table. He reached down to move it, blatantly over-correcting and shoving the edge of the table into my gut.

So. This is the whelp that wants to negotiate terms? Doesnt look like much. The sneer I couldnt see carried in his voice.

Despite myself, I smiled.

A bully. I can work with that.