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“There are...humans hiding everywhere,” he said. “Trying to survive and keep away from Opir hunters.”
“And none would come with you?”
Daniel shook his head. “They were afraid this was a trap.”
“But you were not?”
“In Vikos,” Daniel said, “there were rumors that humans here were more than—”
He broke off, but Isis completed the sentence for him. “Chattel?” she said, her lush mouth setting in a thin line.
“Yes.”
“And you chose to risk coming here, based only upon a rumor?”
Daniel swallowed, as if debating whether or not to continue. “It was a risk I was willing to take.” His jaw tightened. “But I will never let anyone take me prisoner again.”
“I understand,” Isis murmured.
Daniel imagined that he heard pity in her voice. He had never needed or accepted pity from any human or Nightsider, and he wanted none of hers.
“Do you think I am a spy?” he asked. “Who would I spy for? The Enclave that cast me out as a criminal and sent me into slavery? Vikos, where I was treated no better than an animal?”
“It seems unlikely,” she said soothingly.
“Very unlikely.” He laughed with half-feigned bitterness. “What do I have to do to prove myself?”
“We will keep you in a quiet room for a time, and others will speak to you. Once we are certain you are no threat, you will have the opportunity to—”
Daniel jumped out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. “You’ll lock me up?”
“You will be comfortable. Nobody will—”
“No manacles,” he said, working his fists. It was barely an act.
She rose slowly. “We have no intention of binding you. That is not done here, except when it is absolutely necessary.” She moved toward him, her white-and-gold robes swirling around her feet. Before he could back away, she touched his hand, her fingers—warm and soft and gentle—stroking his arm. Her influence washed over and through him.
“You must understand that not all Opiri are like the ones you knew in Vikos,” she said. “I will prove it to you.” She released his hand. “Can you trust me?”
Daniel knew how easily she could make most humans accept anything she said, do anything she bid without the need for compulsion.
He let her believe she was succeeding.
“I trust you,” he said slowly.
“I am Opir,” she said.
He put the length of the room between them, keeping his gaze unfocused and his voice on the edge of panic. “You have...dark hair,” he stammered. “Your eyes...”
“Nevertheless,” she said, “I am what you humans call a Nightsider, and I would never do you harm.”
Don’t overplay it, Daniel told himself. “You tricked me,” he said, pressing himself against the wall.
“It is easier for new humans if one of their own kind introduces him or her to our world, but it is the work I have chosen, and my appearance makes it possible.” She removed the caps from her teeth. “You did not guess, Daniel?”
He dropped his eyes. “No, my lady.”
“I am only Isis here.” She searched his face. “You never suspected? You were not playing a game to deceive me?”
“How could I?” he whispered.
“Because I think you know that most Opiri never consider the possibility of being deceived by a human.” She paused, as if carefully choosing her words. “Even if you had attacked me when I found you, there would be no punishment. We understand a former serf’s justifiable fear and anger.”
“We? Did you feel the same when you owned serfs?”
“I never kept any human in bondage, nor did I take part in the War.”
“But you hunted humans for blood.”
“I never killed,” she said. “But I saw much suffering. Six years ago I was among those who discovered this Citadel after it had fallen into chaos and savagery. I began to realize what life on our world could be.”
“And you changed it?”
“I can take little responsibility for what Tanis has become. All our citizens have shared in the work. We established new laws, expelled the worst of the Bloodlords and freed the serfs, giving them the choice of whether to remain under a new regime based on equality, or go their own way in freedom.”
“How many stayed?”
“Most chose to take a chance with us.”
“And the Opiri? Did they agree to abide by your new laws and give up their Households?”
“Those who did not were quickly removed from the city.”
“But you’ve still got former serfs living with their former masters.”
“We have many immigrants from other Citadels and Enclaves, people who have no experience of Tanis as it was.” Her eyes were bright and earnest. “There is safety here. Safety we must maintain.” She stroked his arm. “I see more than one man in you, Daniel. You are an enigma. I think you pretend to be a fearful and defiant serf now, but that is not what you were when we first met. Whatever the purpose of this act, it is unnecessary...unless, of course, you mean us ill. And I do not believe you do.”
If she had been any other woman, human or Opiri, Daniel would have interpreted her lingering touches as an invitation. But he already knew better, even if his body continued to react as if she might invite him to her bed as a willing partner.
Manipulation. Deception. She was as controlling as any Bloodmistress with dozens of serfs at her command.
Once again he shut down his body’s response. “You will still hold me here,” he said, “whether you believe it or not.”
“I would understand your true nature, Daniel, and your reason for coming to Tanis.”
“I’ve given my reason.”
“Yet now you doubt that what you sought is real, simply because you were brought in for questioning.” She lifted his chin with her soft hand. “I do not expect you to understand this all at once. But if your hope brought you here, it will help you to see with new eyes, and leave behind your old habits of servitude. If you choose to stay.”
“When you haven’t even decided whether or not to make me leave?”
Isis sighed and shook her head. “You are in need of fresh clothing, a good meal and rest. We shall discuss these matters in greater detail at another time.” She let her hand drift down his arm. “Let me show you to your quarters here at the Center. When you have been cleared, you will be given a tour of the city and time enough to see what we have to offer. Then you shall be granted a chance to apply for citizenship...if that is what you desire.”
He dropped the mask completely and straightened, glad to shed the false weight of fear and submission. “And what is the price?” he asked.
“As you must know,” she said, “every citizen is expected to do his or her part, human or Opiri.”
“Humans have to give blood,” he said.
“Willingly,” she said. “But you must have known that.” She tapped on the door, and the guards opened it.
“I will take Daniel myself,” she said.
The guards’ faces tightened with worry, but they made no protest. Isis, Daniel thought, had them in the palm of her hand.
He followed her along the corridor to a door at the rear of the building. A second, smaller building stood on the other side of a narrow garden. Summer flowers nodded gently in the breeze left by Isis’s passing as if they, too, offered obeisance.
“These are the visitor’s quarters,” she said. “They are used only until the prospective citizen has been properly introduced to the city and is assigned a permanent residence. I hope you will find your room comfortable.”
The room she indicated was near the back of the building. She opened the locked door with a key hidden somewhere among her robes and invited him inside.
It was more or less what Daniel had expected: a bed, a small table, two chairs, a small chest with a lamp. An inner door led to a bathroom. There were no windows.
A thread of real panic worked its way through Daniel’s gut. He hated small, windowless rooms. He hated being a prisoner. But he’d known it might come to this, and so he stepped inside.
“I will see that food and drink are brought immediately,” Isis said. “Clothes will come after I report the sizes you require.” She looked him up and down with a faint smile. “I think I have already made an accurate estimate.”
An intensely physical tension rose between them as Daniel realized that she had been as fully aware of his body as he had been of hers.
Her smile faltered, and he had the sense that she was startled by the change in the air, as if she had suddenly lost the use of a tool she had wielded with ease all her life.
What would she do, Daniel thought, if he let her see just how little under her influence he really was?
She must have seen something in his eyes that alarmed her, for she looked away and backed toward the door. “I will speak to you again soon,” she said. “Rest well, Daniel.”
In a moment she was gone, and the door lock engaged. Daniel sat down on the bed and stripped off his boots, dirty shirt and pants, trying to distract his thoughts from Isis and the sense of walls closing in around him. He stepped into the shower and imagined that the water was washing away the memories, but they were never far from his thoughts. Part of him still lived in that tiny, dirty cell Lord Palemon had kept him in when Daniel wasn’t being used or punished for defiance. Even his good years with Ares and his time in Avalon and Delos hadn’t erased that cell from his mind.
When he walked out of the bathroom, Isis was standing by the door. A tray of food and a pitcher of water lay on the table, but Daniel barely noticed them. Isis wet her lips and stared at him, and his body reacted exactly as it had before. This time there was no concealing it.
“I am flattered,” Isis said huskily.
“It’s no less than you expect from any man who comes near you,” he said.
Her brows drew down. “You are discourteous, Daniel.”
“And you aren’t used to discourtesy, are you? You don’t have to order anyone to get what you want.”
Her dark eyes sparked with anger, bringing out the deep purple lurking within them, and Daniel laughed inwardly. She wasn’t so different from the Opiri he’d known in Erebus, or even some of those he’d met outside in the colonies. She summoned respect, even if she didn’t acknowledge it.
“You’re a Bloodmistress,” Daniel said bluntly. “You were born to influence others.”
He was surprised to see distress in her expression. “What do you know of it?”
“Do you deny it?” he demanded.
She wrapped her arms around her chest and shivered. “You are wrong.”
“A pity you never had a chance to own another intelligent being,” Daniel said. “Then you could have had absolute power.”
“I do not want it!” She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white against her golden skin. “You do not know me. You see only what you wish to see.”
“Then you do deny it, in spite of all the bows and smiles and deference everyone shows you, as if you were the goddess your name implies.”
“I made no attempt to influence you,” she insisted, her golden skin turning pale.
“Maybe not consciously,” he said, relenting a little, “but instinctively. Because you are what you are.”
“That is truly what you think of me?”
“We’re strangers,” he said. “What should I think?”
To his astonishment, she worked at the fastenings of her robes, and they fell like water to her feet. Beneath them she was naked. And breathtaking. Her body was sweetly curved, full-breasted and hipped, her legs shapely and strong, her waist supple.
“You cannot abide losing control, Daniel,” she said. “That is your rebellion against your old life. Now I give you a choice. You may prove to yourself that I cannot influence you...because I want you, and I will do nothing to make you want me.”
Chapter 3 (#ulink_aac63888-2bc4-5f2d-a47c-e3c4f961ac6a)
Lust shone in Daniel’s pale blue eyes, but he made no move toward Isis.
He was disciplined, she thought. Disciplined and proud, yet willing to set aside his pride to play the serf if he thought it was to his benefit.
But he had also accused her of trying to dominate others with her influence. Surely that could not be true; she had sworn to give up such power long ago.
At the moment, Daniel had all the power. Dangerous was the word that kept coming to mind, even though he was still a prisoner. His body fascinated her; every part of him was whipcord muscle and lean grace, like one of the wildcats that roamed the wilderness. His skin had been bronzed by exposure to the sun, and his eyes were bright and keen in his tanned, handsome face.
She had never met a human who had such an effect on her, not in all her long years of life, though she had known thousands upon thousands of men; men who had worshipped her as a goddess, laying gifts at her feet, willing to serve her in any way she desired.
This man would never serve her. There was a hardness in him, scars she could feel but not see, experiences she could only imagine in spite of her time spent with former serfs. She had always been able to sense what lay in human hearts, had regarded them with sympathy and pity. But Daniel...
He would reject her pity, her sympathy, and any offer to guide him as she did the thousands she had sworn to protect. And still she reacted to his proximity as if she were a starving Opir in the presence of fresh, pumping blood.
How could it be that she should desire a man who was not only a stranger to the city, but an utter enigma to her? How could her body betray her so cruelly? What had she meant to prove by stripping herself and standing before him, a living offering to one who could so easily disdain her?
“Enough of these games,” Daniel said in a husky voice, his gaze never leaving hers. The back of her neck prickled as he drew closer. His steps were nearly as silent as an Opir’s, his stride loose and easy.
But he was no more relaxed than she was. The physical evidence of his desire had not abated, and his nearness stiffened her nipples and brought her to aching readiness.
“What do you want, Isis?” he murmured. “What are you hoping to gain from this? Are you hungry for blood that doesn’t come from a storage unit? Or do you think you’ll learn something about me you can’t get any other way?”
