An ugly ripple of disquiet passed over the ship. Sturmhond’s crew were sizing up the Grisha, and their expressions were not friendly. Genya had a hand pressed over her mouth, but she did not say a word.
“Give the tracker some time,” Sturmhond said quietly. “A week. At least a few days. ”
The Darkling slid his fingers up my arm, pushing back my sleeve to reveal bare white flesh. “Shall I start with her arm?” he asked. He dropped the sleeve, then brushed his knuckles over my cheek. “Or with her face?” He nodded to Ivan. “Hold her. ”
Ivan clasped the back of my head. The Darkling lifted the knife. I saw it glittering from the corner of my eye. I tried to cringe back, but Ivan held me in place. The blade met my cheek. I sucked in a frightened breath.
“Stop!” Mal shouted.
The Darkling waited.
“I … I can do it. ”
“Mal, no,” I said with more courage than I felt.
Mal swallowed and said, “Tack southwest. Back the way we came. ”
I stayed very still. Had he seen something? Or was he just trying to keep me from getting hurt?
The Darkling cocked his head to one side and studied him. “I think you know better than to play games with me, tracker. ”
Mal gave a sharp nod. “I can do it. I can find it. Just … just give me time. ”
The Darkling sheathed his knife. I exhaled slowly and tried to suppress a shiver.
“You have a week,” he said, turning away and disappearing into the hatch. “Bring her,” he called to Ivan.
“Mal—” I began as Ivan grasped my arm.
Mal lifted his bound hands, reaching for me. His fingers grazed mine briefly, then Ivan was hauling me back toward the hatch.
My mind was racing as we descended into the dank belly of the ship. I stumbled along behind Ivan, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. The Darkling had said that he wouldn’t harm Mal as long as he needed him. I’d assumed he just meant to use him to keep me in line, but now it was clear there was more to it than that. Did Mal really think he could find the sea whip, or was he stalling for time? I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be true. I didn’t savor the idea of being tortured, but what if we did find the ice dragon? What would a second amplifier mean?
Ivan pulled me into a spacious cabin that looked like the captain’s quarters. Sturmhond must have been squeezed in with the rest of his crew. A bed wa
s pushed into one corner, and the deeply curved aft wall was studded with a row of thick-paned windows. They shed watery light on a desk behind which the Darkling seated himself.
Ivan bowed and darted from the room, closing the door behind him.
“He can’t wait to get away from you,” I said, hovering by the door. “He’s afraid of what you’ve become. They all are. ”
“Do you fear me, Alina?”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
The Darkling shrugged. “Fear is a powerful ally,” he said. “And loyal. ”
He was watching me in that cold, assessing way that always made me feel as if he were reading me like words on a page, his fingers moving over the text, gleaning some secret knowledge that I could only guess at. I tried not to fidget, but the irons at my wrists chafed.
“I’d like to free you,” he said quietly.
“Free me, flay me. So many options. ” I could still feel the press of his knife at my cheek.
He sighed. “It was a threat, Alina. It accomplished what it needed to. ”
“So you wouldn’t have cut me?”
“I didn’t say that. ” His voice was pleasant and matter-of-fact, as always. He might have been threatening to carve me up or ordering his dinner.
In the dim light, I could just make out the fine traces of his scars. I knew I should stay quiet, force him to speak first, but my curiosity was too great.
“How did you survive?”
He ran his hand over the sharp line of his jaw. “It seems the volcra did not care for the taste of my flesh,” he said, almost idly. “Have you ever noticed that they do not feed on each other?”
I shuddered. They were his creations, just like the thing that had buried its teeth in my shoulder. The skin there still pulsed. “Like calls to like. ”
“It’s not an experience I’d care to repeat. I’ve had my fill of the volcra’s mercy. And yours. ”
I crossed the room, coming to stand before the desk. “Then why give me a second amplifier?” I asked desperately, grasping for an argument that would somehow make him see sense. “In case you’ve forgotten, I tried to kill you. ”
“And failed. ”
“Here’s to second chances. Why make me stronger?”
Again, he shrugged. “Without Morozova’s amplifiers, Ravka is lost. You were meant to have them, just as I was meant to rule. It can be no other way. ”
“How convenient for you. ”
He leaned back and folded his arms. “You have been anything but convenient, Alina. ”
“You can’t combine amplifiers. All the books say the same thing—”
“Not all the books. ”
I wanted to scream in frustration. “Baghra warned me. She said you were arrogant, blinded by ambition. ”
“Did she now?” His voice was ice. “And what other treason did she whisper in your ear?”
“That she loved you,” I said angrily. “That she believed you could be redeemed. ”
He looked away then, but not before I saw the flash of pain on his face. What had he done to her? And what had it cost him?