Chapter 565: The Prince's Request

Chapter 565: The Prince's Request

In the time that Alex had known Prince Khalik Behr-Medr, one of his closest friends, it was rare that he had seen him appear in public looking anything but impeccably dressed, groomed and poised. His beard was always perfectly sculpted like hed used a ruler to measure every angle. His plaits were always perfectly braided, and his clothes were rarely anything but immaculate, perfectly clean, washed, and pressed.

The only time Khalik had ever looked worseunless he was in the middle of a battle or a long campaignwas when he was really hungover or exhausted from long nights of studying, or training.

But even then, hed never looked quite this terrible.

Who the hell is this? Alex wondered as he floated down, landing on the sidewalk beside Claygon, Thundar, Khalik and Najyah.

The prince was sitting on a bench with his face in his hands. His hair was dishevelled, his clothes rumpled, and he looked like he hadnt slept in a week.

His eyes were bloodshot when he looked up at Alex.

Khalik? Youokay? Alex asked.

Even Najyah, who usually teased her master, was nuzzling the princes side as though he might drop dead at any second.

He simply groaned.

Whats wrong with him? Alex asked Thundar.

The minotaur shrugged uneasily. Look, I went to pick him up for an early workout and he opened the door looking like this. Havent been able to get two coherent words out of him. Just that he wanted us to get you and Isolde. Thats basically it.

Suddenly, Khalik cursed in Tekish, his bloodshot eyes squeezing shut and his body shuddering as though in great pain. Thundar, Claygon and Alex rushed to his side.

Hey, hey talk to us, man, Alex urged. Whats going on? Are you hurt?

Wait Khalik groaned, his voice cracking. Justwaitwait for Isolde.

Alex looked at Thundar again. Is she on her way?

Yeah, she was out this morning, but we ran into Svenia, the minotaur scratched his head, looking down at Khalik in utter bewilderment. I dont think itll take her long to get here. Svenia said that shed already gone to the Cells early this morning, but shed go get her.

Does she know to meet us here? Alex asked.

I

Suddenly Khalik bent over the side of the bench, retching his guts out over the paving stones.

What the hells! Thundar cried. Whats going on, man? Are you sick?

No, Khalik groaned. He tapped the side of his head. Listen, it is all up here.

Is something attacking your mind? Alex demanded, looking around the street and nearby rooftops. It was still early morning, and hardly anyone was out.

There were no signs of attackers anywhere nearby.

I am not under attack, Khalik insisted. Icannot

Alex and Thundar looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Nothing in Khaliks body language gave any clues as to what he was going through, only that he seemed to be suffering from a high level of anxiety.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

The young man looked like hed just attended his own funeral.

Khalik! Isoldes voice called.

Alex looked up, catching sight of the young noblewoman flying over the rooftops, then descending toward them. I came as quickly as I couldSvenia told me you would all be at Alexs bakery.

Yeah, well we never made it there, said Thundar, snorting twin clouds of steam. Somethings really wrong with Khalik.

I can see that, Isolde said. What is the matterare you and Sinope having troubles?

Khalik looked up at her sharply.

Suddenly, certain memories of the past few months returned to Alex: Khalik and Sinope were spending a lot of happy days together, but now and then, a troubled look would cross the princes face when he was around her.

They would only appear for the briefest of momentstoo brief for him to truly find a pattern in themso hed never thought they were serious enough for him to pry into his friends deepest affairs.

Now, he regretted that he hadnt.

Khalik, if this is about you or Sinope, you can tell us whats happening, he said quickly.

The princes face looked stricken for a moment, but then he shook it off.

With a growl, he pushed himself to his feet and pulled a kerchief from his shirt to wipe his face. He ran his fingers through his beard, straightened his hair, then smoothed his rumpled clothing.

A glint sparked in his eyes as he rose to his full height.

Alexs breath caught.

You dont think hes off doing something stupid, do you? the minotaur asked.

Khalik is one of the wisest among us, Isolde said. I would be shocked if this was something dangerous he decided to face alone out of misplaced pride.

But what in all hells could it be? the minotaur demanded. We could help him with almost anything in his life.

It doesnt matter, Alex said, gulping a shot of whiskey. Hell tell us when hes ready. Im sure of it. I trust him. Well be here for him.

We will, Thundar agreed. I just wish I knew what all of this was about.

Time will tell, Isolde said. And we will know soon.

For better or for worse, Khalik did not appear that night.

Hour until midnight, Thundar reported on the second evening. Im ready to jump out of my skin here.

Yeah, Theresa and Selina are worried too, Alex said.

Iam also worried Claygon said. What ifhe went to do somethingand a hidden enemygot him

The memory of the mana vampire returned; how it had attacked themin that dark alleyway in the city, but Alex shook the memory away.

Isolde grunted, uncharacteristically. You know, perhaps he thought of engaging in something that he knew he could handle on his own, but had the potential to become more complicated and dangerous. But for the life of me, I cannot begin to guess what that could be.

Yeah, Ive got no idea either, Thundar said.

Alex frowned, but said nothing.

Father? Claygon asked. Is there somethingwrong?

I dont know, Alex admitted. I just dont know.

Again, the prince of Tekezash failed to appear that night.

One hour until midnight, Thundar reported, pacing back and forth by their table.

Waves of tension emanated from Claygon.

Isoldes lips were a tight line.

Alex was flexing and unflexing his hands.

None of them had had anything to drink that night.

Thundars mace was in his belt loop at his side, Alexs staff leaned against the side of the booth, and Isoldes dagger shone in its sheath.

The party was prepared for war.

We should have broken our pact, Isolde said. He will not come tonight, and if anything has happened to him, it will be our fault.

It wont be, Alex said.

His life is more valuable than our word, Isolde said. It will be our fault for not investigating when we should have.

No, we trusted Khalikbut that doesnt mean I wont blame myself if something has happened to him. But we listened as he asked us to, because we respect him: all we can do is go looking for him if he doesnt show up.

Well find him, Thundar promised.

No one replied.

The minutes ticked by in the bar, each one feeling like a lifetime. Slowly, other groups left for the night, leaving the cabal alone.

Last call approached.

Midnight approached.

Alexs last nerve was fraying.

And then

He is coming Claygon announced.

Everyone scrambled from their seats as the prince finally appeared with Najyah on his shoulder.

He looked different.

He had changed, and his hands were wrapped in white gauze.

And that gauze was stained with blood.