Chapter 357: Game Preparation III
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She did not falter. She merely breathed slower and kept moving.
Bat Bat rode one of the roof beams. Vera and Vela ghosted along opposite flanks, their presence so smooth that Lily kept losing sight of one just as she found the other.
Sekhmet led them toward a district Raka’s men had marked earlier that day. Not an Iron House position. A criminal nest. One of the worst kinds. Men who bought stolen workers, moved debt flesh, and sold people into slavery that had no family. Useful targets. Bad enough to die. Worse enough to feed from if needed.
They stopped on a roof above the alley mouth.
Sekhmet looked down.
Three men outside the lower house door. One smoking. One half asleep with a blade across his lap. One awake enough to matter. Inside, more movement. Seven by heartbeat. Two women crying. One child trying not to.
Lily felt it too. Her mouth tightened. No softness where softness would be filth.
Sekhmet looked at her. "What do you smell?"
She closed her eyes for one breath.
"Sweat. Fear. Blood. Old rope. Men who are used to doing bad things."
That was not the scent language exactly. More blood instinct translated into thought.
"Good enough."
Sekhmet said aloud, very quietly, "Tonight you learn to separate hunger from judgment."
Lily nodded.
The strike happened fast.
Vera dropped first, a blade at the throat of the smoking man before the ember even hit the ground. Vela took the half-sleeping one with a hand over the mouth and another at the neck. Bat Bat, to everyone’s surprise including perhaps her own, remained silent as she darted low and smacked the third man in the face hard enough to make him stumble into Sekhmet’s descending strike.
The man went down with no second chance.
Inside, the house erupted badly and too late.
Sekhmet and Lily entered first.
The room held cheap rugs, dirty walls, fear, and men who had grown too comfortable in other people’s helplessness. One reached for a crossbow. Lily was on him before she consciously decided to move. Her hand caught his wrist. Her transformed eyes flashed red-gold in the dark. For one second she saw his pulse in his throat and wanted the blood more than she had wanted anything all evening.
Then she remembered the crying women against the wall.
Time for Judgment.
Her other hand hit his chest very hard.
Too hard for a rank-one girl.
Not too hard for a rank-four Cruoraphim.
The man hit the wall and dropped choking.
Another came with a hooked blade. Sekhmet cut him open cleanly across the forearm, took the weapon hand useless, and kicked him backward into a table.
The twins were already inside, their movements too fast for the room to hold. One thug died trying to shout. Another lost the knee he planned to stand on for the rest of his life.
Bat Bat hit one man in the ear and then shrieked so loud he threw his knife at a curtain instead of at Vera. She seemed very proud of this.
The fight lasted less than a minute.
The room afterward smelled of blood, fear, and opened lies.
Sekhmet kept two alive.
One because he looked like he knew routes.
The other because the fear in him had become useful enough to talk before pain began.
The women were cut free. The child was taken to the roof by Vela so he would not see too much more than he already had.
Lily stood in the middle of the room breathing harder than before, blood not her own on one sleeve, eyes brighter now that violence had entered her properly for the first time.
She looked at Sekhmet.
His gaze held hers. "Drink from him."
She looked at the living man under her hand. Then at the crying woman in the corner. Then back. "No."
That mattered.
He stepped closer.
"Why."
"Because he was filth." Her voice had changed slightly in the aftermath. It was lower. Harsher. "And because if I fed when I wanted, I would be doing it for myself, not for judgment."
That answer pleased Vera. Lily saw it in the slight shift at the corner of the twin’s mouth.
You are learning, that looks said without speech.
A few moments later...
The prisoners were taken. The women were handed toward a safer route through Raka’s lower people. The child clung to Vela and did not want down until the mother reclaimed him below.
Bat Bat was telling the rescued woman that if any man ever tried to cage her again, she should bite first and ask for legality later. Elena would have hated every syllable.
When they finally left the house and moved back across the roofs, the city felt different.
Not because it had changed.
Because Lily had.
She moved more smoothly now. Not entirely settled. But blood, fear, justice, hunger, and control had all touched in the same hour, and she had not lost herself. That mattered.
Bat Bat walked for a while in silence before finally saying, "That was excellent."
Vera said, "You screamed in a man’s ear."
"It was tactically valuable."
"It was loud."
"It was spiritually correct."
Vela actually laughed, very softly.
That startled Lily more than the scream had.
They reached Dawn House after some time, entered through the side inner path, and came back into the house carrying fresh dust, light blood smell, and the sharpness that only comes after violence and survival.
Elena met them in the inner hall because of course she did.
Her eyes moved over all of them once.
"No one died."
Bat Bat lifted a finger. "A few people died."
Elena looked at her.
Bat Bat lowered the finger. "I mean us."
"Good," Elena said.
That was both praise and dismissal.
The maids who had waited up pretending not to wait all noticed Lily first. The blood on her sleeve. The brighter eyes. The way she walked close to Sekhmet now not only from affection but from blood-bonded habits after the hunt. Their expressions shifted in tiny private ways that would have been almost invisible to anyone not trained to see female hierarchy forming.
And Lily saw it.
More importantly, Vera and Vela saw it too.
Not a challenge. It was recognition.
This mattered.
Later, when the house had quieted further and the wounds had been cleaned and the prisoners properly hidden and Bat Bat had been forced by Elena to recount the mission in ’ordered sentences that do not begin with I was amazing,’ the smaller moment came.
It happened in the upper hall near Sekhmet’s room.
Vera and Vela had stopped there after reporting. Bat Bat lingered because lingering near important emotional moments was apparently one of her many private callings. Lily stood near Sekhmet, not touching him, but no longer uncertain about where she stood.
The twins looked at her.
Lily looked back.
Then, before doubt could make the sentence awkward, she said it.
"I am the first wife."
The hall went still. Bat Bat’s mouth opened into perfect delight. Vera’s brow lifted. Vela’s expression softened by half a degree.
Sekhmet turned his head and looked at Lily.
She did not look away. No trembling. No giggling. No false sweetness. Only a calm claim made after blood, marriage, danger, and shared night.
Bat Bat whispered, "This is excellent."
No one told her to shut up because they were all too interested in what came next.
Vera was the first to respond.
"Yes," she said.
Simple. Clean. Not wounded. Not bitter. Just the truth.
Vela nodded beside her. "You are."
That mattered more than any ceremony.
Lily let one quiet breath out.
Sekhmet watched all of them and said nothing because this was not a matter men should make clumsy. Not when the women involved were handling it with more grace than most houses managed in years.
Bat Bat raised one hand. "Then what am I?"
Four people turned to look at her.
She lowered her hand slowly. "I feel I asked too soon."
One of the maids down the corridor made a strangled sound and fled before Bat Bat could decide she needed an answer after all.
The night held them there for a little while longer. Then the house moved on. And so did the first preparation night.
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