Bright We Burn (The Conqueror's Saga 3) - Page 48

She nodded companionably to a passing Janissary, then turned a corner around a cluster of tents and stopped cold.

He never learned. In front of her was a glorious tent, taller and grander than any others in the camp. Mehmed’s name was actually written on it in the form of his flags and banners hanging slack in the still night air.

Lada walked around back, past the Janissaries standing guard at the tent’s entrance. With a spinning sense of history repeating itself, she pulled out a knife and slit the silken material to create her own door. Then she slipped inside.

Mehmed was sitting at a desk with his back to her. A few steps. Her knife. The end of the Ottoman campaign in Wallachia. Perhaps the end of Ottoman dominance entirely as they were plunged into a question of succession.

“You never learn,” she said. “I have killed you again.”

Mehmed tensed. Then he turned with a smile. He held a dagger, too. “You are late. I have been expecting you every night since I crossed the Danube.”

For a few moments Lada stood, poised on the brink of violence. Then she stepped past Mehmed and sank down onto one of his red silk pillows, stretching out her legs on the floor. Her boots got mud on his rich carpet. “I have been rather busy. Things to do. Empires to fight. Summer holidays to plan.”

“Am I such a low priority, then? That hurts my pride.”

He finally stood, his movements slow and measured as though she would spook—or attack—and sat across from her. He grabbed one of her boots and tugged it off. He tapped the knife she wore hidden at her ankle, then tugged the other boot off. He shook his head, tracing that ankle sheath, too. “Both sides?”

“I like to be prepared.”

“I know.” Mehmed removed her wool socks, knitted for her by Oana, and began kneading her feet. She could not imagine him doing this with—for—anyone else. Certainly not any of the women in his harem. They existed to serve him.

“I want you out of my country,” Lada said, not taking her eyes off him.

He smiled, as dark and secret as the night. “Then why did you invite me here?”

“I did no such thing.”

“Lada.” He moved past her feet, rubbing her tight calves. “You sent me men in boxes and an entire vassal state in turmoil. From you, that is practically courtship.”

Lada laughed. She did not want to. She had not come here to be with him. But in spite of their history, in spite of his betrayals, he was…Mehmed. Her Mehmed. She had known as soon as she entered the tent she would not kill him. Even though she really should have, if she believed in what she had set out to do.

She lifted a foot and put it against his chest, shoving him away. “You idiot. I should kill you.”

He leaned back on his elbows. “Probably. And I should call my men in here and have you arrested. But I do not want to do that.” His gaze on her was far more tender and intimate than his fingers had ever been. Lada felt it through her whole body. “I want you to come back with me.”

“I never will.”

Mehmed sighed. “I know. But I keep pretending to myself there is a way. To get you back. To be together. I have only ever wanted you.”

“You have wanted a tremendous amount more than me.”

Mehmed’s grin was sharp and wicked like her knives, and just as familiar. “That is true. But I also want you.”

“Yes, now that you have everything else you set out to gain.” Lada pulled her legs beneath her, scooting closer to him. “Is it what you hoped? Constantinople?”

“It is more.” Mehmed paused, his expression turning wistful and forlorn. “And less, at the same

time.”

Lada touched a corner of Mehmed’s mouth. “I understand.” It was a hard thing, setting a lofty goal and achieving it, only to realize on the other side that the work had just begun.

“I think only you could understand me. And you? You have your country.”

“Says the man with an army camped in reach of my capital.”

“You know I had no other choice.”

Lada traced one finger over Mehmed’s bottom lip, then down his chin and neck to his chest. She jabbed it there, hard enough to hurt. “You always have other choices. And you never choose my side.”

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