“No,” I answered.

  I headed towards the main road, leaving the specter of my past cursing my name.

  “You ’t just leave me! I’m dying, Malvia!” he yelled.

  To my annoyance, a few people ireet were notig the noise. I could not be seen in Golvar’s pany. I could not have him callihat name. Word would travel, and I’d spent too much time severing those links.

  I didn’t question how Golvar knew about my neearance. Versalicci would know no matter what I did, and of course he’d tell Golvar.

  I turned around, looking him over. He’d aged terribly in the past five years. Lines on his face had deepened. One eye had gone dim while the other still burhat same sickly green. His beard was going white, and he’d started shaving his head.

  “No, you’re not. Take five mio bandage your wounds. I don’t see anything near a critical an, and if you staunch the bleeding, you’ll live. Then you limp out of my life, Golvar.”

  “I’m being chased, yant little angel. Is this any way to respect your old teacher?”

  “If you taught me anything to be proud of, I would respect you.” And that was avoiding the idea that this wasn’t what it seemed. With Golvar and associates, trusting your eyes would always be a mistake. “You still w with Versalicci, I take it? It seems to have finally caught up with you. I thought you smart enough to leave him long ago.”

  “He made you what you are, Malvia. You want to cross the Lord of the Underground?”

  My eye twitched. “Stop using that name, or I will make it so you ’t utter it. I go by Fara now.”

  “You don’t help me, everyone is going to know that name. You owe him, Malvia.”

  “I don’t owe any allegiao him, you, or aween you two,” I said. “I left that life for a reason, and when he couldn’t take hints, I left injured flunkies. He’s been paid back for what I owe him. If he takes issue with the amount, maybe he should start residering what he did.”

  “Either you get me somewhere safe, or I start screeg,” Golvar said. “Everyone in a quarter mile is going to think you’re here with me. People will take that to the watch. You think they won’t seize on that?”

  I sidered just killing him. Take a few steps back, grasp the wounded man by the throat, and force-feed him a vial. A potent poison, it’d render him pliant for a time. Lead him to an isoted spot, wait for him to expire, then leave.

  A horrible death, but I’d seen Golvar cut the throats of people for much, much less. Sometimes just to make a point to someone else in the anization.

  Even with all his wounds, the expression on Golvar's face was defiant as I got closer. And as I got closer, I realized I couldn’t kill him. It wasn’t any lingering affe. If I was the st person around him before his disappearahe news would travel. Not to the watch, but defio Versalicci. My other options were even more public, running from spitting to running him through on the spot.

  Another reason as well. Old advice I'd sidered worth keepie its source. When you fe a mask, and wear it, you must bee it. Whether you want to be that mask or not. Anything less and it's no longer a mask, Malvia.

  Katheryn Fara didn't kill people ireet for nothing worse than verbal threats.

  My hand shifted from one pocket to the other, pulling a small stoppered bottle out.

  “Drink that. It’ll hasten the clotting and give you some of your energy back. We’ll get you bay pce first, then we discuss what exactly you’ve dragged me into.”

  Golvar frowned, unst the healing draught and sniffing at it suspiciously.

  “This is the best you’ve got? I’ve seen you whip up things that cause wounds to stitch themselves up.”

  “When I’m aware I’ll be needing them. Which is not usually on a busirip. You’ll have to make do with the draught I’ve offered unless you think you make it a few streets without bleeding out?”

  I did have two more powerful potions hidden in my coat, but those were for my personal use or for people who deserved them. Golvar definitely did not t as the tter. They were difficult to make, sidering they were essentially direless magic that o sew wounds and repair ans. They were the only two I owned and was likely to own for the foreseeable future.

  Golvar took a sip of the mixture and almost immediately began coughing.

  “The ehing, Golvar, unless you want its effects to be a half-measure. I’d ask you not to do anything strenuous, but I know that’s not going to be the case. Follow me.”

  I’d already taken a half-dozen steps out of the alleyway befolvar fihe potion and followed me out. By the time he caught up, his color had improved slightly. I hadn’t focused on it before, but he’d scooped a rge parcel off the ground and under his arms.

  “That’s Versalicci’s package?”

  “Thought you just said you didn’t want to be involved? Don’t ask questions if you want that to be the case.”

  “You’ve already gotten me involved in this, Golvar. I should at least know what I’m risking my life to protect.”

  “Your horns, teeth, tail, everything that used to be part of you. Not those dainty repts you’ve used since you’ve remade yourself into a little human pying at an infernal,” He spat at me in t.

  “I have no idea what you could possibly be saying,” I replied.

  That was mainly for the be of aill in earshot. I’d attracted attention after leaving the Hells' Own, this well-dressed. I’d still eventually slipped into the crowd. Now? With a blood-streaked member of one of the Quarter’s most notorious gangs by my side? Everyone’s eyes were on me as people were sure to give me a wide berth.

  “Cut your to for being a liar, if you haven’t done so already. What’s yame now, being some rich human’s fetish? Maybe you should see your dear-”

  Golvar stilled. While he’d unched into his irade in t, I’d moved a hand to grab his wrist, c the artery. The muscles in his face tensed, pushing at the skin.

  F this hurt in a way that made fire trace up my own veins as my magik deep into his body. F a ge on anyone hurt me and usually was near impossible if they weren’t willing, but Golvar still wore the face I’d made for him. Something about it felt different, but the structure remaihe same.

  Blood began to leak out of the scars on his face, traveling down to his . The ring in his nose shifted as cartige shifted. The light in his good eye dimmed.

  “Golvar, you weren’t about to finish that sentence, were you? At least not in the way I suspect you were sidering. Because if you were, I might suddenly start experimenting with how far I twist those muscles in your face. We test how far until they start snapping apart, not to mention what I’ll do to the skin. I’m going to let go now.”

  I pulled my hand back, and Golvar colpsed, hands on knees. A stream of something spilled out of his mouth.

  “No more ents about me being soft or insinuating I’m sleeping with a human. In fao more insinuating I’m sleeping with anyone for money or status. Oh, and ions of my family from your mouth. Iurn, I won’t ask about what’s inside your box. Do we have an agreement?”

  Golvar coughed something onto the ground. “Sure. Just please stop talking like you’re some pampered rose off Bullon Street.”

  “No promises. Learned methods of speaking die hard. e on. If people are after you, we probably just let them know we are here.”

  If people had been giving us a wide berth before, they were trying to fiirely different streets to be on now. No time for the long route; I’d just have to hope Versalicci’s ill inspired enough fear to keep the angs in check. I strode forward, making for the alleyway, Gavlor following behind as quickly as he could manage.

  The alleyway cleared quickly, and the destitute moved out of our way as we passed. The pce smelled of desperatioh, and refuse of many different kinds—literally si every p the Infernal Quarter was ected to a submerged sewer.

  “Would you slow the fuck down?” Golvar yelled after me in t.

  I sighed, slowing just a bit. Holy, I o anyway. I was risking ripping the dress. It had been bought from a human and didn’t work as well with digitigrade legs.

  “You aren’t getting another potion. The first was more than suffit to keep you moving faster than that hobble.”

  “You tried to rip my damn face off. Give me a moment to breathe and feel normal? Half a minute, and I’ll be running faster than any copper or thief catcher iy.”

  “Fine, precisely half a minute for you to catch your breath.”

  Golvar took several rasping deep breaths, the bleeding from his old scars stopping as the residual effey potion closed them back up. His eye stared at me, still glowing that same sickly green. He probed all over his face with his hands, feeling for any damage.

  “There better not be any perma damage,” he said, prodding right uhe gring green orb.

  “There won’t be. I know my craft. Everything fell bato pce when I let go of you.”

  It had taken effort te for that. Something had felt off as I’d forced parts of it to move, and I realized what it was. Another Sculptor’s work.

  “You’ve had someone else work on it, but you chose not to ge it. I would have thought you’d do so just to avoid an arrest at some point, Golvar.”

  “Not too many people as talented as you, and that’s not me blowing smoke up your arse. Versalicci had Mortav take over on Sculpting ever since you left.”

  A giggle escaped my lips. “I’m sorry, Mortav? That pyromancer kid who burhe warehouse on old Gibbon Street down trying to get a rat? He made him the new Sculptor?”

  “Weren’t a whole lot left after the raids on the underground. Others have gotten snatched up. He’s half det at it, I just don’t want his and your work g in some way that makes me look like I dipped my fa the Vathes.”

  A fair enough on his part. Having a Sculptor who wasn’t that skilled work on something already modified by another Sculptor had a high ce of resulting in the w being ruined in one way or another. Sometimes, even by the work tearing itself apart.

  Editing perma Sculptures was already tricky, and even if it was your own work, it was likely to backfire. That was why I relied on temporary ohey were more expe less likely to be a problem if the same parts of me o be sculpted multiple times.

  At least in terms of etic Sculpts.

  “Anyone else still alive from that far back?”

  “Thought you wao leave those days behind you?”

  “I…” Why was I asking this? I had left that life behind and had wouhose sent to try and draw me bato it. “Idle curiosity. The only ones I know of are the ones you sent after me.”

  “How about you e into the ir again, see who lived and who died,” Golvar sneered. “Have a few pints, reminis how you fug deserted after the raids and practically pissed on us.”

  How much would my veins burn to make his lips tear themselves to shreds? Probably too much.

  “To business, then. You said you were pursued. I don’t suppose you saw enough to identify them?”

  “Humans aren’t that on here, Malvia, you should know that. You still live here.”

  Ah. They knew where I currently lived. I had not been anywhere near careful enough in keeping hidden from Versalicci. At least I had more of my wits about me than Golvar, uhis was an attempt at intimidation.

  “Indulge me. Full descriptions, if you could.”

  “Six of them, big ones. No work was done on them, not even etic. Think they’re part of some crappy gang from the docks that calls themselves the Pure-bloods. No gunk in their veins, no sorcery in their bodies, no tainted blood from any other race. Usual suspects are the big ohey hate. Us, the Orcs, dwarves, the Keltish, the Vertamie. You ’t be a member if you have red hair. They think it’s a sign you have Keltish blood in you. Bunch of crazy lunatics.”

  That was an iing way of describing them from a member of what I would also call a bunch of crazy lunatics. Versalicci himself had never enced it, but I’d seen more than a few initiates given the boots for not looking suffitly demonic. Tails too short, horns too small, hooves not big enough.

  “Ahese six humans, without anything besides what they were born with, mao get the drop on you? You couldn’t even nd a single blow iurn?” I asked.

  “Don’t make it sound like that! I was at the surface level underground in the old sewer tunnels. No one goes there, you know that. Nothing worth killing, nothing wuarding. I was taking this back, then they came out of nowhere and started stabbing me. One had a top hat, others had dockw uniforms. Low-css thugs, the lot of them. I’d have torhroats out if it had been in the open.”

  “Oh, most certainly,” I replied sardonically. His scowl deepened but he said nothing more.

  We’d made it out of one alley, across a street, and into another. Soon, we’d be nearing the old Halspus Cathedral ruins, an excellent pce to y loerhaps put another potion into Golvar. The ces of people disturbing us were low. Humans didn’t like venturing near where the Hell’s invasion had started.

  Infernals? We didn’t like being near a pce that set us on fire for stepping foot inside.

  Golvar himself was showing signs of faltering. Despite that half-minute, his breathing was quick, sweat covered him, and blood began to leak from those old scars once again. We’d o stop.

  ***

  “They must have been some of the most unskilled assaints in the history to kill people,” I said.

  I was examining Golvar's wounds among the cathedral ruins. A slight itg crawled ay skin this close, but still no sign of the divine about to smite me.

  The chapel was mostly deserted, as per usual. A few people who lived in the surroundis watched with no real excitement or curiosity. You only rented here if you were worn down enough to risk dying from holy fire.

  The only lively people here were a group of teens across from the outskirts of the chapel we’d holed up in. Occupying much of the lower te, most of them watched us, pying at ag tough with the rusty khey wielded. The occasional jeer or taunt was tossed our way from that dire.

  Youths busy taking the first taste of what might be their future. A path I knew a bit too well. They kept a respectful distaer Golvar had dispyed the insignia carved into his flesh. They didn’t want to cross Versalicci.

  “You got lucky. They successfully avoided hitting most of yans. Did they give any signs of keeping you alive?”

  Golvar shook his head, his uch improved. The sed potion had been much more potent than the first, but it’d been necessary. Improving the clotting wouldn’t have been enough. If I hadn’t used the sed, he’d have bled out well before any safe pce to drop him off. Now I was using thread and needle to sew the worst of it up.

  “Nah. Low-css thugs, Malvia. Like I said before, they wouldn’t know how to keep me alive even if they wao. It's just luck at work for me.”

  I doubted he had that much luck. I was about to start on aab wound when a shadow passed over me, followed by a gust of wind.

  I looked up to see the same scaled creature as before passing ahead, wings beating as it flew by.

  The wind blew my hair out, sending the dark brown locks I kept them in flying all over as the drake flew ahead. Each beat of their wings sent winds scattering into the Infernal Quarter, sending smaller items flying through the air. I pushed my skirt down as the gusts passed through. Golvar swore as he grasped his package, holding it to the ground.

  As the drake banked left, I saw a distinct silhouette on their back. A rider? A drake and a rider was a rare sight.

  I stared at the drake as they and their rider turned again, then flew out of the quarter. “How important is that package you are carrying?”

  “Not that important. It’s not reted.” Golvar said, putting it on some rocks behind him as the drake flew out of sight.

  “It better not be. I’m stig my neck out for you enough as is.”

  Golvar suddenly yelled, getting off the rubble he was sitting on. My needle lodged into his skin as he rammed into me, howling curses.

  Rocks dug into me as I fell back. I shed out, and my hoof barely missed his leg as he ran forward.

  “Put that the fuck down, you little shit!”

  One of the street youths ran back, fear in his eyes. Behind him, the package for Versalicci y on the ground. Golvar had put it on the rubble before I started looking him over.

  I got up off the rubble, feeling my ba spots where the rocks had dug in. The dress robably cut as well.

  “Reputation isn’t all it used to be, I see.” Enough for them to wait till we were busy to try and steal the package.

  “Lousy little punk.” Both hands ed around it, Golvar carried the package back towards the rubble. “It still is all it used to be. Some people just o be taught a lesson.”

  I kept my expressioral. His tone was one I knew well. Those teenagers better make themselves scarce by the end of today.

  “I want my needle back. I’m going to have to redo that e.”

  Golvar didn’t respond. He was focused on what had just rouhe er.

  Six humans strutted towards the chapel. Their clothes were, for the most part, those you’d expect from lower-css borers, with the exception of a gigantic top hat on the one leading. Ungroomed facial hair and eyes that looked around with evident pt. They carried themselves like upper crust, thick, heavy es tapping against the ground as they moved toward us.

  It wasn’t unon for humans to walk the Infernal Quarter, but this deep inside? Unless some crime lord had gotten very bold, they were here for another reason. They also had the dried blood on their sleeves, which hi the gang Golvar had mentioned.

  Oh, and there were six of them as well. I didn't doubt who they were, but just in case I turo Golvar.

  “Them?” I whispered to Golvar.

  He nodded nervously. His skin had gone as pale as it had been in the alley. Was he afraid of them? I hadn’t thought the bravado from before false.

  “You got beat up by es? For shame, Golvar.”

  “Shut up. They’re carrying knives. Don’t be an idiot.”

  It was no use hiding. They were already heading our way. Now that they were closer, I could see they were all easily over six feet. That would make this harder. My body was currently only a few inches over five feet and didn’t particurly look strong with all that dispced mass forced into denser forms.

  Looks would be deceiving in that regard, but I didn’t want them deceived, I wahem intimidated.

  “Gentlemen,” I announced. “Seeing as you are approag me with what I only describe as hostile i, I wish to inform you I am both an Alchemist and a Sculptor before anyone is tempted into any unpleasantness.”

  Their march towards us slowed but didn’t stop. This might not need violence, but it didn’t look good.

  I kept one hand casually on my saber, the other inside my coat. There were pockets on the upper interior left. I just o open the alchemically treated fps, and I had a vial in my hands. By then, the gang had caught up with us.

  The oh the Top Hat lead was the first to speak.

  “This ain’t gotta result in too much violence, hellspawn,” he said, an unfriendly grin splitting his face. “Even if you are what you say, I don’t want you. I want the green-skinned devil. We finish this, you head back to whatever you were doing.”

  All the other Infernals, including the street kids had disappeared. So much for racial solidarity.

  “You betray me, they’ll put a dagger in you before you’ve fiurning around,” Golvar said in a whisper.

  “That’d be the most merciful result,” I replied. “Do you think I’ve got no clue in my head?”

  His expression answered that much, and I sighed before fag the gang leaders, smiling my frie smile.

  “Gentlemen, please, we don’t have to do this. I’m sure whatever my friend here did to offend you, it’s not worth risking anyone’s life over-”

  “Fuegotiating with the hellspawn, Eric. Get her!” a thug with a red scarf yelled, and they came at us like a wave, Top Hat in the lead.