Regin played "Low Rider" just as many times. If Kaderin heard that freaking cowbell one more time...
When they'd finally crawled to the base of the mountain, it had seemed there was a parking lot of choppers. But no one could climb faster than Kaderin could, including Regin, so she'd been left behind, happy to guard the snowcat and "rock out."
Kaderin had to keep telling herself that she would pass whoever had already started out. That she hadn't yet was peculiar.
She slammed one of her ice axes harder than she needed to, and it spiked through ice and met rock, sending vibrations up her aching arm and numb fingers.
Focus. She was just thirty or so feet from the highest overhang. Get in, get out. Vodka-laced Russians held her fate in their human hands.
But she was having to work for this one. Though she was only at about twelve thousand feet, the air at the poles was thinner, making it feel like a much higher altitude, and she carried a large, unwieldy pack of diverse gear.
Her secret for winning the Hie all these times? Well, besides merciless brutality to all competitors?
She was always prepared for anything -
A sudden wind howled past the mountain. Katabatic?
She was tossed fully horizontal, gritting her teeth, clinging to her twisting axes.
Sebastian lost his breath when the wind gusted, flinging Kaderin to her side, just below him.
He traced to her in an instant, seizing her coat, but came back to the ledge empty-handed. He tried once more, boomeranging back with nothing.
Only on his third attempt did he snatch her back with him.
She evinced little reaction that he'd traced her - or that he was beside her on a different continent at the bottom of the world.
Her gloved hands still clutched two ice axes, and her sword was sheathed across her stuffed pack. She had wickedly sharp ice cleats attached to her boots, the front spikes jutting like a rattlesnake's fangs.
When the wind died a second later, she briefly looked heavenward. "I had that."
"Maybe." His chest was heaving, and he hadn't shaken his alarm. "Why in the hell couldn't I take you back at first?"
Catching her breath, too, she answered, "I had a good grip on my axes." She stowed them in string loops on the sides of her pack. "Understand, vampire, if I fight you, you can't trace me. I'm far too old, and too strong."
Old and strong? She could not appear less so. He was struck again by how small she was. Standing a foot shorter than he was, she seemed so fragile, and yet she was laden with that pack. She looked as if she'd fall backward under the weight, and he didn't want to let go of her. She was winded from the climb and miserable, and for what reason? None. He could have traced her to this summit in the blink of an eye.
"Why did you fight me?" he demanded. "You were about to fall."
"Only if my axes failed, and I do believe they held out, even when a hulking vampire was yanking at me." Between puffs of breath, she asked, "How'd you get here before me?" But she was already peering around him, demonstrating her true interest. "You were in the Norwegian helicopter, weren't you?"
"I've never been in a helicopter. I traced to you."
"Vampires don't have that ability."
"I do. I thought of you as my destination. It's how I found you at the Hie assembly." Without any more acknowledgment, she began to pass around him, but he stepped in her way. "If you had allowed me to help you, I could have accompanied you here. You could have pointed to the summit and I would have traced you there an instant later."
As he had done with her competitors, in exchange for information about her.
She shrugged. "I like climbing."
"Clearly. You look... invigorated."
At his sarcastic tone, she straightened her hat over her braids, then dropped her hands with a scowl.
He exhaled heavily. I haven't insulted her enough in the last day?
"Move out of the way." She sidled around him, but he blocked her once more. "I don't have time for this."
"No, I have to talk to you. Obviously, you want to win this, for whatever reason. And I want to provide for you whatever you wish for. So, desist, and let me win this for you. You know I will give you the prize at the end." Useless though it might be. He stifled his irritation that she believed in this so blindly.
"Give me?" Her eyes flashed. "The vampire will give me the prize?"
That was probably not an optimal way of phrasing -
"You don't even know enough to know how ridiculous I find your words. I am proud and notoriously malicious, yet you think I'd allow you to make a gift of what I can rightly take?"
Definitely not going as he'd envisioned.
"Now, stand aside. More are ascending as we speak."
If she could be ruthless, he could as well - and he had been prepared to be. "There are no prizes left. I have the last one of the three."
Her lips parted.
"I suspected there might be problems and that I might need leverage. So I traced the siren and a ground dweller to the cavern behind us. Now there is one prize available to you - and it appears you will be accepting it as my gift to you."
Just then, Lucindeya the siren strolled out with her amulet, holding it above her heart. It disappeared. And for a moment, the area smelled of fire and damp woods.
"Thanks, vamp. Remember what I said," she purred, then cast a look of triumph at Kaderin. Lucindeya had confided to him that it would gall Kaderin to be assisted in spots of trouble. He'd assumed the siren simply didn't want a vampire helping her competition, but Lucindeya had said that she would love to see Sebastian win Kaderin, because "nothing would bring down the high and mighty Kaderin like falling for a leech."
She'd sworn to the Lore - which she and the kobold seemed to take very seriously - that the surest way to lose Kaderin would be to help her, especially in a physical contest. So when Sebastian had first discovered Kaderin climbing, he'd had to stop himself from tracing her to the top, though he was sweating with fear for her.
Then he'd seen her flung sideways like a rag doll.
Kaderin eyed the siren, then turned to him. "You'd better hope Cindey doesn't hum you a tune unless you want to be her lapdog."
"Please, Valkyrie," Lucindeya interrupted as she readied for her descent, pulling gear from her pack. "As if I'd even clear my throat to snare a vampire." She flashed a smile up at Sebastian as she hammered her anchor and threaded line. "No offense, vamp." And then she began rappelling down.
Once she was out of sight, Kaderin glanced past him, and her eyes widened. Sebastian turned to spy the kobold shambling down the long ice tunnel, his jaunty whistle echoing along the couloir.