When had she grown so confrontational? Even as she stood, Vin was amazed at her firm resolve. She crossed the ballroom—checking her black dress briefly as she walked. One of Elend’s companions tapped him on the shoulder, nodding toward Vin. Elend turned, and the other two men withdrew.
“Why, Valette,” he said as she paused in front of him. “I arrived late. I didn’t even know you were here.”
Liar. Of course you knew. Valette wouldn’t miss the Hasting Ball. How to broach it? How to ask? “You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.
“Now, I wouldn’t say that. I’ve just been busy. House issues, you know. Besides, I warned you that I was rude, and …” he trailed off. “Valette? Is everything all right?”
Vin realized she was sniffling slightly, and she felt a tear on her cheek. Idiot! she thought, dabbing her eyes with Lestibournes’s handkerchief. You’ll ruin your makeup!
“Valette, you’re shaking!” Elend said with concern. “Here, let’s go to the balcony and get you some fresh air.”
She let him lead her away from the sounds of music and chattering people, and they stepped into the quiet, dark air. The balcony—one of many jutting from the top of the central Hasting tower—was empty. A single stone lantern stood as part of the railing, and some tastefully placed plants lined the corners.
Mist floated in the air, prevalent as ever, though the balcony was close enough to the keep’s warmth that the mist was weak. Elend didn’t pay any attention to it. He, like most noblemen, considered fear of the mist to be a foolish skaa superstition—which, Vin supposed, was right.
“Now, what is this about?” Elend asked. “I’ll admit, I have been ignoring you. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it, I just … well, it seemed like you were fitting in so well that you didn’t need a troublemaker like me being—”
“Have you ever slept with a skaa woman?” Vin asked.
Elend paused, taken aback. “Is that what this is all about? Who told you this?”
“Have you?” Vin demanded.
Elend paused.
Lord Ruler. It’s true.
“Sit down,” Elend said, fetching her a chair.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Vin said, sitting. “You’ve done it. He was right, you’re all monsters.”
“I …” He laid a hand on Vin’s arm, but she pulled it away, only to feel a teardrop drip down her face and stain her dress. She reached up, wiping her eyes, the handkerchief coming back colored with makeup.
“It happened when I was thirteen,” Elend said quietly. “My father thought it was time that I became ‘a man.’ I didn’t even know they were going to kill the girl afterward, Valette. Honestly, I didn’t.”
“And after that?” she demanded, growing angry. “How many girls have you murdered, Elend Venture?”
“None! Never again, Valette. Not after I found out what had happened that first time.”
“You expect me to believe you?”
“I don’t know,” Elend said. “Look, I know that it’s fashionable for the women of court to label all men brutes, but you have to believe me. We’re not all like that.”
“I was told that you are,” Vin said.
“By whom? Country nobility? Valette, they don’t know us. They’re jealous because we control most of the canal systems—and they might just have a right to be. Their envy doesn’t make us terrible people, however.”
“What percentage?” Vin asked. “How many noblemen do these things?”
“Maybe a third,” Elend said. “I’m not sure. They aren’t the types I spend my time with.”
She wanted to believe him, and that desire should have made her more skeptical. But, looking into those eyes—eyes she had always found so honest—she found herself swayed. For the first time she could remember, she completely pushed aside Reen’s whispers, and simply believed.
“A third,” she whispered. So many. But, that’s better than all of them. She reached up to dab her eyes, and Elend eyed her handkerchief.
“Who gave you that?” he asked curiously.
“A suitor,” Vin said.
“Is he the one who’s been telling you these things about me?”
“No, that was another,” Vin said. “He … said that all noblemen—or, rather, all Luthadel noblemen—were terrible people. He said that court women don’t even consider it cheating when their men sleep with skaa whores.”
Elend snorted. “Your informant doesn’t know women very well, then. I dare you to find me one lady who isn’t bothered when her husband dallies with another—skaa or noble.”
Vin nodded, taking a deep breath, calming herself. She felt ridiculous … but she also felt at peace. Elend knelt beside her chair, still obviously concerned.
“So,” she said, “your father is one of the third?”
Elend flushed in the wan light, looking down. “He likes all kinds of mistresses—skaa, noble, it doesn’t matter to him. I still think about that night, Valette. I wish … I don’t know.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Elend,” she said. “You were just a thirteen-year-old boy who was doing what his father told him.”
Elend looked away, but she had already seen the anger and guilt in his eyes. “Someone needs to stop these kinds of things from happening,” he said quietly, and Vin was struck by the intensity in his voice.
This is a man who cares, she thought. A man like Kelsier, or like Dockson. A good man. Why can’t they see that?
Finally, Elend sighed, standing and pulling over a chair for himself. He sat down, elbow resting against the railing, running his hand through his messy hair. “Well,” he noted, “you probably aren’t the first lady I’ve made cry at a ball, but you are the first one I’ve made cry that I sincerely care about. My gentlemanly prowess has reached new depths.”
Vin smiled. “It’s not you,” she said, leaning back. “It’s just been … a very draining few months. When I found out about these things, I just couldn’t handle it all.”
“The corruption in Luthadel needs to be dealt with,” Elend said. “The Lord Ruler doesn’t even see it—he doesn’t want to.”
Vin nodded, then she eyed Elend. “Why exactly have you been avoiding me lately, anyway?”
Elend flushed again. “I just figured you had enough new friends to keep you occupied.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t like a lot of the people you’ve been spending your time with, Valette,” Elend said. “You’ve managed to fit very well into Luthadel society, and I generally find that playing politics changes people.”
“That’s easy to say,” Vin snapped. “Especially when you’re at the very top of the political structure. You can afford to ignore politics—some of us aren’t so fortunate.”
“I suppose.”
“Besides,” Vin said, “you play politics just as well as the rest. Or, are you going to try and tell me that your initial interest in me wasn’t sparked by a desire to spite your father?”