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Chapter no 21

From Blood and Ash

It took less than twenty-four hours for me to, yet again, do something utterly reckless. This time, however, I may end up regretting it. Of all the ways Iโ€™d thought I might die, it had never occurred to me that it could happen whileย borrowingย a book from the Atheneum.

There were far more dangerous things Iโ€™d done in my eighteen years of life, times where I wouldโ€™ve been more likely to die in the process. Utter heaps of examples where even I had been a bit surprised that Iโ€™d walked away with my limbs and life intact. But here I was, one wrong step away from plummeting to my death, clutching the supposed diary of one Miss Willa Colyns, the book that Loren and Dafina had been talking about. Obviously, the book would most definitely be the type of reading material Priestess Analia would expressly forbid. And if I were caught with it in my possession, it would be yet another reason for her to believe that I wasnโ€™t respectful of my duty as the Maiden.

So, of course, Iย hadย to read it. Iโ€™d been so very bored all day.

Iโ€™d already read every book Tawny had snuck me at least three times, and I couldnโ€™t bring myself to read another too-familiar page even one more time. She had yet again been commandeered by the Duchess and the Mistresses, and I knew I might not even see her the following morning. So, I had another day of staringโ€”uninterrupted except for my training with Vikterโ€”at four stone walls. And the longer I stayed in my room with nothing to occupy my mind, the more I thought about what Hawke had said about all the rights that had been stripped away from me.

It wasnโ€™t like I didnโ€™t already know that, but it wasnโ€™t something that others appeared to even acknowledge. Maybe it was because they were with me constantly, so everything had become the norm. But to Hawke, who was new, none of this was normal.

And that was what led me to travel unaccompanied through Wisherโ€™s Grove to the Atheneum while Hawke stood outside my chamber door,

thinking I was inside. Vikter wasโ€ฆwell, I had no idea where he was. I had a feeling based on how tired and sad his eyes had looked this morning, that heโ€™d been called upon the night before to take care of one of the cursed and hadnโ€™t invited me.

I also had a feeling that he wasnโ€™t going to involve me going forward, which irritated me. Of course, I planned to discuss that with him the first chance I got. I wouldnโ€™t be cut out when I could help people. And he would just have to deal with it.

But right now, I needed to focus on not dying, or worse yet, getting caught.

Cold night air whipped around me as I stood plastered against the stone wall, praying to any god that the foot-wide ledge I stood on wouldnโ€™t cave under my weight. I doubted when it was built that they had taken into consideration that, at some point, an entirely stupid Maiden would find herself standing on it.

How had this gone so terribly wrong?

Sneaking into the Atheneum hadnโ€™t been hard. With my shapeless black cloak, my trusty mask in place, and my face hidden under the hood, I doubted anyone on the streets of Masadonia had been able to tell if I was male or female, let alone the Maiden as I hurried down the alley toward the back entrance of the library. Moving along the grid of narrow halls and staircases without being seen was easy, too.

I knew how to be like a ghost when needed, quiet and still.

The problem started when I found the leather-bound journal of Miss Colyns. Instead of leaving and going back to the castle like I knew I should, Iโ€™d ducked inside an empty room.

I justโ€ฆI had been going stir-crazy in that room and had dreaded going back. And the thickly cushioned settees called to me. The stocked liquor cabinet, something I found odd to discover in a library, confused me, however. But Iโ€™d sat by the large windows overlooking the city below and cracked open the worn book. My cheeks had been scalded by the end of the first page, having discovered what occurs when someone kisses one not on the mouth or on the breast likeโ€ฆlike Hawke had done before he knew who I was, but some placeย farย more intimate.

I couldnโ€™t stop reading, practically devouring the cream-hued pages.

Miss Willa Colyns lived a veryโ€ฆinteresting life with many, many otherโ€ฆfascinating people. I had gotten to the part where she spoke of her

brief fling with the King, which I could not even begin to picture, nor did Iย wantย to, when I heard voices outside the roomโ€”one in particular Iโ€™d never thought to hear in the Atheneum.

The Dukeโ€™s.

Hearing his voice meant that Iโ€™d been so caught up in the diary, I hadnโ€™t even realized the sun had set.

I hadnโ€™t been summoned to meet with him the night before or today. With the preparations for the Rite, Iโ€™d been given a temporary reprieve, and I assumed Hawke had as well since he was still my guard. But that reprieve would come to a swift end if the Duke discovered me.

Which was why I was now perched on a ledge outside what turned out to be the Dukeโ€™s personal room in the Atheneum. The only grace Iโ€™d been given was that the window Iโ€™d climbed out of wasnโ€™t the one facing the street but rather the one blocked by Wisherโ€™s Grove.

Only the hawks could see meโ€ฆor witness my fall.

The sound of ice clinking against glass caused me to swallow a groan. Heโ€™d already been in the room for at least thirty minutes, and I was betting that he was on his second glass of whiskey. I had no idea what he was doing. With the Rite kicking off in just hours, I imagined he was busy meeting with the new Ladies and Lords in Wait, and the parents who would be giving their third sons and daughters to the Temples. But no, he was here, drinking whiskey by himseโ€”

A knock on the door sounded. I closed my eyes,ย lightlyย banging the back of my head against the wall. Company? He was going to have visitors?

Maybe the gods had been watching me this whole time, and this was yet another punishment.

โ€œCome in,โ€ he called out, and I heard the door clicking shut a few moments later. โ€œYouโ€™re late.โ€

Oh, dear. I recognized that cold, flat tone. The Duke was not pleased. โ€œMy apologies, Your Grace. I came as soon as I could,โ€ came the

response. It was a male voice, one I didnโ€™t immediately recognize, which meant it could be any number of people. Ascended Lords. Stewards. Merchants. Guards.

โ€œNot soon enough,โ€ the Duke replied, and I cringed for whoever was surely on the receiving end of a very disapproving stare. โ€œI hope you have

something for me. If so, that would go a long way to restoring my faith in you.โ€

โ€œI do, Your Grace. It took a while, as you know the man was not talkative.โ€

โ€œNo, they never are once you get them out of the public eye where they canโ€™t cause a spectacle with their words,โ€ the Duke commented. โ€œIโ€™m guessing you had to be extremely convincing to get him to talk.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ There was a rough laugh and then, โ€œHeโ€™s not an Atlantian. That has been confirmed.โ€

โ€œShame,โ€ the Duke said, and I frowned. Why would that be bad news? โ€œIโ€™ve learned his name. Lev Barron, the first son of Alexander and Maggie Barron. He had two brothers, the second died of anโ€ฆillness before his Rite, and the third was given to the Temples three years ago. He was not a known person of interest, and his behavior at the assembly wasnโ€™t

expected.โ€

They were talking about the Descenterโ€”the one whoโ€™d thrown the Craven hand while the Duke and Duchess had spoken to the people after the attack.

โ€œYouโ€™ve investigated his family?โ€ the Duke asked.

โ€œYes. The father is deceased. The mother lives alone in the Lower Ward. She was useful in getting him to talk.โ€

The Duke chuckled, and the sound turned my stomach. โ€œWhat else have you learned?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t believe he was very connected within the community of Descenters. He claims that he has never met the Dark One nor believes him to be within the city.โ€

A wealth of relief rose and spread through me even as the wind lifted the edges of my cloak.

โ€œAnd you believed him?โ€ the Duke asked.

โ€œI gave him good reason not to lie,โ€ the man, who I assumed was one of the guards, answered. I thought about the manโ€™s mother. Had she been one of the reasons for him opening up?

If so, the knowledge sat heavy in the pit of my stomach. Descenters needed to be dealt with harshly, but I wasnโ€™t sure how I felt about family members being used to coerce information.

โ€œAnd did he tell you anything about the claim he made? About the third sons and daughters?โ€

โ€œAll he would say was that he knew the truthโ€”that they werenโ€™t servicing the gods, and that everyone would soon learn that.โ€

โ€œHe didnโ€™t say what he believed to be the truth?โ€

I turned my head toward the window, all but holding my breath. I would love to know what he thought was happening.

โ€œNo, Your Grace. The only additional information I could glean from him was how he came to be in possession of a Cravenโ€™s hand,โ€ he said, and that was, wellโ€ฆa good thing to know. โ€œApparently, he took it off the body of one of the guards who had become infected and returned to the city. He helped the family put the guard down after heโ€™d changed.โ€

โ€œDeath with dignity.โ€ The Duke scoffed, and my eyes widened. Heโ€ฆ he knew about that? About us? โ€œThese bleeding hearts will be the death of the entire city one of these days.โ€

That statement was a wee bit excessive, but I hadnโ€™t considered that there may be Descenters in the network.

โ€œDid he happen to tell you who was involved with putting down the newly turned Craven?โ€ he asked.

โ€œNo. He would not.โ€

โ€œThat is also a shame. I would love to know who didnโ€™t contact us and why.โ€ The Duke sighed as if that were the worst possible thing to remain unanswered. โ€œDo you have anything else to report?โ€

โ€œNo, Your Grace.โ€

There wasnโ€™t an immediate response, but then the Duke asked, โ€œDoes the Descenter still breathe?โ€

โ€œFor now.โ€

โ€œGood.โ€ It sounded like heโ€™d stood, and I hoped that meant he was leaving.ย Please gods, let that mean heโ€™s leaving.ย โ€œI think I will visit with him myself.โ€

My brows lifted.

Nowย thatย surprised me.

โ€œAs you wish.โ€ There was a beat of silence. โ€œWill there be a trial that we need to prepare for?โ€

I almost laughed. Descenters werenโ€™t given an actual trial. They were put on public display while their charges were leveled against them. Execution quickly followed.

โ€œThere will be no need after my visit with him,โ€ the Duke said, and my mouth dropped open.

The meaning was clear. If there was no trial, that meant thereโ€™d be no public execution, and the only reason that would occur would be if the Descenter was already dead. That had happened before while theyโ€™d been imprisoned. Normally, it was believed to have been by their own hands or by an overzealous guard. But could it be that the Duke was meting out justice himself?

The same Ascended who I doubted had gotten a speck of blood on his hands since the War of Two Kings?

I shouldnโ€™t be surprised by that. He had a cruel streak and viciousness within him a mile wide, but he always kept that well hidden under a mask of civility. I also shouldnโ€™t be bothered by the idea of the Descenter being killed without the farce of a trial. They supported the Dark One, and even if some of them hadnโ€™t engaged in the riots and bloodshed, their words alone had sown the seeds that had caused blood to spill on more than one occasion.

But Iโ€ฆI was bothered by the idea of anyone being killed in a dark, dank cell, at the hands of an Ascended who was barely better than an Atlantian.

Finally, the door opened and closed, and there was nothing but silence. I waited, straining to hear any sound. I heard nothing. Wondering why the Duke had decided to have this meeting here and surprised by how aware of the network he was. I inched along the ledge toward the window. Clutching the journal to my chest with numb fingers, I neared the windowโ€”

There was a clicking sound from inside the room. I froze. Was that the door closing? Or was it locking? Oh, my gods, if it had been locked, I would have to bust through itโ€”wait, the door could only be locked from the inside. Had someone else come into the room? Was it the Duke? There was no way he knew that I was out here unless he could suddenly see through walls. Who elseโ€”?

โ€œYou still out there, Princess?โ€

My lips parted as my eyes widened at the sound ofย hisย voice. Hawke.

It was Hawke. In that room. I couldnโ€™t believe it.

โ€œOr have you fallen to your death?โ€ he continued. I briefly debated the merits of jumping. โ€œI really hope thatโ€™s not the case since Iโ€™m pretty positive that would reflect poorly on me since I assumed you were in your room.โ€ A pause. โ€œBehaving. And not on a ledge, several dozen feet in the air, for reasons I canโ€™t even begin to fathom but am dying to learn.โ€

โ€œDammit,โ€ I whispered, looking around as if I could find another escape route. Which was stupid. Unless I suddenly sprouted wings, the only exit point was through the window.

A heartbeat later, Hawke stuck his head out and looked up at me. The soft glow of the lamp glanced off his cheekbone as he raised a brow.

โ€œHi?โ€ I squeaked.

He stared at me a moment. โ€œGet inside.โ€ I didnโ€™t move.

With a sigh so heavy it shouldโ€™ve rattled the walls, he extended his hand toward me. โ€œNow.โ€

โ€œYou could sayย please,โ€ I muttered.

His eyes narrowed. โ€œThere are a whole lot of things I could say to you that you should be grateful Iโ€™m keeping to myself.โ€

โ€œWhatever,โ€ I grumbled. โ€œMove back.โ€

He waited, but when I didnโ€™t take his hand, he disappeared back into the room, grousing under his breath. โ€œIf you fall, youโ€™re going to be in so much trouble.โ€

โ€œIf I fall, Iโ€™ll be dead, so Iโ€™m not quite sure how Iโ€™d also be in trouble.โ€ โ€œPoppy,โ€ he snapped, and I couldnโ€™t help it. I grinned.

Had that been the first time heโ€™d called me that? I thought so as I carefully inched across the ledge. Gripping the upper windowsill, I ducked down. Hawke was standing by the settee, but the moment he spotted me, he moved incredibly fast. Startled, I jerked back, but I didnโ€™t fall. He had an arm around my waist. A second later, I was inside the room, my feet on solid ground, and the journal stuck between his chest and mine. There was still a lot of full-body contact. My stomach and legs were pressed against his, and when I drew in a breath, I could practically taste his dark spice and pine scent on my tongue. Before I could say a word, he reached up and fisted the back of my hood.

โ€œDonโ€™tโ€”โ€ I started. Too late.

He yanked it down. โ€œA mask. This brings back old memories.โ€ His gaze roamed, flickering over the strands of hair that had escaped my braid and now fell against my cheeks.

I flushed as I tried to pull away. He didnโ€™t let go. โ€œI understand youโ€™re probably upsetโ€”โ€

โ€œProbably?โ€ He laughed.

โ€œAll right. Youโ€™re definitely upset,โ€ I amended. โ€œBut I can explain.โ€

โ€œI sure hope so, because I have so many questions,โ€ he said, golden eyes glimmering as he stared into mine. โ€œStarting with, how did you get out of your room, and ending with why in the gods were you on the ledge?โ€

The last thing I wanted to tell him about was the old servantsโ€™ entrance. I tried to put space between us. โ€œYou can let me go.โ€

โ€œI can, but I donโ€™t know if I should. You might do something even more reckless than climbing out onto a ledge that canโ€™t be more than a foot wide.โ€

My eyes narrowed. โ€œI didnโ€™t fall.โ€

โ€œAs if that somehow makes this whole situation better?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t say that. Iโ€™m just pointing out that I had the situation completely under control.โ€

Hawke blinked, and then he laughedโ€”he guffawed deeply, and the sound rumbled through me, eliciting a sharp wave of hot, tight shivers. Thankfully, he seemed unaware of the reaction. โ€œYou had the situation under control? Iโ€™d hate to see what happens when you donโ€™t.โ€

I said nothing to that because I doubted whatever I would or could say would do me any favors. And neither did our proximity. Like on the Rise, the way he held me against him reminded me of our time at the Red Pearl, and that was something I didnโ€™t need help remembering. It was hard to think clearly when he held me this close. I wiggled, trying to slip free, but it resulted in our lower bodies being more in contact.

Hawkeโ€™s arm tightened around me, and his hold felt like it had changed. As if he were no longer keeping me in place butโ€ฆbut holding me.ย Embracingย me. My stomach dipped as I slowly lifted my gaze to his.

He stared down at me, the lines around his mouth taut as the silence stretched between us. I knew I should demand that he let me go. Better yet, I should make him. I knew how to escape a hold, but Iโ€ฆI didnโ€™t move. Not even when he lifted his other hand and placed his fingers just below the mask. Standing here, allowing this, was possibly the sweetest torture Iโ€™d ever put myself through. He hesitated, and I wondered if he was waiting to see what Iโ€™d do, what I would say. When I still did nothing, his eyes shifted to a fierce, burning amber. His fingers drifted from the mask and slowly traced the curve of my cheekbone. My skin hummed as his stare followed the path that his fingertips took. He glided them down my face and over my parted lips. I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest suddenly feeling too tight.

His chin dipped, and my breath caught as he lowered his head. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense with a heady mix of panic and anticipation. There was intent in the way his lashes lowered, and how he leaned in. He was going to kiss me. My heartbeat danced as his lips glided across my cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I knew what I should do, but I didnโ€™t. Maybe Hawke had been right when heโ€™d said how I could have anything I wanted when, with a mask, I could pretend that no one knew who I was. He had to be.

Because my eyes closed, and I didnโ€™t move. Hawke had been my first kiss, but if he kissed me now, thisโ€ฆthis would be our real first kiss. He knew who I was now. Heโ€™d seen me unveiled. Heย knew.

And I wanted thisโ€”wantedย him.

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