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Chapter no 49

The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and Ash Series #3)

I slept for a few hours and ate a couple of mouthfuls of food only because I had to. Then I dressed in breeches and a simple white shirt that belonged to Casteel. It was far too large, but the black bodice worn over the shirt kept me from swimming in it.

Many tunics and shirts of mine now lined the walk-in wardrobe, but it felt good to have Casteelโ€™s shirt against my skin. And heโ€™d liked it when I wore the bodice like this theโ€ฆthe last time Iโ€™d seen him.

I stopped at the bed, my gaze straying to the nightstand, to the little wooden horse. My heart squeezed. I hurried over to it, taking the toy in my hands. In the chest by the doorway, I found a pouch. Placing the horse in it, I left the bedchamber and then the quarters as I tied the bag to my waist.

I checked on Tawny, finding her the way Iโ€™d left herโ€”asleep and far too still. The dark veins had traveled to the curve of her chin. Eloana sat at her side. โ€œI summoned Willa,โ€ she said, and the breath I took was painful. โ€œShe will bring one of the oldest Healers. He will know how to treat her.โ€

โ€œThank you,โ€ I said, inhaling and exhaling slowly. She nodded. โ€œBe careful, Penellaphe.โ€

โ€œAlways,โ€ I whispered and then left the room, my chest aching.

Kieran waited for me in the foyer, and from there, we joined Hisa in the Temple of Nyktos. It would only be the two of us who made the trip this time. Vonetta would remain as their parents were en route to Evaemon with their new sibling. Iโ€™d told Kieran that he should stay, but that had gone in one ear and out the other, even when I pulled the Queen card and then the I- am-a-god-obey-me line. He insisted on accompanying me, claiming that none of the others would remember the path weโ€™d taken last time. Maybe he was right. Maybe he just couldnโ€™t sleep or stay still either, his thoughts swirling from one horrific possibility to another. What if my plan failed? What if the draken refused? What ifย sheย hurt Casteel? What if he needed to feed? What ifย Iย neededโ€ฆto feed? What would I do? I couldnโ€™t even think

about drinking anotherโ€™s blood. What if I lost him? What if he lost himself again?

And I knew this wasnโ€™t easy for Kieran. Before, he had been able to tell how Casteel was doing because of the bond. He didnโ€™t have that now. He just had all the what-ifs I had.

โ€œKieran?โ€ I asked as we made our way down the narrow tunnel. โ€œPoppy?โ€

I swallowed, my throat dry. โ€œAre youโ€ฆare you doing okay?โ€

He didnโ€™t answer right away, and I thought the hand he held the torch with trembled. โ€œNo.โ€

I briefly closed my eyes. โ€œAre you?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ I whispered.

We traveled the windy underground tunnels, mostly in silence after that. There were no jokes, no real conversation at all. We passed the area of the partial collapse hours before we had the first time, and I moved ahead of him when we saw the pinprick of light. I worked my way out, and then we crossed the barren land. Making our way, I made sure it was I who stepped under the shadow of the winged women. The ground didnโ€™t tremble. What I believed were the Consortโ€™s guards remained under our feet. The city of Dalos shimmered in the distance as we walked toward the shadowstone Temple.

The first thing I noticed was there was no slumbering stone draken. โ€œWhere isโ€ฆ.?โ€

โ€œThere.โ€ Kieranโ€™s steps slowed as I followed his gaze to the Temple stairs. A man with black hair streaked with silver stood in the center of them, dressed in black pants and nothing else. โ€œYou think thatโ€™s Nektas?โ€ he asked, his voice low. โ€œIn his mortal form?โ€

โ€œMaybe.โ€ Shards of diamonds crunched under my boots.

โ€œThe wolven is correct,โ€ the man spoke, and my brows lifted. The drakenโ€™s hearing was extraordinary. โ€œYou have returned several members less than the last time. That does not bode well.โ€

I stiffened as I stopped many yards from the Temple.

โ€œIf you are seeking Nyktos, you are not in luck,โ€ Nektas continued. โ€œHe has joined his Consort once more in sleep.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not here to see Nyktos,โ€ I said, taking in the fine ridges all along his back. They looked likeโ€ฆscales.

โ€œI understand.โ€ A heartbeat of silence. โ€œOr is it that you now understand the power you wield?โ€

Wanting to know how the draken was aware of my epiphany, I glanced at Kieran. He sent me a look that said he knew I was about to ask a rather irrelevant question.

I fought the urge and won. โ€œI understand.โ€

His head tilted, but he still did not look at us. โ€œBefore you speak, you must be sure, for these words cannot be rescinded. Once you summon the flesh and fire of the gods, to protect and serve you, to keep you safe, they will be cast in fire and carved in flesh.โ€

My mouth dried. โ€œIโ€™m sure.โ€ โ€œWhat makes you so sure?โ€

โ€œThe Blood Crown took what is mine. They took everything from me, and they will continue taking everything.โ€

โ€œAnd?โ€ he queried quietly. โ€œYou seek to use us to take everything from the Blood Crown, then? To destroy them, the cities they protect themselves in, and those who stand between you and them?โ€

I pressed the marriage imprint against the pouch that held the toy horse. โ€œI seek theย aidย of the draken to fight the Revenants and the Ascended

โ€”to fight beside Atlantia. I do not seek to destroy the cities or kill those caught between them and me. For the most part, the people of Solis are innocent.โ€

โ€œYou seek to fight with the guards of the gods at your side, but you do not expect cities to fall?โ€ He barked out a short laugh. โ€œYou are not ready for war.โ€

โ€œYou misunderstand,โ€ I stated carefully. โ€œOr I misspoke. I do not seek to do those things, but I understand that they may be necessary. I am ready for war. I would not be here if I wasnโ€™t. But I do not plan to soak the lands with blood and leave nothing but ruins behind.โ€

There was a beat of silence. โ€œThen you plan to take what is owed you and bear the weight of two Crowns?โ€

I forced my hands to loosen. โ€œYes.โ€

His head bowed slightly. โ€œAnd will you help bring back what was ours to protect? What will allow the Consort to wake?โ€

Kieran sent me a glance of concern, and I really had no idea what Nektas was speaking of or what would happen if the Consort awakened. But I asked, โ€œWhat is it that I need to help bring back?โ€

โ€œYour father.โ€

I opened my mouth, but it took several moments for me to find the ability to speak. โ€œMalec?โ€

โ€œMalec is lost to us. He was lost to us long before any of us realized.โ€

Confusion swept through both Kieran and me. โ€œI donโ€™t understand,โ€ I started. โ€œMalec isโ€”โ€

โ€œMalec is not your father,โ€ Nektas said. โ€œThe blood that courses through you is that of Ires, his twin.โ€

Shock rolled through me as I stared at the drakenโ€™s back. Isbethโ€ฆshe hadnโ€™t confirmed that Malec was my fatherโ€ฆand she had spoken of Malec in the past tense, as if she believed that he was gone. Oh my gods, Isbeth didnโ€™t know where Malec was, andโ€ฆ

โ€œIres was lured from Iliseeum some time ago,โ€ Nektas said. โ€œDrawn into the realm with my daughter while we slept. We have not been able to look for Ires. Not without being summoned, and heโ€ฆhe has not called for us. But we know he lives.โ€

My thoughts raced, settling on the painting Iโ€™d seen in the museum of Nyktos and the twoโ€ฆthe two large cats. โ€œOh, godsโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ Kieran looked at me.

I swallowed, almost afraid to ask. โ€œCould Ires shift forms?โ€

โ€œHe, like his father, could take other forms. While Nyktos preferred that of a white wolf, Ires was often fond of taking the shape of a large gray cat, much like Malec.โ€

โ€œFuck,โ€ Kieran whispered.

Iโ€ฆI could only stand there while it felt like my heart had dropped out of my body. โ€œI saw him,โ€ I uttered. โ€œWe both did.โ€

The muscles along Nektasโ€™s back rippled and flexed. โ€œHow?โ€

โ€œHe wasโ€ฆhe was caged by the one who took Casteel,โ€ I said. I had only briefly considered that the creature Iโ€™d seen in the cage had been Malec, but at that time, weโ€™d believed Malec to be a deity. Not Nyktosโ€™s son. Not a twin. โ€œThe Blood Queen,โ€ I rasped, reeling. โ€œSheโ€ฆshe says sheโ€™s a god because Malec Ascended her.โ€

โ€œA god?โ€ A rough, dark laugh left the ancient draken. โ€œA god is born. Not created. What she isโ€ฆshe, like the Revenants, are an abomination of all that is godly.โ€

Casteelโ€ฆhe had been right.

Nektasโ€™s hands closed into fists. โ€œThen your enemy is truly an enemy of ours.โ€

Shaken by the revelation, I pressed the heel of my palm to my chest. How had Isbeth lured a god? Had Malec shared something with her? โ€œYour daughter? Do you know if she lives?โ€

Nektas did not answer for a long time. โ€œI do not know. She was young when we went to sleep, into statas. She was barely on the cusp of adulthood when Ires woke her.โ€

โ€œWhat is her name?โ€ Kieran asked. โ€œJadis.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s a pretty name,โ€ I said, briefly closing my eyes. I wished I hadnโ€™t. I saw the too-thin man behind the bone bars, his features mirroring the chaos of his mind. I saw the far-too-intelligent eyes of the cat. My father. And I had left him there. I shuddered.

I couldnโ€™tโ€ฆI couldnโ€™t let myself go there.

The possibility that Isbeth had a draken locked away somewhere was something I would have to file away for the moment, right along with the knowledge of who my father was and the questions surrounding how he and Isbeth had come together. All I could focus on was what I knew now.

That my father was a victim of Isbethโ€™s, too.

And I thought of Malec, entombed beneath the Blood Forest. โ€œIf a god of Primal blood was entombed, what happens to them?โ€

โ€œEntombed by the bones of the deities? They would simply waste away, day by day, year by year, but they would not die,โ€ he answered. โ€œThey would just exist in a place between dying and death, alive but trapped.โ€

Gods.

That was an even more horrifying outcome than the deities slowly starving to death, but that meant that Malec was still alive, and Isbeth still loved him.

Nektasโ€™s skin had hardened into scales. โ€œAre you ready, daughter of Ires, the son of Nyktos and his Consort?โ€

A tremble coursed through me. โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œThen speak the words and receive what youโ€™ve come for.โ€

My skin tingled, and my chest throbbed. Kieranโ€™s hand closed around mine. He squeezed. A soft breeze came from nowhere, swirling across the diamonds. The scent of lilacs reached me, and then I heardย herย voice among

my thoughtsโ€”heard the Consort speaking the words Nektas waited for. โ€œI…I summon the flesh and fire of the gods, to protect me and those I care for. To ride at my side and stand guard at my back. I call upon the bloodline birthed of flesh and fire to awaken.โ€

Nektas turned his head to the side, the vibrant blue of his irises a stark contrast to the pitch-black of the vertical pupil.

The ground trembled and gave a low rumble. Kieranโ€™s grip on my hand tightened as we took several steps back. Dirt and small diamonds spilled into the air around the base of the Temple. Chunks of crystal exploded out to the sides. Gleaming talons stretched out from the dust, sinking into the black stone. A large, leathery shape cut through the cloud of debris, arcing high as dozens of claws carved into the tower from all sides. They erupted from the earth below, pulling their scaled, winged bodies out of the soil. They climbed the sides of the tallest spire, one after another, their grayish- black tails whipping through the air. The first reached the topโ€” its deep- purple-black scales glimmering under the sun as it shook the dirt from its body. Stretching out its long neck, frills of spikes opened around its head as its wide mouth dropped open, and a deafening roar rattled my bones.

Nektas faced me. โ€œFrom this moment to the last moment, they are yours, Queen of Flesh and Fire.โ€

My breath caught, burning my throat as wisps of smoke wafted from the purple-black creatureโ€™s nostrils. It opened its jaws and let out another rumbling roar. Flames spilled from its mouth, a rolling tide of silvery-white flames. It launched from the obsidian tower, rocketing into the sky, its wings unfurling and sending a gust of wind over the ground. The others called out, their shrieks turning into keening calls. Awakened from their deep sleep, dozens of draken followed, leaping from the tower and taking flight, one after the other. They flew toward the Mountains of Nyktos and then, eventually, they would take flight for Solis.

For Carsodonia.

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