THE AMBER SOLDIERSโย ENCAMPMENT MADE OUR THREE TENTS LOOK LIKE
โwell, three lone tents.
I tried to hold my chin up as Haldenโs officer led me past the sentries stationed at the wood-crafted fortress gates, but I knew. I knew this was the end. I was amazed none of them had killed me already. Wasnโt I all that stood in the way of their leaderโs eternal reign?
Halden guided us along a wide dirt path. His hair was shorter now. Cropped and clean-cut, but still that pale, yellow blond. His expression was stern, his armor adorned with more gold, more filigree, but he was the same boy Iโd caught toads with in Abbington. The first boy I kissed.
The same one who told his king where Kane and I would be. Who brought the armies and fire-breathing creatures to Sirenโs Cove. Who ensured the death of men, women, childrenโ
My mother.
Soldiers around us sharpened swords and carried stacks of shields and helmets, insulated by canvas tents and burning hearths. We passed a crude stable, too large for mere steeds, and the smoke billowing in bursts from the open roof told me it was filled with salamanders. Their ashy scent and guttural snarls sent cold dread swirling in me like a dark tide pool.
I hoped at least my death would be swift. A beheading, maybe. The slashing of my throat. Stabbing was painful, but if deep enough, wouldnโt last long. Just not burned alive by salamanders. Or drowned. Or eaten by something rabid and snarling.
Please, not that one.
I had hardly gotten a look at the hog roasting over the massive spit or the horses decked in familiar Amber caparisons before Halden ordered me into a khaki tent and observed as his soldier tied me to the pole at its center. I grunted as my arms were angled behind me and twisted around the splintering wood.
โHold still,โ Halden said, his expression as hard and cold as steel. โYouโll only hurt yourself.โ
A bitter laugh bent from my lips.
โLeave us,โ he said to his underling.
Haldenโs modest tent clearly belonged to some kind of low-ranking general: a stark desk with a map of Evendell and an ornate paperweight, a small hearth emitting a low heat, and a pallet with matted furs and an out- of-shape pillow. Halden sat on the chest at the foot of his makeshift bed and stared at me.
โSomeone got a promotion.โ He looked tired. โMhm.โ
I let my disgust show plainly on my face before the question blurted from me. โWhen did you realize what I was?โ
โAfter we were conscripted, Ryder and I got blind drunk. He said you had some magical healing ability. I never thought of it again until Gareth told me what I was to do.โ
โMurder Fae.โ
His eyes flicked to mine, and he bit at his nail in thought. โRight.โ
Revolting prick.
โI saw the way Kane protected you,โ he continued. โAnd I took a chance. Told Gareth what I knew of your abilities. Of the way the king of Onyx was keeping you in his home like his own little prize. And then we sailed for Peridot.โ
A long-familiar guilt screwed itself deeper into my heart.
Iย hadย been the one to doom Sirenโs Cove. By telling Halden of Peridot and Onyxโs alliance.
โYouย killedย people. Innocent people, Halden.โ
โLazarus is going to take Evendell whether we like it or not. Heโs more powerful than anyone, even your Fae prince.โ
โKane is aย king.โ
โHeโs the son of a king,โ Halden bit out. โYouโll never find the blade, and thatโs the only way to kill him. There are only two people who can speak truths such as this prophecy: the seer who decreed it, and her daughter. Their words are binding with greater magic than anything you could possibly understand. And even if somehow you do find the blade, youโll never beat Lazarus in battle. Donโt forget how well I know you, Arwen. The look on your face tells me you know Iโm right.โ
I strained my face into neutrality. Did he realize what heโd just told me?
There was another seer?
โI chose to align with the winning side,โ he continued. โIn the new world, when Lazarus rules both realms and uses all the lighte heโs mined to make Evendell worlds beyond what we can even imagine, Iโll be spared. So will my family, and anyone else I care about.โ
โLike Ryder?โ
A glint of emotion in his brown eyes. โI hope heโll see reason and join us, yes.โ
โThe Halden I knew never could have stomached any of this. It would have kept him up every night, all night, sick with guilt.โ
The look that flashed across his face told me I wasnโt completely off base.
โIf youโre going to kill me, just do it already.โ
โWhereโs that Arwen optimism? My orders are to bring you back to Lazarus in one piece.โ I didnโt have time to catch a relieved breath as he said, โBut first, I need to know if you did indeed find the blade.โ
โYou must know I canโt tell you that.โ
His jaw tightened. โAnd you must know we have other ways of getting information out of people.โ
A quiet dread rippled through me. โYou wouldnโt,โ I breathed.
โI donโt want to, but Iโll do what I have to do to heed his orders. Now tell meโwhere is the blade?โ
I couldnโt tell him we hadnโt found it and give up the only leverage we might have. I couldnโt lie and tell him we had it and send his men after all the people I cared about. The reality of what might come next had been soaking in for a minute now, and I steeled myself. โDo what you have to do.โ
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it before he tried again. โArwen . . .โ
But I held my tongue.
Halden strode behind me, and I could only feel his fingers along my spine as he unclasped my bodice and let it fall limply to the floor. Revulsion wasnโt all that coursed through me. Shock, tooโshock at feeling his strangely familiar hands in such an intimate place.
He came to stand before me and lifted the hem of my blouse. I squirmed away from his touch as he raised the fabric up and tucked it gingerly, chastely, underneath my breasts.
Relief but alsoย panicย sang in my blood as he moved for the hearth and picked up the metal poker that had been resting beside it, weighing its heft in his hands. I fished for my powers, like tiny little buds not quite ready to bloom. I had used so much lighte to save Mari and myself, I had almost nothing left.
Come on,ย I urged my body.ย Fight.
He let the poker heat in the fire while I struggled, apparently not concerned that I might escape. When the rod was white-hot, he pointed it at me, hovering the metal right in front of my exposed skin.
Angry heat radiated off it in licks.
โArenโt you afraid of me?โ It was all that might persuade him now. โOf what I can do to you?โ
โCome on, Arwen.โ He laughed. โHeal me to death?โ
I shook my head. โThey didnโt tell you what I did at Sirenโs Bay.โ
โYou mean what your Fae prince did? Youโre trying to take credit for that? To scare me?โ
I couldnโt tell if it was brilliant or senseless. Lazarus, in all his pride, did not want anyone to know just how much power I held.
โJust tell me,โ he said. โWhere is the blade?โ
But I stayed quiet, unable to think of anything to save myself.
โIโm sorry.โ He winced before pressing the scalding iron against my stomach.
Pain like nothing I had ever felt before splintered through me as the poker shrieked against the skin of my abdomen. I cried out before biting my tongue until blood pooled in my mouth.
The more relentless the pain, the more I reined in my sobs. He would not earn the satisfaction of my screams.
โThis hurts me more than it hurts you.โ
โI hope thatโs true,โ I said through my teeth. โWhere is the Stones-damned Blade?โ
He removed the brand, taking my melted flesh with it, only to place it back into the crackling flames. The tent smelled like cooked meat, and I gagged and spat blood on the ground. The burning wound blistering above my navel stung worse than any lash Powell had ever landed on me. I could not endure another brand.
โDonโt make me do it again,โ Halden said, as if he had heard my very thoughts. His voice was like sandpaper.
But something was bubbling beneath my heart. In my bones. My lighte was coming back, I could feel it. Maybe it was spurred on by the pain and the urgency of my predicament, as it had been in the tunnels hours before. I just needed a little more time. Mere moments.
Tears burned my eyes as he lifted the hot poker and brought the glowing end closer. But he hesitated. โPlease,โ he begged. โJust tell me where it is. I donโt want to hurt you again.โ
โDo it, you coward.โ
The agony this time was blinding. I recoiled from the iron but had nowhere to go, and couldnโt hold in the scream that erupted from my throat. I thrashed against my bindings, the burning pressure and searing pain ratcheting up my spine, down to the arches of my feet, through my lungsโ
Focus, Arwen.ย Pull from the atmosphere.
โTell me where it is and let this end for both of us!โ Halden roared, withdrawing the sizzling brand from my stomach and tearing my shirt up to press it into the top of my breast.
I moaned in agony, the skin too sensitive, too thin. Blinding, endless pain, my toes curling, my head swimming with it, butโ
But it was enough.
Enough to resurrect my power, and energy coursed through me, drawn in from the very air in his tent. The lighte sputtered outward from my hands, disintegrating the rope around my wrists into ash.
With free arms, I shoved the poker off my breast and punched Halden as hard as I could in the jaw.
โWhat theโโ
Only momentarily stunned, he lunged for me, but sheer fury coursed through my heart, along my skin, and out of my palms. My lighte, an explosion of bright, white energy, spun out, engulfing Halden and the entire tent in ferocious golden flame.
I could feel my body lifting. The weightlessness, the heat, the windโ
More ropes of white fire sprayed from my fingers as I roared at Halden, who fell to the dirt floor, bellowing in agony. He screamed and screamed, and the scent of his burning flesh seared my nostrils.
Good,ย I thought.ย Burn.
I wasted no time watching him writhe around on the pallet in anguish, as flames licked the bed, the furs, the canvas of the tent. I bolted through the opening as smoke billowed out behind me, and I emerged to a cool jungle dusk and a camp that was, for the moment, unaware of my escape. I ran for the crude wooden barriers.
The makeshift fence was tall, but I could make it. I jumped up and latched on to the beams, just as I heard voices spot the fire and then call for my capture.
My nails dug so deeply into the wood that splinters crammed underneath the nail bed. But the pain in my stomach, my chest, the burns being stretched as I climbed up, up, upโthat pain was beyond anything . . .
My lungs were raw from screaming by the time I toppled over and down the other side.
There was no time for triumphโthe voices were rising to a pitch and making their way to the fence behind me. Theyโd never stop coming after me. Iโd have to run all night. As if the sky were a mirror to my mood, my fury, my urgency, a clap of thunder snapped through the trees above, bathing the rain forest in its namesake.
I sloshed through mud in the sudden downpour, pressing my palm to the burns under my blouse. The lighte I had left sputtered and fizzled against my skin. Not enough to heal the blistered flesh. I wouldnโt have anything left to repair myself for some time.
The thunder was a roar in my ears, rain dripping into my eyes and over my lips. I was so tired, so flooded with aching and exhaustion. The endless downpour trickled through the palm fronds and over my body until I collapsed and coiled in a heap. I couldnโt tell the droplets from my own tears, but I knew that I was crying.
And shivering, though it wasnโt cold.
The sounds of sloshing footsteps in the mud behind me should have spurred me up,ย upย and off the ground. Into another sprint. But I had nothing left. I folded even farther in on myself and braced to be dragged back to the encampment and tortured again.
โArwen!โ Kaneโs voice cut through my despair like a single ray of resplendent sunlight.
I opened my eyes and took in his soaking form, his raven-dark hair swept back with rain, and his face.
His murderous, livid face. Inconsolable, incomprehensible, bewildered rage. I had never seen such fury glow in his eyes in all the time Iโd known him. It rippled off him in waves.
How could he possiblyโ Did he know what had been done to me? He knelt to my tangled form and scooped me up and into his arms.
I winced as my burns folded in on themselves. โHow are you here?โ My voice sounded like I had come back from the dead. I wasnโt even sure what I was asking.
โI never should have left you.โ He held my head against his own. โIt hurts,โ I admitted, grasping at my stomach.
โI know,โ he said, voice like gravel. โBut youโre safe now.โ
He stood and carried me all the way back to our camp, the insistent rain an urging at our backs.