My entire being seized in recognition of that voice—one I couldn’t pull from the depths of my imagination no matter how hard I tried.
But it was him—that was my father’s voice calling my name.
My eyes opened to misty darkness and…and golden lamplight, and I realized I wasn’t awake.
I was there once more, thrust back into the night that ended in blood- soaked screams.
“Poppy-flower, I know you’re down there. Come out,” he called. “I need you to come to me, Poppy-flower.”
Chest twisting, I followed the sound of his voice, my lips moving but the voice coming out of me sounding so much younger. “Papa? I was looking for you.”
“You found me, like you always do.” The shadows pulsed and thickened in front of me, taking shape. He was tall—the tallest person I knew. “You shouldn’t be down here, my baby girl.”
I stared up at him, wishing I could see his face clearly. “I wanted to go with you, Papa. I’m not scared.” But I was. I was trembling, and my tummy hurt.
“You’re such a brave one, but you shouldn’t be down here.” He knelt, and eyes that matched mine took up my whole world. “Where is your brother?”
“With that woman who had cookies, but I want to be with you and—” “You can’t go with me.” Cold hands landed on my shoulders, and his
face seemed to piece together. Square jaw covered with several days’ worth of hair. Momma called it a beard and often complained about it, but I saw her rubbing her fingers over it when she thought Ian and I weren’t looking. Straight nose. Dark brows. Eyes like pine. “You need to stay here and keep your mother and brother safe.”
“This is her?” another voice asked from the darkness. A stranger’s voice that wasn’t completely unfamiliar.
“This is my daughter,” Papa answered as he looked over his shoulder before smiling at me, but the smile was all wrong. Too tight. “She doesn’t know.”
“Understood,” the voice came again, still familiar.
I didn’t understand what he meant. All I knew was that he was going to leave, and I didn’t want that.
“What a pretty little flower.” The cold hands touched my cheeks. “What a pretty poppy.” Papa leaned in, pressing his lips to the crown of my head. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”
My breath choked. “I love you more than all the fish in the seas.” “That’s my girl.” Shouts from outside drew him away from me.
“Cora?” he called for Momma. Only he ever called her that.
She drifted from the shadows, her features pained as she took my hand in her cold one. “You should’ve known she would find a way down here.” She looked behind them, to where I couldn’t see. “You trust him?”
“I do. He’s going to lead us to safety.”
Papa turned to me. “Stay with your momma, baby.” Cold, cold hands touched my face again. “Stay with her and find your brother. I’ll be back for you soon.”
Mist poured in, taking Papa with it as it thinned out. I could hear his voice. He was speaking, but I couldn’t make out what he said. I started to follow because I knew he wouldn’t come back—
“Don’t look, Poppy. Don’t look over there,” came Momma’s hushed voice as she pulled on my hand. “We must hide. Hurry.”
Confused, I tried to see her as she led me through the wispy void. “I want Papa—”
“Shh. We must be quiet. We must be quiet so Papa can come find us.” I stumbled after her, tripping when she stopped.
“Get in, Poppy. I need you to get in and be very quiet, okay? I need you to be as silent as a mouse no matter what. Do you understand?”
I shook my head. “I wanna stay with you.”
“I’ll be right here.” Her damp, icy hands touched mine. “I need you to be a big girl and listen to me. You have to hide—”
A sound came, a shout that caused Momma to…to disappear for a moment. “You’ve got to let go, baby. You need to hide, Poppy—” Momma froze.
Time stilled as we stared at one another. Her skin thinned, revealing the delicate bones beneath. I shrank back—
“I’m sorry,” a voice whispered.
Momma was yanked away from me. I stumbled after her, but it was too late. There was nothing but mist, and all that remained was her voice, her words. “Howcouldyou?”
“Momma?” I whispered, stepping forward, unable to make out what she said.
What a pretty little flower. What a pretty poppy.
Pick it and watch it bleed. Not so pretty any longer….
A hand gripped my arm, the skin paler than mine, spotted with red as leaves rattled like dry bones, and a low rumble filled the air. Shadows surrounded him as he tugged on my arm, the edges of his darkness washing over me—the edges of his black cloak covering me as I stumbled. He too was tall, but his face was a voice shrouded by cloth.
I needed to see his face. I needed—
I was thrust back toward the screeching and the howls. And the fog— the mist that was around me and in me. It started to break apart, and the rumble grew below me in the ground. And a voice, a voice that sounded like spun gold and windchimes whispered “stop, stop, stop” over and over.
But I couldn’t stop. I needed to see his face. The man in dark moved away, like a memory slipping through my fingers. I followed because it was important. This memory. Because someone else had been there with Momma. Someone who didn’t want to be seen. I staggered forward—
“Poppy!” The voice was a jolt, a strike of lightning, and my eyes opened.
The mist had thickened in front of me, a whirling, churning mass.
Specks of gold blinked in and out from within.
“No farther,” the voice whispered, a voice so pure it was almost unbearable to hear. “What you seek is not to be found here.”
“Stop.” The mist solidified, took form, and became more golden. It was tall. She was tall. Tumbling waves of hair the color of fire twined together. A face blurred, but eyes the color of molten silver burned through
the mist. Through me. “Go home. Take what is yours, and you will find what you seek there. The truth. Go home.”
“Who are you?” I whispered. “Who—?”
An arm snagged me around the waist without any warning, drawing me back against a warm, hard chest. There was the scent of dark spices and pine as my feet were swept out from under me, and we went down, landing hard on the ground.
“Poppy. Gods. Poppy.” Casteel turned me in his lap, one hand palming my cheek. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as tendrils of mist drifted over his too-pale face. “Dear gods, Poppy, what in the hell were you doing?”
“I…” I looked around, seeing nothing but thick fog and Kieran standing above us, staring behind me and breathing just as heavily as Casteel. Confusion swept through me.
“What the hell were you doing?” Casteel demanded again, giving me a shake. His breathing was harsh, forming quick clouds in the cold. “You could’ve—you would’ve been broken, Poppy. Broken and shattered in a way I would never be able to fix.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but he looked…he looked like I’d never seen him before. Terrified. Eyes wide and luminous, even in the mist, the planes and angles of his face stark.
He clasped my cheeks with his gloved hands. “I told you not to wander off.”
“I…I didn’t,” I told him. “I was sleeping—I was dreaming. I heard…I heard my father calling my name—”
“Fucking mist,” Kieran growled, waving a hand angrily through the thick white.
“No. No. It was a dream, but it was real. I mean, it was pieces of the night the Craven attacked. Someone…someone else was there at the end.” I started to pull away, but Casteel stopped me. “He was dressed, cloaked, and he was there that night.” I twisted in Casteel’s grip. “I was trying to see his face. If I could only see his face, I’d know who he was. I just…”
My lips parted as I stared into nothing. It wasn’t a void simply absent of light. It was an end. A vast nothingness waited beyond the edge of a… cliff.
“Oh my gods,” I whispered, shuddering as I realized how close I’d come to stepping off into…into nothing.
“It was the mist,” Casteel said, his tone too gentle as he guided my stricken gaze back to his.
“She stopped me,” I whispered. “What?”
“Didn’t you see her? She stopped me. Oh, my gods.”
Casteel smoothed his thumb across my cheek, along the scar there. “No one else was here. It was just you and the mist.”
“No. There was someone else.” I looked over my shoulder, toward the emptiness. “I heard her voice. She kept telling me to stop, and then she appeared in front of me.” I turned back to Casteel. “She was right there. Where there is…there is nothing. She told me to go no farther. That the truth wasn’t here. She told me to go home and to…” I started shivering, and I couldn’t stop. “To take what was mine. And that I would learn the truth.”
“It’s okay,” Casteel assured me, but the look he exchanged with Kieran said the exact opposite. “Let’s head back to camp.”
“You didn’t see her?”
“No, Princess.” He kissed my forehead. “I only saw you about to—” He cut himself off. “It was only you.”
As Casteel helped me stand, I knew the dream had been peeling back the layers of time, revealing pieces long-buried under trauma. And I knew I hadn’t been alone. Someone…or something had stopped me from walking off the side of the mountain.
We started to—
The rumble I heard earlier returned, this time louder. Kieran cursed as Casteel whipped toward me. Before I could say a word, he lifted me in his arms and ran—ran as far as we could make it before he seemed to lose his balance. My heart seized as the mist scattered. Thrown to the side, Casteel’s arm tightened around me as we fell into Kieran. He grabbed me—grabbed us—as we pressed into a tree that vibrated and rattled like a child’s toy. Golden leaves shaken free drifted down to us, down to the earth that shook and groaned.
“What is happening?” I gasped, a hand clutching both Casteel’s and Kieran’s cloaks.
Casteel turned to me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over the rumbling. At any moment, it felt like the entire mountain would rip open and swallow us whole. My wide eyes met his as my heart thundered.
And then it stopped.
The leaves stopped falling as the trees calmed, and the ground stilled. “Is it over?” I whispered after several moments of silence.
“I think so.” Casteel swallowed as his gaze lifted to where Kieran was slowly climbing to his feet behind me. Then his eyes met mine again. “Who did you say you saw? Who stopped you?”
“I don’t know who it was, but it was a woman,” I told him. “Why?” “Because that was a god,” Kieran said hoarsely. “Returning to their
place of rest.”
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Within the first hour of our journey out of the Skotos Mountains, the magic of the mist lifted. The trees of Aios formed a glittering, golden ceiling as we descended the mountain, and I was able to remove my gloves. By the second hour, I considered shrugging off my cloak. The steadily rising temperatures should’ve lifted my spirits, but my mind was still on that mist-drenched cliff.
I had no idea if the cloaked man from my dream or his words were real or a hallucination. The latter seemed the likeliest explanation the longer I was awake. I’d never sleepwalked before, and I had no recollection of rising. That lent credence to the magic of the mountains preying upon me, but something or someone had stopped me. And Kieran had suggested that it had been Aios herself.
I glanced up at the golden trees. Could it truly have been the goddess?
That seemed too fantastical to believe.
“Would you like something to eat?” Kieran asked, drawing me from my thoughts.
Casteel had asked the same question no more than thirty minutes ago, but my stomach was full of too many knots to eat more than a few slices of bacon Casteel had offered me that morning.
“If you would like something to drink, just let me know,” Casteel said, and I nodded.
Throughout the morning, both had attempted to engage me in conversation or drown me in food and drink. I just…my mind was in too many places, in the past and in the future.
“I’ve been thinking about when we get to Atlantia,” Casteel announced not too long after. “We need to resume those horseback riding lessons.
You’re going to need more than one if you plan to run into the capital of Solis on your own horse.”
Excitement trickled through me. “I would like that.”
“I’m sure Setti would enjoy it.” Casteel guided the horse around a narrow bend. “He will probably expect daily visits from you. Though, I probably won’t be happy,” he went on. “I like you right here.”
“I really hope you two don’t turn into one of those couples who are constantly whispering sweet nothings at one another,” muttered Kieran.
My brows lifted.
“Since we’ve been married, she’s already told me to shut up—how many times? I’m pretty sure she’s threatened to stab or punch me since then, too.”
I did not recall either of those things. “Well,” Kieran said. “That’s good news.”
“But you’re still going to hear me whisper things.” Casteel’s lips brushed the healing bite mark. “Just extremely dirty things.”
“Shut up,” I said.
Casteel laughed as his arm tightened around me, but I saw Kieran’s gaze flick over me to Casteel, and I felt the Prince nod behind me. Kieran rode ahead, going far enough that I could barely make out the shape of him and his horse. I tensed, knowing there was no other reason for Kieran’s actions than to give us space.
We rode in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Casteel said, “Last night wasn’t your fault. It was the mist. Somehow, it was triggered, and it went after you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you afterward. I’m sorry.”
The sincerity in his tone startled me enough that I turned my head toward his. “I didn’t think you yelled at me. You were just…”
“What?”
“You were just scared.”
“I wasn’t scared. I was fucking terrified,” he admitted. “When we realized you were gone, we knew it wouldn’t be easy to track you in the mist. I don’t know how we found you so quickly, but thank the gods we did. Hell.” He coughed out a dry laugh. “Maybe the gods actually have something to do with us finding you.”
“Do you really think that was who I saw? Aios?”
“Honestly?” His breath touched my cheek. “We all felt the earth shake, and Nyktos did show us his approval. They seem to like you, Princess.”
I worried my lower lip. “I know you don’t think my dream was real—” “I didn’t say that. I think the mist got in your head, but that doesn’t mean that what you saw or heard wasn’t a real memory. It could’ve been real, and it could’ve been the mist. Both of those things. Either way, what
happened last night wasn’t your fault.”
“But neither you nor Kieran almost walked off a cliff,” I pointed out. “That doesn’t mean we weren’t affected.”
“You were?”
He was quiet and then said, “I had strange dreams last night.” “Like what?”
This time, he was silent for even longer. “I dreamt that you were…you were in the cage I was held in.”
“Oh.” My stomach dipped.
“And I…I couldn’t free you.” He shifted behind me as if he weren’t comfortable, and I suddenly wished we were face-to-face.
My heart twisted in my chest. “That’s not going to happen.”
“I know, but the mist still preyed on my fear.” His hand squeezed my hip. “And convinced me otherwise. That was how I woke to find you gone, gasping for air in disbelief.”
Why the mist would lead him to dream of such a thing unsettled me greatly.
“Kieran woke like he was being chased by his own ghosts, roughly at the same time. I think the mist got to both of us in our sleep and that was why we had no idea you’d awakened and left.”
Was that why neither of them seemed to have known we’d all been curled up together earlier in the night?
“What the mist did wasn’t personal, and your susceptibility wasn’t your fault. I should’ve been more aware. I should’ve expected something like that could happen.”
“It sounds like you had your hands full.”
“That’s no excuse. I should’ve controlled the situation better.”
I looked at him again over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of his hard jaw. “Compulsions aside, you can’t control everything.”
“Says who?” “Says me.”
A smirk appeared. “Well, you have me there. I can’t control you. If I could, I suspect life would be easier, but I don’t even want to try, to be
honest. You keep things…intriguing.”
Him and that damn word. Lips curving, I turned back around. “Princess?”
“What?”
“I saw that. That little grin.” He leaned in, dipping his chin against the side of my neck. “Why are there times you still hide your smiles from me?” His chest rose with a heavy breath as he sat back. “You have a beautiful smile. That and your laugh. And you…you never laughed enough as it was, but when you did…”
I closed my eyes.
“When you did, it was like the moment the damn mist finally cleared. Like when the first rays of sun break through the clouds after a heavy storm,” he said without an ounce of embarrassment. “Your laugh is as beautiful as your smile, and when I told you it was like hearing something familiar? It wasn’t a lie.”
Letting out a shaky breath, I opened my eyes. The gold leaves glistened even more brightly now. “I…I didn’t know that I was still doing that, and it makes me wonder if I did that before you. Smiling and laughter wasn’t becoming of a Maiden, according to the Duke.”
“I want to kill him again.” “As do I,” I murmured.
We traveled on for a bit, Kieran was still far enough ahead that I couldn’t see much of him. I thought about what I’d seen last night, what I did actually remember. “Do you remember the night I said that creepy rhyme in my sleep?”
“Not something I’m likely to forget,” he replied dryly. “My father used to say it to me.”
Casteel stiffened behind me. “Come again?”
“Not the last bit—the part about picking the flower and watching it bleed,” I told him. “I still don’t know who said that. It could’ve been the Duke or some twisted part of myself. I don’t know, but the first part—the pretty poppy part. I forgot that. He would say that to me. How could I forget that?”
His arm curled tighter. “I don’t know, but bad memories always seem to have a way of being remembered over the good.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
“Did you dream of your father?”
“I did. I remembered finding him that night. At least, I think I did.” My brow creased. “No, I’m sure that was real. I was looking for him. That’s how my mother found me. He used to call her Cora.” That was another thing I’d forgotten.
“Was that not her name?” “Her name was Coralena.”
“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, and it was. “What was your father’s?”
“You don’t know that?”
“No. I only knew that your name was Penellaphe at first, and it took a damn long time to discover you had a brother. And that was how I learned your last name,” he told me. “To be honest, I didn’t look into your parents. I didn’t think there was a reason to.”
“If you did, I doubt it would’ve given you any indication that I was… half-Atlantian.” It still sounded strange to say that. “His name was Leopold, but my mother called him Leo or…or Lion.”
“Lion,” he repeated. “I like that. It fits that a Lion would have such a fierce daughter.”
I smiled then, and I only knew that Casteel had seen it because he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. It felt like a thank you.
His arm squeezed me. “But back to the gods seeming to like you. Nyktos gave us his blessing basically. If that was Aios last night, and gods, it just might’ve been her, she woke to ensure your safety,” he said, and there was a bit of awe in his voice. “I’m going to repeat that, Princess. A god woke from hundreds and hundreds of years of sleep to protect you. That is not something that has ever happened before as far as I know.”
My pulse skittered. “Then why would it happen now? Why would they step in for me?” As soon as that question left me, Duchess Teerman’s words came back to me. You are Chosen. Lies. Duchess Teerman had only spoken lies. “I mean, I’m not special.”
“I’m going to have to disagree with the idea that you’re not special. You are to me, and you are to the Kingdoms of Atlantia and Solis,” Casteel said. “Together, we can change the now and the future. That’s not the only reason you’re special, but that could be why you’ve caught the sleeping eyes of the gods.” He took my left hand in his. Our marked palms met, and there was that strange jolt of energy. “The gods favor you. Either way, this is good news, Poppy.”
I threaded my fingers through his. “If the gods accept me, how can your parents not? How can your—” I caught myself. “How can our people not?”
“Exactly.” He kissed my cheek.
And for the first time since all of this started, hope sparked. Real hope that gaining the acceptance of his parents, of the people, would be possible. That they would stand beside us now when we returned to Solis to free his brother and to gain territory. That they would stand beside us afterward, when we returned. And if one day I became more than a Princess.
A lightness filled me, a warmth that made it impossible for that coldness to return.
We rode on then, eventually catching up to Kieran, and it wasn’t too long before the sun-dappled gold-leaf trees gave way to lush green. I knew then that we’d passed the mountain and we were truly at the edge of the actual Kingdom of Atlantia.
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Gold Rock was exactly as I expected. A large, round boulder that shimmered gold in the sunlight.
Jasper and two other groups were already there. Quentyn began waving the moment he saw us.
“Glad to see you made it,” Emil said, bowing from where he stood by his horse. “And you.”
The last part was directed toward me, and I recalled Casteel’s jealousy.
I stopped my grin then.
“What about me?” Kieran asked, dismounting.
“Should I lie and tell you I am thrilled?” the Atlantian replied, a hint of a grin on his face.
“It would make me feel like my life’s complete, Emil.”
“Naill and Delano haven’t arrived yet?” Casteel asked as he dropped down. He reached for me as he said, “I figured they’d beat all of us.”
“They haven’t arrived yet,” Jasper answered, looking tired as he leaned against the rock. “I thought you would’ve beat us here.”
“Yeah?”
Jasper nodded as he covered a yawn with the back of his hand. “I cannot wait to become reacquainted with my bed,” he said with a sigh as I
started to unhook the buttons of my cloak. “Anyway, I hope the night was less eventful for you all.”
“Nothing of interest happened with us,” Casteel said, meeting my gaze as he brushed my hands aside. He began working the tiny buttons, and a wealth of gratitude rose. Not for him unbuttoning my cloak but for not mentioning what happened. “What about you all?”
“Weird dreams,” Jasper muttered as he watched us—watched me.
“As if that’s all,” Emil commented as he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic. “I’m assuming you guys felt that last night—the shaking of the entire mountain.”
Casteel nodded but didn’t elaborate. I felt Jasper’s attention focused on us—all the wolven that were present, actually—as Casteel folded my cloak and placed it in one of the saddlebags. The rest of our group arrived. None of them looked like they’d slept well, and it was strange to see Beckett in his mortal form and so subdued as we eventually continued on.
The patchy grass gave way to rolling hills that were a lush, vibrant green, and it wasn’t too long before I wished I had changed into the sleeveless tunic.
Lifting a hand, I wiped a fine sheen of sweat from my forehead. “Is it warm like this always? I’m not complaining if it is.”
“It’s warm here, near the sea,” Casteel answered, and I looked around, wondering what body of water he spoke of. “But farther inland, when you near the Mountains of Nyktos, you’ll see more seasonal changes and colder temperatures.”
I started to ask where this sea was when I saw them.
Graceful, gleaming white stone columns that stretched so far into the sky that if there had been clouds, they would’ve reached beyond them. A tumbling motion in my chest took my breath.
“The Pillars of Atlantia?” I whispered. “Yes.” Casteel’s voice was soft in my ear.
A sense of wonder washed through me, one that ran deeper than curiosity as we drew closer. I could see shadowy grooves in them, markings in a language I’d never seen before. The Pillars were more than just markers or even the resting place of Theon and Lailah. They were connected to a wall of the same stone, what appeared to be limestone and marble. It was as high as any Rise and continued on farther than I could see. We crested the hill, and I saw between the two pillars, seeing what awaited.
Tiny bumps rose all over my skin as a hum seemed to vibrate in my blood in a long-forgotten hymn.
Casteel’s chin grazed the side of my neck, followed by his lips. “Welcome home, Princess.”
