ARWEN
BACK IN THE BATHS,ย LAZARUSย had said I was different. Or that I thought myself as much. Wellโhe was right. I was different now. Braver, less
trustingโstupider maybe. Whatever it wasโฆI never ran for that alleyway.
Iโd stood, in my horrid gilded dress and bare toes, hiding in the bushes where Kane had left me. Iโd told myself,ย Just long enough to see him come back out with the blade.
And when I couldnโt hear my own thoughts over my raucous heartbeat a minute longer, Iโd gone after him.
โExcuse me,โ I said to the first guard I found on the cobbled road, making my voice sound innocent and lost. โIโm looking for my king?โ
He only eyed me, sweaty under his bloodred visor, sizing me up. Another strolled over, hand on his pommel, shiny in the moonlight. โFae girl, did you run?โ
โNo.โ I shook my head, willing my eyes as big as dinner plates. โI got lost. This corset is just so tight.โ I shimmied around in it, pressing my breasts together. โI only needed some air. If you would just bring me to my kingโฆโ
They were silent as they studied me, attempting to make sense of my vaguely flirtatious babbling. Another, more stately guard with a prominent mustache wandered over, and the three clustered around me like moths to a naive, busty flame.
โTake her to the king,โ Mustache said. โHeโs on his way back to his wing now.โ
Jackpot.
Inside the palace the candelabras were dimmed, the music had ceased, and the faint peals of laughter and singing had been silenced. The ball was over, and any remaining members of Lazarusโs court were upstairs, waiting to watch me be defiled. We sped through an arch that looked out onto a courtyard, and ashy night air called to me through the glass.
Iโd been free. Now I was back in this nightmarish, poisoned palace. I should have listened to Kane. Iโd surely be deposited right back into my suite, trapped once more.
Do not panic now. Find Kane. Work together.
Freedom outside these walls while a mortal Kane suffered inside them was not any freedom I was interested in. I just needed to get to Lazarusโs wing. Iโd use my lighte then. I still had some rolling through my veins. Enough to defend myself.
Finally we arrived at Lazarusโs atrium with all its strange doors and their symbols.
โIs he in there?โ The sweating guard beside me called to the other armored men in the atrium. I counted five. More than I could likely take alone, but with Kaneโs help, wherever he wasโฆ
โIndeed,โ one replied, intrigue drawing him nearer. โIs that the girl?โ โYeah, sheโโ
A single crash rang out from Lazarusโs bedroom. Like glass shattering.
The guard beside me stiffened, reaching for his sword.
Shit.ย Shit.
That was Kane. It had to be. In there, mortal, with his fatherโ I moved before I could think.
My lighte flung from my fingers in ribbons of hot, white fire. The power lassoed around the two guards nearest Lazarusโs bedroom door before they could get inside. Their screams echoed off the domed glass ceiling. It was the surprise that had doomed themโ
But I wouldnโt be as lucky with the others.
Lighte like a vicious, honed wind flew from the sweating Fae guardโs hands and I dropped to the ground mere seconds before it could ensnare me. I could shoot my own power back at him, but thought it better to conserve what I had left.
Instead, I crawled for the unconscious men Iโd charred, brandishing a dagger taken off one just in time to slice it through the neck of another soldier, snarling as he lunged for me.
An older, haggard guardโs cloudy gray lighte snapped through the air and sent me back down to the ground. Agony radiated across my shoulder. When he raised his hands once more, I rolled to the side, drenching myself in the blood of his fallen comrade.
I raised my hands as he hurtled for meโ But his blow never came.
He clattered to the floor, body sizzling on impact.
Sizzling, as flames fromย my palmsย engulfed him, until the embers were snuffed out entirely by his peerโs wet blood.
Triumph and hot, thrummingย powerย lit me from the inside. Nobody would stand between Kane and me. Iโd topple this whole palace to get back to him. And as if my lighte understood that, the power funneled out of my hands in jets of fire and sunshine, casting the wing in blinding rays of light and gilding the night-dark hall.
And thatโs what it was. Power. I was more powerful than these men. I could see it in the way the remaining two approached me cautiously. Rabidly angry, embarrassedโbut cautious. Fae soldiers or not, I was true Fae. And theyโฆthey wereย scared.
The dagger Iโd nabbed flew through the air toward a new, incoming guardโsomeone whoโd heard the noise or seen the feathered licks of fire brightening the pitch-black atriumโand lodged in his visor, carving its way through his eye. Gory gurgling spewed out as he crumpled to the ground.
Kane would have liked that one.
The last men appraised me. A shorter guard, wheezing furiously, and the sweating man whoโd brought me here, clearly regretting his choices.
I stood, sucking in a breath. The muffled shouts of Kane and his father echoed through the door behind me. I had to be quickerโ
The sweaty guard unleashed his own stormy lighte at me, and the other soldier ran for Lazarusโs bedroom. Strikes of needle-sharp wind stung my legs and faceโbut my white flames engulfed them too quickly, protecting me as mightily as they destroyed.
Before he could advance with a stronger attack, my lighte swallowed the sweating guard whole.
Even his screams. Untilโ
Until aย handโa firm, thick handโclosed around my throat from behind and the other gripped my arms behind me in a vise.
I gurgled for air, kicking at impenetrable silver armor.
Every limbโeveryย nerveย in my bodyโprotested as I fought and fought and fought to breathe. Joints and tendons straining. My elbows writhing into his chest.
I could hear in his growls and grunts as I squirmed. โDonโt fuss,โ he ordered, his meaty hands squeezing me closer and closer to unconsciousness. Pain whipped through my chest. I was running out of air.
With the last of my energy I closed my eyes and tried to focus on all Dagan had taught me about my lighte. Heโd always said to focus on my emotionsโthat therein lay my power. And Kaneโ
He was likely on the brink of death if he was alone with his father this whole time.
That thought aloneโ
A whirl of conquering sunlight shot from my mouth as I threw my head back toward the guard andย screamed.
Air rushed into my lungs as I fell to the floor. And while I heaved in precious lungfuls, I took in the still-twitching crisp on the marble floor behind me, his flesh sizzling in my nostrils.
I had no time for relief nor to thank the Stonesโ
I leapt over scorched, distorted bodies and shoved against the door to Lazarusโs room.
My fists slammed at the anthracite with every ounce of energy I had left. Slammed and slammed andย slammedย until the bones in my hands had surely cracked and splintered and pain radiated up my arms into my already throbbing shoulder blade.
I used all that was left of my lighte blasting strike after strike at the doorโs handle and hinges and frame to no avail.
Spelled. The door was spelled shut.
โLet me in, youย coward,โ I screamed at the unflinching, ugly black stone. Thumping my now swollen fists against it.
A mighty crash sounded from the other side. Grunts and heaves. Kane was alive. And I nearly brokeโ
Iโd been so scared. So scared to lose him.
I had to find another way inside before our luck turned.
My eyes landed on the door marked with the insignia of the sun. The one Iโd seen soldiers carrying those massive barrels of my lighte into the day Iโd been brought here for the baths.
A terrible,ย terribleย idea coursed through my mind.
If I wasnโt getting in with my own powerโฆIโd just need more.ย Much
more.
I moved, exhausted, inhaling the seared flesh of men Iโd practically cooked alive. Smoke was still curling off the now charred fur settees. The atrium was destroyedโbooks and vases, frames and debris, all of it dripping blood and sizzling. Bodies and limbs fanned out like a gruesome mosaic across the floorโ
Iโdย massacredย seven people. Killed them like animalsโ
Inside that room now, bird. Analysis of ethics later.
After everythingโthat voice inside my head was still his.
I threw myself inside the room marked with the symbol of the sun and slammed the door shut. It was too dark to tell exactly what I shared the space with. But the smellโa bit metallic, a bit astringentโฆlike coins and spirit and something else too potent to describe. That was all I was hoping for:ย lighte.
Sounds of violence filtered in through the wall. Thumping, roaring. The crashing of some weighty stone furniture.
Hurry, hurryโ
I felt around in the darkness. Round glass containers filled the space. Each about the size of my torso. I slammed my fist into the glass, and the barrelsย glowed.
The entire room, cast in an eerie yellow, like a vengeful sunriseโ
Before me were not just a few vats of lighte. Not the handful Iโd seen carried inside days agoโฆNo, Lazarusโs reserves were rows and rows andย rowsย of these barrels. Rising high up into vaulted ceilings. Enough lighte to power a city.
To win a war. Orโฆ
Or to destroy the walls between us. Enough lighte to get me to Kane.
I pressed my hand against the barrel. The lighte whirred and shook, glowed brighter,ย angrierโ
Heavy footfalls and the clamor of guardsโ shouts sounded in the distant hallway. After using nearly all my power to eviscerate those soldiers, this was the only chance I was going to get.
I gathered every last ounce of strength I had left in my bones, sucked in a ragged breath, and slammed a ferocious blast of white-hot fire into the barrel before me.
A single viciousย crackย sounded in the half darkness.
And in the span of a heartbeat, some deep, base instinct formed a weak bubble of shimmering illuminationโthe very last lighte I hadโaround my huddled body before I was engulfed in a hurricane of blinding fire.
HEAT.
Incessant heat swamped my body.
Sticky. Prickling. So hot it was flashing cold before burning up again.
Kane.ย Where was Kane?
My face was so hot the tears were drying on my cheeks as they shed. Not tears from pain, but from the debris in my eyes. Glass and dust and shards of stone.
Ringing filled my ears alongside shouts of horror, agonyโ Andย roaring. A dragonโs roar.
Lazarus?
I scrambled to sit upright, but my legsโฆ
My legs wouldnโt move. I couldnโt feel them.
Not good. I blinked and blinked and blinked until the world came back into focus.
At first, the blur before me was hot and bright and tinged red.
Then it clarified in an instant, and if Iโd had any moisture in my throat I would have screamed.
Fireโall around me. Licks of it still heating my face. The entire lighte repository was gone, and in its place a gargantuan blaze of pure heat. The door had been blasted openโno, blastedย offโand outside, where the glossy walls of the atrium once wereโฆ
Scurrying bodies climbing over a mere foundationโrubble and silver armor and uniformed handmaidens. Some tending to injured guards, others running from falling scaffolding and glass. Collapsed pillars, dangling, charred chandeliers, candelabras impalingโ
If this palace had been filled with lifeโpotted plants and gardens andย woodย andย wickerย as the fortress at Sirenโs Cove had beenโthe entire place would be pure ash.
My eyes squeezed closed. I couldnโt hear my own breathing over the tumult. The marble beneath me was cracked in half. Smoke filled my lungs as I tried to crawl forward, dragging my immobile legs with me. Iโd either suffered a spinal injury in the explosion or my legs were numb from impact, and Iโd need time to regain feeling. I prayed to the Stones for the latter.
Either way, I had to get away from that heat before I was broiled alive.
Had to findย Kane.
Outside of the receptacle was only marginally cooler. Bits of fabric from the settees and rugs were still lit with low flames and incandescent cinders
yet to be extinguished.
And out here, too much nightโ
That smoggy air and filtered moonlight slunk through my hair and along the skin I could still feelโmy arms, my neck. The bare back of my ridiculous gold dress.
The entire ceiling of the atriumโthat soaring arched glass dome decorated with wrought iron and filagreeโjustย gone.ย The walls, too. The few left behind broken in half and charred and scorched with soot.
And Lazarusโs bedroomโblasted into oblivion. Dark, rich bedding and expensive rugs alight with flame. Books on fire, ashes swirling.
Empty. No Lazarus, and no Kane. Heavy feet thumped toward me.
Blessed, sturdy footfalls.
Kaneโ
Thank the Stones. Consciousness was slipping away and my body hurt so thoroughlyโฆ
And then, like a shipโs horn in blinding fog revealed a behemoth sea creature: slow, resonantย hummingโฆ
A callous, calm sound as those boots drew nearer. Like a finger pressed on a single out-of-tune key. A dissonant, stagnant pitch.
That noise sent my blood to ice as I peered up at the face looming above me.
Not Kane.
Maddox.