ARWEN
MADDOX SNARLED AS HE TOOKย in my wounds. My undoubtably pale face. The dead guards and toxic flame and glass-strewn chaos
reigning over the atrium. โWhat the fuck happened?โ โWe were attacked.โ
He knelt, his eyes narrowing. Flames crackled behind his thick head. โLying whore.โ
โNo,โ I pleaded. Tried to stand.
Mistake.
Wobbling on bloodless limbs, I fell to the floor, palms barely extending fast enough to catch me. My body screamed in pain.
โYou did this.โ His voice sliced through my dizzying thoughts. โYou fucking did this.โ
An unstable balcony in the hallway clattered down in a crash of smoke, sending nurses and handmaidens screaming. A column followed suit. The palace was collapsing.
Unbothered by the disintegration around us, Maddox grasped my shoulders and yanked me up with his meaty hands. I scratched and tugged away to no avail.
โStop.โ My voice was too hoarse to hear over the shouts and pleas and screams.
Then I got a decent look at him.
Maddoxโs face was covered in ash. His ear, blown clean off. His nose was bleeding. โYouโre going to be sorry.โ Maddox swore, wrapping a single hand around my throat and squeezing, eliciting an involuntary whimper from me. โI am going to make you so,โ he said, grunting and tightening his fist, โsoย sorry.โ
I clawed and choked, my limp legs dangling, leaden beneath me. โLet her go,โ someone called. โLet her go, Maddox!โ
But Maddox was too rageful. I could see it in his beady eyes. His grimacing, blocklike face. Nothing would stop him from ending me. And it would be easy. I already had no air. A concussion, I thought. Some spinal injury, and burns. So many burnsโฆ
I could barely process Wyn as he barreled into Maddox and sent the three of us flying toward the stiff, unforgiving stone floor of what was left of the atrium.
My entire body wailed with the impact. I coweredโnone of that brave, last full-blooded Fae left in meโas someone delivered blow after blow after bone-crunching blow beside me.
Please let it be Wyn.
I pried one stiff, blurred eye open.
Soft dark hair plastered to his head, face contorted with real, true conviction, Wyn knelt over Maddox and pummeled him with more fury than Iโd seen from anyone in a long, long while. Years of fury. A lifetimeโs worth. And something in my smoke-filled chest broke at the tears that slipped down his face as he raged and drove fist after fist.
โWyn,โ I croaked eventually, crawling toward him. โHeโs dead.โ
But Wyn did not falter. He slammed one bloodied, ashy hand after another into his rival until teeth scattered across the floor. I was never squeamish, but even I couldnโt bring myself to look at what remained of Maddoxโs face.
โWyn, please.โ
Finally, some vengeance-spell broken by my ragged plea, Wyn released Maddox and stared at what his hands had done.
Eventually he climbed off his fellow guard and lifted me to stand. I swayed on my numb legs and Wyn course-corrected, allowing me to lean into him. โArwen.โ He sounded worse than ragged. โWe have to get you to
โโ
โWhy?โ I asked.
His voice drifted off as he observed the chaos. The devastation. The few guards funneling out past walls of fire, desperate for a reprieve from the growing blaze.
โWhyโฆโ I croaked again, finally casting my eyes over Maddox. The bloodied guard was a nauseating lump of blood and soot.
Feeling was finally coming back to my legs. Not my spine, then, thank the Stones. I held my palm to the burns across my back and neck. No lighte yet. It would be a while before any of my lighte regenerated. Iโd used more tonight than I had in months.
โAll I ever wanted was to do right by my mother,โ Wyn said as I righted myself to stand. โShe wouldnโt be proud of the things I allowed to happen within these walls.โ Wyn shook his head. โThe things I allowed to happen to you.โ
The crash of somethingโa pillar, or lofted ceilingโsent us careening back and down into the ground. Soot and wreckage filled my mouth and eyes. And heat. More fire, more ruinous flame.
โWe need to go,โ Wyn managed around the thick, gray air. โWhere is Kane?โ
Wynโs bloodshot eyes locked onto mine. โHeโs here? In the palace?โ As if on cue, somewhere, a dragon roared.
Before I could make sense of itโhad Kane regained his lighte? Had he found the blade? Or was that a victorious, celebratory Lazarus?โa wild lick of fire lashed out at us. Supernaturally hot and scalding my flesh. Engulfing us, burningโ
And then we were moving. Running, as best I could, before the flames could maul us.ย Sprinting, despite the pounding in my head and all my sizzling burns.
โWyn,โ I panted as we ran past burning columns and melting flesh, โwhat is the fastest way out of the palace?โ He knew what I meant.ย Where no guards will see us.ย I had to get out, had to find Kaneโ
โThere isnโt one,โ Wyn shouted. โTheyโre already hunting for you.โ
Flames blazed through my vision. Walls of it tunneling, blooming around what was left of Lazarusโs atrium. Swallowing the carcasses of the settees, melting every candle, warping the shards of vases and frames.
โGods above,โ Wyn breathed.
The heat was unbearable. Eons past discomfort. My heart slowed, tired of pumping so fast for so long.
โThink,โ I urged him. โYouโve been a kingsguard here for years. There has to be something. One of those hidden passages?โ
โThe broom closet,โ he said in the end, already moving toward a nondescript door that might have otherwise blended into the bloodred walls, and dragging me behind him.
I dodged over groaning, melting men in silver armor. โIt wonโt protect us forever. Eventually weโll be kindling.โ
โTrust me,โ he called back.
But the door was locked. Wyn readied his hands at the frame, lighte curlingโ
โNo.โ I seized his wrists. โIf you blow the door we canโt defend ourself from the flames.โ
โGods damn it,โ Wyn cursed. โThen thereโs nothing else, Arwen. Not if we canโt get inside without blasting it open.โ
But Iโd watched my brother and Halden pick the lock of Powellโs shed a hundred times. I sank to my knees, heart racing, and fished Wynโs hairpin from my curls. The metal glinted in the glow of the surrounding flames, and I nudged it carefully into the keyway despite my shaking hands.
Agonizing seconds ticked by in which I wondered if this was the worst possible detour to being burned aliveโฆ
โArwenโฆโ
โI can do it,โ I bit out, โI just need one moreโโ
But then the door clicked open and Wyn and I tumbled inside before slamming it closed.
Darkness engulfed us both. And cool, trapped air. Dusty and stale but stillโcold air.
Wyn and I sighed in unison.
The closet wasnโt really large enough for us both. It only held three brooms, propped against a wall of shelving stuffed with cleaning supplies, buckets, and rags. The cramped space was lit only by the warm, flickering light of the blaze outside, slipping in through the crack at the bottom of the door.
โNow what?โ I asked, willing my fear to quiet its ringing in my earsโI couldnโt panic. Not now.
โThere was a false wall in here years agoโฆโ Wynโs warm, ragged breath fanned over my face in the small space. โOne that led to a tunnel that took you to the city center. An escape route for Lazarus in case the castle were ever breached.โ
Dust filled my lungs, and I swallowed down a ragged cough, my heart already racing in the cramped, suffocating darkness. My fingers skimmed along the cold stone wallโthe only one without shelves. No hinges, no gaps. Just smooth stone. Behind me, I could hear Wyn frantically sorting through feather dusters and soaps.
“But maybe… maybe it’s been sealed,” he murmured, fear seeping into his voice.
Every scream outside chipped away at my certainty, though I still managed to say, “He’s too selfish. Heโd keep a secret way out just for himself.” I crouched and ran my hands along the molding where the wall met the marble floor, brushing through lint and rodent droppings.
Wyn nearly toppled over me, scrambling to feel along the opposite shelf. Pitchers and linens clattered to the floor, and a stray sponge rolled off my back. “Arwen,” he sighed. “Iโm sorโ”
Before he could finish, a creak echoed through the cramped closet.
The entire wall of supplies swung open, sending more objects crashing down. At last, we were met with a narrow, unlit corridor.
The breath Iโd been holding burst from my lungs, and Wyn muttered a prayer of thanks. Together, we stepped into the waiting darkness.
The corridor was black and deathly silent, the quiet deepening as we moved further. I could only tell we were descending by the steady pull on my calves and thighs. Somewhere above or below, water dripped, echoing through the emptiness. Occasionally, footsteps thudded far above us. But down here, there were no doors, no light, no ladders, or windows. Nothing but stone as we ventured deeper and deeper into the castle’s depths.
My mouth had gone bone-dry. My hands trembled at my sides. My burns stung.
When I heaved for no reason at all, Wyn finally turned back toward me. I only knew he had from the echo of his feet shifting in the gritty dirt floor. โWhatโs wrong?โ
โNothing,โ I said, walking past him. My heart had settled itself in my tonsils. I dry heaved again.
โWhat is it?โ
Tightness seized my chest with the scuttle ofย somethingย across my foot. โI get anxious in enclosed spaces. Itโs fine.โ
No sooner had I said it than a simple turn yawned the tunnel open widely before us. The rocky catacomb was dimly lit, but where the light was coming from I wasnโt sureโnot moonlight from above us, not candles
โbut I sucked in great heaves of air regardless. I nearly leaned over to brace myself against my knees.
Critters scurrying and the sound of shifting sediment echoed, but I was too relieved to have some space, some light, someย airย that I hardly noticed.
Mossโor perhaps severely mildewed fabricโlay in tufts in one corner. A stone well crumbled in the opposite one. I couldnโt imagine how stagnant, how putrid that primeval water might have been. And from some other corner, a clatterโ
Dinner scraps clinking.ย Bonesโ
Wyn drew in a breath.
Either this had not been the right route, or Lazarus had employed some kind of safeguard to block his only exit to the city center. Some kind ofโ
A withering, earsplitting screech rocked the cavern and silenced my thoughts.
โWe need to go back,โ I heard myself say. โNow.โ
Wyn grasped my hand and we ran for that tunnel. To go back the way weโd came, back up that immortally dark corridor and back out into the flames.
But we werenโt fast enough. The creature was already there, waiting for
us.
Grinning.