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Chapter no 16

A Reign of Rose (The Sacred Stones, #3)

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. โ€œWhat the fuck happened?โ€ โ€œWe were attacked.โ€

He knelt, his eyes narrowing. Flames crackled behind his thick head. โ€œLying whore.โ€

โ€œNo,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.

โ€œYou did this.โ€ His voice sliced through my dizzying thoughts. โ€œYou 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.

โ€œStop.โ€ My voice was too hoarse to hear over the shouts and pleas and screams.

Then I got a decent look at him.

Maddoxโ€™s face was covered in ash. His ear, blown clean off. His nose was bleeding. โ€œYouโ€™re going to be sorry.โ€ Maddox swore, wrapping a single hand around my throat and squeezing, eliciting an involuntary whimper from me. โ€œI am going to make you so,โ€ he said, grunting and tightening his fist, โ€œsoย sorry.โ€

I clawed and choked, my limp legs dangling, leaden beneath me. โ€œLet her go,โ€ someone called. โ€œLet 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 burnsโ€ฆ

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 coweredโ€”none of that brave, last full-blooded Fae left in meโ€”as 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 Iโ€™d seen from anyone in a long, long while. Years of fury. A lifetimeโ€™s 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.

โ€œWyn,โ€ I croaked eventually, crawling toward him. โ€œHeโ€™s 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 couldnโ€™t bring myself to look at what remained of Maddoxโ€™s face.

โ€œWyn, 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. โ€œArwen.โ€ He sounded worse than ragged. โ€œWe have to get you to

โ€”โ€

โ€œWhy?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.

โ€œWhyโ€ฆโ€ 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. Iโ€™d used more tonight than I had in months.

โ€œAll I ever wanted was to do right by my mother,โ€ Wyn said as I righted myself to stand. โ€œShe wouldnโ€™t be proud of the things I allowed to happen within these walls.โ€ Wyn shook his head. โ€œThe things I allowed to happen to you.โ€

The crash of somethingโ€”a pillar, or lofted ceilingโ€”sent us careening back and down into the ground. Soot and wreckage filled my mouth and eyes. And heat. More fire, more ruinous flame.

โ€œWe need to go,โ€ Wyn managed around the thick, gray air. โ€œWhere is Kane?โ€

Wynโ€™s bloodshot eyes locked onto mine. โ€œHeโ€™s here? In the palace?โ€ As if on cue, somewhere, a dragon roared.

Before I could make sense of itโ€”had Kane regained his lighte? Had he found the blade? Or was that a victorious, celebratory Lazarus?โ€”a 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.

โ€œWyn,โ€ I panted as we ran past burning columns and melting flesh, โ€œwhat 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€”

โ€œThere isnโ€™t one,โ€ Wyn shouted. โ€œTheyโ€™re already hunting for you.โ€

Flames blazed through my vision. Walls of it tunneling, blooming around what was left of Lazarusโ€™s atrium. Swallowing the carcasses of the settees, melting every candle, warping the shards of vases and frames.

โ€œGods above,โ€ Wyn breathed.

The heat was unbearable. Eons past discomfort. My heart slowed, tired of pumping so fast for so long.

โ€œThink,โ€ I urged him. โ€œYouโ€™ve been a kingsguard here for years. There has to be something. One of those hidden passages?โ€

โ€œThe 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. โ€œIt wonโ€™t protect us forever. Eventually weโ€™ll be kindling.โ€

โ€œTrust me,โ€ he called back.

But the door was locked. Wyn readied his hands at the frame, lighte curlingโ€”

โ€œNo.โ€ I seized his wrists. โ€œIf you blow the door we canโ€™t defend ourself from the flames.โ€

โ€œGods damn it,โ€ Wyn cursed. โ€œThen thereโ€™s nothing else, Arwen. Not if we canโ€™t get inside without blasting it open.โ€

But Iโ€™d watched my brother and Halden pick the lock of Powellโ€™s shed a hundred times. I sank to my knees, heart racing, and fished Wynโ€™s 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 aliveโ€ฆ

โ€œArwenโ€ฆโ€

โ€œI can do it,โ€ I bit out, โ€œI just need one moreโ€”โ€

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 stillโ€”cold air.

Wyn and I sighed in unison.

The closet wasnโ€™t 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.

โ€œNow what?โ€ I asked, willing my fear to quiet its ringing in my earsโ€”I couldnโ€™t panic. Not now.

โ€œThere was a false wall in here years agoโ€ฆโ€ Wynโ€™s warm, ragged breath fanned over my face in the small space. โ€œOne 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 wallโ€”the 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. Heโ€™d 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. “Iโ€™m 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 Iโ€™d 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. โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€

โ€œNothing,โ€ I said, walking past him. My heart had settled itself in my tonsils. I dry heaved again.

โ€œWhat is it?โ€

Tightness seized my chest with the scuttle ofย somethingย across my foot. โ€œI get anxious in enclosed spaces. Itโ€™s 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 wasnโ€™t sureโ€”not moonlight from above us, not candles

โ€”but 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.

Mossโ€”or perhaps severely mildewed fabricโ€”lay in tufts in one corner. A stone well crumbled in the opposite one. I couldnโ€™t 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.

โ€œWe need to go back,โ€ I heard myself say. โ€œNow.โ€

Wyn grasped my hand and we ran for that tunnel. To go back the way weโ€™d came, back up that immortally dark corridor and back out into the flames.

But we werenโ€™t fast enough. The creature was already there, waiting for

us.

Grinning.

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