ARWEN
IHAD COME BACK FROMย the dead three times in my life, and was certain it had been three times too many.
It wasnโt that I wished to die. Each time light sputtered from the darkness and breath yawned into my lungs, my first instinct was always to thank the Stones.ย But that rush of appreciationโthe grasping of each of my limbs and swaths of flesh to make sure all was still where it was meant to beโnever lasted long.
Each time, I was hit with a distinct sense of foreboding. A knowledge that each brush with that howling, bottomless void was just a mere taste of the looming inevitable. That fate was a mischievous feline, and my death was a ball of twine on the precipice of unraveling.
โContemplating the nature of the universe?โ Kaneโs ragged voice still broke shivers across my back as if he had whispered the words against the sensitive shell of my ear.
He walked in quietly, closing the door of knotted wood behind him. The makeshift infirmary was entirely crafted with rounded logs, like a crisp mountain cabin.
โMore like my fragile existence.โ It was an attempt at lightness, but neither of us laughed.
Wisps of sable hair fell past his dark brows, and, despite his easy words, they were furrowed with pain as he beheld me. Heโd changed out of his
stolen Fae armor and was in a slightly frayed brick-red tunic and dark pants. His hair wasnโt clean, his face still scuffed here and there with blood and dirt, butโฆheโd shaved. As if the most offensive grime that covered him was the beard heโd worn while Iโd been gone. The souvenir of his grief.
Kane watched me from across the spare, warm room. Hollow bars of crimson sunlight drifted through the mismatched logs of the roof and painted his gracefully carved chin and folded arms. Kane made no move to join me in the stiff bed with its thin, moth-eaten blankets, and I sat up with a poorly concealed wince.
โDonโt rush yourself.โ His eyes were a brand on my face, my bare shouldersโat some point whoever resurrected me had sheared my golden gown clean off. Good riddance.
Kane watched intently as my hand rubbed down my sore neck. โWhere are we?โ
โA hidden encampment built by rebels.โ He sounded hoarse. Like heโd been screaming.
โHidden?โ
โWarded by a magic boundary, just outside that city I spoke of, Aurora.โ โWhere you told me to ask forโฆโ My medicated mind couldnโt conjure
the name he had given me back in the palace. Back when heโd urged me to run. Guilt swirled in my newly stitched stomach. Had I listened, would he have had to endure whatever cast his face in such pained exhaustion?
โHart Renwick,โ Kane supplied quietly. โHeโs a young Fae whoโs built up an army of insurgents. The citizens of Lumera call him the rebel king.โ
โOhโ was all I could manage.
Kaneโs cheek twitched. But yearningโlonging and remorse and unfiltered regretโwas all that shone in those eyes.
โKaneโฆโ
โI canโt,โ he said in a rush.
Horrible, ice-cold fear sank through me. โCanโt what?โ I whispered. Tears had already welled in my eyes. I was so,ย soย weak when it came to him.
He shook his head, brows lowered in some kind of warning. โIf I go to youโฆIf I hold youโฆโ His voice broke on the word and I began to cry in earnest.
โArwenโฆโ His next words were said so low, his tormented expression was the only proof Iโd not imagined them. โIt willย breakย me.โ
Something like relief loosened my shoulders just a bit. Iโd thoughtโฆ assumed he was saying something else. And I wouldnโt even have blamed him. To be together, when everything around us was constantly shatteringโฆ I wasnโt sureย Iย was strong enough. But thisโฆthis fear was something else. Something I could handle.
โCome here,โ I whispered, scooting to the side carefully. โAnd I will put you back together.โ
I could tell by the way his brows met that my words weakened his already flimsy resolve. He crossed the room in three strides and gathered me into his arms.
We breathed each other in. His warmth, like home. His ragged breathsโ each one a rhapsody. His leathery scent and sweat seeping into my entire aching bodyโI swore my bones groaned in pleasure just to be held by him. Kane pressed his lips to my forehead over and over. โIโve almost lost you too many times,โ he said. โAnd each timeโฆI lose a piece of myself
each time, Arwen.โ
โI know,โ I replied, running my fingers up and down his powerful, shuddering back. โBut maybeโฆif everything we face, we face together, the pieces will grow back even stronger.โ
Kane coughed out one wet laugh and I wondered, my face pressed against his chest, if he was crying. โYour optimism knows no bounds.โ
I smiled against his sternum, and murmured, โIsnโt that why you keep me around?โ
โNo,โ he said, lightness finally returning to his voice as he tipped my head up and our wet eyes met. โIโm mostly in it for the banter.โ
This time, when we kissed, we took our time. Soft, and salty with tears.
When my lips ached and my body had grown too tired to move, we stayed in the dusty bed, holding each other in peaceful silence. I buried my
head into the nook of his neckโIโd missed the comfort of his body more than I could articulate.
Kaneโs fingers curled softly around mine. โAre you sure this isโฆall right?โ
For a moment I didnโt know what he meant. That maybe I was too wounded to be touched?
But his faceโthe unbridled misery carved into every one of his beautiful featuresโฆ
โNo.โ I shook my head, horror blaring in my ears at the realization of what he must have thought. โKane, your father neverโฆโ
A single breath released from him and he pressed a hand to my cheek. โYou donโt have to tell me anything you donโt wish to. I canโt imagine what you experienced there. If I could, Iโd go back and rip the rest of the palace to shreds. I might, still.โ
โHe kept me in a tower for months, but aside from that kiss he never touched meโnever even tortured me. They took my lighte every few days. His court witch did it.โ
โOctavia.โ Kaneโs eyes narrowed to slits. โThat scheming, treacherous bitch.โ
I sighed. โYeah, sheโs a monster.โ โSheโs my aunt.โ
My eyes widened. How had I not put the pieces together? Kaneโs mother had been mostly Fae, but heโd told me long ago in his wine cellar that her grandmother had been a witch. And Octavia had Kaneโs same unruly dark hairโฆThatโs why sheโd expected to be made queen. She had been the late monarchโs sister.
โShe was envious of my motherโs throne and beauty, her closeness to Briar rather than her. Octavia always wanted to climb up the rungs of the court. But to serve the man who butchered her sisterโฆโ Kane looked as though his fury could capsize an armada.
I grasped for his hands and squeezed. โYour father is weak, Kane. Thatโs why he needs her. Why he had her take my lighte. Heโs losing power, I think.โ
Kane considered my words, his head tipping to the side in thought. โHe ran out of lighte fairly fast when we fought. He punched me.โ
โYour fatherย punchedย you? Rather than using his lighte?โ
โPerhaps heโs been supplementing his power for years.โ A dark smirk curled at his lips. โYours is more potent than anything else heโd find in Solaris. It might have made his dependance worse. Hart will need to hear this. I told him you might need some time, butโฆโ
But every moment we stayed here we put Hartโs encampment at further risk of detection. We needed to leave this placeโthis realm entirelyโ before any of Lazarusโs men or his Fae mercenaries tracked us down. We needed to ready the Onyx army for war.
โNo,โ I said, pressing off his chest and taking a steadying breath. โIโm all right.โ
I moved to swing my legs over the bedside, but he stopped me. โStay put. Iโll bring them in here, to us.โ
โThem?โ
โValery, the witch who healed you. Sheโs Hartโs right hand and the high priestess of the Antler coven. Theyโve pledged themselves to him and his resistance.โ
My raised brows must have revealed my surprise because Kane nodded. โYeah, heโs something else.โ
My burns from the explosion had already faded and I could feel my stomach wound healing rapidly. After filtering the dregs of replenishing lighte into my stitches, I brushed my fingers across all my jagged scrapes and multicolored bruises. I wondered if being in Lumeraโthe homeland that birthed the Fae raceโheightened the regeneration of my lighte or the effectiveness of my healing abilities. I felt better than I expected to.
By the time Kane returned with the rebel king and his witch Iโd even pulled on a worn-out cotton frock that had been left on the brass hook near my bed.
โFor a woman who was clinically dead two hours ago,โ the handsome man striding inside behind Kane drawled, โyou lookย remarkable.โ
The rebel king was not at all what Iโd been expecting.
Not an old general, beat up and battle-scarred butโฆwell, Hart Renwick was what Mari would have called a dreamboat.
He was tall in that lanky, masculine way. Not necessarily broad or muscular, but so lean and wiry you knew he could outrun a gazelle without breaking a sweat. He had the same slightly overgrown hair that Kane did. The kind that fell past his ears and hit midneck, bits drifting across his cheekbones unless he brushed it out of the way or tucked it behind his ears. Kane was always running a hand back through his hair to clear his face, but Hart just let the auburn strands cover his eyes like a shaggy, unbothered dog.
And thatย smile. Nobodyโs grin held a candle to Kaneโs, but Hart Renwick could steal runner-up. Despite the circumstances that had led us here, and no doubt the resources he and Valery must have expended to save my life, Hartโs eyes crinkled around a pleasant, relaxed grin that showcased endearingly imperfect, pearly-white teeth.
โThank you,โ I managed. Despite my accelerated healing, I didnโt quite
feelย remarkable.
โOf course,โ he quipped, prowling past Kane and deeper into the room toward the only furniture beside my bedโa creaking wooden sideboard, which I assumed was filled with medicinal instruments and ointments.
Instead of leaning on the credenza, Hart leapt atop it in one graceful movement and let his feet dangle over the edge. โMy father used to tell me, never miss an opportunity to tell a woman of her beauty.โ
Kane followed him inside and took a seat at the foot of my bed with a frown.
โI meant,โ I said, cheeks growing warm, โthank you for healing me.โ My gaze found Valery, still in the doorway, who made no move to enter the cabin. She was tall and sharp-boned, with the posture of a dancer. Her many necklaces cluttered a thin, narrow chest. When I offered her a grateful smile, her flat expression didnโt change.
โYou cleaned up.โ Kaneโs words were deceptively casual, though everything from his breathing to his posture was lethally focused on the mischievous rebel.
โDidnโt want to scare your lady.โ
My stomach twisted as I contemplated what heโd been dirtied with earlier.
Kane raised a brow. โWhat had you gotten yourself into?โ
โJust a Fae merc whoโd followed after you. What can I say? I do enjoy the kill.โ
โHow did you build all of this, Hart?โ Kane asked, one hand falling casually across my ankle, still tucked under the threadbare blanket. His warm, broad palm over the sensitive skinโeven through a layer of cottonโ sent a shiver up my spine.
โI had a lot of help,โ the rebel king admitted, eyes finding Valeryโs.
Her expression warmed for the first time, and she entered the cabin in earnest, closing the door behind her.
โIn the beginning, inspiring one man to find the courage to join the revolution was difficult. Then, amassing a handful of real, sturdy weapons. Training peasants and mill workers to fight like soldiersโฆโ
โSounds impossible,โ I croaked.
โI grew up in one of the worst slums in the realm.โ Kane raised a brow. โCeleste?โ
โThe one and only,โ Hart said with a smirk. โLost my parents to harvesters at six. Lost my sister to a pox a few years later.โ Nausea swamped me at the thought, and Kaneโs grip tightened on my ankle. If those tragedies still broke his heart at all, Hart didnโt let it permeate his casual demeanor. Maybe that aggressive playfulness was as much a shield as the ward around his encampment.
โSomewhere between that and stopping a Celestian woman from smothering her toddler rather than fail to feed him, I figured nothing could be more impossible than making it as long as I already had. Somebody had to put an end to your father. Why not me?โ
Kaneโs gaze was grim with understanding. โWhere do you expend the majority of your manpower?โ
โValery and her coven keep us dissenters safe, and we focus on destroying his battalions and outposts in steady increments.โ
โThe outposts,โ Kane considered, leaning forward. โThat makes a big difference?โ
Hart unleashed that crooked grin once more. โHuge.โ
โHe canโt pay his mercenaries, power Solaris, or fuel his army without the stolen lighte.โ It was the first Valery had spoken, her voice low and reedy. I searched her face for any hint of emotion and only found cold, unwavering resolve, eyes trained on her rebel king.
But it was Kane who grinned this time. A small smile, but those dimples and curve of his full lips still quickened the pulse in my veins. โArwen destroyed Lazarusโs entire repository. Engulfed half the castle in firelighte.โ
Hart leapt from his perch on the sideboard. โWell, shitโweโve been waiting for an opportunity like this.โ
โAnd,โ I added, my voice still raw, โI think he might already be weakened.โ
โHow so?โ
I cut my eyes to Kane, who gave me a subtle nod.
โIโm not sure,โ I admitted to both of them. โBut he canโt seem to regenerate lighte as quickly, or hold on to his power quite as long. He seems to need to infuse some of the harvested lighte into his own body just to maintain his power.โ I swallowed acid. โHe prefers my own, since Iโm full- blooded.โ
โMagnificent.โ The corner of Hartโs mouth ticked up with malicious glee. โTheย all-powerful, true Faeย king of Lumera is a sniveling lighte addict.โ
Kane couldnโt help a sly answering grin of his own. โI think it has more to do with the purged land. I can ask the researchers back in Willowridge to look into it further, but my assumption is that by destroying the natural balance of lighte in Lumera, heโs weakened himself.โ
โAnd the more lighte he needsโฆโ Hart said.
Kane finished his thought. โThe worse heโll get.โ Hart turned to Valery. โThis isโฆfan-fucking-tastic.โ
Valery only raised an incredulous brow. Not a big talker, that one.
โBut that means he has reason to take Evendell sooner than later,โ Kane added. โHeโll need fresh land to begin again.โ
โValery.โ Hart motioned to his witch. โReady the others. Weโll fly for Solaris tonight.โ
โDone.โ Valery spun with grace and made for the door. My heart only leapt in my throat.ย Tonight?
โNo.โ Kane released his hold on me and stood from the bed. โNo attacks tonight.โ
Hartโs brows lifted but Valery halted in her steps. That was the strange thing about Kane. No matter where he was, who he was withโfriend or foe or strangerโhe was always the commanding authority in the room.
โWe must work together,โ Kane said. โYou need Onyxโs army to defeat him. You need us.โ Kane motioned to himself and to me. I didnโt feel very violent and powerful under the covers of this thin, dusty bed, but I nodded anyway.
Hart only snorted. โYouโre going to cross the channel with thousands of men?โ
Kane shook his head. โWeโll use our witch. Sheโs the one that sent us to you.โ
โYou have a witch that can portal an entire army across realms?โ Valery asked.
Hart smirked. โDo you also have a unicorn and a troll that will turn my shit to gold?โ
Kane didnโt grin this time and Hartโs eyes flared with understanding. โCreighton?โ
Kane sat back down on the bed beside me and gave a single definitive nod.
โBriar Creightonโฆโ Hart mused, leaning against the scarred wooden sideboard. โA brilliant witch and an even more brilliant fuck.โ
A noise sputtered from me, and I realized Iโd choked on my own spit.
Briar had been alive for hundreds of years; I guess I couldnโt fault her for sleeping with some of the most handsome, roguish men alive. For whatever reason, my eyes cut to Valery before anyone else, and saw she had
turned a little pink. I hadnโt taken her for a blusher, but I wasnโt surprised. Hart probably had that effect on people.
Kane ignored Hartโs crudeness. โOnce weโre back, weโll rally our troops and return here, to your encampment. Then we can storm Solaris as one.โ
โWith all due respect, your kingliness,โ Hart said, hopping back onto his makeshift perch and bending up a long leg to lean an elbow on. โThereโs nothing stopping me from hitting him tonight without you.โ
To my surprise, Kane only cocked his head appraisingly and asked him, โWhat are you, half?โ
โMy father was full-blooded. My mother mortal.โ
Kane nodded to himself, assumption confirmed. He wasnโt a halflingโa mortal with trace ancestral amounts of Fae bloodโbut he wasnโt nearly as powerful a Fae as, say, Griffin or Wyn. Or as Kane had been, before being remade.
โHart, your following is impressive. The work youโve doneโฆHaving led a rebellion of my own, onceโฆโ The rueful smile didnโt reach Kaneโs eyes. โIโm aware just how impossible this must have been. How much trust these people have in you, and you in them. But none of that will matter when you face Lazarus. Weakened or not, heโs full-blooded Fae. Youโre half. You donโt stand a chance without us. In the end, only I can kill him with the Blade of the Sun.โ
โOr me,โ I supplied.
โNo,โ Kane said, low and authoritative. โIt will be me. And only me.โ