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Chapter no 19

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

ARWEN

IHAD COME BACK FROMย the dead three times in my life, and was certain it had been three times too many.

It wasnโ€™t 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 appreciationโ€”the grasping of each of my limbs and swaths of flesh to make sure all was still where it was meant to beโ€”never 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.

โ€œContemplating the nature of the universe?โ€ Kaneโ€™s 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.

โ€œMore 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. Heโ€™d changed out of his

stolen Fae armor and was in a slightly frayed brick-red tunic and dark pants. His hair wasnโ€™t clean, his face still scuffed here and there with blood and dirt, butโ€ฆheโ€™d shaved. As if the most offensive grime that covered him was the beard heโ€™d worn while Iโ€™d 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.

โ€œDonโ€™t rush yourself.โ€ His eyes were a brand on my face, my bare shouldersโ€”at 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. โ€œWhere are we?โ€

โ€œA hidden encampment built by rebels.โ€ He sounded hoarse. Like heโ€™d been screaming.

โ€œHidden?โ€

โ€œWarded by a magic boundary, just outside that city I spoke of, Aurora.โ€ โ€œWhere you told me to ask forโ€ฆโ€ My medicated mind couldnโ€™t conjure

the name he had given me back in the palace. Back when heโ€™d 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?

โ€œHart Renwick,โ€ Kane supplied quietly. โ€œHeโ€™s a young Fae whoโ€™s built up an army of insurgents. The citizens of Lumera call him the rebel king.โ€

โ€œOhโ€ was all I could manage.

Kaneโ€™s cheek twitched. But yearningโ€”longing and remorse and unfiltered regretโ€”was all that shone in those eyes.

โ€œKaneโ€ฆโ€

โ€œI canโ€™t,โ€ he said in a rush.

Horrible, ice-cold fear sank through me. โ€œCanโ€™t 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. โ€œIf I go to youโ€ฆIf I hold youโ€ฆโ€ His voice broke on the word and I began to cry in earnest.

โ€œArwenโ€ฆโ€ His next words were said so low, his tormented expression was the only proof Iโ€™d not imagined them. โ€œIt willย breakย me.โ€

Something like relief loosened my shoulders just a bit. Iโ€™d thoughtโ€ฆ assumed he was saying something else. And I wouldnโ€™t even have blamed him. To be together, when everything around us was constantly shatteringโ€ฆ I wasnโ€™t sureย Iย was strong enough. But thisโ€ฆthis fear was something else. Something I could handle.

โ€œCome here,โ€ I whispered, scooting to the side carefully. โ€œAnd 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 bodyโ€”I swore my bones groaned in pleasure just to be held by him. Kane pressed his lips to my forehead over and over. โ€œIโ€™ve almost lost you too many times,โ€ he said. โ€œAnd each timeโ€ฆI lose a piece of myself

each time, Arwen.โ€

โ€œI know,โ€ I replied, running my fingers up and down his powerful, shuddering back. โ€œBut maybeโ€ฆif 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. โ€œYour optimism knows no bounds.โ€

I smiled against his sternum, and murmured, โ€œIsnโ€™t that why you keep me around?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ he said, lightness finally returning to his voice as he tipped my head up and our wet eyes met. โ€œIโ€™m 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 neckโ€”Iโ€™d missed the comfort of his body more than I could articulate.

Kaneโ€™s fingers curled softly around mine. โ€œAre you sure this isโ€ฆall right?โ€

For a moment I didnโ€™t know what he meant. That maybe I was too wounded to be touched?

But his faceโ€”the unbridled misery carved into every one of his beautiful featuresโ€ฆ

โ€œNo.โ€ I shook my head, horror blaring in my ears at the realization of what he must have thought. โ€œKane, your father neverโ€ฆโ€

A single breath released from him and he pressed a hand to my cheek. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to tell me anything you donโ€™t wish to. I canโ€™t imagine what you experienced there. If I could, Iโ€™d go back and rip the rest of the palace to shreds. I might, still.โ€

โ€œHe kept me in a tower for months, but aside from that kiss he never touched meโ€”never even tortured me. They took my lighte every few days. His court witch did it.โ€

โ€œOctavia.โ€ Kaneโ€™s eyes narrowed to slits. โ€œThat scheming, treacherous bitch.โ€

I sighed. โ€œYeah, sheโ€™s a monster.โ€ โ€œSheโ€™s my aunt.โ€

My eyes widened. How had I not put the pieces together? Kaneโ€™s mother had been mostly Fae, but heโ€™d told me long ago in his wine cellar that her grandmother had been a witch. And Octavia had Kaneโ€™s same unruly dark hairโ€ฆThatโ€™s why sheโ€™d expected to be made queen. She had been the late monarchโ€™s sister.

โ€œShe was envious of my motherโ€™s 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 sisterโ€ฆโ€ Kane looked as though his fury could capsize an armada.

I grasped for his hands and squeezed. โ€œYour father is weak, Kane. Thatโ€™s why he needs her. Why he had her take my lighte. Heโ€™s losing power, I think.โ€

Kane considered my words, his head tipping to the side in thought. โ€œHe ran out of lighte fairly fast when we fought. He punched me.โ€

โ€œYour fatherย punchedย you? Rather than using his lighte?โ€

โ€œPerhaps heโ€™s been supplementing his power for years.โ€ A dark smirk curled at his lips. โ€œYours is more potent than anything else heโ€™d find in Solaris. It might have made his dependance worse. Hart will need to hear this. I told him you might need some time, butโ€ฆโ€

But every moment we stayed here we put Hartโ€™s encampment at further risk of detection. We needed to leave this placeโ€”this realm entirelyโ€” before any of Lazarusโ€™s men or his Fae mercenaries tracked us down. We needed to ready the Onyx army for war.

โ€œNo,โ€ I said, pressing off his chest and taking a steadying breath. โ€œIโ€™m all right.โ€

I moved to swing my legs over the bedside, but he stopped me. โ€œStay put. Iโ€™ll bring them in here, to us.โ€

โ€œThem?โ€

โ€œValery, the witch who healed you. Sheโ€™s Hartโ€™s right hand and the high priestess of the Antler coven. Theyโ€™ve pledged themselves to him and his resistance.โ€

My raised brows must have revealed my surprise because Kane nodded. โ€œYeah, heโ€™s 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 Lumeraโ€”the homeland that birthed the Fae raceโ€”heightened 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 Iโ€™d even pulled on a worn-out cotton frock that had been left on the brass hook near my bed.

โ€œFor a woman who was clinically dead two hours ago,โ€ the handsome man striding inside behind Kane drawled, โ€œyou lookย remarkable.โ€

The rebel king was not at all what Iโ€™d been expecting.

Not an old general, beat up and battle-scarred butโ€ฆwell, 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. Nobodyโ€™s grin held a candle to Kaneโ€™s, 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, Hartโ€™s eyes crinkled around a pleasant, relaxed grin that showcased endearingly imperfect, pearly-white teeth.

โ€œThank you,โ€ I managed. Despite my accelerated healing, I didnโ€™t quite

feelย remarkable.

โ€œOf course,โ€ he quipped, prowling past Kane and deeper into the room toward the only furniture beside my bedโ€”a 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. โ€œMy 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.

โ€œI meant,โ€ I said, cheeks growing warm, โ€œthank 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 didnโ€™t change.

โ€œYou cleaned up.โ€ Kaneโ€™s words were deceptively casual, though everything from his breathing to his posture was lethally focused on the mischievous rebel.

โ€œDidnโ€™t want to scare your lady.โ€

My stomach twisted as I contemplated what heโ€™d been dirtied with earlier.

Kane raised a brow. โ€œWhat had you gotten yourself into?โ€

โ€œJust a Fae merc whoโ€™d followed after you. What can I say? I do enjoy the kill.โ€

โ€œHow 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 skinโ€”even through a layer of cottonโ€” sent a shiver up my spine.

โ€œI had a lot of help,โ€ the rebel king admitted, eyes finding Valeryโ€™s.

Her expression warmed for the first time, and she entered the cabin in earnest, closing the door behind her.

โ€œIn 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 soldiersโ€ฆโ€

โ€œSounds impossible,โ€ I croaked.

โ€œI grew up in one of the worst slums in the realm.โ€ Kane raised a brow. โ€œCeleste?โ€

โ€œThe one and only,โ€ Hart said with a smirk. โ€œLost my parents to harvesters at six. Lost my sister to a pox a few years later.โ€ Nausea swamped me at the thought, and Kaneโ€™s grip tightened on my ankle. If those tragedies still broke his heart at all, Hart didnโ€™t let it permeate his casual demeanor. Maybe that aggressive playfulness was as much a shield as the ward around his encampment.

โ€œSomewhere 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€

Kaneโ€™s gaze was grim with understanding. โ€œWhere do you expend the majority of your manpower?โ€

โ€œValery and her coven keep us dissenters safe, and we focus on destroying his battalions and outposts in steady increments.โ€

โ€œThe outposts,โ€ Kane considered, leaning forward. โ€œThat makes a big difference?โ€

Hart unleashed that crooked grin once more. โ€œHuge.โ€

โ€œHe canโ€™t 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. โ€œArwen destroyed Lazarusโ€™s entire repository. Engulfed half the castle in firelighte.โ€

Hart leapt from his perch on the sideboard. โ€œWell, shitโ€”weโ€™ve been waiting for an opportunity like this.โ€

โ€œAnd,โ€ I added, my voice still raw, โ€œI think he might already be weakened.โ€

โ€œHow so?โ€

I cut my eyes to Kane, who gave me a subtle nod.

โ€œIโ€™m not sure,โ€ I admitted to both of them. โ€œBut he canโ€™t 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. โ€œHe prefers my own, since Iโ€™m full- blooded.โ€

โ€œMagnificent.โ€ The corner of Hartโ€™s mouth ticked up with malicious glee. โ€œTheย all-powerful, true Faeย king of Lumera is a sniveling lighte addict.โ€

Kane couldnโ€™t help a sly answering grin of his own. โ€œI 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, heโ€™s weakened himself.โ€

โ€œAnd the more lighte he needsโ€ฆโ€ Hart said.

Kane finished his thought. โ€œThe worse heโ€™ll get.โ€ Hart turned to Valery. โ€œThis isโ€ฆfan-fucking-tastic.โ€

Valery only raised an incredulous brow. Not a big talker, that one.

โ€œBut that means he has reason to take Evendell sooner than later,โ€ Kane added. โ€œHeโ€™ll need fresh land to begin again.โ€

โ€œValery.โ€ Hart motioned to his witch. โ€œReady the others. Weโ€™ll fly for Solaris tonight.โ€

โ€œDone.โ€ Valery spun with grace and made for the door. My heart only leapt in my throat.ย Tonight?

โ€œNo.โ€ Kane released his hold on me and stood from the bed. โ€œNo attacks tonight.โ€

Hartโ€™s brows lifted but Valery halted in her steps. That was the strange thing about Kane. No matter where he was, who he was withโ€”friend or foe or strangerโ€”he was always the commanding authority in the room.

โ€œWe must work together,โ€ Kane said. โ€œYou need Onyxโ€™s army to defeat him. You need us.โ€ Kane motioned to himself and to me. I didnโ€™t feel very violent and powerful under the covers of this thin, dusty bed, but I nodded anyway.

Hart only snorted. โ€œYouโ€™re going to cross the channel with thousands of men?โ€

Kane shook his head. โ€œWeโ€™ll use our witch. Sheโ€™s the one that sent us to you.โ€

โ€œYou have a witch that can portal an entire army across realms?โ€ Valery asked.

Hart smirked. โ€œDo you also have a unicorn and a troll that will turn my shit to gold?โ€

Kane didnโ€™t grin this time and Hartโ€™s eyes flared with understanding. โ€œCreighton?โ€

Kane sat back down on the bed beside me and gave a single definitive nod.

โ€œBriar Creightonโ€ฆโ€ Hart mused, leaning against the scarred wooden sideboard. โ€œA brilliant witch and an even more brilliant fuck.โ€

A noise sputtered from me, and I realized Iโ€™d choked on my own spit.

Briar had been alive for hundreds of years; I guess I couldnโ€™t 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 hadnโ€™t taken her for a blusher, but I wasnโ€™t surprised. Hart probably had that effect on people.

Kane ignored Hartโ€™s crudeness. โ€œOnce weโ€™re back, weโ€™ll rally our troops and return here, to your encampment. Then we can storm Solaris as one.โ€

โ€œWith 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. โ€œThereโ€™s nothing stopping me from hitting him tonight without you.โ€

To my surprise, Kane only cocked his head appraisingly and asked him, โ€œWhat are you, half?โ€

โ€œMy father was full-blooded. My mother mortal.โ€

Kane nodded to himself, assumption confirmed. He wasnโ€™t a halflingโ€”a mortal with trace ancestral amounts of Fae bloodโ€”but he wasnโ€™t nearly as powerful a Fae as, say, Griffin or Wyn. Or as Kane had been, before being remade.

โ€œHart, your following is impressive. The work youโ€™ve doneโ€ฆHaving led a rebellion of my own, onceโ€ฆโ€ The rueful smile didnโ€™t reach Kaneโ€™s eyes. โ€œIโ€™m 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, heโ€™s full-blooded Fae. Youโ€™re half. You donโ€™t stand a chance without us. In the end, only I can kill him with the Blade of the Sun.โ€

โ€œOr me,โ€ I supplied.

โ€œNo,โ€ Kane said, low and authoritative. โ€œIt will be me. And only me.โ€

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