I woke up with a start from a dreamless sleep, air sputtering in my throat. Everything assaulted me at the same time: my body, my senses, the memories of everything
that had happened at the Estateโ
โTake deep breaths.โ It took me a moment to become aware of a presence at my side, a low, calming voice murmuring soothing instructions. โCareful, careful. Donโt take all in too fast. In, out.โ
A hand moved over my back in time with the commands.
Soon, my breath and heartbeat slowed.
I was in a small but well-furnished bedroom. One look at the furniture told me that I was still in Threllโ probably somewhere expensive. But that was the last thing I was thinking about. I whipped my head around to look at Sammerin, who sat at the edge of my bed.
Sammerin. Looking at Sammerin made me think of Max, and thinking of Max made me think of the way he had looked the last time I saw him, the depth of his woundsโ
โMax,โ I blurted out. โIs heโ?โ
โHe was in worse shape than you were, but heโs fine. Heโs still unconscious, but thatโs to be expected and probably the best way for him to heal, considering how he
abuses his body when heโs awake.โ His voice sounded like the earth, comforting and stable even through that quip.
โI want to see him.โ
โYou will. How are you feeling?โ
My head throbbed. The room spun. But when I looked down at my palms, there was no trace of the burns that had almost covered me. โAwful, but alive.โ
โTo be expected.โ He stood, crossing his arms as he gave me a searching stare. โFrom what I hear, you went through quite a lot.โ
Images flashed through my mind. The flames, both blue and red, the rot, Max going up in fire โ Gods,ย thatย was something that warranted more discussion โ and of course, Reshayeโ
Reshaye.
With a start, I paused and searched my mind for it. I found nothing. No movement, no whispers, no sign of it within the web of my thoughts. This was not totally surprising, considering how Reshaye disappeared shortly after a large display of magic. It was probably just as exhausted as I was.
And I wanted the break. Needed it. Who knew what I would face when it returned.
My head swam with questions. โWhere are we?โ
โThe Mikov estate. One of the guest houses.โ
I must have looked visibly alarmed, because Sammerin quickly added, โThe Orders have taken power here now that the Mikov line has ended.โ
โTheย Ordersย took power?โ I rubbed my temple. That was odd. Why would the Orders have any claim to the city? And why would theyย wantย it?
โI donโt entirely understand it, either. From what Iโve heard, it sounds like they made some wise investments in the land and wealthy businessmen here, so when Ahzeen was killedโโ
โTheyย boughtย the city?โ
We stared at each other in silence for a moment. My jaw worked.
โI find it suspicious, too,โ Sammerin said at last, quietly. โAnd the slaves?โ
As long as the slaves were freed, I didnโt care what happened to the Mikovsโ wretched city.
โWe have them.โ He gave me a small, quiet smile. โI would call this a successful journey. Andโฆ there is someone here who is extremely anxious to see you.โ Sammerin went to the door, then paused, fingers on the handle, and turned back to me.
โYou did well, Tisaanah.โ
My eyes dropped to the bedspread. โEverything went wrong.โ
โAlmost,โ Sammerin said, โBut not quite.โ โIโm sorry that you had to experience this.โ
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. โIโm not. Perhaps I was a bit concerned in the middle part. But some things are worth it.โ
He motioned to the door, raising his eyebrows as if silently asking,ย May I?
I nodded, my heart crawling to my throat.
Sammerin left the room. I let my eyes drop down to my hands.
Until I heard footsteps. โTisaanah.โ
Gods, it had been so long since I had heard my name said like thatโ with the sharp lilt of my mother tongue.
I watched my fingers clasp around each other, the image blurring.
Two more footsteps, approaching the bed. โTisaanah.โ
I couldnโt bring myself to look at him, for so many reasons.
Because I knew my heart would just combust when I saw him.
Because I took so long to come back for him.
Because he saw me at my worst in that ballroom, saw my failure, saw the monster that Reshaye made of me.
โLook at me.โ
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
Warm fingers tilted my chin, just as they had on that terrible day seven months ago.
And just as they had on that day, clear blue eyes greeted me like a gulp of water in the middle of a desert.
Serel smiled at me, and something inside of me split open. I threw myself against him and buried my face into his tanned neck, into skin that smelled like my home, into an embrace that felt like dreams solidified.
And with all my body and soul, I wept.