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Chapter no 4

House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City, #2)

โ€œOh,ย come on,โ€ Bryce hissed at the glowing scar between her breasts. Or what she could glimpse of it with the neckline of her T-shirt and her bra in the way. It lit up the fabric of both, and if she hadnโ€™t been facing the towering Fae male whoโ€™d appeared out of a cloud of shadows, sheย mightย have used the moment to ponder why and how it glowed.

Partygoers had stopped dead in their revelry. Waiting for whatever shit was about to go down.

And what asshole had turned off the music? Dramahounds.

โ€œWhat the fuck are you doing here?โ€ Ruhn prowled closer to the stranger.

The maleโ€™s tan face might have been ruggedly good-looking were it not for the complete lack of feeling there. His light brown eyes were dead. Humorless. His thin white sweater over black jeans and combat boots told Bryce heโ€™d come from somewhere colder.

The crowd seemed to sense danger, too, and backed away until only Hunt, Bryce, Ruhn, and his friends remained facing the stranger. She had no idea where Fury and Juniper were. The former was likely strategically positioned in the room to make sure she could intercept any danger before it reached her girlfriend. Good.

The stranger stalked forward, and Bryce braced herself, even as Hunt casually angled himself between her and the male. Bryce held in her grin at the gesture. And found that grin vanishing instantly when the blond spoke, his accent rolling and rich.

โ€œI was invited.โ€

The stranger turned to her and smirked, lifeless as a dead fish. โ€œI donโ€™t believe weโ€™ve met.โ€ A nod toward herโ€”her chest. โ€œThough I know who you are, of course.โ€ His eyes flicked over her. โ€œYou look better than expected. Not that I was expecting much.โ€

โ€œWhat theย fuckย are you doing here, Cormac?โ€ Ruhn ground out, stepping closer. But he sheathed the Starsword down his back once more.

The blondโ€”Cormacโ€”faced her brother. He sniffed once, then chuckled. โ€œYou smell like cunt.โ€

Bryce nearly gagged at the thought. Cormac went on as Ruhn bristled, โ€œAnd I told you: I was invited.โ€

โ€œNot to this fucking house,โ€ Flynn said, moving to Ruhnโ€™s side, Declan flanking his other. A lethal unit.

Cormac assessed his surroundings. โ€œYou call this a house? I hadnโ€™t realized your standards had dropped so low, Lord Hawthorne.โ€

Declan snarled. โ€œFuck off, Cormac.โ€ Marc came up behind him, teeth bared with silent menace.

Any other opponent, Bryce knew the group would likely obliterate, but this male was Avallen Fae: powerful, trained in combat from a young age, and merciless.

The male said, as if seeing her try to puzzle him out, โ€œIโ€™m your cousin, Bryce.โ€

Huntโ€”the fucking bastardโ€”snorted.

โ€œI donโ€™t have any Fae cousins.โ€ Bryce snapped. If only the stupid scar would halt its glowing. If only people would go back to partying.

โ€œThat light says otherwise,โ€ Cormac said with blatant confidence. โ€œI might be Ruhnโ€™s cousin directly through his motherโ€™s kin, but your father, King Einar, is Fae, and his line once crossed with ours long ago.โ€ He held up his hand, and flame wreathed his fingers before winking out.

Bryce blinked. Her mother had never once spoken the Autumn Kingโ€™s name, and Bryce had only learned it through the news when she was old enough to use a computer.

โ€œWhy are you here?โ€ Ruhn bit out.

From the corner of her vision lightning sizzled at Huntโ€™s fingertips. One strike, and Hunt could fry this fucker.

Yet Cormac smiled. His dead eyes gleamed with nothing but contempt as he bowed mockingly to Bryce. โ€œIโ€™m here to meet my bride.โ€

The words shot through Huntโ€™s mind fast enough that they doused his lightning, but Bryce tipped her head back and laughed.

No one else joined her.

And when Bryce had finished, she smirked at Cormac. โ€œYouโ€™re hilarious.โ€

โ€œIt is no joke,โ€ Cormac said, face darkening. โ€œItโ€™s been decreed.โ€ โ€œBy who?โ€ Hunt snapped.

The Avallen male sized up Hunt with palpable disdain. Not someone used to being questioned, then. Spoiled little prick. โ€œBy her sire, the Autumn King, and mine, the High King of the Avallen Fae.โ€ Making this shithead a Crown Prince.

Bryce said coolly, โ€œLast I checked, I wasnโ€™t on the market.โ€

Hunt crossed his arms, becoming a wall of muscle beside her. Let Cormac see precisely who heโ€™d be tangling with if he took another step closer to Bryce. Hunt willed tendrils of his lightning to crackle along his shoulders, his wings.

โ€œYouโ€™re an unwed Fae female,โ€ Cormac said, unmoved. โ€œThat means you belong to your male kin until they decide to pass you to another. The decision has been made.โ€

From the living room archway, a delicate, dark figure emerged. Axtar. She palmed a gun, but kept it at her thigh. No sign of Juniperโ€”presumably, the faun was staying wherever Fury had instructed her to hide.

Cormac glanced toward the merc, and even his sneer faltered.

Every power broker on Midgard knew of Fury Axtar. What she was capable of, if provoked.

Ruhn pointed to the door and snarled at Cormac, โ€œGet the fuck out of my house. I donโ€™t care if you use your shadows or your own feet, but get out.โ€

Yet Cormac glowered at the Starsword peeking over Ruhnโ€™s broad shoulder. โ€œRumor has it that the sword sings for my bride, too.โ€

A muscle feathered in Ruhnโ€™s jaw. Hunt didnโ€™t know what to make of that.

But Bryce stepped forward, star still blazing. โ€œIโ€™m not your bride, asshole. And Iโ€™m not going to be, so scuttle back to whatever hole you crawled out of and tell your kings to find someone else. And tell themโ€”โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve got a mouth on you,โ€ Cormac murmured.

Hunt didnโ€™t particularly like the maleโ€™s appreciative tone. But he kept his power reined in. Even a zap of lightning against Cormac could be seen as a declaration of war.

Fae were highly sensitive babies. Their tantrums could last centuries.

Bryce smiled sweetly at Cormac. โ€œI get that you want to play Broody Prince, but donโ€™t ever fucking interrupt me again.โ€

Cormac started. Hunt hid his smirk, even as his blood heated at Bryceโ€™s irreverence.

Bryce went on, โ€œMy brother told you to leave his house.โ€ Her skin began to glow. โ€œYou donโ€™t wantย meย to have to ask you.โ€

The hair on Huntโ€™s neck rose. Sheโ€™d blinded people with that powerโ€” and that had been before the Drop. With all that magic backing her starlight

โ€ฆ He hadnโ€™t yet seen how it would manifest. Half hoped heโ€™d find out now, with this asshole as a test subject.

Hunt eyed Flynn, Declan, and Marcโ€”all of whom were tense and primed to leap into the fray. And Ruhn โ€ฆ

Hunt didnโ€™t know why Ruhnโ€™s apparent satisfaction surprised him. Heโ€™d expected wounded male pride, perhaps, at Bryce showing him up in his own home. Yet pride did shine from Ruhnโ€™s faceโ€”for Bryce. Like the prince had been waiting for his sister to step into her power for a while now and he was honored to have her at his side.

Huntโ€™s attention shot back to Cormac as the Avallen Prince held up his hands and slowly smiled at Bryce. The expression was as dead as his eyes. โ€œIโ€™ve seen all I needed to.โ€

โ€œWhat the fuck are you talking about?โ€ Ruhn demanded. Shadows rippled from his shoulders, a dark contrast to the light emanating from Bryce.

But shadows also swirled behind Cormacโ€”darker, wilder than Ruhnโ€™s, like a stampede of stallions waiting to gallop over all of them. โ€œI wanted to confirm that she has the gift. Thank you for demonstrating.โ€ He set one foot into those untamed shadows. Bowed his head to Bryce. โ€œIโ€™ll see you at the altar.โ€

Bryceโ€™s star winked out the moment he vanished, leaving only drifting embers behind.

Bryce was dimly aware of the party ending: people filtering out through the front door, the countless eyes on her as she stood in the foyer, typing into her phone.

โ€œThereโ€™s a train at seven tomorrow morning,โ€ Bryce announced to Hunt, who lingered at her side. As if afraid the Avallen male would reappear to snatch her away.

Not just any Avallen male: Prince Cormac. Her โ€ฆ fiancรฉ.

โ€œThereโ€™s no way your mom will go,โ€ Hunt said. โ€œIf by some miracle she isnโ€™t suspicious that youโ€™re bumping them onto a train five hours earlier, then Randall will be.โ€

Juniper scrolled on her phone at Bryceโ€™s other side. โ€œSocial channels are empty right now, but โ€ฆโ€

โ€œAll it takes is one person,โ€ Fury finished from where she monitored the front of the house with the same vigilance as Hunt. โ€œI think I made my point clear about the consequences of that, though.โ€

Gods bless her, Fury really had.ย If any of you post, talk, or so much asย thinkย about what went down here tonight, sheโ€™d declared with quiet authority to the awed partygoers,ย Iโ€™ll hunt you down and make you regret it.

No one had said anything, but Bryce had noticed more than a few people deleting pictures from their phones as they hurried out.

Hunt said, โ€œGetting your parents out of the city without them being suspiciousย orย finding out will be tricky, to say the least.โ€ He angled his head. โ€œYou sure itโ€™s not easier to tell them?โ€

โ€œAnd risk my mom going ballistic? Doing something reckless?โ€ And that was to say nothing about what Randall might do if he thought the Autumn King was threatening Bryceโ€™s happiness and control over her own life. Whatever her mom left of the Autumn King, Randall would be sure to put a bullet in it. โ€œIโ€™m not risking them like that.โ€

โ€œTheyโ€™re adults,โ€ Fury said. โ€œYou can trust them to make rational choices.โ€

โ€œHave you met my mom?โ€ Bryce burst out. โ€œDoesย rationalย ever spring to mind when you think about her? She makes sculptures of babies in beds of lettuce, for fuckโ€™s sake.โ€

โ€œI just think,โ€ June jumped in, โ€œthat theyโ€™re going to find out anyway, so maybe itโ€™s better if it comes from you. Before they hear it from someone else.โ€

Bryce shook her head. โ€œNope. I want to be far, far away when they find out. And get a few hundred miles between them and the Autumn King, too.โ€

Hunt grunted his agreement, and she threw him a grateful nod.

The sound of Declan shutting the front door pulled her attention from the angel as the Fae male leaned back against it. โ€œWell, my buzz is officially ruined.โ€

Flynn slumped onto the lowest steps of the staircase, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. โ€œThen we better start getting it back.โ€ He swigged deeply before passing it up to Ruhn, who leaned against the banister with crossed arms, his blue eyes blazing into a near-violet. Heโ€™d been quiet these last few minutes.

Bryce had no idea where to start with him. About Cormac, about the power sheโ€™d shown in Ruhnโ€™s own house, about the star glowing for the Avallen Prince โ€ฆ any of it. So she said, โ€œI take it thatโ€™s the cousin from your Ordeal.โ€

Ruhn, Dec, and Flynn nodded gravely. Her brother drank from the bottle of whiskey.

โ€œHow close did Cormac get to killing you during your Ordeal?โ€ Hunt asked. Ruhn must have told him about it at some point this summer.

โ€œClose,โ€ Flynn said, earning a glare from Ruhn.

But Ruhn admitted, โ€œIt was bad.โ€ Bryce could have sworn he didnโ€™t look at her as he added, โ€œCormac spent his whole life thinking heโ€™d get the Starsword one day. That heโ€™d go into the Cave of Princes and be proven worthy. He studied all the lore, learned all the lineage, pored over every account detailing the variations in the power. It, ah โ€ฆ didnโ€™t go down well when I got it instead.โ€

โ€œAnd now his fiancรฉe has a claim to it, also,โ€ Flynn said, and it was Bryceโ€™s turn to glare at the lord. She could have lived without anyone bringing that up again.

Ruhn seemed to force himself to look at Bryce as he said, โ€œItโ€™s true.โ€ So heโ€™d seen her glare, then. โ€œThe swordโ€™s as much yours as it is mine.โ€

Bryce waved a hand. โ€œIโ€™ll take it on weekends and holidays, donโ€™t worry.โ€

Hunt tossed in, โ€œAnd itโ€™ll getย twoย Winter Solstices, so โ€ฆ double the presents.โ€

Ruhn and the others gawked at them like they had ten heads, but Bryce grinned at Hunt. He returned it with one of his own.

He got herโ€”her humor, her fears, her hedging. Whatever it was, Athalarย gotย her.

โ€œIs it true?โ€ Juniper looped her elbow through Bryceโ€™s and pressed close. โ€œAbout the legality of an engagement against Bryceโ€™s will?โ€

That wiped the smile from Huntโ€™s face. And Bryceโ€™s. Her mind raced, each thought as swift and dizzying as a shooting star.

โ€œTell me thereโ€™s a way out of this, Ruhn.โ€ She walked to her brother and snatched the whiskey bottle from him. A faint light flared at his backโ€”the Starsword. It hummed, a whining sound like a finger tracing the rim of a glass.

Ruhnโ€™s stare met hers, questioning and wary, but Bryce stepped back.

The sword stopped singing.

Itโ€™s not going to bite, you know.

Bryce nearly flinched as her brotherโ€™s voice filled her mind. He used the mind-speaking rarely enough that she often entirely forgot he had the gift.

Itโ€™s your sword. Not mine. Youโ€™re as much a Starborn Prince as I am a princess.

He shot back, eyes glinting with stars,ย Iโ€™m not the kind of male whose sense of pride is so brittle that I need to cling to a shiny weapon. If you want to use it, itโ€™s yours.

She shook her head.ย You retrieved the bladeโ€”and apparently had to deal with Cormac while doing it. That fact alone entitles you to keep it.

Ruhnโ€™s laughter filled her mind, full of amusement and relief. But his face remained serious as he said to the group, now staring at them, โ€œI didnโ€™t pay attention in class when we covered Fae law. Sorry.โ€

โ€œWell, I did,โ€ Marc said. โ€œAnd Iโ€™ve already put some of my firmโ€™s associates on researching it. Any legal case or precedent thatโ€™s been uploaded into a database, short of whateverโ€™s hidden in the Asteri Archives, weโ€™ll be able to comb through.โ€

Declan added, โ€œIโ€™ll go hunting, too.โ€ But even Dec, with his hacking skills, couldnโ€™t pierce the security around the private, ancient files of the Asteri.

โ€œThank you,โ€ Bryce said, but she didnโ€™t allow that shred of hope to balloon in her chest. โ€œUpdate me when you have anything.โ€

Ruhn started talking, but Bryce tuned him out, handing off the bottle of whiskey to Juniper before slipping out onto the sagging front porch, dodging discarded cups and cans. Hunt was a storm wind at her back as she strode onto the small slice of grassy front lawn and breathed in the bustle of the Old Square before her.

โ€œWhy are you being so calm about this?โ€ Hunt asked, his arms crossed.

The dry, warm night breeze ruffled his hair, his gray wings.

โ€œBecause this is some move in a game the Autumn King is playing,โ€ Bryce said. โ€œHeโ€™s anticipating that Iโ€™m going to run to his house and fight him. Iโ€™m trying to figure out why that would help him. What his endgame is.โ€

And what her own might be.

โ€œConnecting the two most powerful Fae royal bloodlines is a pretty clear endgame,โ€ Hunt growled. โ€œAnd youโ€™re Starborn on top of itโ€”you told me youโ€™ve got the gifts of one of the first of the Starborn.ย Andย youโ€™ve got the Horn. That makes you a massive bargaining chip for more power.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s too simple for the Autumn King. His games play out over years

โ€”centuries. This engagement is the first step. Or maybe weโ€™re already several steps along.โ€ She just needed to find some way to get a few steps ahead ofย thatย without revealing her hand. The engagement would have to stand. For now.

โ€œItโ€™s bullshit.โ€

Bryce steeled her spine. โ€œI was really enjoying this summer, you know.

Today seems Hel-bent on ruining it for both of us.โ€

Hunt ducked his head. โ€œYouโ€™d almost think this was planned by the gods. They probably have a special task force: How to Fuck Over Bryce and Hunt in One Day.โ€

Bryce chuckled. โ€œCelestina might wind up being a blessing. But โ€ฆโ€ She asked Hunt, โ€œYou think the Autumn King might have timed this to coincide with you getting the news about Celestina?โ€

โ€œTo what end?โ€

โ€œTo rattle us. To make us act, I donโ€™t know.โ€ She dared say, โ€œMaybe he thought youโ€™d go after him, and itโ€™d make you look bad in front of the new Archangel.โ€

Hunt stilled, and Bryce became keenly aware of the distance between their bodies. โ€œAgain,โ€ he said, voice husky, โ€œto what end?โ€

โ€œIf you did something illegal,โ€ Bryce mused, heart beginning to thunder as he stepped closer, โ€œlike โ€ฆโ€

โ€œKill a Crown Prince of the Fae?โ€

Bryce chewed on her lip. โ€œCelestina needs to set an example of how she plans to rule. And punishing a powerful angel, aย notoriousย angel acting out of line โ€ฆ thatโ€™d be the perfect way to demonstrate her power. And thus get you out of the picture for the Autumn King. He knows weโ€™re a team.โ€

โ€œA team,โ€ Hunt said slowly. As if, out of everything sheโ€™d laid out,ย that

was what he chose to dwell on.

โ€œYou know what I mean,โ€ Bryce said.

โ€œIโ€™m not sure I do.โ€ Had his voice dropped lower?

โ€œWeโ€™re roomies,โ€ she said, her own voice getting breathy. โ€œRoomies.โ€

โ€œOccasional Beer Pong Champions?โ€

Hunt snatched the hat off her head and plunked it back on his own, backward as usual. โ€œYes, the Autumn King truly fears our unholy beer pong alliance.โ€

Bryce smiled, letting it chase away the darkness lurking in her soul. But Hunt added, โ€œWe canโ€™t forget that Avallen has their own angle. Whyโ€™d they agree to the union?โ€

โ€œYou know what?โ€ Bryce said. โ€œWho cares about any of them? My father, the Avallen Faeโ€”screw them.โ€ Only with Hunt could she be dismissive about this. Heโ€™d have her back, no matter what. โ€œAt least until we get my parents onto that train.โ€

โ€œYou still havenโ€™t given me a convincing plan for howย thatย will happen.

For all we know, theyโ€™re learning about this on the news.โ€

โ€œOh, my phone would already be exploding if my mother had heard.โ€ She ran a hand through her hair. โ€œMaybe I should ask Fury to sneak into their hotel and disable their phones.โ€

โ€œIs it bad if I think she should go one step further and tie them up, throw them in the trunk of a car, and drive them home so they get there before the news breaks? Because thatโ€™s what Fury will likely do if you send her to that hotel.โ€

Bryce laughed, and the sound sang through her like silver bells. โ€œOkay, no Fury.โ€ She looped her arm through Huntโ€™s, savoring the muscled mass of him as she steered them toward the low gate and sidewalk beyond. โ€œLetโ€™s watch old episodes ofย Beach House Hookupย and come up with ways to trick my parents.โ€

One of his wings brushed along her back in the softest of caresses. Every inch it touched lit up like firstlight. โ€œSounds like a normal Tuesday night.โ€

They meandered home, and despite Bryceโ€™s flippant words, she found herself slipping into a state of roiling darkness and thoughts like shooting stars. Sheโ€™d been a fool to think she could lie low forever. Sheโ€™d been willing to follow the Asteriโ€™s order to lead a boring, normal life, but the rest of the world had different plans for her. And Hunt.

She was bringing her phone to her ear to call her parents with the news thatย Oh, so sad, but Jesiba needs me to head over to her warehouse tomorrow and I think this might lead to a second chance at a job with her, so do you mind getting on the earlier train?ย when she and Hunt walked off the elevator and found the door to their apartment ajar.

If her mom and Randall had come over unexpectedly โ€ฆ

Syrinx was barking inside, and Bryce lunged for the door, the memory of another night washing red over her senses. Now, as then, the scent of blood was a coppery tang in the air, in the hallway, on the threshold of her doorโ€”

Not again. Not her parentsโ€”

Hunt shoved her back as he angled himself at the doorway, gun out and lightning wreathing his other hand, violence written in every taut line of his body, his raised wings.

Surprise flared in his dark eyes, and then he lowered the gun. Bryce beheld what was in the center of the great room and swayed into Hunt with relief and shock.

Yes, the gods had clearly formed a How to Fuck Over Hunt and Bryce task force.

Inside lay Ithan Holstrom, bleeding all over her pale wood floors.

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