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Chapter no 16

Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3)

IT WOULDNโ€™T BE SAFEย to approach Kribirsk on this side of the Fold, so weโ€™d decided to stage our attack from West Ravka, and that meant dealing with the logistics of a crossing. Because Nadia and Zoya couldnโ€™t keep theย Bitternย aloft with too many additional passengers, we agreed that Tolya would escort the Soldat Sol to the eastern shore of the Fold and wait for us there. It would take them a full day on horseback, and that would give the rest of us time to enter West Ravka and locate a suitable base camp. Then weโ€™d loop back to lead the others across the Fold under the protection of my power.

We boarded theย Bittern,ย and mere hours later, we were speeding toward the strange black fog of the Shadow Fold. This time, when we entered the darkness, I was prepared for the sense of familiarity that gripped me, that feeling of likeness. It was even stronger now that Iโ€™d dabbled inย merzost, the very power that had created this place. I understood it better too, the need that had driven the Darkling to try to re-create Morozovaโ€™s experiments, a legacy he felt was his.

The volcra came at us, and I glimpsed the dim shapes of their wings, heard their cries as they tore at the circle of light I summoned. If the Darkling had his way, theyโ€™d soon be well fed. I was grateful when we burst into the sky above West Ravka.

The territory west of the Fold had been evacuated. We flew over abandoned villages and houses, all without seeing a soul. In the end, we decided to set up in an apple farm just southwest of what was left of Novokribirsk, less than a mile from the dark reach of the Fold. It was called Tomikyana, the name written across the side of the cannery and the barn full of cider presses. Its orchards were thick with fruit that would never be

harvested.

The ownerโ€™s house was lavish, a perfect little cake of a building, lovingly maintained, and topped with a white cupola. I felt almost guilty as Harshaw broke a window and climbed inside to unlock the doors.

โ€œNew money,โ€ sniffed Zoya as we made our way through the overdecorated rooms, each shelf and mantel brimming with porcelain figurines and curios.

Genya picked up a ceramic pig. โ€œVile.โ€

โ€œI like it here,โ€ protested Adrik. โ€œItโ€™s nice.โ€

Zoya made a retching sound. โ€œMaybe taste will come with age.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m only three years younger than you.โ€

โ€œThen maybe youโ€™re just doomed to be tacky.โ€

The furniture had been covered with sheets. Misha yanked one free and ran from room to room trailing it behind him like a cape. Most of the cupboards had been emptied, but Harshaw found a tin of sardines that he opened and shared with Oncat. Weโ€™d have to send people out to the neighboring farms to scout for food.

Once weโ€™d made sure there were no other squatters, we left David, Genya, and Misha to get started procuring materials for the production ofย lumiyaย and blasting powders. Then the rest of us reboarded theย Bitternย to cross back to Ravka.

Weโ€™d planned to reunite with the Soldat Sol at the monument to Sankta Anastasia that stood on a low hill overlooking what had once been Tsemna. Thanks to Anastasia, Tsemna had survived the wasting plague that had claimed half the population of the surrounding villages. But Tsemna hadnโ€™t survived the Fold. It had been swallowed up when the Black Hereticโ€™s disastrous experiments first created the Unsea.

The monument was an eerie sight, a giant stone woman rising out of the earth, arms spread wide, her benevolent gaze fixed on the nothingness of the Fold. Anastasia was rumored to have rid countless towns of sickness. Had she worked miracles, or was she simply a talented Healer? Was there any difference?

Weโ€™d arrived before the Soldat Sol, so we landed and made camp for the night. The air was still warm enough that we didnโ€™t need tents, and we laid our bedrolls next to the foot of the statue near a patchy field studded with red

boulders. Mal took Harshaw with him to try to find game for dinner. It was scarce down here, as if the animals were just as wary of the Unsea as we were.

I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and walked down the hill to the edge of the black shore.ย Two days, I thought as I looked into the seething black mists. I knew better than to think I understood what lay ahead of me. Every time Iโ€™d tried to predict my fate, my life had been upended.

I heard a soft scraping sound behind me. I turned and froze. Nikolai was perched atop a high rock. He was cleaner than he had been, but he wore the same ragged trousers. His taloned feet gripped the ridge of the rock, and his shadow wings beat gently at the air, his gaze black and unreadable.

Iโ€™d been hoping he would show himself again, but now I wasnโ€™t sure what to do. Had he been watching us? What had he seen? How much had he understood?

Carefully, I reached into my pocket, afraid any sudden movement might make him bolt.

I held out my hand, the Lantsov emerald resting on my palm. He frowned, a line appearing between his brows, then folded his wings and leapt soundlessly from the rock. It was hard not to back away. I didnโ€™t want to be afraid, but the way he moved was so inhuman. He stalked toward me slowly, eyes focused on the ring. When he was less than a foot away, he cocked his head to one side.

Despite the black eyes and the inky lines that coursed up his neck, he still had an elegant faceโ€”his motherโ€™s fine cheekbones, the strong jaw that must have come from his ambassador father. His frown deepened. Then he reached out and plucked the emerald up in his claws.

โ€œItโ€™sโ€”โ€ The words died on my lips. Nikolai turned my palm over and slid the ring onto my finger.

My breath caught between a laugh and a sob. He knew me. I couldnโ€™t stop the tears that welled in my eyes.

He pointed to my hand and made a sweeping gesture. It took me a second to grasp his meaning. He was imitating the way I moved when I summoned.

โ€œYou want me to call the light?โ€

His face stayed blank. I let sunlight pool in my palm. โ€œThis?โ€

The glow seemed to galvanize him. He seized my hand and slapped it

against his chest. I tried to draw away, but he held my hand in place. His grip was viselike, made stronger by whatever monstrous thing the Darkling had placed inside him.

I shook my head. โ€œNo.โ€

Again, he slapped my hand against his chest, the movement almost frantic. โ€œI donโ€™t know what my power will do to you,โ€ I protested.

The corner of his mouth curled, the faintest suggestion of Nikolaiโ€™s wry smile. I could almost hear him say,ย Really, lovely, what could be worse?ย Beneath my hand, his heart beatโ€”steady and human.

I released a long breath. โ€œAll right,โ€ I said. โ€œIโ€™ll try.โ€

I summoned the barest bit of light, letting it flow through my palm. He winced, but held my hand firmly in place. I pushed a little harder, trying to direct the light into him, thinking of the spaces between, letting it seep through his skin.

The black cracks on his torso began to recede. I couldnโ€™t quite believe what I was seeing. Could it possibly be this simple?

โ€œItโ€™s working,โ€ I gasped.

He grimaced, but waved me on, asking for more.

I called the light into him, watching the black veins fade and recoil.

He was panting now, his eyes closed. A low, pained whine rose from his throat. His grip around my wrist was iron.

โ€œNikolaiโ€”โ€

Then I felt something push back, as if the darkness within him was fighting. It shoved against the light. All at once, the cracks exploded outward, just as dark as before, like the roots of a tree drinking deep of poisoned water.

Nikolai flinched and shoved away from me with a frustrated snarl. He looked down at his chest, misery carved into his features.

It was no good. Only the Cut worked on theย nichevoโ€™ya.ย It might well destroy the thing inside Nikolai, but it would kill him too.

His shoulders slumped, his wings roiling with the same shifting movement as the Fold.

โ€œWeโ€™ll think of something. David will come up with a solution, or weโ€™ll find a Healer.โ€ฆโ€

He dropped to his haunches, elbows resting on his knees, face buried in his hands. Nikolai had seemed infinitely capable, confident in his belief that

every problem had a solution and he would be the one to find it. I couldnโ€™t bear seeing him this way, broken and defeated for the first time.

I approached him cautiously and crouched down. He wouldnโ€™t meet my eyes. Tentatively, I reached out and touched his arm, ready to draw back if he startled or snapped. His skin was warm, the feel of it unchanged despite the shadows lurking beneath it. I slipped my arms around him, careful of the wings that rustled at his back.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ I whispered.

He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry, Nikolai.โ€

He released a small, shuddering sigh.

Then he inhaled and tensed. He turned his head. I felt his breath on my neck, the scrape of one of his teeth beneath my jaw.

โ€œNikolai?โ€

His arms clamped around me. His claws dug into my back. There was no mistaking the growl that issued from his chest.

I pushed away from him and shot to my feet. โ€œStop!โ€ I said harshly.

His hands flexed. His lips had pulled back to reveal his onyx fangs. I knew what I saw in him: appetite.

โ€œDonโ€™t,โ€ I pleaded. โ€œThis isnโ€™t you. You can control this.โ€

He took a step toward me. Another rumbling, animal growl rolled through him.

I lifted my hands. โ€œNikolai,โ€ I said warningly. โ€œI will put you down.โ€

I saw the moment that reason returned. His face crumpled in horror at what heโ€™d wanted to do, at what some part of him probably still wanted to do. His body was trembling with the desire to feed.

His black eyes brimmed with flickering shadows. Were they tears? He clenched his fists, threw back his head. The tendons in his neck knotted, and he released an echoing shriek of helplessness and rage. Iโ€™d heard it before, when the Darkling summoned theย nichevoโ€™ya,ย the rending of the fabric of the world, the cry of something that should not be.

He launched himself into the air and hurtled straight for the Fold. โ€œNikolai!โ€ I screamed. But he was already gone, swallowed by the

seething blackness, lost to the volcraโ€™s domain.

I heard footsteps and turned to see Mal, Harshaw, and Zoya running toward me, Oncat yowling and darting between their legs. Harshaw had his flint out, and Mal was unslinging his rifle.

Zoyaโ€™s eyes were wide. โ€œWas that aย nichevoโ€™ya?โ€ I shook my head. โ€œIt was Nikolai.โ€

They stopped dead. โ€œHe found us?โ€ said Mal.

โ€œHeโ€™s been tracking us since we left the Spinning Wheel.โ€ โ€œBut the Darklingโ€”โ€

โ€œIf he were the Darklingโ€™s creature, weโ€™d already be dead.โ€

โ€œHow long have you known he was following us?โ€ asked Zoya angrily.

โ€œI saw him once back at the copper mine. There was nothing to do about it.โ€

โ€œWe could have had Mal put an arrow through him,โ€ said Harshaw.

I jabbed a finger at him. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t abandon you, and Iโ€™m not abandoning Nikolai.โ€

โ€œEasy,โ€ said Mal, stepping forward. โ€œHeโ€™s gone now, and thereโ€™s no point fighting about it. Harshaw, go start a fire. Zoya, the grouse we caught need cleaning.โ€

She stared at him and didnโ€™t budge. He rolled his eyes.

โ€œAll right, they need cleaning byย someone else.ย Please go find somebody to order around.โ€

โ€œMy pleasure.โ€

Harshaw returned his flint to his sleeve. โ€œTheyโ€™re all crazy, Oncat,โ€ he said to the tabby. โ€œInvisible armies, monster princes. Letโ€™s go set fire to something.โ€

I rubbed a hand over my eyes as they walked off. โ€œAre you going to yell at me too?โ€

โ€œNo. Iโ€™ve wanted to shoot Nikolai plenty of times, but that seems a little petty now. Curious about that ring, though.โ€

Iโ€™d forgotten about the massive jewel on my hand. I pulled it off and shoved it in my pocket. โ€œNikolai gave it to me back at the Spinning Wheel. I thought he might recognize it.โ€

โ€œDid he?โ€

โ€œI think so. Before he tried to eat me.โ€ โ€œSaints.โ€

โ€œHe flew into the Fold.โ€

โ€œDo you think he meant toโ€”โ€

โ€œKill himself? I donโ€™t know. Maybe itโ€™s like a vacation home to him now. I donโ€™t even know if the volcra would see him as prey.โ€ I leaned against the boulder Nikolai had been perched on just minutes before. โ€œHe tried to have me heal him. It didnโ€™t work.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t know what you may be able to do once the amplifiers are brought together.โ€

โ€œYou mean after I murder you?โ€ โ€œAlinaโ€”โ€

โ€œWe are not talking about this.โ€

โ€œYou canโ€™t just pull the covers over your head and pretend this isnโ€™t happening.โ€

โ€œCan and will.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™re being a brat.โ€

โ€œAnd youโ€™re being noble and self-sacrificing, and it makes me want to throttle you.โ€

โ€œWell, thatโ€™s a start.โ€ โ€œThatโ€™s not funny.โ€

โ€œHow am I supposed to deal with this?โ€ he asked. โ€œI donโ€™tย feelย noble or self-sacrificing. Iโ€™m justโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

He threw up his hands. โ€œHungry.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™re hungry?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ he snapped. โ€œIโ€™m hungry and Iโ€™m tired and Iโ€™m pretty sure that Tolyaโ€™s going to eat all the grouse.โ€

I couldnโ€™t help it. I burst out laughing. โ€œZoya warned me about this. She gets cranky when sheโ€™s hungry too.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not cranky.โ€

โ€œSulky,โ€ I amended graciously. โ€œI amย notย sulking.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ I said, trying to restrain my giggles. โ€œDefinitely more of a pout than a sulk.โ€

He snagged my hand and pulled me in for a kiss. He nipped my ear once, hard.

โ€œOw!โ€

โ€œI told you I was hungry.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re the second person to try to bite me today.โ€

โ€œOh, it gets worse. When we get back to camp, Iโ€™m requesting the Third Tale of Kregi.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m telling Harshaw youโ€™re a dog person.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m telling Zoya you donโ€™t like her hair.โ€

We kept it up all the way back to theย Bittern, shoving and taunting each other, feeling a little bit of the strain of the last weeks ease. But as the sun set and I looked over my shoulder into the Fold, I wondered what human things might remain beyond its shores, and if they could hear our laughter.

* * *

THE SOLDAT SOL ARRIVED late that night and got only a few hours of sleep before we set out the next day. They were wary as we entered the Fold, but Iโ€™d expected them to be far worse, clutching icons and chanting prayers. When we took our first steps into the darkness and I let the light burst forth in a flood around us, I understood: they didnโ€™t need to plead with their Saints. They had me.

Theย Bitternย drifted high above us, well within the roof of the bright bubble Iโ€™d created, but Iโ€™d chosen to travel on the sands so that I could practice bending light within the confines of the Fold. To the Soldat Sol, this new display of power was one more miracle, further proof that I was a living Saint. I remembered the Apparatโ€™s claim:ย There is no greater power than faith, and there will be no greater army than one driven by it.ย I prayed that he was right, that I wasnโ€™t just another leader taking their loyalty and repaying them with useless, honorable deaths.

It took us the better part of that day and night to cross the Fold and escort all of the Soldat Sol up the western shore. By the time we arrived back at Tomikyana, David and Genya had completely taken over. The kitchen looked like a storm had blown through. Bubbling pots covered the cookstove, and a huge kettle had been brought in from the cider press to serve as a cooling tub. David perched on a stool at the big wooden table where the servants had probably rolled dough only weeks before. Now it was littered with glass and metal, smears of some tarlike substance, and countless little bottles of foul-

smelling yellow sludge.

โ€œIs this entirely safe?โ€ I asked him. โ€œNothing is entirely safe.โ€

โ€œHow reassuring.โ€

He smiled. โ€œIโ€™m glad.โ€

In the dining room, Genya had set up her own work space, where she was helping to construct canisters for theย lumiyaย and slings that would carry them. The others could activate them as late as they dared during the attack, and if something happened to me on the Fold, they might still have enough light to get out. All of the farm ownerโ€™s glassware had been conscriptedโ€”goblets, snifters, wine and liqueur glasses, an elaborate collection of vases, and a chafing dish in the shape of a fish.

The tea set had been filled with screws and grommets, and Misha sat cross- legged on a silk-cushioned chair, gleefully deconstructing saddles and organizing the strips and bits of leather into careful piles.

Harshaw was dispatched to steal whatever food he could find from nearby estates, work he seemed disturbingly adept at.

I labored beside Genya and Misha for most of the day. Out in the gardens, the Squallers practiced creating an acoustic blanket. It was a variation on the trick Zoya had performed after the cave-in, and we hoped it would allow us to enter the Fold and take up our positions in darkness without attracting the attention of the volcra. It would be a temporary measure at best, but we just needed it to last long enough to enable the ambush. Periodically, my ears would crackle, and all sound would seem to dampen, then Iโ€™d hear Nadia as clearly as if she were standing in the room with me, or Adrikโ€™s voice booming in my ear.

The pop of gunfire floated back to us from the orchard where Mal and the twins were choosing the best marksmen from the Soldat Sol. We had to be cautious with our ammunition, so they used their bullets sparingly. Later I heard them in the parlor, sorting through weapons and supplies.

We pieced together a dinner of apples, hard cheese, and stale black bread that Harshaw had found in some abandoned larder. The dining room and kitchen were a wreck, so we built a big fire in the grate of the grand receiving room and set out a makeshift picnic, sprawled on the floor and the watered silk couches, toasting bits of bread skewered on the gnarled branches of apple

trees.

โ€œIf I survive this,โ€ I said, wiggling my toes near the fire, โ€œIโ€™m going to have to find some way to compensate these poor people for the damages.โ€

Zoya snorted. โ€œTheyโ€™ll be forced to redecorate. Weโ€™re doing them a favor.โ€ โ€œAnd if we donโ€™t survive,โ€ observed David, โ€œthis whole place will be

enveloped in darkness.โ€

Tolya pushed aside a flowered cushion. โ€œMight be for the best.โ€

Harshaw took a swig of cider from the jug Tamar had brought in from the press. โ€œIf I live, the first thing Iโ€™m doing is coming back here and swimming around in a tank of this stuff.โ€

โ€œGo easy, Harshaw,โ€ said Tamar. โ€œWe need you awake tomorrow.โ€

He groaned. โ€œWhy do battles always have to be so early?โ€ Grudgingly, he gave up the jug to one of the Soldat Sol.

Weโ€™d gone over the plan until all of us were sure we knew exactly where to be and when. Weโ€™d enter the Fold at dawn. The Squallers would go in first to lay down the acoustic blanket and hide our movements from the volcra. Iโ€™d heard Nadia whispering with Tamar about not wanting Adrik with them, but Tamar had argued hard in favor of including him. โ€œHeโ€™s a warrior,โ€ sheโ€™d said. โ€œIf you make him believe heโ€™s less now, heโ€™ll never know he can be more.โ€ I would be with the Squallers, in case anything went wrong. The marksmen and the other Grisha would follow.

Weโ€™d planned the ambush at the center of the Fold, almost directly between Kribirsk and Novokribirsk. Once we spotted the Darklingโ€™s skiff, I would illuminate the Unsea, bending the light to keep us invisible. If that didnโ€™t bring him to a halt, our marksmen would. They would thin his ranks, and then it was up to Harshaw and the Squallers to create enough chaos that the twins and I could board the skiff, locate the students, and get them to safety. Once they were clear, I would deal with the Darkling. Hopefully, he would never see me coming.

Genya and David would remain at Tomikyana with Misha. I knew Misha would insist on going with us, so Genya had slipped a sleeping draft into his dinner. He was already yawning, curled up near the grate, and I hoped he would sleep through our departure in the morning.

The night wore on. We knew we needed to sleep, but no one much felt like it. Some people decided to bed down by the fire in the receiving room while

others trickled out into the house in pairs. Nobody wanted to be alone tonight. Genya and David had work to do in the kitchens. Tamar and Nadia had disappeared early. I thought Zoya might take her pick of the Soldat Sol, but as I slipped out the door, she was still watching the fire, Oncat purring in her lap. I made my way down the dark hall to the parlor, where Mal was making a final check of the weapons and gear. It was a strange sight, to see the piles of guns and ammunition stacked on a marble tabletop next to the framed

miniatures of the lady of the house and a pretty collection of snuffboxes. โ€œWeโ€™ve been here before,โ€ he said.

โ€œWe have?โ€

โ€œWhen we came out of the Fold the first time. We stopped in the orchard, not very far from the house. I recognized it earlier when we were out shooting.โ€

I remembered. It seemed like a lifetime ago. The fruit on the trees had been too small and sour to eat.

โ€œHow did the Soldat Sol do today?โ€

โ€œNot bad. Only a few of them have much range. But if weโ€™re lucky, thatโ€™s all weโ€™ll need. A lot of them saw action in the First Army, so at least thereโ€™s a chance theyโ€™ll keep their heads.โ€

Laughter drifted back to us from the receiving room. Someoneโ€”Harshaw, I suspectedโ€”had started singing. But in the parlor, it was quiet and I could hear that it had begun to rain.

โ€œMal,โ€ I said. โ€œDo you think โ€ฆ do you think itโ€™s the amplifiers?โ€ He frowned, checking the sight on a rifle. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€

โ€œIs that whatโ€™s between us? My power and yours? Is that why we became friends, whyโ€ฆโ€ I trailed off.

He picked up another gun, sighted down the barrel. โ€œMaybe that brought us together, but it didnโ€™t make us who we are. It didnโ€™t make you the girl who could get me to laugh when I had nothing. It sure as hell didnโ€™t make me the idiot who took that for granted. Whatever there is between us, we forged it. It belongs to us.โ€ Then he set down the rifle and wiped his hands on a rag.

โ€œCome with me,โ€ he said, taking my hand and pulling me behind him.

We moved through the darkened house. I heard voices singing something bawdy down the hall, footsteps overhead as someone ran from one room to the next. I thought Mal might lead me up the stairs to the bedrooms; I guess I

hoped he would, but instead he took me through the east wing of the house, past a silent sewing room, a library, all the way to a windowless vestibule lined with trowels, spades, and dried cuttings.

โ€œUm โ€ฆ delightful?โ€

โ€œWait here.โ€ He opened a door I hadnโ€™t seen, tucked into the wall.

In the dim light, I saw it led to some kind of long, narrow conservatory. The rain beat a steady rhythm against the vaulted roof and glazed glass walls. Mal moved deeper into the room, lighting lanterns that rested on the edge of a slender reflecting pool. Apple trees lined the walls, their boughs dense with clusters of white flowers. Their petals lay like a smattering of snow on the red tile floor and floated on the surface of the water.

I trailed Mal down the length of the pool. The air inside was balmy, sweet with apple blossoms and loamy with the rich scent of soil. Outside, the wind rose and howled with the storm, but in here it was as if the seasons had been suspended. I had the strangest sense that we could be anywhere, that the rest of the house had simply fallen away, and we were completely alone.

At the far end of the room, a desk was tucked into the corner. A shawl had been thrown over the back of a scrollwork chair. There was a basket of sewing things resting on a rug patterned with apple blossoms. The lady of the house must have come here to do her needlework, to sip her morning tea. In the daytime, she would have had a perfect view of the orchards through the big arched windows. A book was open on the desk. I peered at the pages.

โ€œItโ€™s a diary,โ€ Mal said. โ€œStatistics on the spring crop, the progress of hybrid trees.โ€

โ€œHer glasses,โ€ I said, picking up the gold wire frames. โ€œI wonder if sheโ€™s missing them.โ€

Mal leaned against the stone rim of the pool. โ€œDo you ever wonder what it might have been like if the Grisha Examiners had discovered your power back at Keramzin?โ€

โ€œSometimes.โ€

โ€œRavka would be different.โ€

โ€œMaybe not. My power was useless before we found the stag. Without you, we might never have located any of Morozovaโ€™s amplifiers.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™dย be different,โ€ he said.

I put the delicate frames aside and flipped through the columns of numbers

and tidy handwriting. What kind of person might I have been? Would I have become friends with Genya or simply seen her as a servant? Would I have had Zoyaโ€™s confidence? Her easy arrogance? What would the Darkling have been to me?

โ€œI can tell you what would have happened,โ€ I said. โ€œGo on.โ€

I closed the diary and turned back to Mal, perching on the edge of the desk. โ€œI would have gone to the Little Palace and been spoiled and pampered. I would have dined off of golden plates, and I never would have struggled to use my power. It would have been like breathing, the way it always should have been. And in time, I would have forgotten Keramzin.โ€

โ€œAnd me.โ€ โ€œNever you.โ€

He raised a brow.

โ€œPossibly you,โ€ I admitted. He laughed. โ€œThe Darkling would have sought Morozovaโ€™s amplifiers, fruitlessly, hopelessly, until one day a tracker, a no one, anย otkazatโ€™syaย orphan, traveled into the ice of Tsibeya.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re assuming I didnโ€™t die on the Fold.โ€

โ€œIn my version, you were never sent into the Fold. When you tell the story, you can die tragically.โ€

โ€œIn that case, carry on.โ€

โ€œThis nobody, this nothing, this pathetic orphanโ€”โ€ โ€œI get it.โ€

โ€œHe would be the first to spot the stag after centuries of searching. So of course the Darkling and I would have to travel to Tsibeya in his great black coach.โ€

โ€œIn the snow?โ€

โ€œHis great black sleigh,โ€ I amended. โ€œAnd when we arrived at Chernast, your unit would be led into our exalted presenceโ€”โ€

โ€œAre we allowed to walk, or do we wriggle in on our bellies like the lowly worms we are?โ€

โ€œYou walk, but you do it with a lot of deference. I would be seated on a raised dais, and I would wear jewels in my hair and a goldenย kefta.โ€

โ€œNot black?โ€

I paused. โ€œMaybe black.โ€

โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t matter,โ€ Mal said. โ€œI still wouldnโ€™t be able to stop looking at you.โ€

I laughed. โ€œNo, you would be making eyes at Zoya.โ€ โ€œZoyaโ€™s there?โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t she always?โ€

He smiled. โ€œI would have noticed you.โ€

โ€œOf course you would. Iโ€™m the Sun Summoner, after all.โ€ โ€œYou know what I mean.โ€

I looked down, brushing petals off of the desk. โ€œDid you ever notice me at Keramzin?โ€

He was silent for a long moment, and when I glanced at him, he was looking up at the glass ceiling. Heโ€™d gone red as a beet.

โ€œMal?โ€

He cleared his throat, crossed his arms. โ€œAs a matter of fact, I did. I had some very โ€ฆ distracting thoughts about you.โ€

โ€œYou did?โ€ I sputtered.

โ€œAnd I felt guilty for every one of them. You were supposed to be my best friend, notโ€ฆโ€ He shrugged and turned even redder.

โ€œIdiot.โ€

โ€œThat fact is well established and adds nothing to the plot.โ€

โ€œWell,โ€ I said, taking another swipe at the petals, โ€œit wouldnโ€™t matter if you noticed me, because I would have noticed you.โ€

โ€œA lowlyย otkazatโ€™sya?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s right,โ€ I said quietly. I didnโ€™t feel like teasing him anymore. โ€œAnd what would you have seen?โ€

โ€œA soldierโ€”cocky, scarred, extraordinary. And that would have been our beginning.โ€

He rose and closed the distance between us. โ€œAnd this still would have been our end.โ€ He was right. Even in dreams, we had no future. If we somehow both survived tomorrow, I would have to seek an alliance and a crown. Mal would have to find a way to keep his heritage a secret.

Gently, he took my face in his hands. โ€œI would have been different too, without you. Weaker, reckless.โ€ He smiled slightly. โ€œAfraid of the dark.โ€ He brushed the tears from my cheeks. I wasnโ€™t sure when theyโ€™d started. โ€œBut no matter who or what I was, I would have been yours.โ€

I kissed him thenโ€”with grief and need and years of longing, with the desperate hope that I could keep him here in my arms, with the damning knowledge that I could not. I leaned into him, the press of his chest, the breadth of his shoulders.

โ€œGoing to miss this,โ€ he said as he kissed my cheeks, my jaw, my eyelids. โ€œThe way you taste.โ€ He set his lips to the hollow beneath my ear. โ€œThe way you smell.โ€ His hands slid up my back. โ€œThe way you feel.โ€ My breath hitched as his hips settled against mine.

Then he drew back, searching my eyes. โ€œI wanted more for you,โ€ he said. โ€œA white veil in your hair. Vows we could keep.โ€

โ€œA proper wedding night? Just tell me this isnโ€™t goodbye. Thatโ€™s the only vow I need.โ€

โ€œI love you, Alina.โ€

He kissed me again. He hadnโ€™t answered, but I didnโ€™t care, because his mouth was on mine, and in this moment, I could pretend I wasnโ€™t a savior or a Saint, that I could simply choose him, have a life, be in love. That we wouldnโ€™t have one night, we would have thousands. I pulled him down with me, easing his body over mine, feeling the cold floor at my back. He had a soldierโ€™s hands, rough and calloused, heating my skin, sending hungry sparks through my body that made me lift my hips to try and bring him closer.

I pulled his shirt over his head, letting my fingers trail over the smooth ridges of his muscled back, feeling the lightly raised lines of the words that marked him. But when he slid the fabric of my blouse from my arms, I stiffened, feeling suddenly, painfully aware of every wrong thing about me. Jutting bones, too-small breasts, skin pale and dry as an onion. Then he cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing my lip.

โ€œYou are all Iโ€™ve ever wanted,โ€ he said. โ€œYou are the whole of my heart.โ€

I saw myself thenโ€”sour, silly, difficult, lovely in his eyes. I drew him to me, felt him shudder as our bodies came together, skin against skin, felt the heat of his lips, his tongue, hands moving until the need between us drew taut and anxious as a bowstring waiting for release.

He clasped his hand to my wrist and my mind filled with light. All I saw was Malโ€™s face, all I felt was his bodyโ€”above me, around me, an awkward rhythm at first, then slow and steady as the beat of the rain. It was all we needed. It was all we would ever have.

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