WELL?” ENVY BARKED, staring out through the window at the dark hedge maze.
He’d been mulling over the chaos of the evening, as well as that strange moonlit glow in Camilla’s eyes, trying to puzzle out what she could be, if she wasn’t—as he was beginning to suspect—entirely human.
Envy had guessed she had secrets when she became the key, vital for him to receive the third clue. He hadn’t expected the mystery of who she was to delve so deep.
He didn’t need another complication right now. His mood was downright hostile as he sorted through theories—none of which satisfied.
Shape-shifters, Fae, even some peculiar combination of half-vampires could explain her talent. But he wouldn’t know for certain until he learned all he could of her family.
He’d already sent his spies out with new instructions, to locate Camilla’s mother and find out more, when he’d felt Alexei lingering in the corridor.
Whatever news he brought couldn’t be good. “How bad is it?” “I’d counsel seeing for yourself, Your Highness.”
Envy glanced at the clock. He had more than an hour and a half before Camilla had agreed to depart, which would give him just enough time to travel to his court and return.
He turned to face his vampire second-in-command. “How bad?” he repeated, enunciating each word. “Two-thirds, Your Highness.”
“Fuck.”
Two-thirds of his court now lost to the fog. They’d be in serious peril if anyone else heard how vulnerable House Envy was right now.
Envy strode out the door, the vampire trailing along like a shadow behind him.
They traveled down several sets of stairs in silence, stopping once they reached the wine cellar. The limestone walls held a slight chill that had little to do with the lack of sunlight.
Envy had used magic he could ill afford to spare on crafting a portal here to enter his House of Sin.
“Watch Camilla,” he said to Alexei. “Make sure she doesn’t leave the grounds. I’ll be back in an hour to escort her through the Sin Corridor.”
Alexei inclined his head and disappeared back up the stairs.
Envy inhaled deeply, then held his palm to the wall. He whispered his spell, then walked straight forward, into the secret portal hidden in the stone. Immediately he was submerged in the dense energy connecting the realms, pushing through as if wading through water, but within seconds he’d broken free, striding forward on the other side.
He let out a breath, looking his private suite over. All was how he’d left it. His oversized four-poster bed was unrumpled, the nude portrait of himself still proudly displayed on the ceiling. Good.
The nightstands were polished, but not completely free of dust. A light layer coated the top of the wood, just enough for him to drag his finger across.
His notebooks were piled neatly, the letter that had begun the game tucked carefully between them.
No one had entered this chamber since he’d left.
He steeled himself for whatever would greet him outside this room.
Once in the hallway, the silence immediately struck him. There was no music, no movement. No shuffling of feet or hurried sounds of demons moving to and fro, bringing art, arranging it, admiring what he’d collected and curated throughout the centuries.
Envy’s House had been crafted to give the feel of a museum. Each wing, each level featured a different medium. There was the Tapestry Room on the second floor, along with the Titans Room, and the Longest Night Gallery on the third, where one would also find the Gothic Stair, the
Heritage Tower, and the sixth-floor corridor, which featured architectural fragments Envy had collected from across the realms, made of varying materials, his favorite being stone.
He had rooms dedicated to mortal art—Venetian, Renaissance, Baroque, Georgian, Ancient World, Old World. And even, though he’d bragged about it less lately, art from the Wild Court of the Unseelie.
Some wings were even designated by color, mixing and matching different periods. The blue corridor, red, pink, then the metallic wings featuring gold, silver, bronze, and copper. But the green art he’d collected, that was where the magic of his sin truly shone—he had gorgeous variations in shades not known to mortals, far beyond sage, hunter, emerald, deepest moss, or brightest grass.
Envy strode through the hallways, not seeing another soul. He paused to glance out the arched windows in the Mist Corridor, looking at the courtyard below.
Empty.
His courtyard was one of his favorite places. Usually it was alive with courtiers, some playing music and others setting up canvases along the gardens. He’d always delighted in their paintings and sketches of the water features, or the birds who nested in the magical winterbud trees he’d imported from the far north. He’d taken such pride in the unrivaled beauty of his home.
That was all before. Now only the statues and sculptures he passed watched his silent procession, their stone faces as lifeless as his court.
Alexei hadn’t exaggerated. Things were much worse.
Envy’s long stride ate up the expansive corridors, growing quicker the longer he went without seeing anyone. Near stairs leading to the upper level, where the nobility who preferred to remain at court stayed in luxurious suites, he paused.
There, in the distance, he heard it. Wailing.
Jaw locked, he aimed for the sound of grief, holding his worry and anger tightly in his fist, allowing no trepidation or dread to show on his face.
After an eternity he stopped before a chamber.
He raked a hand through his hair, despite his vow to look unaffected. “Fuck.”
This would not be good. For the first time in his immortal existence, the
Prince of Envy considered running from his court.
Please, he silently begged any Underworld god who’d listen, spare them.
He hoped he wasn’t too late.
The door he stood before belonged to Lord and Lady Casius, two of the higher-ranking nobles, the lady a member of his council, made up of demons he’d known for centuries. Who’d schemed with him, who’d searched for spells with him for decades now, hoping to delay the madness. Who’d found the one spell he could use to lie. Who’d believed Envy would see them all saved, in the end. They never blamed him for what he’d done, even though he deserved it.
If they succumbed…
There were few things in any of the realms that Envy could imagine being worse.
The Lord and Lady Casius had been blessed by the old gods, and before he’d departed for the game had brought three new demons into the world, even knowing the risks. The babes couldn’t be older than six months, even with the time he’d been away.
Envy knocked gently, then pushed the door open, his nails digging into his palms as he entered the room.
It had been destroyed.
“Who are you?” Lady Casius screamed, her gown tattered and torn. “Who is that?”
“Shh,” he soothed, “it’s me, Piper. Prince Envy.”
Tears streamed down her face, terror making her back away. “I… I don’t know you.”
She wailed again, the sound echoing in the once finely appointed room. Glasses were broken, art ripped from the walls. As if a battle had been fought, blood was splattered across the wallpaper.
“I don’t know him! WHO IS HE?”
Envy followed her pointing hand to the slumped form at her feet, blood pooling out from the lifeless body. She’d attempted to cover him with her bedding. Had torn the sheets from the mattress in a violent frenzy. A moment of clarity must have hit at some point.
He slowly approached, hands up, then knelt, already knowing what he’d find.
Dreading it.
He pulled the sheet back and quickly averted his gaze. Lord Casius had been gone for some time. Envy wasn’t certain how he’d missed the scent of rot when he’d first opened the door. To kill a demon… it wasn’t an easy feat. They were long-lived, perhaps not immortal like Envy and his brothers, but not casually lost, either.
Envy saw some defensive wounds on his friend’s hands, knew if he’d still been in his right mind he wouldn’t have struck his wife, even if she was repeatedly striking him.
Gods-damn. When Envy won the game and restored balance—because he refused to consider the alternative—Piper would never recover. Even if she got her memories back, she’d never forgive herself.
In so many ways, Envy was already too late.
He was struggling to figure out a way to remove his old friend when Piper’s next words pinned him in place.
“Who are they?” she screamed, her tone shrill. “WHO ARE THEY?
They kept staring and crying. WHO SENT THEM TO KILL ME?”
“Who are…” Envy had a sudden realization and couldn’t bring himself to look.
But as the prince of this circle, it was his duty.
He would own this sin, allow it to scar his soul. These deaths, these murders… they belonged to him. If he’d never given the chalice to her…
He would solve the riddles, claim his prize, and make this right. No matter the cost to him. No matter who he had to deceive, kill, or toy with in the process.
Envy would win. Or his circle would be no more.
His eyes stung as he forced himself to scan the room. There, in the corner, where the cribs had been…
Bile seared up his throat; he squeezed his eyes shut, closing off the unspeakable sight. It made no difference. The image was burned there, forever.
Envy allowed himself one moment of grief; then his resolve hardened along with his heart. He needed to set this right before he returned to Camilla. And he had little time left.
“I did it.” Lady Casius fell to her knees, horrible clarity flashing in her eyes.
Envy knew it would soon pass like it always did; the memories would fog once again, and she’d be blissfully unaware of reality.
He needed to get Piper out of this chamber immediately, needed to see about—
A shriek filled the air.
Before he saw the blade, before he could cross the room, Lady Casius had thrust the dagger through her chest, her knees cracking against the marble floor a moment before her skull did.
Envy felt the blow as if in his own heart.
Cursing, he scrubbed his hands down his face, fighting down an unfamiliar panic, until his breathing was in control. Then he wrapped his heart in ice, the coldness erupting from him to coat the room in a layer of frost, and he set about collecting his fallen friends.
Once again, Envy had been too late to save them, and now he had five more deaths to add to his sins. Five more demons he’d sworn to protect.
He would not leave them here; he would take their bodies to where they had taken all the rest. At the very least, then, they would no longer be alone.
