Matilda spent the whole night thinking about the turnout of events with Herbert. How did she go from being his executive assistant to being his phony as a three-dollar-bill girlfriend? She'd just gotten out of a relationship and the last thing she wanted was to be in a relationship with any other man, real or faux. The whole process would be an emotional rollercoaster for her. She started the day a little later than usual because of the previous day's activities, and as usual, she had a pile of work waiting for her. She added Penelope's to the list, as she hadn't gotten a hang of it. Food was served to Herbert and her separately, as they shared different rooms. After she was half done with her work for the day, she turned on her cell phone which had been off for a couple of hours. As she came to the internet, her worries stared right at her face. She and Herbert made it to the news headlines, and their relationship was over several social media handles. Her cell phone buzzed not lat
Matilda sprinted through the darkness of the secret passageway, her breathing ragged. She glanced over her shoulder to find Frank grinning at her, his eyes like burning coals.No matter how fast she ran, his stalking gait easily kept him just behind her. After him flowed a wake of glowing green Wyrdmarks, their strange shapes and symbols illuminating the ancient blocks of stone. And behind Frank, its long nails scraping against the ground, lumbered the ridderak.Matilda stumbled, but remained upright. Each step felt like she was wading through mud. She couldn’t escape him. He would catch her eventually. And once the ridderak got hold of her … She didn’t dare glance again at those too-big teeth that jutted out of its mouth or those fathomless eyes, gleaming with the desire to devour her bit by bit.Frank chuckled, the sound grating on the stone walls. He was close now. Close enough that his fingers raked against the nape of her neck. He whispered her name, her true name, and she scream
Bolton sprinted through the game park, Matilda keeping pace beside him. The chill morning air was like shards of glass in his lungs; his breath clouded in front of him. They’d bundled up as best they could without weighing themselves down—mostly just layers of shirts and gloves—but even with sweat running down his body, Bolton was freezing.Bolton knew Matilda was freezing, too—her nose was tipped with pink, color stood high on her cheeks, and her ears shone bright red. Noticing his stare, she flashed him a grin, those stunning turquoise eyes full of light. “Tired?” she teased. “I knew you weren’t bothering to train while I was away.”He let out a breathy chuckle. “You certainly didn’t train while you were on your mission. This is the second time this morning that I’ve had to slow my pace for you.”A blatant lie. She kept up with him easily now, nimble as a stag bounding through the woods. Sometimes he found it immensely hard not to watch her—to watch the way she moved.“Keep telling
She didn’t know whether he simply didn’t notice, or he didn’t want to say anything, but … “The gardens are rather busy for a winter morning,” she said carefully.He shrugged. “Some people go a little stir-crazy being cooped up inside all winter.”Or they just enjoy the sight of the Captain of the Guard and his muscles.But all she said was, “Right,” and then shut her mouth. No need to point it out if he was that oblivious. Especially when some of the ladies were exceptionally pretty.“Are you going into California to spy on Leonard today?” Benjamin asked softly, when the path was mercifully clear of giggling, blushing girls.She nodded. “I want to get a sense of his schedule, so I’ll probably trail him.” “Why don’t I help you?”“Because I don’t need your help.” She knew he’d probably interpret it as arrogance—and it partially was—but … if he did get involved, then it would complicate things when it came time to smuggle Leonard to safety. That is, after she got the truth out of him—an
“Where did your father’s Champion come from?” Roland asked, drawing Leonard’s attention back to the present.Leonard turned toward the castle, heading for a different entrance than the one Benjamin and Matilda had used. He still remembered the way they’d looked when he’d walked in on them embracing in her rooms after the duel, two months ago.“Matilda’s story is hers to tell,” Leonard lied. He just didn’t feel like explaining the competition to his cousin. It was bad enough that his father had ordered him to take Roland on a walk this morning. The only bright spot had been seeing Matilda so obviously contemplate ways to bury the young lord.“Is she for your father’s personal use, or do the other councilmen also employher?”“You’ve been here for less than a day, and you already have enemies to dispatch, cousin?”“We’re Havilliards, cousin. We’ll always have enemies that need dispatching.”Leonard frowned. It was true, though. “Her contract is exclusively with my father. But if you fee
The person outside the library probably had nothing to do with the king, Matilda told herself as she walked—still not sprinting—down the hall to her room. There were plenty of strange people in a castle this large, and even though she rarely saw another soul in the library, perhaps some people just … wished to go to the library alone. And unidentified. In a court where reading was so out of fashion, perhaps it was merely some courtier trying to hide a passionate love of books from his or her sneering friends. Some animalistic, eerie courtier. Who had caused her amulet to glow. Matilda entered her bedroom just as the lunar eclipse was beginning, and groaned. “Of course there’s an eclipse,” she grumbled, turning from the balcony doors and approaching the tapestry along the wall. And even though she didn’t want to, even though she’d hoped to never see Eleanor again … she needed answers. Maybe the dead queen would laugh at her and tell her it was nothing. Gods above, she hoped Eleanor
Eleanor —the queen.” “Of course she is. She’s been in there for a thousand years.” The skull’s eyes seemed to glow. “Don’t mock me, or I’ll peel you off this door and melt you down.” “Not even the strongest man in the world could peel me from this door. King Brannon himself put me here to watch over her tomb.” “You’re that old?” The skull huffed. “How insensitive of you to insult me about my age.” Matilda crossed her arms. Nonsense—fight always led to nonsense like this. “What’s your name?” “What is your name?” “Matilda Sardothien,” she ground out. The skull barked a laugh. “Oh, that is too funny! The funniest thing I’ve heard in centuries!” “Be quiet.” “My name is Mason , if you must know.” She picked up the candle. “Can I expect all of our encounters to be this pleasant?” She reached for the door handle. “Aren’t you even going to knock, after all that? You truly have no manners.” She used all of her self-control to avoid banging on his little face as she made three unn
She had planned to spend the rest of the day following Archer from a distance, but as they walked from the tea court, Bolton informed her that the king had ordered her to assist with guard duty at a state dinner that night. And though she could think of a thousand excuses to get out of it, any suspicious behavior on her part could draw the wrong sort of attention. If she was actually going to listen to Eleanor this time, she needed the king—she needed his entire empire—to think she was his obedient servant.The state dinner was in the Great Hall, and it took all of Matilda’s self-control to keep from sprinting to the long table in the center of the room and horking down the food right off the plates of the gathered councilmen and preening nobility. Roasted lamb rubbed with thyme and lavender, duck glazed with orange sauce, pheasant swimming in green-onion gravy … Truly, it wasn’t fair.Bolton had stationed her by a pillar near the glass patio doors. Though she wasn’t wearing the roya