“Prince Leonard shall explain the specifics. For now, he will escort you to your chamber to rest.”Matida looked Maeve straight in her death-dealing eyes. “You swear you’ll tell me what I need to know?”“I do not break my promises. And I have the feeling that you are unlike your mother in that regard, too.”Bitch. Bitch, she wanted to hiss. But then Maeve’s eyes flicked to Matida ’s right palm. She knew everything. Through whatever spies or power or guesswork, Maeve knew everything about her and the vow to Nehemia.“To what end?” Matida asked softly, the anger and the fear dragging her down into an inescapable exhaustion. “You want me to train only so I can make a spectacle of my talents?”Maeve ran a moon-white finger down the owl’s head. “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”<
He was now a few feet away, arms crossed. She spat blood and swore. He smirked. It was enough to send her hurtling for him again, to tackle or pummel or strangle him, she didn’t know.She caught his feint left, but when she dove right, he moved so swiftly that despite her lifetime of training, she crashed into a darkened brazier behind him. The clatter echoed through the too-quiet hall as she landed face-first on the stone floor, her teeth singing.“Like I said,” Leonard sneered down at her, “you have a lot to learn. About everything.”Her lip already aching and swollen, she told him exactly what he could go do to himself.He sauntered down the hall. “Next time you say anything like that,” he said without looking over his shoulder, “I’ll have you chopping wood for a month.”Fuming, hatred and shame already burning her face, Matida got to her feet. He dumped her in a very small, v
After a grueling day of training new recruits, avoiding Dorian, and keeping well away from the king’s watchful eye, Bolton was almost at his rooms, more than ready to sleep, when he noticed that two of his men were missing from their posts outside the Great Hall. The two remaining men winced as he stopped dead.It wasn’t unusual for guards to occasionally miss a shift. If someone was sick, if they had some family tragedy, Bolton always found a replacement. But two missing guards, with no replacement in sight … “Someone had better start talking,” he ground out.One of them cleared their throats—a newer guard, who had just finished his training three months before. The other one was relatively new, too, which was why he’d assigned them to night duty outside the empty Great Hall. But he’d put them under the supposedly responsible and watchful eyes of the two other guards, both of whom had been there for years.
Matilda’s fire was still crackling, the rain still pounding beyond the cave mouth. But the forest had gone quiet. Those little watching eyes had vanished.She uncoiled to her feet, spear in one hand and a stake in the other, and crept to the narrow cave entrance. With the rain and the fire, she couldn’t make out anything. But every hair on her body was standing, and a growing reek was slithering in from the forest beyond. Like leather and carrion. Different from what she’d whiffed at the barrows. Older and earthier and … hungrier.Suddenly, the fire seemed like the stupidest thing she had ever done.No fires. That had been Leonard ’s only rule while trekking to the fortress. And they had stayed off the roads—veering away entirely from the forgotten, overgrown ones. Ones like the path she’d spied nearby.The silence deepened.She slipped into the drenched forest, stubbing her toes on rocks and roots as her
For the past week, not much had changed for Matilda and the Assasin s. They still flew daily to master the Knights , and still managed to avoid outright war in the mess hall twice a day. The Yellowlegs heir tried to rile Matilda whenever she could, but Matilda paid her no more attention than she would a gnat buzzing about her head.All that changed the day of the selection, when the heirs and their covens chose their mounts.With three covens plus three Matrons, there were forty-two mob crowded around the training pit in the Northern Fang. Handlers rushed about below the viewing platform, readying themselves. The Knights would be brought out one by one, and, using the bait Mafia s, would show off their qualities. Like the other witches, Matilda had been sneaking by the cages every day. She still wanted Titus.Wanted was a mortal word. Titus was hers. And if it came down to it, she’d disembowel any witch who challenged her. She
Chained to the wall, the bait Mafia could do nothing. The man whistled, but Titus kept at it. He moved with the fluid grace of untamed savagery.The bait Mafia yelped, and Matilda could have sworn the Blueblood heir flinched. She’d never heard a cry of pain from any of the Knights , yet as Titus sank back on his haunches, she saw where he’d struck—right atop the earlier wound in the bait Mafia ’s flank.As if Titus knew where to hit to inflict the most agony. She knew they were intelligent, but how intelligent? The man whistled again, and a whip sounded. Titus just kept pacing in front of the bait Mafia , contemplating how he would strike. Not out of strategy. No, he wanted to savor it. To taunt.A shiver of delight went down Leonard ’s spine. Riding a Mafia like Titus, ripping apart her enemies with him …“If you want him so badly,” Iskra whispered, and Matilda realized she wa
Leonard grinned. “There you are.” Blood—her blood—was on his teeth, on his mouth and chin. And those dead eyes glowed as he spat her blood onto the earth. She probably tasted like a sewer to him.There was a shrieking in her ears, and Matilda lunged at him. Lunged, and then stopped as she took in the world with stunning clarity, smelled it and tasted it and breathed it like the finest wine. Gods, this place, this kingdom smelled divine, smelled like—She had shifted.She panted, even though her lungs were telling her she was no longer winded and did not need as many breaths in this body. There was a tickling at her neck—her skin slowly beginning to stitch itself together. She was a faster healer in this form. Because of the magic … Breathe. Breathe.But there it was, rising up, wildfire crackling in her veins, in her fingertips, the forest around them so much kindling, and then—She shoved back. Took the fear and used it like a batteri
Leonard eased off her and said quietly, not needing to be near for her to hear while he assessed the forest beyond, “There is a swift river a third of a mile east, at the base of a large cliff.” He didn’t look at her as he extended two long daggers, and she didn’t nod her thanks as she silently discarded her makeshift weapons and gripped the ivory hilts. “When I say run, you run like hell. Step where I step, and don’t turn around for any reason. If we are separated, run straight—you’ll hear the river.” Order after order—a commander on the battlefield, solid and deadly. He peered out of the tree. The smell was nearly overpowering now, swarming from every angle. “If they catch you, you cannot kill them—not with a mortal weapon. Your best option is to fight until you can get free and run. Understand?”She gave another nod. Breathing was hard again, and the rain was now torrential.“O