There was blood everywhere.As before, Matilda stood between the two bloody beds, reeking breath caressing her ear, her neck, her spine. She could feel the Valiking princes roving around her, circling with predators’ gaits, devouring her misery and pain bit by bit, tasting and savoring.There was no way out, and she could not move as she looked from one bed to the other.Jeremiah ’s corpse, mangled and mutilated. Because she had been too late, and because she had been a coward.And her parents, throats slit from ear to ear, gray and lifeless. Dead from an attack they should have sensed. An attack she should have sensed. Maybe she had sensed it, and that was why she had crept in that night. But she had been too late then as well.Two beds. Two fractures in her soul, cracks through which the abyss had come pouring in long before the Valiking princes had ever seized her. A claw scraped along her neck and she jerked away, stumbling toward her parents’ corpses.The moment that darkness
She lifted her head to find her mother smiling as she removed the golden chain and heavy, round medallion from beneath her nightgown and held it out to her.She looked at the amulet, then at her mother, eyes wide.The Amulet of Olive . The heirloom honored above all others of their house. Its round disk was the size of her palm, and on its cerulean front, a white stag had been carved of horn—horn gifted from the Lord of the Forest. Between his curling antlers was a burning crown of gold, the immortal star that watched over them and pointed the way home to Terrasen. She knew every inch of the amulet, had run her fingers over it countless times and memorized the shape of the symbols etched into the back—words in a strange language that no one could remember.“Father gave this to you when you were in Wendlyn. To protect you.” The smile remained. “And before that, his uncle gave it to him when hecame of age. It is a gift meant to be given to people in our family—to those who need its gui
The barrier fell.But the darkness did not advance over the ward-stones, and Leonard , who had been restrained by Gavriel and Lorcan in the grass outside the fortress, knew why.The creatures and Narrok had captured a prize far greater than the demi-Fae. The joy of feeding on her was something they planned to relish for a long, long while. Everything else was secondary—as if they’d forgotten to continue advancing, swept up in the frenzy of feasting.Behind them, the fighting continued, as it had for the past twenty minutes. Wind and ice were of no use against the darkness, though Leonard had hurled both against it the moment the barrier fell. Again and again, anything to pierce that eternal black and see what was left of the princess. Even as he started hearing a soft, warm female voice, beckoning to him from the darkness—that voice he had spent centuries forgetting, which now tore him to shreds.Leonard had hurled both against it the moment the barrier fell. Again and again, anythi
“I thought you’d be gone by now,” Leonard said.Gavriel’s tawny eyes flickered. “The twins and Vaughan left an hour ago, and Lorcan left at dawn. He said to tell you good-bye.”Leonard nodded in a way that made it very clear he knew Lorcan had done no such thing. “What do you want?”She wasn’t quite sure they had the same definition of friend that she did. But Gavriel looked at her from head to toe and back up again, then at Leonard , and said, “Be careful when you face Maeve. We’ll have given our reports by then.”Leonard ’s stormy expression didn’t improve. “Travel swiftly,” he said, and kept walking.Matilda lingered, studying the Fae Mob , the glimmer of sadness in his golden eyes. Like Leonard , he was enslaved to Maeve—and yet he thought to warn them. With the blood oath, Maeve could order him to divulge every detail, including this moment. And punish him for it. But for his friend …“Thank you,” she said to the golden-haired Mob . He blinked, and Leonard froze. Her arms ach
He leaned over his knees, dipping a large hand in the water. “You’re right. I don’t want you to tell me. Any of it.”“I hate that,” she breathed. “I hate her.”He looked away, toward Goldryn, discarded behind them on the rock. She’d told him its history this morning as she scarfed down enough food for three full-grown Fae Mob s. He hadn’t seemed particularly impressed, and when she showed him the ring she’d found in the scabbard, he had nothing to say other than “I hope you find a good use for it.” Indeed.But the silence that was building between them was unacceptable. She cleared her throat. Perhaps she couldn’t tell him the truth about the third Wyrdkey, but she could offer him another.The truth. The truth of her, undiluted and complete. And after all that they had been through, all that she still wanted to do …So she steeled herself. “I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it’s mine,” she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, “and it’s time
The private library’s doors were locked. Joyce jangled the handle, but it refused to open.She said quietly, “Open this door.”The House ignored her.She tried the handle again, shoving a shoulder into the door. “Open this door.”Nothing.She continued slamming her shoulder into the door. “Open this door right now.”The House declined to obey.She gritted her teeth, panting. She’d had more books than yesterday to shelve, as the priestesses had apparently heard from Gwyn that Joyce was to be their errand girl.So they began dumping their tomes on her cart—and a few asked her to retrieve books as well. Joyce had heeded them, if only because finding the requested books took her to new places in the library and occupied her thoughts, but by the time the clock had struck six, she was exhausted and dusty and hungry. She’d ignored the sandwich the House had laid out for her in the afternoon, and this had apparently pissed off the House enough that it now refused to allow her entry int
But she sliced into Leonard before he could go on. “Does that mean you’re done panting after me as well? Because what a relief that will be, to know you’ve finally taken the hint.”Leonard ’s muscled chest heaved, his throat working. “You want to rip yourself apart, go right ahead. Implode all you like.” He stood, meal half-finished. “The training was supposed to help you. Not punish you. I don’t know why you don’t fucking get that.”“I told you: I’m not training in that miserable village.”“Fine.” Leonard stalked out, his pounding steps fading down the hall.Alone with Azriel, Joyce bared her teeth at him.Azriel watched her with that cool quiet, keeping utterly still. Like he saw everything in her head. Her bruised heart.She couldn’t bear it. So she stood, only two bites taken from her food, and left the room as well.She returned to the library. The lights blazed as brightly as they had during the day, and a few lingering priestesses wandered the levels. She found her ca
Joyce stood in the training ring atop the House of Wind and scowled. “I thought we were going up to Windhaven.”Leonard strode over to the rope ladder laid out on the ground and straightened a rung. “Change of plans.” No trace of that red-hot anger had remained on his face this morning when she’d walked into the breakfast room. Azriel was already gone, and Leonard hadn’t said a word about why he’d left. Something about the queens, presumably, judging by what she’d heard the previous night.When she’d finished her porridge, she’d looked for any sign of Morrigan, but the female had never appeared. And Leonard had led her here, not speaking on the walk up.Everyone hates you. The words had lingered, like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing.He finally clarified, “Mor’s gone back to Vallahan, and Rhys and Feyre are busy. So there’s no one to winnow us to Windhaven. We’ll be training here today.” He gestured to the empty ring. Free of any watching eyes. He added with a sharp grin