Vincent observed her. “If it upsets you so much, I won’t have it killed. I’ll arrange for a home, and I’ll even ask for your approval before I make a final decision.”“You’d do that?”“What’s the dog’s life to me? If it pleases you, then it shall happen.”Her face burned as he rose to his feet, standing close. “You—you promise?” He put a hand on his heart. “I swear on my crown that the pup shall live.” She was suddenly aware of how near to touching they were. “Thank you.” Jeremy watched them from the floor, her brows raised, until one of her personal guards appeared at the gate. “It’s time to go, Princess,” he said in the group. “You must dress for your evening with the queen.” The princess stood,pushing past the bouncing puppies.“Do you want to walk with me?” Jeremy said in the common tongue to Jane.Jane nodded and opened the gate for them. Shutting the gate, she looked back at the Crown Prince. “Well? Aren’t you coming with us?”He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immed
Kaltain’s spine snapped and straightened. She saw Vincent’s face and the crown that sat upon his head. “The prince said that—about me?”The duke put a hand on her knee, stroking it with his thumb. “Of course, then Lady Lillian interrupted before he could say more.”Her head spun. “Why was she with him?” “I don’t know. I wish it were otherwise.”She must do something, something to stop this. The girl moved fast—too fast for her maneuvering. Lillian had snared the Crown Prince in her net, and now Kaltain must cut him free. Perrington could do it. He could make Lillian disappear and never be found. No—Lillian was a lady, and a man with as much honor as Perrington would never harm one of noble birth. Or would he? Skeletons danced in circles around her head. But what if he thought Lillian weren’t a lady . . . Her headache flared to life with a sudden burst that sucked the air from her lungs.“I had the same reaction,” she said, rubbing her temple. “It’s hard to believe someone as disreputa
Kaltain watched in rage and agony as Lizzy and the Crown Prince of Adarlan danced and danced and danced. Even with a much more concealing mask, she would have recognized the upstart. And what sort of a person wore gray to a ball? Kaltain looked down at her dress and smiled. Bright shades of blue, emerald, and soft brown, her gown and matching peacock mask had cost as much as a small house. It was all a gift from Bolton, of course, along with the jewelry that decorated much of her neck and arms. It was certainly not the dull, drab mess of crystal that the conniving harlot wore.Bolton stroked her arm, and Kaltain turned to him with fluttering eyelashes. “You look handsome tonight, my love,” she said, adjusting a gold chain across his red tunic. His face quickly matched the color of his clothes. She wondered if she could bear the repulsion of kissing him. She could always keep refusing, just as she had for the past month; but when he was this drunk . . .She would have to think of a wa
Jane groaned as something cold and wet brushed her cheek and moved to lick her face. She opened an eye and found the puppy looking down at her, its tail wagging. Adjusting herself in the bed, she winced at the sunlight. She hadn’t meant to sleep in. They had a Test in two days, and she needed to train. It was their last Test before the final duel—the Test that decided who the four finalists would be.Janerubbed an eye and then scratched the dog behind the ears. “Have you peed somewhere and wish to tell me about it?”“Oh no,” said someone as the bedroom door swung open—Vincent . “I took her out at dawn with the other dogs.”She smiled weakly as he approached. “Isn’t it rather early for a visit?” “Early?” He laughed, sitting on the bed. She inched away. “It’s almost one inthe afternoon! Philippa told me you’ve been sleeping like the dead all morning.” One! She’d slept that long? What about lessons with Chaol? She scratched her nose and pulled the puppy onto her lap. At least nothing ha
Pain lanced through her hand as they slammed into the wall and fell to the ground, scattering treasure. Black blood that stank of waste sprayed onto her.She didn’t move, not as she stared at those black eyes barely inches from her own, not as she saw her right hand held between its black teeth, her blood already oozing down its chin. She just panted and shook, not taking her left hand from the hilt of the sword, even after those hungry eyes turned dull and its body sagged atop hers.It was only when the amulet throbbed again that she blinked. Everything afterthat became a series of steps, a dance that she had to execute perfectly or else she’d fall apart right there in that tomb and never get up.She first pried her hand from its teeth. It burned mercilessly. An arc of gushing puncture wounds encircled her thumb, and she swayed on her feet as she shoved the ridderak off her. It was surprisingly light—as if its bones were hollow, or there were nothing inside of it. Though the world b
Bolton’s mouth parted. Slowly, she shook her head. “But they sent you to Endovier. You were supposed to be in Endovier with—” Bolton’s eyes widened. “You speak the Eyllwe of the peasants—of those enslaved in Endovier. That was how you learned.” Jane’s breathing became a bit difficult. Bolton’s lips trembled. “You went . . . you went to Endovier? Endovier is a death camp. But . . . why did you not tell me? Do you not trust me?”“Of course I do,” she said. Especially now that she’d proven beyond a doubt that she wasn’t the one responsible for those murders. “I was ordered by the king not to speak a word of it.”“A word of what?” Bolton said sharply, blinking back her tears. “The king knows you’re here? He gives you orders?”“I’m here for his amusement.” Jane sat up straighter in bed. “I’m here because he’s hosting a competition to be the King’s Champion. And after I win—if I win, I’m to work for the king for four years as his lackey and assassin. And then I’ll be freed, and my name cle
Nox rubbed his neck. “I don’t understand a word of what you just said. Why don’t you have a choice? I know things are bad with your father, but surely he won’t—” She silenced him with a pointed stare. “And you’re not a jewel thief, are you?” She shook her head. Nox glanced again at Zagreb. “Zagreb knows, too. That’s why he always tries to rile you—to get you to show who you truly are.”She nodded. What difference did it make if he knew? She had more important things to worry about now. Like how she’d survive until the duels. Or stop Zagreb.“But who are you?” Nox said. She bit her lip. “You said your father moved you to New York, that much is true. The prince went there to retrieve you— there’s evidence of that journey.” Even as he said it, his eyes slid toward her back. She could practically see the revelations as they bloomed in his mind. “And—you weren’t in the town of New York. You were in New York. The Salt Mines. That explains why you were so painfully thin when I first saw you.
And she’d never, not in a million years, tell him about the ridderak. She might feel something for him, but if he told his father about the power of the Wyrdmarks and Wyrdgates . . . Her blood chilled at the thought.But looking at him, with his face illuminated by firelight, she couldn’t see any resemblance to his father. No, she could only see his kindness, and intelligence, and maybe he was a tad arrogant, but . . . Jane’s toes scratched Fleetfoot’s ears. She’d expected him to stay away, to move on to another woman now that he’d tasted her.Well, did he even want to taste you in the first place?He moved his High Priestess, and Jane laughed. “Do you really wish to do that?” she asked. His face contorted with confusion, and she picked up her pawn, moving it diagonally, and easily knocked over the piece.“Damn!” he cried, and she cackled.“Here.” She handed him the piece. “Take it and try another move.” “No. I’ll play like a man and accept my losses!”They laughed, but silence soon c