The docks were crowded with sailors and slaves and workers loading and unloading cargo. The day was warm and breezy, the first hint of spring in the air, and the sky was cloudless. A good day for sailing.
Vincent stood before the ship that would carry her through the first leg of the journey. It would sail to a prearranged location where a ship from Wendy would meet it to take aboard refugees fleeing the shadow of Adarlan’s empire. Most of the women traveling on her ship were already belowdecks. He shiftedthe fingers of her bandaged left hand, wincing at the dull pain radiating outward from her palm.He had hardly slept that night, holding Fleetfoot close to her instead. Saying good-bye an hour ago had been like ripping out a piece of her heart, but the dog’s leg was still too injured for her to risk the journey to Wendy .He hadn’t wanted to see Bolton , hadn’t bothered saying good-bye, because He had so many questions for him that it was easier noJane ’s head went silent as Elain’s words finished sounding in the room.Faith had twisted in her seat, face white with alarm.Jane shot to her feet. “No.”Elain remained in the doorway, her face pale but her expression harder than Jane had ever seen it. “You do not decide what I can and cannot do, Jane .”“The last time we involved ourselves with the Cauldron, it abducted you,” Jane countered, fighting her shaking. She found the words, the weapons she sought. “I thought you didn’t have powers anymore.”Elain pursed her lips. “I thought you didn’t, either.”Jane ’s spine straightened. No one spoke, but their attention lingered on her like a film on her skin. “You will not go looking for it.”Amren said coolly, “So you look for it, girl.”Jane turned to the small female. “I don’t know how to find anything.” “Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn c
Before Faith could reply, Azriel said, “What about Mor?”Faith smiled. “Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row.” She nodded toward Azriel. “I think she’s got you beat for secret-keeping.”“I’ll tell Mor when she returns from Vallahan,” Rhys said. “Given your reaction, Cass, I don’t trust that she can keep her excitement to herself if I tell her while she’s there, even if she doesn’t say anything to them. And I don’t want a potential enemy knowing. Not yet.”“Varian?” Amren asked. Jane had never learned the story of how the female and the Summer Court’s Prince of Adriata had become entwined. She supposed now she never would.“Not yet,” Rhys repeated, shaking his head. “Not until Faith ’s farther along.”Jane angled her head at her sister. “So you can’t do magic while pregnant?”Faith winced. “I can, but given my unusual set of gifts, I’m not sure how it might impact the baby. Winnowing is fine,
She strained her hands toward him, toward where he’d gone still between her legs. She needed him—now. In her hand or her body, she didn’t care.But Vincent only pulled away. Pulled up, and knelt before her. Surveyed her spread beneath him, her nightgown a bunch of silk around her middle, everything else bared to him. His own feast to devour.“I owe you a debt,” he said in that guttural voice that made her writhe. He watched her hips undulate, and braced his large, powerful hands on either thigh. He waited for her to signal that she understood what he intended. What she’d dreamed of for so long, in the darkest hours of the night.In a choked whisper, she said, “Yes.”Vincent gave her a feral, purely male smile. And then his hands tightened on her bare thighs, spreading them wider. His head lowered, and all she could see was his dark hair, gilded by the lamps, and his exquisite wings, rising above them both.He didn’t waste time with gentle touches and ta
Some small, quiet part of his brain whispered otherwise. He ignored it.Had ignored it for a long time now.“Morning, Az,” Vincent said cheerfully. He nodded to Nesta. “Nes. How’d you sleep?”Her eyes flashed with the anger that was like kindling to his own, but then she smiled coolly. “Like a babe.”It was to be a game, then. Which one of them could pretend that nothing had happened the longest. Which one of them might seem the least affected.Vincent threw her a grin that declared he was in. And he’d make her crawl before the end.Nesta merely began to unlace her boots.He jerked his chin toward Azriel. “Why are you up here?”“I thought I’d do some training myself before heading out for the day,” Az said, his shadows lingering in the archway, as if fearful of the bright sunlight in the ring. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”Vincent could have sworn Nesta’s fingers stalled on the laces of her boots. He drawled,
Vincent soared over the trees, riding and shaping the winds to push him onward, faster, their roar negligible to the bellowing in his head. He took in the passing world out of instinct rather than interest, his eyes turned inward —toward that slab of ruined flesh glistening in the candlelight. The gods knew he’d seen plenty of harrowing injuries. He’d bestowed plenty of them on his enemies and friends alike. In the grand sense of things, her back wasn’t even close to some of those wounds. Yet when he’d seen it, his heart had clean stopped—and for a moment, there had been an overwhelming silence in his mind. He felt his magic and his warrior’s instincts honing into a lethal combination the longer he stared—howling to rip apart the people who had done that with his bare hands. Then he’d just left, hardly making it out of the baths before he shifted and soared into the night. Maeve had lied. Or lied by omission. But she knew. She knew what the girl had gone through—knew she’d been a s
Vincent didn’t let her get out of bed that day. He brought trays of food, going so far as to make sure she consumed every last drop of beef stew, half a loaf of crusty bread, a bowl of the first spring berries, and a mug of ginger tea. He hardly needed to offer any encouragement to eat; she was starving. But if she didn’t know better, she’d say he was fussing.Emrys and Luca visited once to see if she was alive, took one look at Vincent ’s stone-cold face, heard the ripple of a growl, and took off, saying she was in more than competent hands and promising to come back when she was feeling better.“You know,” Jane said, propped in bed with her fourth mug of tea of the day, “I highly doubt anyone is going to attack me now, if they’ve already put up with my nonsense for this long.”Vincent , who was yet again poring over the map of the location of the bodies, didn’t even look up from his seat at his worktable. “This isn’t negotiable.”She might have laughed had her body not given a bur
The Beak Mob group was the last to fully assemble at the Ferian Gap.As a result, they got the smallest and farthest rooms in the warren of halls carved into the Omega, the last of the Ruhnn Mountains and the northernmost of the sister-peaks flanking the snow-blasted pass.Across the gap was the Northern Fang, the final peak of the White Fangs, which was currently occupied by the king’s men—massive brutes who still didn’t know quite what to make of the Black girls who had stalked in from every direction.They’d been here for a day and Aries had yet to glimpse any sign of the Squadron s the king had promised. She’d heard them, even though they were housed across the pass in the Northern Fang. No matter how deep you got into the Omega’s stone halls, the shrieks and roars vibrated in the stone, the air pulsed with the boom of leathery wings, and the floors hissed with the scrape of talon on rock.It had been five hundred years since all three Mob group s had assembled. There had been
Nonsense. Especially when Swords had been gone these past ten years. But Aries had heard rumors of the Customs the s did in their forests and caves, Customs in which pain was the gateway to Swords , to opening their senses. Oracles, mystics, zealots.Aries stalked through the ranks of the assembled Beak coven leaders. They were the most numerous—twenty coven leaders, over which Aries ruled with her Thirteen. Each leader touched two fingers to her brow in deference. She ignored them and took up a spot at the front of the crowd, where her grandmother gave her an acknowledging glance.An honor, for any High Witch to acknowledge an individual. Aries bowed her head, pressing two fingers to her brow. Obedience, discipline, and brutality were the most beloved words in the Beak Mob group . All else was to be extinguished without second thought.She still had her chin high, hands behind her back, when she spotted the other two heirs watching her.The heir, Petrah, stood closest to