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Corinne paused, her head tilted for any sounds. Then, once she was sure Draunar had left, her posture slumped and she sighed heavily. Her left hand moved to her right wrist, and she worked a forefinger under a tight emerald band there, like it was irritating her skin. “He’s gone.”“You can tell?” I asked. I climbed off the mattress, with a fur wrapped around me like a robe. My underclothes weren’t immodest, but I’d just met the woman. “I thought I was alone in here.”“I’m the only other one, as far as I know,” she said. “Though Draunar may have other hoards unattached to this one.”“How long have you been here?” I asked.She smiled faintly. “Come,” she said. “I’ll show you the rest of the quarters. And get you a change of clothes.”“Thank the gods,” I said. “I only have a formal gown.”“There’s not much finery here,” she said, “but there are things that are clean.”I blinked as Corinne opened the door. “We can just leave?”“He locked you in for the first night, I assume?”“Yes, it was
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Then, we’d take our time bathing in the warm baths, change into clean slacks and robes, then make our way into the reading alcove and spend some time picking through the books. Whenever I tried to ask Corinne details of how long she’d been here, or about her life outside of the caverns, she’d deflect and change the subject. As much as I wanted to lash out and demand answers, I needed her to trust me if we were going to work together. So I let it slide.By day four, I was getting antsy. My wolf was beginning to knock against my ribs, demanding attention, and I was dreaming of moonlight runs with Elias nipping at my heels behind me. At night, in the privacy of my chambers, I’d taken to shifting into my wolf form and pacing in circles, just to release some of the pent-up energy to try to sleep.On day five, or what I thought was day five, I woke up after another night of fitful sleep. I’d had the same nightmare I’d had the first night. The blood. The fight. The falling. But this time, th
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The hallway dead-ended just past the door to my quarters. I stood behind Corinne, blinking in confusion as she faced the wall. Then she lifted her hand, squared her shoulders, and murmured in low draconic. Her whole body shuddered with the effort of it, and briefly her knees buckled, but she regained her balance, keeping her hand up as she faced the wall. The cave began to shudder beneath me, vibrating under my feet. Then, the wall groaned and shimmered.“A mirage,” I said, eyes wide. It was just like the one Draunar had flown through when he’d first brought me to this place.It dissipated in front of us, revealing a long, winding hallway.“We don’t have much time,” she said. “I can only hold it open for a few minutes. But come, look.” She led me into the hall.Inside, there were more obsidian doors that looked exactly like ours. Every time Corinne pressed her palm to one as we passed, it swung open, revealing a small chamber just like the one I stayed in. Some were furnished with fur
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“Don’t you think I would’ve done that were it so simple?” she asked. Then she raised her hand again. “Draunar keeps my powers limited. I can’t access them. And even if I could, opening a portal is not innate to Fae—it requires elemental materials.”“Like what?” I asked.She sighed. “I need two scales from a dragon,” she said. “One to remove this ward, and another to use in the spell. The draconic scale helps me channel the power of fire. Then I need something to help me channel the earth.”“We’re in a cavern,” I said. “Is that not earthy enough?”She narrowed her eyes at me. “The cavern lacks life,” she said. “It has to be something that lives, or once did.”“Like an animal,” I said.“Mm. And no animals come into this cavern. It’s just me and Sini.”“You can’t—”“Sini is a being of water,” she said.“Then…” I pressed my lips together.Finally Corinne looked up. She looked mildly interested, but defeated at the same time. She looked like she’d felt defeated for a long, long time.“What
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“He has to shed those scales,” she said, “but they’re too valuable to shed in the palace right now, where a wolf could potentially get their hands on them. He’s come back to do it here.”“So we can get them,” I said. “How? Where does he leave them?”“They’re a part of his hoard,” she said. “You’ll have to get them before he hides them.”“Me?”“I can’t get close enough to his quarters.” She gestured demonstrably to the band around her wrist again. “Even when he’s here and so the ward is dispelled. But you can.” She paused. “Is he in there now?”“He said he was going to rest,” I said. “He looks pretty beat up from whatever is happening at the palace.”She nodded. “Give it a few hours,” she said. “Tonight. You can sneak in to his quarters and retrieve the scales.”“Where will they be?” I asked.A small, cold smile curled her lips. “On his body.”I balked. “What? I have to pry them off?”She nodded. “They’ll come off easily. But yes, you’ll have to pull them from his body before they come
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I crept slowly through the narrow cavern, careful not to disturb the hoard stacked up against the walls. It was unlike the treasure hoard in the rest of the cavern, which was mostly gold and other valuables—this one held things. Empty birdcages, piles of shoes, kites hanging from the ceiling, dartboards, bookshelves stuffed with tiny carvings of animals, a massive aquarium full of gently waving green plants, bronze kettles, seashells, sewing machines. There was no rhyme or reason or organization to any of it, it just spilled everywhere. I moved extremely slowly in order to avoid knocking down any of the delicately stacked goods.In the back was a massive four-poster bed, with thick velvet curtains pushed open. The bed was covered in blankets and pillows, stacked so high it looked more like a nest, with Draunar asleep on his side in the center of it. He looked almost childlike amid all his stuff, curled up and breathing steadily in his sleep.All I had to do was pry two scales off his
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If it were Elias standing here, he’d kill him without question. He wouldn’t stand here with sweat beading onto his palms, wondering if he could do it. He wouldn’t even need a knife. I’d seen him dispose of a traitor with a quick snap of his neck. He knew when it was necessary to take a life.And this was necessary. Draunar had kidnapped me, and now Elias was fighting for my freedom below in the palace.I had the scales. Corinne could craft the spell now. We had a way out—as far as I knew. The battle would be even easier if I removed Draunar from the equation. That’d be one way to prove myself as a worthy queen. Not just a pawn, not just a prize, not just a treasure packed away for Draunar to covet—I could be a warrior.I was a wolf of Nightfall.I could be the Bloody Queen.I gripped the hilt and leaned forward. One quick motion. One slice across his throat and this would be over.“Mmf,” Draunar murmured. He stirred, then raised one hand and rubbed the back of his neck where I’d pulle
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But he didn’t. I pushed the obsidian door open and slipped out, leaving it closed behind me. This time, a lock in the door clicked closed.Corinne stood in the alcove, wide-eyed.I nodded, then gestured for her to follow me. We hurried back through the bathing chambers toward our quarters, into my room. I closed the door behind us and slumped against it with an exhausted sigh. The adrenaline bled from my limbs, and my wolf settled, relieved.“Did you get it?” Corinne hissed. “Both of them?”“I got them.” I slipped my hand into my pocket and retrieved both scales. They sat stacked in my palm, one gold and one emerald, gleaming in the dim light of my quarters. Corinne’s mouth dropped open as she gazed at them, then extended one finger delicately to trace over the shape of the scale.“Incredible,” she said. “You really got them.”“He woke up,” I said. “But he didn’t seem to notice.”“You’re sure?” she asked, her expression suddenly sharpening. “He doesn’t know we have them?”“I played it
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Elias and I sat at a long table atop the dais, with Enet and Khainan seated at our sides. The band played a riotous, fast-moving song, and the crowd of wolves on the floor engaged in one of Nightfall’s many elegant, quick, high-energy jigs. I caught a few glimpses of Fina and Adora in the crowd, exchanging grins as they bounced gleefully between dance partners. Laughter rang through the room as men swung women up into the air, dark skirts flashed like waves, and even a few kisses were snuck on the dance floor.Looking out over the crowd, with a glass of wine in my hand and Elias’ hand on my thigh, I felt settled. I felt like I was at home. Elias gazed over the crowd, too, then caught my eye and gave me a small smile.We’d been through a lot. In my darkest moments I’d thought I might never see him again.But here we were. Seated side by side with a convoy from abroad, overlooking our kingdom. I’d survived Draunar and Corinne both. Elias had survived a brush with craziness.If we’d made
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I pushed open the door to the balcony and stepped outside, immediately sighing with pleasure in the crisp, cool midday air. Enet joined me, then braced both hands on the railing and gazed out over the tree line.“It’s beautiful here,” she said. “Colder than Askon, but just as lush.”“I’ve read about Askon,” I said. “And pored over the maps and the few sketches we have. Your architecture is incredible.”Enet smiled, looking vaguely impressed. “You’re interested in Askonian architecture?”“It’s unique,” I said, “building around the trees like that. I hope to include some of that style if Efra continues to grow.”Enet nodded. “What else have you read about Askon?” she asked.I knew a leading question when I heard one. I stood next to her, gazing out over the tree line.“There’s not much in the library,” I said. “Frasia hasn’t maintained a close relationship with Askon, obviously. But there’s some history.”“History that led you to call on us rather than Osna, or Cruora?”“We’re also both
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I had never seen such a grand procession of carriages. I had to intentionally keep my jaw shut as they rolled seemingly without end through the gates of the manor. The carriages were pure black, detailed with gold, and pulled by gorgeous horses with sleek black pelts. They carried no markings of the jaguars, but the sheer beauty of the carriages proved they were royal. Two carriages rolled ahead, guided by a few servants hustling on foot—luggage and servants of Askon’s own, I assumed. The third carriage in the line came to a stop at the front doors of the palace. The horses tossed their heads, nickering; the driver hopped down and swept into a dramatic bow before he opened the door to the carriage.I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I had a vision of what jaguar shifters might look like—tall and elegant, catlike and sleek, dressed in gold and jewels, like the dragons of Shianga. But the two that stepped out of the carriage surprised me.The queen emerged first. She was a short, lean
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There was a part of me that wondered why I still wanted to shift so badly. I’d spent so much time trapped in that shape—shouldn’t I be sick of it? Yet I only felt more connected to my wolf. We weren’t two separate identities in the same body. We were two sides of the same coin. Connected. One and the same. A run sounded amazing—a break from the responsibilities of leadership—but we had no time for that now.We could take a break in other ways, though.I took control of the kiss with a hand on his nape. Elias smiled against my lips, surprised and pleased. I set my hands at his chest and pushed him backward. He took a few steps back until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and then I pushed him down. He hit the mattress with a smirk, then scooted back, propped up on one elbow. He watched me with one eyebrow raised slightly, curiously, like he was waiting for something.I felt my face heat slightly. I still wasn’t used to being looked at like this—watched so openly, and with
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“The talks in Shianga were doomed from the start,” he said, “courtesy of Rodthar of Daybreak. I hope having you all here, as a show of good faith, will prevent such complications in these talks. Since all of our fates hang in the balance.”The heads of the packs agreed to stay until word was received from Askon. Now all that was left to discuss were the details of the invitation we would send to the jaguars. Elias nodded to the servants posted at the edge of the room, and on his command, they exited and returned with the fine spread of boar and vegetables prepared for dinner.As the conversation moved away from the more serious topics of politicking to the more casual engagements of wolves catching up, Elias got roped into a conversation with Giles, and at my side, Barion topped off my glass of wine from the carafe in the center of the table.“Your Highness,” he said quietly, “I owe you an apology as well.”I sighed and closed my eyes briefly. “Please,” I said. “Not now.”Barion’s exp
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There was Giles from Dawnguard, a broad-shouldered man dressed in leather armor, with a scar over one eye. From Duskmoon, Isalde, a tall woman who looked remarkably like Fina, wearing an immense necklace of amethyst and onyx. Starcrest had sent an older woman, Marget, whose eyes were clouded with blindness, but not Ealric, and for that I was grateful. It would have been a little much to have to navigate sitting at this table with Ealric and Barion of Daybreak.We took our seats at the head. I was between Barion and Elias, and anxiety was already crawling in my throat.“Thank you all for attending,” Elias said, “and welcome to Efra. I trust your journeys were not too challenging.”Around the table, murmurs of assent.“If I may,” Barion said. “Before we start, I do believe it’d be best for me to speak on the recent happenings.”He held my gaze as he said it, and he looked…beaten down. Terrible even. So unlike the gregarious man who had trained me all through my youth. His fine clothes w
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She smiled gently. “Well, I’m grateful to you for keeping them to yourself. Some shifters are not so keen to be reminded of our continued existence.”I nodded, glancing toward the back room.Aerika caught it. “They have even closer lineage than I do. It’s safer for them to stay there. I do the guest-facing work when I can.” She finished pinning the hem and moved up to check the fit of the waistband. “There’s no word going around. It’s more like…a feeling.”“A feeling?”She nodded. “There was a feeling when the queen was taken captive—though we didn’t know that was what happened. I felt like a hole had been struck inside of me, somehow, and my power was beginning to slowly drain out. So slowly I hardly noticed it happening. And then, a few weeks ago, suddenly the hole was plugged. I felt stronger. More awake. More like myself again.” She smiled again, softly. “Like I’d been living in a fog, and didn’t even realize it until it cleared. I knew something had changed. I had my suspicions,
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The thought was so horrifying it rattled down my spine like a physical touch. Had Duchess Alana really been capable of something so awful? Using her son to get rid of her own husband?“He’d be proud of you now,” I said. “That much I know.”He swallowed hard, his eyes closed tight. My heart broke for him—for us both—but there was still a flare of pride there too. It hurt, but we’d done the right thing. For ourselves, and for our kingdom.“Come on,” I said, “let’s get some sleep before we have to face your adoring subjects in a few hours.”Elias climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and then we fell into the bed as quickly as we could. We wouldn’t have much peace now, not with all the work that needed to be done to heal the city from Rodthar’s terrible leadership, and then the specter of Corinne looming in the future. There wasn’t a lot of peace to be found, but there was a little here, in this moment. The sun had already crossed the horizon, but with Elias’ arms finally around me, sl
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I still felt distant from myself, unreal, like the events of the past few weeks had happened to someone else. How was it possible that I was standing safely in this room? How was it possible that the man who raised me had tried to steal the throne? That the duchess’ blade had been at my throat just a little while ago? And that just days before that, I’d been a hostage of the Fae queen, and before that, a relic in Draunar’s hoard?I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I stood at the window. The sky turned golden with the dawn and the soup cooled to a lukewarm temperature in my bowl. I was about to give up, crawl onto the welcoming mattress and try to sleep, when finally, finally, the door opened.I turned from the window.Elias stepped over the threshold. The King of Frasia.My husband.In the privacy of our quarters, with his exhausted gaze meeting mine, the numbness finally cracked like ice inside me. I dropped the soup and barreled forward, threw my arms around his neck, and pulled
