“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 off themselves.”
“While he’s asleep?”
“Ideally.”
“That won’t wake him up?”
“Shouldn’t.”
“And if it does?”
Corinne raised one pale eyebrow. “Make an excuse. Don’t get caught. But once we get them, we can get out of here. That’s what you want, right?”
I nodded, then chewed on my thumbnail, mildly anxious. My wolf whined internally. She wanted to pace. Something about this plan felt off. Reckless. But I didn’t have another option. If we needed the Draunar’s scales to get out of here—I could get them. I had to.
Down in the palace, Elias was still fighting. I needed to be by his side. He needed to know about Draunar’s plans, his current captive, and his future ones too.
Corrine and I passed a few quiet hours in the alcove across from Draunar’s quarters. I had a book open in my lap, but I kept reading the same passage over and over, unable to process any of the words. My nerves chewed at me, and the small knife I’d pulled from his hoard when I’d first arrived felt like it weighed as much as a brick in my pocket. Corinne was not interested in talking or telling me more about the process of building this spell. Every time I tried to ask a question, barely whispered, she only shushed me and returned to her book.
So I was left alone with my circling thoughts.
Even though I knew it was risky to try to pull this off, I didn’t see any other option. Even if Draunar caught me, what could he do that was worse than the fate I was doomed to now? It was better to have a tiny chance of getting back to Elias than no chance at all. No one knew where this cavern was. No one could get me out. Corinne and her Fae magic were my only chance.
Finally, she closed the book and nodded. “He should be asleep now,” she whispered. “He is a deep sleeper, but still, move carefully.”
I nodded, then set my book aside and climbed to my feet. I threw Corinne a playful salute in an attempt to cut the tension hovering in the still air, but she only narrowed her eyes and nodded toward the door on the other side of cavern.
I swallowed, then checked for the hundredth time that the knife was still in my pocket. Then I approached the carved obsidian door with trepidation.
The door was immense, larger than any other in the cavern. It was one great block of obsidian, nearly twice my height, and decorated in a detailed carving of two dragons facing each other with their fangs bared and their wings wide. In the center, between their clasped claws, was a recession in the shape of a handprint. It was bigger than my own hand, made for the King of Shianga to push open. I paused, as my open hand hovering over it, then closed my eyes.
I brought my wolf closer to the surface. I didn’t shift, but I leaned into her senses. I let her attention overtake my nerves, and let her examine the door. My nape prickled with her awareness, and still air felt a little denser in my nostrils, a little more layered with the scents of stone and sweat and water. Even with my hand this close to the entrance, there was no magic I could sense. Not from Corinne, and not from the door. I could feel the sconces, distantly, like the way my wolf could sense an oncoming storm. There was magic here, in the cavern, but not on the door.
I opened my eyes and let my wolf burrow deeper. Then, gently, I placed my hand in the divot. I half-expected it to push me away with some advanced draconic magic I hadn’t been able to sense, but there was nothing. It was just a door.
It wasn’t even locked. The door moved silently over the cavern floor. It was heavy, but opened fluidly.
I glanced over my shoulder. Corinne nodded at me. With her encouragement, I steeled myself, and slipped into Draunar’s quarters.
Inside, the cavern was dark, dimly lit by what appeared to be a fire, glowing in a hearth carved into the side of the long, narrow chamber. But there was no ventilation in the chamber, and no smoke either. As I stepped into the room, I saw it wasn’t fire in the hearth, but a glimmering, glowing light, dancing behind a foggy glass screen. The light moved over the stone walls, which were inlaid with gems and gold in a tiled mosaic pattern that went all the way into the ceiling. The sheer amount of color was dizzying. The floors of the cavern were covered in elegant, plush, colorful rugs—none of the ratty sheepskins like the ones in my room. These were thick, hand-woven, and layered in stacks of three, as if Draunar had so many he couldn’t choose one.
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
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
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
“My bedroom,” I said. “Under my pillow.”She stood up, then strode down the hall into my quarters. She returned with both in hand, then dropped back into her seat. Corinne stared at the scales in her palm like she couldn’t quite believe we had them.“Finally,” she whispered. “After all this time.”Before I could ask how long that was, exactly, Corinne slid the pointed tip of the golden scale under the band on her wrist. She gripped it tight, then flicked it upward.The band stretched.Suddenly all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. My lungs flattened in my chest, and I struggled to hold my mug in hand. The air all seemed to be drawn toward Corinne; she tipped her head back and her silvery hair fell like a waterfall. Then, she exhaled, and the air rocketed back, filling the cavern and bringing my breathing back to normal. But now, the air crackled with power, power stronger than Draunar’s but lighter, too, like stardust dancing all over my skin. I blinked, dazed, unsteady on
“Fire,” she said.The tension in the air seemed to shimmer like heat waves. I didn’t know if it was her power or my nerves causing it.Corinne knelt in the center of the circle. She clicked her tongue, and Sini, her cave salamander, peeked its head out from the hem of her trousers. She held out her hand and Sini crawled into her palm, comfortably winding onto her wrist. She stood up, then gripped the salamander’s body and flipped it over, revealing the creature’s vulnerable belly.I clapped my clean hand over my mouth, eyes widening. Part of me wanted to leap over the circle and stop this. I’d assumed the water in the equation would be just that: water, pulled from the bathing pools around us. But she’d said blood, and she meant it, blood from a water-dwelling creature that had built its life in the cave. She slit the salamander’s throat deftly; it thrashed once in her hold then fell still. She dripped its blood over the circle, then placed the lifeless body outside of it, directly ac
Corinne patted my back gently. “Portal travel can be overwhelming if you’re not used to it,” she said gently. “Now come, we have much to attend to.”I took a few deep breaths. The air was so crisp—did it always feel like this in Frasia? Almost sharp in my lungs?“Up, wolf,” Corinne said. Her voice was colder now, and laced with impatience.“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said with a groan.I staggered to my feet.Then, on the horizon, I saw it.A palace.But it wasn’t the manor in Frasia.It was a white stone palace, with silvery roofs and windows inlaid with pale pink glass that shone in the sunlight. It wasn’t nearly the size of the Shiangan palace, not even the manor, but it shone like a gem tucked into the lush, hilly landscape. It was built right at the edge of a vast lake sitting between the building and the mountain range across from it. We were in a valley, dotted with tall trees which burst with lush green leaves and pale pink flowers. As Corinne stood near one, it leaned toward
My paws hit the soft grass of the meadow. The differences between Faerie and my realm were even starker now with my sharpened animal senses. I could smell the magic in the air, bright and layered, like the air itself was sweetened. Everything about the Faerie was slightly different than what I was used to in Frasia, and even Shianga, from the hints of animal musk and humanoid sweat, even the dirt, even the wind. Everything was just different. I shook out my pelt and bared my teeth at Corinne, hackles up. I had half a mind to leap forward and tear her throat out myself. My inhibitions were not nearly as strong in my wolf form.Corinne laughed, bright and musical, and then waved her hand idly in the air. She conjured a delicate silver muzzle out of the air, and it fit itself over my snout and snapped close. I snarled behind it and shook my head rapidly, trying to shake it off, but it was locked in place, fastened to a delicate silver collar that had made its way around my neck.I snarle
Corinne glanced over at me. Then she waved her hand and the hearth roared to life, bursting into cozy flame. I started a little, but then the warmth washed over me and I settled back down. That was nice of her at least.“I’ve instructed Adrian to let us rest for a day or so,” she said. “I’ll regain my strength, and then we’ll begin the preparations to return to Shianga.”I flicked an ear in acknowledgment. I was still angry, and wanted her to see that in my expression, but I did want to know the details. If I was stuck with her in this form—I could at least get those.I slept fitfully by the fire, and before dawn, when Corinne unceremoniously jerked me to my feet with a pulse of her power. I shook into wakefulness and padded after her, through the quiet white stone hallways of the palace, to a meeting room at the far end. This was much smaller than the other grand rooms we’d walked through, with nothing more than a low table and a vast window overlooking the still lake. When Corinne s