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 shoulders and get out. Piece of cake.
I reached into my pocket to grasp the hilt of my knife. I was too focused on Draunar’s sleeping form, though, and my elbow tapped against a precariously balanced stack of bottles piled against the walls. I bit my lip to keep from gasping as I whirled to face the stack, both hands open, as the bottle sitting on the pile that I’d knocked clicked against the others, and then toppled.
I caught it on my hand right before it hit the ground, but it was full of what appeared to be marbles, clattering moodily against each other as they resettled in the sealed bottle. The pile still swayed, and I stared at it completely motionlessly with the rogue bottle in my hand. Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Don’t fall.
The bottles stopped moving. The pile stayed intact.
I remained bent awkwardly over with the bottle in my hand as I slowly turned to look at the bed.
In the center of the mattress, Draunar shifted, but his breathing remained steady.
I exhaled slowly and placed the bottle at the foot of the pile. Then, keeping my elbows close to me, I pulled the knife from my pocket. I crept closer, until I was just a pace away from the edge of the bed.
There wasn’t a damn book in his entire library about draconic shifters. Corinne had said he was due to shed the scales that gleamed on his shoulders, but I had no idea what that process entailed. I blinked in the dim light, then leaned closer to get a better look at the scales on his shoulders.
Draunar was on his side, bare-chested, with the heavy comforter pulled up around his waist. The scales started at his nape and ran over the width of his shoulders to his deltoid muscle, then appeared more sparsely down nearly to the elbows.
I stepped closer so my thighs were almost pressed to the edge of the mattress. It was so silent and still in the room that every exhalation of my breath seemed loud enough to potentially wake him. Yet he didn’t stir.
The scales were about as big as the palm of my hand and were layered over each other. But they weren’t lying as flat as they did when he was in his dragon form—or even as they were when he had summoned them to the surface to block Elias’ attacking jaws. They were craned upward, like they were about to peel off the skin one at a time. I took the knife in hand and peered at the scales as close as I could, holding my breath so he wouldn’t feel my exhalations on his skin.
There were two right at the top of his nape. That must be where the shedding started. One green and one gold, and both looked like they were moments away from falling off on their own; they were peeling up off the skin much more than the ones on his arm. I reached out and touched the sharp tip of one of the scales.
Draunar didn’t move.
I gently pushed the scale upward, away from his skin.
Still he lay there in sleep.
I slid the edge of the knife under the scale, careful not to touch his skin or his other plates. The flat of the blade was now along the scale, until the tip barely pressed the place it was still connected. I pushed the knife in a little closer. The barest amount of pressure.
I pushed up, then the scale released itself like dead bark from a tree. I gripped it tight between my forefinger and thumb in complete stillness, like I’d been catching the bottle again.
Draunar shifted and sighed in his sleep but didn’t wake. I gazed for a moment at the gleaming emerald scale in my hand, then tucked it into my pocket.
Then I repeated the process on the other scale. Lift it up carefully. Slide the blade beneath. Pop it off. It came off just as easily as the emerald one had, and I tucked it into my pocket like a prize. I smiled to myself, inordinately pleased with my success, as I gazed at the pale pink lines on his nape where the scales had set.
The knife briefly felt heavy in my hand.
With the scales in my pocket, I had a sudden thought:
It’d be easy, so easy, to take this small knife, and slide the blade into the side of his throat. It’d only take a moment for me to draw it across his flesh and stain the mattress with his blood.
Or I could push it into his temple. Or roll him over onto his back and slam it into his heart before he awoke.
I gripped the hilt tighter.
Could I do that?
I’d killed before. I’d killed Rona with a knife barely larger than this, driven into her flank when she’d attacked me. But I hadn’t meant to—I’d just wanted to injure her and keep myself alive. I hadn’t known about the poison. I’d never killed intentionally. I’d hardly even fought someone in a setting that wasn’t an arena.
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
I blinked. Within the palace walls?Then, Corinne left the room.Without me.I was alone in her quarters for the first time in what felt like an age. I stood up, shook out my pelt, and then glanced around.When I was sure I was alone, I closed my eyes, then tried to find my human form under my wolf’s wild nature. She was there still, pacing irritably—but I couldn’t shift back. Corinne’s magic still had a hold on my abilities, and I was locked in this form until she loosened her hold. In Daybreak, my tutors had always instilled in me that one was not to spend too much time in her wolf form, lest the wolf take control and the human couldn’t re-emerge. I’d thought after five days shifted, I’d feel less like myself, and more like an animal. Perhaps that’s what all the recent runs had done, though—made it easier to be myself while in my wolf shape.My paws itched at the thought of a run. Gods, that was what I needed now. A long, moonlit run, moving quickly through the trees with Elias on m