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 pulled the scales off. I stumbled backward and stuffed the knife into my other pocket. My footsteps were muffled by the carpets, but were still audible, and I barely avoided crashing into another precarious pile of trinkets and tchotchkes.
Draunar rolled onto his back, then his green eyes flickered open. “Reyna,” he murmured.
“Your—Your Highness,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I apologize.”
Draunar propped himself up on one elbow, blinking awake more as he peered at me. “How did you find yourself in my quarters?” he asked, half-suspicious. His gaze flickered around him, like he was accounting for all his things. Did he think I was interested in his hoard? Did he even have a mental record of all he had in here?
“My apologies,” I said again. “I—um, I was outside the door when I heard you—you were talking in your sleep.” I pressed my lips together. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Is that so?” Draunar asked. “The little wolf is worried about me?” He smirked and did not look convinced at all.
“I missed you,” I lied. I dropped my voice low, and my gaze, too, trying my best to look demure and shy. “It’s been lonely here. I wanted—I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
I looked up at him through my lashes. The suspicious expression had been replaced by something closer to hunger. “Corinne didn’t take care of you?” he teased.
“Of course she did,” I whispered. “But it’s not the same.”
“The same as what?” he encouraged.
“As the protection of a king,” I said.
He liked that. His eyes glowed a deeper green, and his smile showed his golden canines. “I knew you’d come around,” he said. “Being a woman of Shianga is not a bad fate, is it?”
“It’s nice here,” I said. “Peaceful.”
“Come,” he said. “Lie down with me.”
I bit my lower lip in between my teeth. I hadn’t thought this far ahead—of course my role as part of his hoard was more than just my presence. Eventually, he’d want me. All of me.
I sat down gingerly on the side of the bed, grateful for the depth of my pockets but still hyperaware of the scales and the knife. If he found either of those, that’d be it for me.
“I’m glad you came to your senses, little wolf,” Draunar said.
If only I’d come to my senses earlier. If only I hadn’t been too cowardly to draw the knife when I had the chance. Regret was sour in the back of my throat as I smiled at him.
Draunar trailed his fingers gently up my back, from the base of my spine, all the way up to my nape. They felt cold, even through the thin linen of my shirt. I suppressed a shiver as he wrapped a hand around my sensitive nape, nails digging into the sides of my neck in an obviously claiming grip. Internally, my wolf growled and bared her teeth, but I didn’t let it show on my face. I kept a demure smile on my face as he tugged me down, and I let myself be bent at the waist.
He kissed me. His lips were cold against mine, and I tried to keep my lips mostly closed while he fit his lips around my lower lip. He tightened his grip on my nape, clearly wanting more—a deeper kiss—but I resisted delicately.
“Your Highness,” I whispered against his lips, “you need your rest.”
“I need you more,” he growled.
“I know,” I sighed. I reached out and stroked my fingertips gently over his arm, avoiding his scales as I traced patterns on the skin. “And we have plenty of time.”
“Do we?”
“Yes,” I said. “I know you’ll succeed in battle and I—I’m not ready.”
“Hm,” Draunar said. He narrowed his eyes again, then released my nape and set his hand at my waist instead. From the sharpness in his expression, it was clear he was deciding if he wanted to respect my wishes or not. My wolf was huddled in my chest, hackles up, ready to explode forth to defend us if necessary.
But then he dropped his hand and nodded. “You’re right,” he said. “Your presence will be my reward when I save Shianga and Frasia from the terror of the Bloody King.”
“Exactly,” I said with a soft smile. “I’m sorry for waking you. Get some rest.”
I stood back up, then stroked Draunar’s brow in a measured act of tenderness. Then I hurried out of the room, careful not to disturb any of his treasures, waiting for him to change his mind and call me back into bed.
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
Corrine’s plan weighed heavily on my mind. It wasn’t just Shianga she wanted. Surely, she’d come for Frasia next, what with the way the Fae lands had dissipated in our nation. She’d already spoken ill of Daybreak. And then after that, surely she’d use her power to take Osna, Cruora, and Askon, too.From spending time at her side, I knew how conniving and convincing she could be. I knew she would try to build a diplomatic relationship with those nations while she built up her army in our realm. She’d try to woo us all into a sense of safety, and then she would strike.But now I knew. Now, Frasia would be ready.Now, I could bring the fight to her.For the next two days, the queen continued to give me freedom to roam the palace during the day, but she did insist that I remain at her side during the dramatic banquets that happened every night without fail. It was part of the ongoing celebration for the queen’s return, but I was well sick of it. The first Fae banquet I’d been dragged to h