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‘Don’t hurt them!’ I try to tell the wolf, but it’s no longer listening to me.
I’m pushed all the way inside our shared consciousness, so deep that the only way I can get out right now is if the wolf lets me. But no. There’s no chance. The only thing going on in its head is war and his desire for a bloodbath.
The soldiers fire another round, and the wolf only growls, but all the ammunition disappear midair. That’s when I realize that the wolf and I are surrounded by this acidic cloud of darkness that’s melting everything that comes close.
Jossie is driving our own allies away from me. They all look terrified of what the wolf is doing. Some of the soldiers are scaling the wall to get close to us, and the wolf just runs to meet them halfway.
‘None of you will hurt me,’ it says menacingly. ‘Not again. Never again.’
The wolf rears as the men try to attack us with a spear, and instantly a cloud of shadows engulf them. Th
⇼ E L O R A ⇼ Everything stopped existing all at once. I could swear everything turned black the moment Father uttered those words. I don’t even know what to call him now. My whole life was a lie. I was never the heir, never the princess. The whole thing I based my entire world on was never based on the truth. And surprisingly, knowing this gave me a sense of relief. Yes, my life just got into disarray because of this revelation, but at the same time, the puzzle pieces are finally coming together. All the things that I worried about before are now being answered, just because of that simple statement. I look down at him, the man I thought was my father, and he stares up at me with a mix of apology and regret. “It was all in the letters,” he says, his voice breaking at the last word. “Ravea often left the palace to roam, and it was because she still visited them, met up with them, given that they wore disguises. She was in love with one of them
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ The bricks of the wall behind me start to cascade down in a cacophony of thuds and cracks. In a puff of smoke, the entire section of the wall crumbles, taking down some of the guards standing on top of it, sending them crashing right on the ground. The crack of their bodies hitting the concrete is grating my ears, but it’s doing the opposite to the wolf. It’s music for it. I can sense its dark satisfaction, rippling through its body like a wave of warmth in a bitter winter. I look to my side and see that my allies have made it down safely, but they’re still backing into the corner, away from the palace guards and away from me. Any moment, they could be attacked. If all these guards, who are pointing their cannons and other weapons at me, turned to them and decided to hurt them instead, they would all be dead. And it would be my fault for not being strong enough to control the raging beast that’s dominating the show now. ‘Please let
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⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ I stare at the man who claims to be the King’s brother. I have seen King Odion a couple of times through images, and up close when we were entering the gates of Gailis. The resemblance between them is pretty clear. Not uncanny, but really hard not to miss. He tries to step forward, closer to me, but I stop him by raising a hand. “Do not come any closer.” Osman stumbles back abruptly and almost knocks over one of the mannequins. “I’m so sorry, please do not kill me.” “I won’t do that,” I say, making my way around the place slowly, not taking my eyes off of him the entire time, especially when he lowers his hands. “You said you’re going to show me where the King is?” “Yes!” he answers breathlessly, sinking into another deep bow and falling forward. He lands on his knees, and in the same jerky manner, he straightens up, brushes himself off, and bows again, but much carefully this time. “But I have one condition, sir. Just one
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ Elora is here. She’s alive. Osman was lying. But he’s also about to fulfill all his lines of deceit by ending her right then and there, before my very eyes, after I worried so much about saving her. And I can’t just lay here while all of that happens. As quickly as I can, I get to my feet and intercept Osman before the blade can come remotely close to Elora. I pull her out of the way, flinging her to the side where she cannot be touched, then I turn to Osman and try to smack the knife out of his hand. However, he steps back just in time and avoids my blow, still holding on to his precious little weapon. That simple motion alone makes me realize how fast he can go, and it’s nearly equal to a wolf level. He ends up pressing himself against the wall, smiling at Elora and I. I position myself in front of her, determined to put her away from harm as much as possible, no matter what. My blood is singing with renewed fervor just s
⇼ E L O R A ⇼As soon as I say those words, a chill runs down my spine and spreads all over my body. Suddenly the memories of what I have seen in the cabin begin to overwhelm my head, making the entire room spin in my vision as I back away against the balustrade. I look up at the sky, catching my breath.“Elora,” Alistair says, alarmed. He reaches over and touches my shoulder, so gently and softly. It’s almost like he thinks I would break. Which I just might. “What’s wrong?”“Queen Zuri is pregnant,” I tell him, rubbing my hands on my face even with the blood of my Father still on it. “It’s not the King’s child. It’s Uncle Osman’s.”His shock is almost tangible. “How did you know?”Taking a deep shuddering breath, I stare at his eyes. There’s nothing but pure concern there. I know he would never judge me for making the choices I made today, but I s
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ The path down has absolutely no amount of illumination, not even the tiniest one. The light from the throne room isn’t sneaking into the hole, which makes me think that it’s nothing but a black hole gaping at the floor of the dais, with nothing inside it. But Elora is just making her way down as though this isn’t a problem. I want to stop her and ask if she is certain, but the determination on her face and her slow deliberate movements are the answer for me. I peek down and notice that she’s holding onto metal bars and not just floating down, but this does very little to assure me. The darkness reminds me of shadows. And shadows remind me of my magic. The magic that killed those innocent guards. The magic that poisoned them to death, blackened their veins, and mangled their bodies. . . . “Are you going to follow me or not?” Elora’s voice, thin and fragile and barely audible, snaps me out of my reverie. I quickly nod
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼The Queen holds out her arms for me to bind them, but I’m empty handed apart from the cannon I stole from a guard just moments ago. I look at Elora, and she cuts off a strip from the hem of her shirt and ties it around the Queen’s wrists before pulling her up to her feet.Around us, the handmaidens all get to their knees, touching the ground with their foreheads as they face us. For a brief second I have to wonder what they are doing exactly, but then it occurs to me that this is their sign of surrender. They are changing their allegiance. They are showing that they are now ready to serve us since we basically dethroned the Queen and invaded the whole palace.To be frank, I don’t know how to feel about all of this. I want to tell them that it’s alright, that they don’t need to bow, but I can’t find the right words to say.Would it even be alright to show some kind of consideration or sympathy after I