“Where are we?” I asked.
“My study,” the king said sharply.
“Then what’s the room upstairs in the library?” I asked.
“My archival study,” he snapped. “Why am I letting you ask questions?”
He guided me to one of the chairs at the table and pushed me down to sit. I swallowed. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I was still riding high from the adrenaline of the fight and reeling from the way the king had carried me—I was offended while my wolf was preening. Right now, I was too tired to untangle those reactions. He exhaled. “Are you hurt?”
I looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood, sticky and darkening as it dried, and it had reached my clothes as well. Certainly it had flecked my face, too. The same dark blood stained the king’s hands where he had grabbed me.
“I’m fine,” I said. “It’s not my blood.” Suddenly, renewed anger surged through me. “Care to explain why I just got attacked in your library?” “Attacked?” the king asked.
“Yes, attacked!” I tried to stand up to get in his face, to demand answers, but my knees were still weak and I dropped back down into the chair. That only made me angrier. “I’m supposed to be protected while visiting the Court of Nightfall, am I not? Are all your guests threatened with such savagery? I know the coloring of the Nightfall wolves, and I know that was one of your packmates!” The king clenched his fists. Then he strode to a basin on a small hutch against the wall and poured water into it from a jug. He rinsed his hands, toweled them, then brought the basin over to me. “Here,” he said. “Clean up a little.” “I need to bathe,” I grumbled.
“At least wash your hands.”
I almost said no out of pure contrarianism, but the blood was beginning to dry into a sticky, rancid mess on my hands. I dipped my hands into the basin and carefully scrubbed it off. As I did so, the king reached into the hutch and pulled out a small opaque bottle and two glasses. He poured a small amount of rich brown liquid into each, then walked back toward me with the two glasses easily balanced in one hand and a mildly anguished expression on his face. He set one of the glasses down on the table by the basin and sighed.
I dried my hands then picked it up. “What’s this?” The liquid smelled so strong it made my hair stand on end, and I nearly reeled back.
“Bourbon,” the king said. He took a sip of his own, as casually as if it were a cup of coffee. “And it’s not poisoned. Believe it or not, I don’t want you harmed.”
My wolf trusted him. But still I didn’t touch the alcohol, leaving it in the glass by the basin. I wanted to have my wits about me. The king wouldn’t poison me, though—if he wanted me dead, he could just snap my neck whenever he wanted, just had he had Lord Cazzell. No reason for theatrics. “I must admit, I am finding that a bit hard to believe.”
The king said nothing, just pressed his lips together into a tight line. It was an expression similar to the one he’d worn when he’d showed up at my door, worried that I was sick or injured. There was concern in that expression, but something else, too. Something else I couldn’t quite read.
“But if you didn’t arrange the attack,” I said, “who was that? They obviously knew where to find me. This was planned.”
“She’s been dealt with.” He stepped back over to the hutch and poured another finger of dark brown liquid into the glass.
“Dealt with?” I gaped at the broad expanse of his back. “She? You mean a woman attacked me? I’ve done nothing!” It couldn’t be—no, that wouldn’t make sense. Would it? It had to have been a guard, or a spectator.
The king exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “I wouldn’t say you’ve done nothing,” he said. “You’ve managed to do something no one else has been able to do.”
“What?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve caught my attention.”
A knock on the door interrupted us before I could fully process that statement. The king turned around and exhaled, shaking his head like he was vaguely irritated—like there was more he wanted to say. I balled my hands into fists in my bloodstained lap. Capturing the king’s attention went against my entire plan. The plan was to be dull, be boring, be adequate, and then get sent home. And yet everything that I seemed to do in Efra was drawing me closer and closer to him.
I swallowed. It didn’t help that I was curious about him too. About the weight of his gaze on me— and whatever he was about to say.
He strode to the door and pulled it open. A slim man with dark hair cut close to his skull, dressed in the guard’s dress uniform, stood with Lady Glennis at his side. Lady Glennis looked like she’d just been pulled from her own quarters, in a fine but plain dress and her hair hastily pinned back.
“Roth,” the king said, waving them both over the threshold and into the room. “What’s the update?”
“Sire, the woman—she’s dead.”
The king furrowed his brow in shock.
“Dead?” I asked. “Was she executed?”
“Executed?” Roth asked with a sneer. “She was with our healers. There was nothing they could do.”
“She had a single knife wound,” I said. “How is that possible?” The blade was small—the gash had been deep but not fatally deep. I hadn’t even nicked an artery. The blood on my dress was the dark oozy blood of veins.
“We should be asking you that, Lady Reyna,” Lady Glennis said in a clipped voice. “Since you were the one who struck her with a poisoned blade.”
The king watched me carefully, his glass still in hand.
The blood drained from my face. Poisoned. So that was why Barion had insisted I not touch the blade. I simply thought it was the weapons safety he’d drilled into me since I was a little girl. But no —it was poisoned, and he hadn’t told me. I hadn’t intended to kill her, just stop her—but would I have killed her with the blade alone if I’d had to?Yes, I realized. I would’ve done whatever it took to protect myself. My wolf and I were aligned in that way. Her instincts had pushed me to carry the knife with me, and if I hadn’t listened, my attacker would’ve torn out my throat without remorse.“I was attacked without provocation,” I said. I met the king’s gaze steadily. “She tried to kill me. I defended myself.”“A guest of my court cannot be carrying weapons like that,” the king said. “A scuffle should not result on the death of a wolf.”“A scuffle?” I balked. “She tried to kill me! If I hadn’t defended myself—”“A wolf should always defend herself,” the king said. “If a wolf threatens y
“Adora may be weak with a sword, but the resources she would bring to your court would empower you more than any show of strength on a battlefield.” “The council agrees with you,” the king admitted.I blinked. “They do?”“It’s an obvious choice,” the king said. “Adora is a beautiful woman with exceptional resources at her disposal. She impressed the council greatly during the first trial.”“Wonderful,” I said. “So it’s settled.” A strange dark disappointment washed over me.“The competition hasn’t ended,” the king said. “The council does not make the decision—I do.” I glanced up. “It doesn’t seem right to continue after this.”He took another sip of his drink. “I am not holding the Choice for purely political means.”“You’re speaking in riddles.” My head was spinning. Too much had happened in the past hour—I couldn’t keep up with the king’s tendency to talk around things. So the council had a favorite, but the competition was still ongoing, and Rona was dead. Where did we go from here
“Now,” the duchess said, “it’s time for the final trial. Tomorrow, you will be attending the closing ball for the King’s Choice. You will be expected to face the council again, but this time, you will be presenting to the council.”“Oh?” Adora asked. “Like a diplomatic meeting?”“Yes,” the duchess said. “The council has tested your knowledge of governance and manners, and your physical skill on the battlefield. Now, the council would like to know why each of you wish to wear the Crown of Nightfall at King Elias’ side.”Fina nodded, trying her best to look excited, but I could see the despair in her eyes. This felt like a terrible school assignment—having to stand in front of the council and argue that I wanted the crown? I was good at navigating diplomatic situations, like trade disputes and legal questions, but just standing there and telling them I wanted this seemed like an impossible task. And I could only assume the duchess would be trying to thwart me every step of the way. She
“I know my way around,” Adora said. “I think.” “Love the confidence,” Fina said with a smile.“Walking will do you good if you’re sore,” Adora said. “And it’s warmer inside the manor than outside.”Not that I needed any more convincing. Adora led us through the quiet halls of the manor. Though we passed guards and servants, no one seemed to give us a second glance. I had expected there to be more guards, or an increase in surveillance of some kind after yesterday, but it seemed like the duchess and the council would rather pretend it hadn’t happened at all. I supposed Nightfall violence was only acceptable when the Nightfall wolves were the victors.We made our way to the northern wing of the manor, where the hallways were narrower and the lighting dim.“This is mostly servants’ quarters and prep rooms in this wing,” Adora explained quietly. “My sisters and I would always come this way to play hide and seek when we were here as children. Anything to avoid the boring trade disputes.”
Well, I’d already almost died once this week. Might as well keep the fun going. The Fae magic crackled around me. I grinned at Fina, ignored Adora’s protests, and stepped into the dark room.As soon as I crossed the threshold, the magic raced over my skin like a curious, sparking touch. It made my hair stand on end, and my wolf alert and attentive internally. Not fear, just—intensity.Curiosity. Then, as I squinted into the inky darkness, torches lining the walls sparked to life.Light flooded the room. I gasped, my eyes widening as I drank in the sight in front of me.This wasn’t just a room. This was a vault.It was a small room, low ceiling, with stone walls lined with shelves. Where there weren’t shelves, there were glass cases, lining the space like the books in the library. It was crowded, stuffed with items, and the whole room crackled with energy.“Wow,” I murmured.Fina and Adora stepped in behind me, both equally shocked. “What is all this?” Adora asked. “Fae artifacts,” Fin
“Reyna,” he said gruffly. “I heard what happened. You’re all right?”“I’m all right,” I said, muffled into his chest. “Seriously, I’m okay.”He pulled back and gripped my upper arms, examining me as if checking for wounds. “You’re sure? You were attacked by a wolf, Reyna, that’s no small event.”“I’m aware of that,” I said. I sat back down at the table and scarfed down some of the sliced meats and cheeses the girls had prepared for me. “Things were a little complicated because of the weapon I used.”“I’m glad you had it on you,” Barion said. “I knew I taught you to be prepared.”“Well, I would’ve appreciated it if you’d told me everything about that blade,” I hissed, low. “I’d only intended to subdue her.”Barion pressed his lips together in a thin line. “With a wolf like Rona, one of you would’ve ended up dead. I’m simply grateful it was her and not you.”I sighed. I knew he was right—if I had injured Rona, she would’ve kept attacking me. Even though the king had intervened, she woul
In Daybreak, I was a lady—and the Ice Princess.At the ball, I would be representing my pack as a woman I never could be in Daybreak itself.“What do you think, milady?” Rue asked as she fastened the ribbon on the back of the corset. It tied at mid-back, so when I removed my cape, I could reveal an expanse of my pale back if I so desired.“I love it.” I stepped out from behind the dressing screen and back in front of Aerika’s discerning gaze.She hummed thoughtfully, then instructed me to twirl. I did so, lifting up on the ball of one foot to spin in a smooth circle; the skirt swept out around me in a rush of pale tulle and white like sea foam. Aerika tutted to herself, then held her hand up for me to stop. Then she made some minor adjustments on the dress, pinning the skirt here and there and adjusting the corset.“Good,” she said, “just minor fitting adjustments.”Amity and Rue ushered me back behind the screen to carefully peel me out of the dress without disturbing Aerika’s carefu
Briefly, all eyes in the room turned to me. And there were a lot of eyes. This was a far bigger ball than the prior gala. There was no dining room table, just tall consoles for hors d’oeuvres; the lush curtains were pulled closed against the windows and the room was lit in warm candlelight. In the corner, the band played a slow, delicate song as the guests milled about.At the back of the room, the king, the duchess, and the council were all seated at a long table atop a dais. The king was in the center, and his dark eyes found me immediately. He was dressed in a dark shirt and pants with an equally dark cloak, and for the first time, I saw him wearing the simple, delicate gold band around his forehead that was the king’s crown.It was striking. It suited him. Internally, my wolf perked up, easily ignoring the presence of all the other shifters to focus on the king.Maybe she was interested in him, but all I could think about was how easily he’d wrapped his hand around Lord Cazzell’s