“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 would’ve been punished by her pack for her insubordination. Most likely, the outcome would’ve been the same. That didn’t make me feel any better about it, though.
“I know they confiscated the knife,” Barion said. “Take this one.”
He pulled a small knife from his waistband and handed it hilt-first to me. It was simpler than the one he’d given me prior; this one was clearly from his own collection. The hilt was well-worn, and the blade was simple, sharp steel. No embellishments. Function only. I found I liked the weight of it in my hand much more than the fine one I’d had before.
I tossed it, flipping my grip to test the weight. “Is this one altered in any way I need to know about?” I asked with a pointed arch of my brow.
He huffed a laugh. “I wish it was,” he said. “That knife served you well. It kept you safe. Well—” he paused. “You kept yourself safe. The knife helped. Keep that one with you until this competition is over.”
I nodded. “I will.”
“Lady Reyna?” Amity said apologetically. “I hate to interrupt, but the tailor is on her way.”
Barion stood up briskly, then clapped his hand on my shoulder. His eyes were soft as he looked at me. “Stay alert. We’re in the final stages of this competition.”
“I will,” I said again. I couldn’t tell him I intended to lose—but I also intended to stay alive. For me, and for the future I wanted with Griffin. Griffin—in a sudden swoop, I missed him terribly. I wondered what he might’ve said, knowing I’d taken down Rona like that. He never liked my focus on sparring, but after this, maybe he’d understand why I trained so much. I was grateful to have another blade, in any case.
Barion left in a hurry, and just a few moments later, there was another brisk knock on the door. I stuffed the knife into my trunk, stood up, and had just swallowed a big bite of bread and cheese when Rue opened the door.
The woman on the other side of the threshold was so gorgeous, I nearly dropped the piece of cheese I was holding in hand. She was tall, with enormous brown eyes in her youthful face, and long, flowing hair so silver it was like it was spun from spider-silk. She wore a simple, pale blue gown, and carried with her a large box and a canvas bag swung over her shoulder.
“Good afternoon,” she said, in a voice smooth like expensive wine. “I’m Aerika, of Camille’s. I’ve brought your gown as discussed.”
Not discussed with me, certainly, but discussed with someone. This woman’s hair was so striking, and her aura so…magnetic. Was she Fae? Would I know if she was?
Aerika breezed in like she owned the place, then placed the box at the foot of the bed. “We’ve designed this gown off the traditional Daybreak formalwear,” she explained, “but updated for Efra’s climate and for the high formality of the ball. We can make any adjustments requested.”
She pulled the dress from the box; she was so tall she could hold it up easily without the hem brushing the floor. Again, I nearly gasped with shock. I hadn’t been exactly looking forward to this fitting—I was much more interested in the artifacts beneath the manor—but I couldn’t deny how stunningly beautiful this gown was. And how its familiar, elegant designs made my heart clench with sudden homesickness.
“You’ve captured Daybreak beautifully,” I murmured.
The gown was made of eggshell white fabric, sleeveless, with a scooped neck. The full skirt was layered, with the same eggshell fabric and pale blue tulle; when Aerika moved it in the air, it fluttered like waves. The corset was embroidered with tiny suns along the top, like the Daybreak crest, and in between them were tiny fish, each decorated with a single gleaming moonstone. The moonstones caught the firelight and glittered. She’d brought a cape too, made of a deeper blue fabric and embroidered with eggshell and pale blue fabric in the delicate shapes of waves.
“It’s stunning,” I added.
“Good,” Aerika said, sounding professionally pleased. “There are shoes and accessories too, of course, but those will be delivered tomorrow after we do any alterations. Please, try it on.”
Behind the dressing screen, Amity and Rue helped me into the gown. Despite the layered fabric, the dress felt light. Easy to wear. I felt beautiful in it—more beautiful than I ever had in the gowns I’d worn in Daybreak itself. It was a strange sensation. I was homesick for the warm seas of Daybreak, the sunshine, the crisp air, the familiar conversations of the market. But I’d never wear anything this attention-grabbing at home. My father wouldn’t allow it, and Griffin certainly wouldn’t, either.
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
“Wine, milady?” a passing servant asked. He had a single glass of fine, pale liquid on a carrying tray, unlike the other servants passing by with full ones. I took it gratefully and the servant swept away.I could try to forget, but my wolf couldn’t. Mate.The king couldn’t really overrule the council, could he? Certainly they’d want Adora. There was no way whatever strange tension was between the king and me would outweigh the real, tangible power the Starcrest coffers and resources would bring to Nightfall.Fina cleared her throat.I blinked back into the present.“Milady?” an unfamiliar man asked, with a tone that suggested he had already said this once or twice before. He was taller than me, with dark hair and a stern, barely lined face, in a dark military dress uniform that had a heavy cape. “Pardon me for interrupting.”“Ah.” I took a sip of my wine. “Beg your pardon.”Fina and Adora delicately took their leave, leaving me alone with the stranger. It was the proper thing to do,
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to will away the spins. The nausea worsened even when I was sitting down. How had this happened? I’d only had one glass of wine! Sure, I’d drunk it a bit quickly, but it was still just a single glass!But, I realized through the haze, it had been the only glass on the servant’s platter. Had he tampered with it in some way? Given me something to make me dizzy? But why would he do that?Why would a servant have stakes in this Choice? Someone else must’ve given it to him.“Lady Reyna?” a cold voice asked.That was not Cyran. I took a breath and looked up.Lady Glennis glared down at me impassively, looking as terrifying as ever in her dark dress gown. “Lady Reyna? Your initial trial will now begin.” “Initial?” I asked.Her expression only soured further. “Are you drunk?”“No!” I staggered to my feet, and Lady Glennis had to steady me with a hand on my upper arm. She did not look pleased about it. “I’m fine. I’m ready to begin.”She did not look convinced
My head pounded, my heart raced, sweat beaded on my forehead. My senses began to heighten:smell first, as the smell of booze and sweat began to permeate my senses. Not just sweat—the king’s sweat. The way he’d smelled in the arena. I could smell it now, and my nostrils flared.The duchess looked at the king, and he nodded once. Curt and quick. Under the careful gazes of the council, I felt like I was about to be walked to the gallows.“Majority wins,” Lady Marin said in a cold voice. “Lady Reyna progresses to the final round.” The final round—the last two contestants in the Choice.The king’s eyes gleamed gold as he watched me. Like there wasn’t anyone else in the room.That’s when it happened.My wolf surged to the surface. I was weakened from whatever had happened, exhausted from the trial, and desperate to know what in the gods’ names the council was talking about. I couldn’t hold her back anymore. I clapped my hands over my mouth as my canines elongated, and my vision sharpened;
Not with the king, of course, but in a colder climate. Somewhere like Efra.I crashed out of the tree line and into a small clearing. A few paths led to different parts of the woods, and I inhaled deeply, trying to catch a scent that wasn’t the king’s. I had no idea how far I’d run. I didn’t want to leave the king’s territory and trespass into another pack’s land.I was about to head down one of the paths, to keep the chase going, but I’d underestimated the king’s speed.He crashed into me hard, knocking me onto my side; I yelped as I hit the dirt and all the breath was knocked from my lungs. He pinned me with his weight, and before I could snap my jaws at him, his sharp teeth set at my throat and bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that I could feel their presence like a promise. His breath rushed hot over my pelt. I was tense beneath him, desperate to thrash and fight, but not with those teeth so close to my jugular.Then he withdrew his jaws, but kept me pi
He lay down next to me, then nosed at my neck, and at the fur behind my ear. His exhale washed over me, and having his scent so close soothed me, made my pulse slow down as exhaustion washed over. He pressed close, his warm bulk surrounding mine. Distantly, I knew this wasn’t appropriate, but the protest was faint, like a mosquito buzzing. Easy to wave away and ignore. Especially when I was so tired. And the king smelled so good. And he was so warm. And the den was so safe. I huffed an exhale and nuzzled closer.Sleep, his voice rumbled. I’ll protect us.Sleep fell over me like a heavy blanket, comfortable and warm.When I woke up, enough time had passed that the early morning light was beginning to filter intothe opening of the cave. I hummed, blinking slowly into wakefulness. My whole body was deliciously sore, like the day after a particularly good sparring session, and my usually circling thoughts were finally quieted. I nuzzled closer to the warm body beneath me. The broad, musc
Of course, I was familiar with my own body. I was a lady, but I had needs. I took care of myself. I always had. “None of your business,” I said primly.“Don’t be shy, little wolf,” the king growled—but his growl was closer to a purr. He set his hand at my lower back, and it was so big it nearly spanned the width of it. “Tell me. It will help with my dreams tonight.”“You beast,” I said before I could stop myself. My hands fluttered to his chest, as if to push him away, but I couldn’t make myself actually do it. “I won’t give you anything for your fantasies.”“You don’t need to,” he said with that smirk. “I’ve got plenty I dreamed up all on my own.”My blood roared in my ears, and I forgot the cold around me. Standing with the soft dirt under my bare feet, it was like all the pageantry of the Choice dissipated like our breaths. It was just us, together, two wolves in the crisp morning air.The king swept his hand up to my sensitive nape. He flattened his palm against it, fingertips dig