Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
“I’m trying.”
“Are you? Because I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me. Why can’t I go with you to the palace? Why can’t you let me see those letters? Why won’t you tell me what the red symbols are on the doors? Where is everyone? Why won’t your brother see you? What’s he hiding?”
Nemeth flinches at my torrent of accusations. “Once our safety is secured, then I’ll explain it all. I promise.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my brow. “I’m sorry, Candra. Give me one more day.”
“Do I have a choice?” I gesture at my surroundings. “It’s not as if I can go after you.”
“Think of this as the tower, and we are yet in waiting once more,” he offers.
“In the tower, we didn’t keep secrets from one another, did we?”
Nemeth is silent, and at that, my heart breaks. He leaves, and I pick at my food, no longer hungry. To think that I’d been thrilled to eat anything such a short time ago and now my heart is so heavy that I can barely bring myself to eat the expansive plate of food in front of me.
How is it that we were so happy in the tower, and yet the moment we’re around others, everything turns to dragon shite? It’s unfair.
I finish my meal and remove the stone from the teleport circle. I suspect Tolian will come again today, or at least bring a message from Riza. If they’re lying to me, they’re very good lies with far too much truth embedded in them for me to be able to pick out the differences. I know Riza, though. I’ve known her since I was a child. She wouldn’t lie to me. Not about something as important as this.
So either she’s being lied to as well, or Nemeth is the one not speaking the truth.
Tolian appears in the teleport circle a short time later. I’m dressed and waiting for him, and when he holds his hand out, I take it. It feels like a betrayal of Nemeth…and yet I have no choice.
If Nemeth is hiding things from me, it’s my duty as the mother of his child to find out what those things are. I have to make sure that my baby is safe.
This time, we don’t return to the seaside villa. To my surprise, Tolian takes me deep inside the mountain, to a strange storage building that reeks of mushrooms and sour wine. Barrel after barrel are stacked to the ceiling here, and as I look around, Riza appears from the shadows.
“You came back,” she says, relief in her voice.
“I worry that you’re right,” I confess, hugging her.
“I hate that I am.” Riza gives me a miserable smile. “More than anything, I want your happiness, but I cannot remain quiet if I know that he’s lying to you.”
I nod, not trusting my voice. Glancing around the storage building, I sigh. “So what now?”
“I want you to see for yourself what’s happening to the survivors of Lios,” Riza tells me. She opens a bag and pulls out a cloak and a scarf. “You need to see how they’re being treated. You need to see our fates if we don’t rise up.”
I slip the cloak on over my clothes, noticing that the patterns on it are similar to the ones Nemeth wears on his breast and on the buckle of his belt. The sigil of Second House, then. Riza covers her face with the scarf and indicates I should do the same. “We won’t be allowed to move through the city without a covering. Even Tolian would not be able to save us from a beating if we were caught. We are considered plague-bearers.”
Ugh. Right. I cover my face as instructed, and when we’re ready, I follow her out.
We move through the city quietly, walking through what must be a main thoroughfare. Again, I’m reminded eerily of Lios, the empty streets there and the echoing palace. The streets here are empty as well. When we do see someone, they hurry away and keep their distance. Up above us, the occasional Fellian flies overhead, but it’s still far too quiet.
So many doors are marked with red, too. It’s terrifying to see.
“Once the air here was filled with wings,” Tolian says in a low voice. “You would look up and see a hundred people in the air at any time, moving from house to house, or crossing to the harbor. Now it feels abandoned, and I worry the goddess will not stop taking lives until the mountain is completely empty.”
“There,” Riza says, steering me. “The field up ahead.”
We pause near a stone fence, turning to see a field up ahead. It is well-lit, with the bright magical lights studding the fields and giving the pale plants some light to grow by. Walking the rows are human women, their mouths covered as they pick what look like grapes. The women look tired and thin, and their clothing is ragged. As I watch, a woman falls to the ground, only to have a Fellian overseer roughly grab her and haul her to her feet. He shakes a whip in her direction and I have to turn away.