Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 950(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 950(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
“Talk?” A laugh escaped me, and it sounded all wrong.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” he replied, and I heard a shade of the teasing tone I was familiar with.
It caused me to flinch again. “Where…where are the other two guards?”
“Dead,” he answered without an ounce of hesitation as he rested the bow on his shoulder. “It was an unfortunate necessity.”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“And what is that?”
“Killing.”
I knew without a doubt that when he’d left the room, that was what he’d done. There was a buzzing in my ears as I became aware of others gathering behind him in the yard, their bodies still in the filtered morning sun.
He took a step toward me. “Let’s—”
“No.” I popped to my feet, surprisingly steady. “Tell me what’s going on here.”
Hawke stopped. When he spoke, his voice had softened just a fraction. “You know what’s going on here.”
The next breath I took scorched my throat and lungs because I realized that I did. Oh, gods, I did know what was going on here. The buzzing increased as I saw Elijah standing outside, arms folded across his barrel chest. I saw Magda, one hand protectively cradling her baby bump as she stared into the barn, her face pinched with…with sympathy and pity.
You deserve so much more than what awaits you.
That’s what he’d said to me last night. And me, stupid, naive me, thought he’d meant my Ascension. No. He’d meant this.
Magda turned, brushing past Elijah as she walked back to the keep.
“Phillips was right,” I said, my voice trembling as I said it, as I gave life to what I already knew.
“He was?” questioned Hawke, handing the strange bow to one of the men who’d appeared behind him.
“I do believe Phillips had begun to figure things out,” Kieran answered as he stared down at his stomach. The faint pink marks were already gone. “They were coming out of the room when I went up to check on her. She didn’t seem to believe whatever it was he’d told her, though.”
I hadn’t.
I hadn’t believed Phillips at all because I believed Hawke. I trusted him—trusted him with my life, and with…
There was a sudden pain in my chest that felt as if someone had shoved a dagger through me. I looked down because it felt too real, but there was no blade, no bloody wound that equaled the agony radiating through me. When I looked up, a muscle flexed in Hawke’s jaw.
“Well, he’s not going to be figuring anything out again.” Jericho gripped the bolt, tearing it free. Phillips slumped over. Jericho nudged the guard’s body with his boot. “That’s for sure.”
I turned back to Hawke, feeling as if the ground were splitting and shifting beneath me.
“You’re a Descenter.”
“A Descenter?” Elijah laughed deeply, causing me to jerk.
Kieran smiled.
“And here I said you were smart,” Jericho said.
I ignored them. “You’re working against the Ascended.”
Hawke nodded.
Another fissure formed in my chest. “You…you knew this…this thing that killed Rylan?”
“Thing?” chuffed Jericho. “I’m insulted.”
Hawke said nothing.
“That sounds like your problem, not mine.” I fully faced Hawke. “I thought the wolven were extinct.”
Hawke gave a casual shrug. “There are many things that you thought to be true that are not. However, while the wolven aren’t extinct, there aren’t many left.”
“Did you know he killed Rylan?” I shouted.
“I thought I could speed this up and grab you, but we know how that turned out,” Jericho chimed in.
My head snapped in Jericho’s direction. “Yes, I clearly remember how that turned out for you.”
His upper lip curled as a snarl of warning sent a wave of goosebumps through me.
“I knew he was going to create an opening,” Hawke answered, drawing my gaze back to him.
“For you…to become my personal Royal Guard?”
“I needed to get close to you.”
I sucked in a shuddering breath as my heart seemed to split open. “Well, you succeeded at that, didn’t you?”
That muscle in his jaw flexed again. “What you’re thinking…you could not be further from the truth.”
“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” I shot back, my hand tightening painfully around the dagger. “And all of this was…what? A trick? You were sent here to get close to me?”
Kieran’s brows lifted. “Sent—”
Hawke quieted him with a look, and Kieran rolled his eyes.
I knew what he was going to say. “You were sent by the Dark One.”
“I came to Masadonia with one goal in mind,” Hawke answered. “And that was you.”
I shuddered. “How? Why?”
“You’d be surprised how many of those close to you support Atlantia, who want to see the kingdom restored. Many who paved the way for me.”
“Commander Jansen?” I suspected.
“She is smart,” Hawke said. “Like I told you all.”
The backs of my eyes burned, along with my throat and chest. “Did you even work in the capital?” Then something hit me as my gaze darted to Kieran. “The night at the…” I couldn’t bring myself to say “the Red Pearl.”