Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 139662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
My heart tugs at the memory of that conversation. Lark had come to me in one of my dreams and told me that in some of her visions of the future, I died, and in others I became queen. I told her I didn’t want to be queen and have so much when others had nothing, and she said that was okay because I would lose everything.
She was right. I lost everything the moment Sebastian betrayed me. I lost my human life, my chance to go back to my sister, and the male I loved. I’ve already lost everything, but she was wrong to believe I’d sit at Sebastian’s side while he took the throne. Never. Not after all he did to me.
Pretha and Finn are talking, and I make myself focus to understand their words through the hawk’s mind.
“If Sebastian somehow needs Abriella to take that throne,” Pretha’s saying, “then we need to find her first.”
I don’t have time to dwell on that thought before I’m being shown another vision. The hawk is perched in a slightly different location, but this time only Finn and Kane stand in the throne room.
Finn looks tired, but not as ill as he did in the last vision. He has a bit more color in his cheeks and stands straighter, as if he might stand a chance of using the swords sheathed at each hip.
“No sign of Abriella at the old house,” Kane says. “Sources tell us she hasn’t returned to the Golden Palace either.”
Finn nods, his gaze steady on the view beyond the window. “She still doesn’t trust him. Or us.” He blows out a breath. “But I wonder where she is. Sebastian could easily track her with the bond.”
“Thank the gods he hasn’t,” Kane says. “If he really does need her, as we suspect, this buys us a little more time.”
“None of this explains what Lark saw. What if Lark is right and the throne won’t take him? What if, when he got the crown from Abriella, he didn’t get the rest of what he needed?”
Kane blinks at Finn. “Is that possible? Can the crown be cleaved from its power?”
Finn blows out a long breath. “She exhibited extraordinary power when she fled the Golden Palace.”
“More power than the Potion of Life would grant to a human turned fae,” Kane says, seeming to consider it. “Do you think he knows the throne won’t accept him?”
“I’m not sure that I know,” Finn says.
My head swims as I try to keep up. What exactly are they saying? What does my power have to do with Sebastian’s taking the throne?
“If you’re right,” Kane says, “he’ll want it back. What would that mean for Abriella?”
“Nothing good,” Finn says, running a hand through his black curls. “I would put nothing past him. But he’ll make his move soon enough—with or without the power the throne demands.”
“The shield’s around the palace, and we’re gathering our forces to the mountains as we speak. Even without Hargova’s guard, we’ll be able to—”
“Finn!” Jalek’s voice echoes in the cavernous room. “Lark says we’re about to have visitors.”
Kane’s head snaps toward the window, and he scans the horizon. “I don’t see any—”
“Hello, brother,” Finn says softly.
Across the room, on a dais where no one stood before, a goblin at his side, stands Sebastian, dressed in a shining black tunic with silver piping. I’ve become so accustomed to seeing him in the gray and yellow of the Court of the Sun that he looks unnatural in the darker colors. Like a child playing dress-up.
Sebastian’s eyes are wide as he stares Finn down. He wraps his fingers around the hilt of his sword. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Strange reason to pull your blade,” Kane says, moving closer to Finn, a hand on his own weapon.
“My guard is on its way,” Sebastian says. “Your shield may be slowing them down, but you forget that as soon as I sit on this throne, I can tear it down. I can flood this palace with those sworn to me.”
“So why do you hesitate, Ronan?” Finn asks, folding his arms. He cocks his head to the side. “Sorry—do you prefer Bash, as Abriella called you? Though I don’t suppose she’ll be calling you that anymore.”
Sebastian lunges forward, but Jalek throws up a hand and Sebastian bounces back as if he hit an invisible wall. “I know you have her hiding in Misha’s palace.”
Finn smiles, and if I hadn’t spent all those hours training with him, I probably wouldn’t recognize the anger and impatience behind that smile. “Then you know she’s safe,” he says, as if he wasn’t just discussing with Kane that he has no idea where I am.
They’re still using me to manipulate each other.
Sebastian’s eyes flash with anger. “Let me see her. I’ll send my goblin. I’ll—”