Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
I can’t help noticing Alora is much more stressed today than she was yesterday, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the Blackwater group. They’re heavy people who drag the residue of their problems with them, and here she is cleaning it up.
Before we leave, we watch Alora stand in her palace, giving a speech about the violence from last night as the people of Vanora stand in the courtyard below. She has a powerful voice, one that touches the soul. She’s a good queen who gives hope and carries herself with grace—not that I would know what it’s like being a queen. But if I were to imagine myself as one, I’d want to be like her.
The Vanorians leave with smiles on their faces and go back to their lives, so I suppose all is well for now. She promised them that the guards would be patrolling both Gold and Iron Class to better protect and serve them, and apparently that gives the people some peace of mind. Violence in Vanora isn’t as common as it is in Blackwater, but according to Maeve, it does still happen, especially when one of their gilded becomes out of control. After witnessing the fight last night with Hannie and Tomán, I can sense just how out of control they become.
Veno drives along a tall bridge that stretches for miles, and I cling to my seatbelt when I realize how high in the air we are. The bridge is built over the blue waters. One wrong turn or jerk of the wheel, and we’re all going down, but no one seems to be worried about it but me.
I clear my throat, and Maeve looks back at me. “Afraid of heights, love?” she asks.
“Not usually,” I say, then peer out the window again. “But this is really high up.” It’s taller than the bridge that led us to Alora’s castle, not to mention the waves are rowdier, crashing against whatever surface they can reach below.
“Beatrix had it built by the people of Vanora. She made it so that if you want to reach her, you have to be willing to cross this bridge to get to her,” says Maeve. “She’s a very powerful Mythic. Been around for centuries, even before Alora was born. Some say she was one of the first Mythics around.”
“When exactly was Alora born?” I ask.
“If you’re asking her age, I believe she’s two hundred and seven this year.”
What? “And how old is Caz?”
“One hundred and twelve.”
“I’m one hundred and ten,” Juniper says proudly. “Rowan is one hundred fourteen and Kill, here, is one hundred sixteen.” I glance at Killian and he’s frowning at me, like he didn’t want me to know that bit of personal information.
“I don’t understand how you all look so young even though you’re so…old. No offense.”
Maeve laughs. “The youth water was created by the Regals but could only be found in Vanorian territory, hence the reason Alora has full rights to it. It does wonders. Has healing properties, rejuvenates you from inside and out. It even gets rid of plagues—the kind that can kill you within a day or two. But not everyone can afford it, you see. So, while some of us have the luxury of obtaining youth water and living a very long time, many don’t. The Rippies are just now getting access to it, courtesy of the treaty Alora recently made with them, but us Blackwaters have had it for a very long time. It’d be worth more than rubies if there were people out there who actually enjoyed life.”
“I see. And what happens if you stop drinking it?”
Maeve considers my question, pressing her lips. “I suppose your body just adapts to its age, which probably would cause someone like me to become frail and more prone to sicknesses. Weaker bones and teeth, all that. Hmm…not many people think about not taking it. It’s become a staple for us, really.”
I nod, then look out the window, at the vast waters beyond the bridge. “This Beatrix…she really doesn’t like to be bothered, does she?”
“She doesn’t,” Maeve says, “which is why only you, Caz, and Alora will be allowed inside. She most likely won’t let us in.” Maeve switches her gaze to Juniper. “So don’t even think about getting out of the vehicle.”
Juniper sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes. I start to smile, but I feel eyes on me and look over. Killian is glaring a hole into my face. He’s been like this since this morning—staring at me, watching me carefully, as if I’ll attack someone at any given moment.
“Do you have a problem?” I ask, frowning.
“Yeah. You,” he growls.
“Look, the sooner I get out of here, the better for us all, right? But having you stare at me isn’t gonna get things moving any faster.”