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“Wait.” Aurelia’s voice cracked through the room like shattering glass. “Who is the father?” “The High Necromancer obv—” one of the Undying said but then paused, staring at Helena and seeming to reconsider.
“I knew you were having your fun with her, Ferron.” Aurelia’s cheeks flushed scarlet.
“The parentage was determined on the basis of resonance. The High Necromancer deemed your husband the most suitable,” Stroud said in a conciliatory voice. “I assure you, Mrs. Ferron, your husband’s cooperation was in no way a reflection upon you—” Several people laughed.
Atreus looked sharply at his son. “For a captive, she doesn’t seem very afraid of you.”
“Well, that’s all thanks to Aurelia here. After she assaulted my prisoner in a fit of rage, I ended up in the heroic role of saviour.”
Making love. It was what they’d had.
When she’d hated him, she’d been less self-destructive.
“You don’t remember me, do you? I thought eventually you might.” Kaine studied her. “I can’t say I do.” “I was different when we first met. Smaller. Screaming.” Kaine shook his head, as if that could have been countless people. “I used to wear two braids. With bows.” Ivy gestured along her shoulders with both hands. “After the Undying killed my parents, they used them to drag me across the floor and put them in your hands. You were younger then, too.”
Kaine’s expression grew contemptuous. “Another reason to regret my actions that day.”
“You’re the killer.” He smiled. “Yes, and you, in particular, I’ve been looking forward to.” Ivy turned towards Helena. “And you knew?” She looked between them. “Is this all pretend?” “In a way,” Helena said.
Come. There’s a reunion that’s rather overdue.” It dawned on her then where they were going. “Amaris…”
“There’s only one surviving chimaera from the war, and everyone knows who it belongs to. If she’s sighted, that will be enough to give an ambitious Aspirant a direction to hunt you down. You have to leave her.” He rested his head against Amaris, and her wings fluttered. She turned her neck to nip at him. “We’ll go out together, won’t we, old girl? Bennet’s last two monsters.”
“What sin did your mother ever commit to deserve such a son?” Kaine leaned forward, a razor-thin smile spreading across his face, pure contempt in his eyes. “I believe it was when she married you.”
Atreus turned sharply. There was a wet snick and a gasping burble as Aurelia stopped speaking. She reached up towards her neck as a line of blood gushed from a slit across her throat. She blinked once, mouth opening, but no sound came out, only a blood-filled gasp, and then her head toppled backwards, slit throat opening, body following, and she collapsed onto the white gravel. Her pink dress turned redder and redder.
“You clearly had no intention of ever putting an heir inside her.” Atreus leaned down, pulling Aurelia’s body up off the ground by an arm. “I’ll deal with this, but once this matter is resolved, you will give me the name of a woman you will cooperate in marrying and producing a guild heir with. Otherwise, once I’ve found the last member of the Eternal Flame and gifted them to the High Necromancer, I will request that he order your cooperation in producing an heir, and I will choose the bride.”
“Come out, come out, little prisoner.” Crowther’s voice came from the other side. “I want to talk to you.”
Helena had assumed that Atreus had come because he was suspicious about Kaine’s injury, but no, this was about his mission. All his interrogations and victims had yielded no results, and so he’d turned his sights to Helena.
“You’re fond of him, aren’t you? You can admit it to me. After all, he takes you for walks and keeps you so comfortable in this room, with protective servants at your beck and call. I do believe he enjoys keeping an eager creature like you around.
“But you’re right—there was a spy. I was his handler.” There was a flash of triumph in Atreus’s eyes. He saw victory in his grasp. “But you won’t save Kaine by finding him. The killer you’re searching for is your son.”
“You need a willing soul for that, and you’re not going to find one, because the only person who’d die for me is you.” She stared at him as if he’d struck her in the throat. “What? You’re not even going to ask me?”