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“Because no matter how far we go, the Tower takes care of its own.”
Vhalla had no idea how many countless others were fighting their own battle as sorcerers in a world that held no love for them.
Her hope was dashed with a root, sharp as a spear, twisting up from the ground. The horse gave a terrible scream and shuddered, impaled upon the wooden pike. Vhalla cried out, seeing her hopes die with the mount’s steaming blood spattered upon the ground.
The man tilted his head. “You show up as if you materialize from the wind itself, to save the life of the crown prince whom you jumped off the side of the Pass in an attempt to save. You’re unassuming, you’re filthy, and you’re soaked in what I can only presume to be the blood of our enemies.” A grin slowly spread across Jax’s face, like that of a rabid beast. “Who said anything about being disappointed?”
she had no dreams of his memories and no heartbeat in her ears other than her own.
“I tried to save him.” The words brought a bundle of emotion with them that Vhalla choked on momentarily. “I tried, and I failed.” “Mother, woman, you’re scaring me.” Baldair sat heavily on the bed and scooped up her hands in his. Vhalla didn’t know who he was comforting, but it seemed to go both ways. “What are you talking about?” “Aldrik’s dying.”
“Vhalla?” Baldair asked. He had a lost and fearful look that matched her heart perfectly. “Did you really do all this?”
“Aldrik is strong, and I know that he will not let himself die now. Not when he finally has a reason to truly live again.
Daniel’s feet went from dragging to a near run as he crossed to her in desperately wide steps. His body crashed against hers and his arms swept her into an all-encompassing embrace. Her arms responded before she could think, ready to welcome the only person who had been there when the world had taken everyone else from her.
If I had known my amusement of inviting you to that gala just to see what my brother would do would’ve led you to war . . .”
She couldn’t spend her days collapsing into a heap with worry over Aldrik, just as she couldn’t let feelings for Daniel grow from her desperation for validation and comfort.
The Emperor frowned, as if he could sense her rebellious thoughts, and tossed her backward. Vhalla stumbled, dropping to a knee. “All for what?” Emperor Solaris raised his boot, placing it over her face. “To save the life of a man whom you should have nothing to do with. Whose name your lips are barely worthy to speak, even should your small mind actually remember the proper title.” He extended his foot, and Vhalla was forced backward to avoid breaking her nose on his heel.
“But he knew someone in the Black Legion had orchestrated your escape, and there was an accident.” “An accident?” Vhalla glanced at Fritz, who hardly moved. “Major Reale was killed.” Elecia didn’t have to say any more—neither of them did.
He was the start and end of her world, the glue holding together her fragile sanity. He was everything, and without him she was lost.
“Where is she? Is she all right? Baldair, you swore to me you would protect her!” Aldrik’s words sounded half mad with worry.
“She lives,” the Emperor confirmed. The room settled. “For now.”
“She has until the beginning of spring to deliver me the North or she will be hung and quartered.” It wasn’t any easier to hear the second time. “But I fear she has become too much of a risk. So, even if she does succeed, I trust you will decide what to do with her when her usefulness has run its course.”
“Well then, I look forward to your plans on the matter.” “I will not,” Aldrik said softly as the door opened. Vhalla’s heart stopped. “Excuse me?” the Emperor asked coldly. “She has done too much. We need her. I need—” “In what ways do you need her?” Emperor Solaris finished for his son, cruelly skewering the words that Aldrik was letting get away from him. “You know in what way!”
“I told you this would never be easy, I warned you. I begged you to spare my heart if you weren’t ready for this fight.”
“Look at me,” he demanded softly. She obliged. “You do not give in. You disobeyed the Emperor himself, you ran alone through the North, you—who was once a library girl! You’re smart and capable and strong and beautiful, and I will not let you forget those things now. I will not let them be diminished.”
Vhalla nodded and let out a small yelp in surprise as Elecia pulled her in for a bone-crushing hug. “You’re so infuriating, Vhalla Yarl.” She laughed. “You’re pretty annoying yourself,” Vhalla responded lightly, and both women shared a moment of sincere elation.
Time seemed to hold its breath as she met the other Easterner’s eyes. He was just diagonal to her right, not more than a few arm’s length away, but she felt like he was on the other end of the world. His hazel eyes drifted over to Aldrik at her side, clouding darkly before he averted his stare, making Vhalla’s chest tighten uncomfortably.
“Quite a few talents you have. What others are there, I wonder?” Jax waggled his eyebrows lecherously at Vhalla. “Mother, Jax,” Elecia groaned. “Can you grow up just a little?” “You wouldn’t love me if I did.”
she was truly shocked at how badly she wanted him. She had never felt desire before, Vhalla was forced to admit. This was beyond the play or curiosities she had engaged in the past.
More importantly, it annoyed Elecia. And that energized Vhalla’s tired body.
The soldiers surrounding her burst into applause, and Vhalla smiled brightly.