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My chest filled. Stars above. She really was a goddess, standing before me in blood and gold, ready to march into a fight without saying she wasn’t brave, only desperate. Without needing to wear a mask or a false name in order to break someone else’s rules.
I lifted her chin and kissed her. I wanted to make it long—I wanted to kiss her to within an inch of her life. But time wasn’t on our side.
She blinked up at me. “What was that for?”
“To show you.”
“Show me what?”
“How much I’m constantly awed by you.”
She looked away, but I caught her smile first. “Flatterer. We still need to get to the king, though.” She pulled a wad of fabric from her cleavage. “Look. It isn’t Sura. These all have that mixed thread. One being different, I could understand.”
I blinked at the collection of bloodied insignias. “But all of them? It would be a mighty coincidence.”
“Exactly.” She gave me a beseeching look.
“You’re right. I don’t think Sura is behind this. Could be Lucius or someone trying to assassinate him.”
“If he caught you unawares, he could use it as a chance to kill you and blame Hydra Ascendant.”
I retrieved my Shadowblade, smiling at her concern for me. “Well, thanks to you, I’m not unawares. He was last seen heading to the throne room. Come on.”
She frowned at her hands, clenching and unclenching them as the purple stains faded. Tension thrummed through her shoulders as her gaze flicked to the bodies. No shadows or purple haze hid them anymore.
I held her shoulders. “This is what your power is for—for you to use. Not to be denied. Not to keep you isolated, but for you to exert your will upon the world at last.” I squeezed until she looked me in the eye. “You are the one in control.”
She lifted her chin, back straight, jaw set, something regal in her determination. “I am.”
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Ididn’t know whether to be relieved or horrified by how easy it had been to kill so many attackers with my magic. But tired from hazing, I didn’t have the energy to pick that tangle apart.
As we approached the corridor leading to the throne room, the sounds of battle reached us: metal and cries, the groans of the dying.
“Kingsguard and Cyrus’s personal guard,” Bastian muttered as he peered around the corner. “No sign of Cyrus or Lucius—they must already be inside.”
If these false Ascendants worked for the king, why were they fighting his guard and Prince Cyrus’s? Commitment to the deception? Had they turned on him?
Focus. What did this mean in practical terms?
“No haze, then.” That would make it harder to keep him safe, which was all the more important now his other self was dead. I unhooked my bow from the strap crossing my body.
He touched my back, palm warm on my bare skin, tethering me here rather than to the possibilities of what might be about to happen to him in that fight. “I’ll go in, you stay here. Duck around the corner if they fire back.”
Just as he went to turn away, I grabbed his hand. “I need you not to die, Bastian. Do you understand? When I saw you…”
He gripped my fingers. “I know exactly how you felt.” His gaze flicked to my chest where there should’ve been a scar. “I’m not dying today and neither are you.” With a nod, he stepped out into the corridor.
As he charged, blades ready, shadows racing ahead, I fired.
My arrow cut through grey leather armour, and when my first kill fell, the teal-haired woman who’d been fighting him looked up. Her eyes widened, first on Bastian, then me. With a fierce smile, she inclined her head and turned to her next foe.
As warmth filled me, I already had another arrow nocked, but it took painful seconds to pick out my target. Bodies jostled left and right, in constant movement, so where one instant I had a clear shot at the enemy’s throat, the next, one of Cyrus’s guards stood in the way.
Bastian drove into the enemy as silent and dark as his shadows. He cut one down, then another—surprise on his side. And that opened up a shot for me.
