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“My sister and Tails. Every damn day.”
My gaze flicks to the bed, snores emanating from it. “Tails?”
He runs his fingers through my hair — and I swear to Gods, I’m swooning at that sensation,swooning. “When I was a kid, I couldn’t quite say his name. Always called him Tails. It just kinda stuck.”
“So you’ve known him your whole life?”
“He’s like an older brother.” The Prince holds me tighter, and it occurs to me thatifthat’s true, then the shape Talis is in must be terrifying for The Prince.
And then I went and put him through some kind of black-eyed magical Fate bullshit. Good job, Zora.I grimace.
“What do you want from him?” The Prince whispers.
“He was part of the royal court when my parents were killed. I was told by another Boss that Talis has information that would lead me to their murderers.”
I wait for his answer, but The Prince falls dangerously silent. I pull back and look at him.
His black eyes have started to shimmer with hints of color again, but they also look vacant, like he’s left his body altogether.
“Are you okay?” I sit up.
“What’s going on?” The Princess asks, her voice groggy as she pulls herself down from the bed. Her eyes go wide at the sight of her brother without his mask. They widen further at his void-like state. She gives me her full attention. “What do you know?”
I shake my head. “Not enough. Is he okay?”
His sister drops beside him and counts his pulse. She nods. “You,asshole,” she grumbles to him. “I’m the one who protects you. Not the other way around.” She rests a hand over his chest and closes her eyes.
I gape as she draws threads from his chest. Not as many as The Prince took from Ferris, but at least half the amount. Her shoulders shake as they enter, and her eyes darken into a royal blue as The Prince’s lighten further.
“You can do it too?” I stare between them.
The Princess inhales deeply. “I help him with his burden.”
“And whatishis burden exactly?”
She ignores me and re-checks her brother’s pulse as he closes his eyes and mumbles something incoherent. “He needs to sleep.”
I nod. “Okay. Fine. But I want some answers in the morning.”
“You won’t get any,” she says simply, standing and scooting back onto the bed next to Talis. “It’s not time.”
I scowl. “Time for what?”
“Goodnight,” she growls and turns her back on me, curling back up against Talis.
I frown and brush The Prince’s hair from his forehead. His head lolls to the side, and he leans onto my shoulder, his breaths skittering across my collarbone.
I need answers, my skull pounds,but I also don’t mind not having any.Not when I have this.
And that thought. That thought may be the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. As if everything I am, everything that has made me, no longer matters, and all that does is this. His breath. Mine. Us.
What is happening?I wonder as exhaustion grips me.
Chapter Eight
WhenIopenmyeyes, I’m alone.
I sit up in the cot, heart in my throat.
