Niawen!
I’m coming, Kenrik. I’m coming. I tried not to sob, but his emotions were crushing. He was overwhelming my senses. Something was terribly wrong with him.
I slid from under Caedryn’s arm. I tiptoed to the door. With one glance back to make sure Caedryn was sound asleep, I left the room.
I can’t see you. Where are you? Your light is veiled. I felt panicked. Kenrik was hidden from me, and he needed me. He was in pain—as if he were dying.
I could hear his voice calling only my name. He didn’t answer my pleas more specifically.
Think. Think. I proceeded to the first floor, outside the main hall. He’s invisible, as if he’s cloaked. Oh. I stumbled against the wall, using it for support as my legs gave out.
He’s cloaked. He’s cloaked.
I use my darkness.
I shook my head. I grabbed a tapestry and pulled myself back to my feet.
He’s CLOAKED.
No.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
Ask Caedryn.
What would he do if someone tried to take me away?
Whose blood was really on his shirt? Not Rapion’s. Not Rapion’s.
Oh, no no no.
I groped my way down the hall, searching for the citadel’s depths. The way down. Stairs. Stairs that would take me to a dungeon. Where prisoners were kept. Where Caedryn would punish someone until he bled.
Kenrik’s cloaked. Cloaked. Cloaked.
Light was spiritual. Kenrik’s light was cloaked. I couldn’t discern it. He wasn’t dead. He was unseen.
More than enough blood. Too much blood on Caedryn’s hands.
Caedryn came to claim me.
Should I be jealous? he had asked.
He’d felt threatened.
I know King Sieffre has two sons who’ve been very attentive to you.
After Caedryn beat up the prisoner, he came for me. To assure himself that I was his. To set aside his misgivings, his fears that I might have a wandering heart. He was a fool. A stupid fool.
I descended a set of stairs. Cold swept up my bare legs and brushed my spine.
Cloaked.
I’ll find you.
Don’t be Kenrik. Please. The truth will destroy me. Please don’t be Kenrik.
I could lie to myself all I wanted. I could beg.