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She would turn her back on him and punish him for this. For showing her how he felt. For opening his heart in ways he’d never done before with anyone.
Magnus had always been a fool. A child. One who was easily beaten or abused by those who were larger or stronger or more powerful. All his life he’d endured so much pain and developed only a thin mask to cover his true feelings. But masks could easily be removed and smashed with only a few words.
As of today, he was no longer a child. He had killed. He had lost the one he loved more than any other—and she would never trust him as she had before. Nothing would be the same with Lucia from this day forward. He’d destroyed that forever. And for a moment, all alone in his chambers, he clenched his fists at his sides and let himself cry over the loss of his beautiful sister and best friend.
Then his heart, now broken into a thousand pieces, slowly began to turn to ice.
Cleo could barely function as she returned to the palace. Sounds were muted, and all she could really hear was the rush of blood through her veins and the pounding of her heart.
Theon was dead.
“Try not to worry. Stay next to me,” Nic whispered as they were brought immediately before the king. The guards hadn’t given Cleo a chance to go to her room first. Frankly, they seemed surprised that she’d returned at all.
She didn’t speak. She wasn’t sure that she could speak.
The tall wood and iron doors swung inward, and there he was. The king. A guard had hurried ahead to inform him of Cleo’s return.
His face was pale. He looked even older than she remembered.
“Cleo,” he began. “Is this real? Have you truly returned, or are you only an illusion?”
They were ushered into the room and the doors shut heavily behind them. Cleo got a pitying look from one of the guards. He knew of the king’s temper.
“I’m sorry,” she managed, but could go no further before she started to cry.
The king swiftly moved toward her and gathered her into his arms. “My poor girl. I’m so relieved you’re home.”
This was a surprising reaction since the king had been stern with her for so long she’d practically forgotten his tender side. Finally he let go of her and helped her to a chair. His gaze flicked to Nic. “Explain.”
Nic shifted his feet. “Where should I begin?”
“I am furious that the two of you went to Paelsia against my wishes, but I had no idea that the difficulties between the lands would result in conflict like this. I was visited by King Gaius, who told me that he had Cleo in his grasp.”
Cleo shivered at the memory of the dark-haired boy with the cold, cruel eyes.
“He definitely tried,” Nic said with a nod. “But we got away.”
“Thank the goddess,” the king breathed. “How?”
“Theon,” Nic began, and his voice caught. Despite his previous smooth words, he also fought tears. “He fought Prince Magnus’s men. Killed them so they wouldn’t lay a hand on the princess. Then the prince killed Theon.”
“What?” the king gasped.
“We had no choice but to leave his body on Paelsian soil. We had to flee immediately.”
“I wanted to kill the prince,” Cleo managed. “I had the chance to, but...”
“I wouldn’t let her,” Nic admitted. “If she’d killed Prince Magnus, I knew things would be even worse than they already are.”
The king took this information in. “You were right to stop her. But I understand her desire for vengeance.”
o;No, I learned of it only the other night from Sabina herself. But Mother confirmed that it’s true.”
“I don’t understand.” She staggered up from the floor to her feet. He followed suit, watching her warily. His disgrace in Paelsia was momentarily forgotten. He hadn’t meant to tell Lucia like this, not so bluntly.
“Ease your mind,” he soothed. “Please. The king still considers you his beloved daughter. I know he does. And we were raised together, side by side. This is all true. But to consider you only my sister now that I know the truth...I can’t. You’re so much more to me than that.”
Lucia met his gaze. “Please don’t say these things to me.”
