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“Because they speak to me,” Melenia said very simply, running her fingers lightly over the triangular symbol for fire. “They tell me what to do. How to find them. And your princess is the key. When my road is complete, her blood will be spilled. All of it.”
A shudder went through Alexius.
Once, he was prepared to sacrifice Lucia for the sake of saving his world before the magic faded completely from it. He’d been committed to the cause, as had a select few immortals chosen specially by Melenia to join her small army.
Melenia turned from her shrine to study Alexius and she tilted her head. “I wanted her to fall in love with you, to make her more willing, more pliable. But you’ve fallen for her as well, haven’t you?”
“No.” He bit out the bitter word, feeling the falseness of it leave his mouth.
“You can’t lie to me. I know the truth when I see it.” She sighed. “This complicates matters.”
“I need to go to her.”
“Yes, I’m sure you think you do.” Her hand remained upon the symbol for fire as she gave him a quizzical look. “You’re not the only one currently infatuated with a mortal. Phaedra has allegedly been watching one closely as well. A rebel.”
indow bore a jagged crack down the center. The massive tremor in the mortal world had been clearly felt here as well. Many immortals, in fact, had panicked, believing this to be the end.
But Alexius knew differently.
He’d already been on his way to see Melenia when it happened. His steps were focused, his mind clear. There were matters that needed to be discussed and they couldn’t wait another day.
As she stood from the seating area, her diaphanous robes swished around her curves. Her eyes were blue—a vivid sapphire shade that no one could ever mistake as mortal.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said before he had uttered a single word. He was struck by her beauty, as he always was. She held her hands out to him as he drew closer. “You can celebrate with me another sign of our success. We’re close now. So close I can taste it.”
“And what does it taste like?”
“Like sweet victory. At long last.” Her smile fell as she saw he did not look pleased by this. She reached up to press her cool hands against his warm cheeks. This woman seemed so small and fragile before him, but he knew she was anything but. He’d never known anyone stronger in his entire existence. For so long, he had admired that strength. “What is wrong? You look so troubled.”
“I am troubled. The princess awoke from her deep slumber earlier.”
“I see. And now it will be more difficult for you to access her dreams.”
“That’s not it.”
She watched him carefully. “Then what is it? Unburden yourself to me, Alexius. You know you can trust me. We share all of our secrets, don’t we?”
So many secrets, he’d lost count of them all. “Two disasters in the mortal world. The tornado and the earthquake. It’s unfolding exactly as you said it would.”
“Yes.”
Melenia was a very special immortal, different from the others. More powerful in so many ways. She could see many things the others couldn’t—that which happened here in the Sanctuary and beyond into the mortal world. Her sight was clear and focused and always had been.
“And you continue to visit the king’s dreams?” he asked.
There was a pause this time before she spoke. “Not recently. He already knows what I need him to do.”
It was another of Melenia’s many secrets. Elders did not possess the ability to enter the dreams of mortals. Such a task was never easy, and was always draining of one’s magic and physical strength. But for an elder, it was impossible.
Except for Melenia.
“It won’t be long before my road is finished,” she said. There was joy in her voice.
Yes, her road. A road that had to be swiftly built by mortal hands. A road that needed to pass certain locations along its twisting path.
And, of course, since it wasn’t only a road, one mustn’t forget that there needed to be a great deal of blood spilled on it.
Blood—everything depended on blood. It was elemental. It was magic. Even when it flowed from the veins of mortals.
