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She looked up at the tiny window bleakly. It was hopeless and she knew it. A tear slid down her cheek.
“Little Lys, don’t cry.” The familiar voice reached out from the darkness.
Her head snapped to the boy sitting in the corner.
“Gregor?” She couldn’t believe her own eyes. She ran to her brother’s side, dropping down next to him. She grabbed his dirty hands in hers to prove this was real. “You’re here. You’re alive!”
“Barely.” He tried to smile. “It’s so good to see you, sister.”
“I thought you were dead! I searched for you in the road camps, but I couldn’t find you anywhere!”
“I escaped and made my way to Limeros, but was captured a couple weeks ago. They carted me all the way here on orders from the prince himself. Been in here ever since. Not much longer, though. I think they’re finally finished asking me questions. They never seem satisfied with my answers. Only my death will please them now.”
“Don’t talk like that. This is what I needed, Gregor.” Her heart grew lighter than it had in days. In weeks! “This is the sign I needed that everything’s going to be all right. We’re alive, we’re together again, and we’re going to get out of this.”
His gaze grew distant. “That’s what she told me, too. She always told me to have hope. I wish I could see her again, but she hasn’t visited me for weeks.”
Lysandra glanced around the small, stinking cell, her gaze moving over the other prisoners, some of whom were sleeping. “See who?”
“The girl made of gold and silver.”
“What?”
“She told me her name is Phaedra. She’s visited me in my dreams, told me to be patient. That I will find new hope. I figure she must have been talking about you. They put you in my cell, Lys. Mine. In a place as big as this—that has to mean something, right?”
“Who is she? What do you mean she visited you in your dreams?”
He looked past her, his expression wistful. “She’s a Watcher, little Lys. She told me not to despair. That I could still make a difference . . . and that there were others like me who could help. I thought she was mad.”
“A Watcher visited you in your dreams,” Lysandra said with disbelief. “Perhaps she’s not the one who’s mad.”
He laughed, the sound dry and brittle. “You could be right.”
“What else did this Watcher tell you?”
Gregor’s brows drew together and he squeezed Lysandra’s hands. “She said when the sorceress’s blood is spilled, they will finally rise.” Her brother’s haunted eyes met hers. “And the world will burn. That’s what she said, little Lys. The world will burn.”
Chapter 34
CLEO
AURANOS
“My son has returned to the palace.” The king’s words wrapped around Cleo’s throat like an icy glove, stopping her in her tracks as she moved through the halls. “I’m sure you’ve greatly anticipated his return.”
She turned slowly to see King Gaius standing in the shadows, accompanied by Cronus and his dreadful hunting dogs.
“With bated breath, your majesty.”
“He captured a group of rebels who attacked one of my road camps. Those that did not fall under his blade have accompanied him back here for public execution.”
Jonas. Her heart skipped a beat with both dread and anticipation.
“I feel safer already.” She forced a smile to her lips.
“I’m sure you do.” The king studied her with those cold, serpentine eyes. “I’m watching you, princess.”
“As I am watching you,” she replied sweetly.
