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“And now it’s just me and you,” Mael says with a half-grin. “Are you ready to go chill out with some cool artifacts? We could try and spot something fun to take home with us.”
“Sure. Let’s just get ourselves a few souvenirs to remind us of this horrific night,” I say, and he laughs.
“That was almost sarcastic. Well done.”
Changing the subject, I ask, “Do you know the code?”
He nods, and I frown. “What’s that look for?”
“You know the code to a secret vault in the castle that belongs to the royal family. It just seems a little sketchy, that’s all.”
“Eirik’s my best friend.”
I still feel like I can argue over this, but I don’t. Instead, I just nod, and let him lace our fingers together as we go back up there.
“And, luckily for us, you’ve now accepted your royal heritage,” Mael says, and I frown.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, we’re not going to be attacked by all the shitty boobytraps now.”
“Oh, wow, really?”
He nods, and as he claims, we manage to walk right up to the doorway. Using his magicae, Mael burns the numbers into the door—a different method from what Etrix used earlier—and it was clearly the correct pin. The door pops open, and we both enter.
It’s kind of underwhelming, really.
“Is that a coffin?” I gasp, darting over to the corner of the room where what looks like a coffin is stood up and inside is a skull, and some tombs. The speed I ran over here with should be impossible in these heels, but I managed.
You know, if you count falling and nearly breaking my ankle.
Mael chuckles, and walks over. “It’s a good thing your legal guardian is a lawyer because you’re going to need one for how accident prone you are.”
“So funny,” I say, causing him to laugh. “Is this really where they keep all of the most important things?”
“No. This is where some powerful things are—like the crown. A lot of it is junk, too.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Why?”
“I just wondered,” I tell him, but that’s clearly not enough for him. “I thought it was weird how easy it was for us to break in.”
“Both you and Etrix have royal blood,” he says, softly. “Even if you have bad intentions—”
“Which we do.”
“Which youdon’t,” he corrects. “But even if you did, the vault would still recognise you as having a blood tie to it, and it would be lesser on you. How do you think Etrix managed this so easily? The dude is weak as fuck.”
“But this isn’t my vault.” I ignore the nasty comments about Etrix, refusing to let myself be drawn into their fighting. It’s boy humour, and they don’t mean too much malice.
“But the artefacts contained within it belong to both the Elemental witchesandthe Primordial witches. You have a stake in this, too.”
A slow clap from the doorway startles both Mael and I as a man with pointy ears and light blue eyes swaggers into the vault. He’s wearing all black clothing, and his hat covers his hair. But based on his eyebrow colouring, I know he’s got dirty blonde hair. His shoes are boots, making him a little taller, and his eyes narrow into slits when Mael and I meet his gaze.
I don’t recognise him, and Mael doesn’t seem to either, but his energy reads dangerous. I can’t link him to any of my mates, the power contained within him different. Cold, even. As if he’s a blank slate.
I find it hard to connect to my own magicae, and it’s unsettling. Since the binding spell has been lifted, I’ve never struggled to connect to my innerprimordium. Sure, I’ve messed up and not been able to do what I’m meant to do.
