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“As I have already explained to Torin,” she bellowed, “if either of you tries to escape or thinks you can take down a queen, I will have my archers disable you. I will then throw Ava off the tower, and I will execute the Seelie king.” She smiled. “Am I clear?”
Fuck.
The queen had just doused the flames of every bit of hope I had. And now, my pulse pounded so hard I could no longer hear my own thoughts. A cold sweat broke out on my brow, and my gaze flicked back to the door, looking for an escape route. But an entire line of guards stood before the wooden doors, arrows aimed at us.
Dread spread its chill over my chest as I moved closer to Torin. If we were going to find any way out of this, we couldn’t panic.
Queen Mab smiled. “When the horns blare, it is time to begin.”
Torin’s pale eyes were locked on me, and he stalked closer to me, gracefully. Somehow, with a slight curl of his lips, and the poised way he stood, he did not seem to be gripped by the mind-bending panic that robbed me of breath.
My gaze flicked over his shoulder, and I wondered if it was possible for us to slaughter her before we were shot.
My heartbeat seemed to echo off the walls and arched ceilings. There didn’t seem to be enough air in my lungs, and I could hear every inhalation and exhalation of my breath like the creaking of a rusty hinge.
The horns blared, and I didn’t have another moment to think. Torin advanced on me, his rapier and his blue eyes glinting.
How casually he launched into action, attacking my sword. Completely in control of himself, while the bleak horror of our choices splintered in my skull.
Our swords clashed as I parried, simply trying to keep up with him. Was he going slow for me?
At least I was used to a fencing strip, the way I’d trained all along. No cemetery stones in the way, no tree roots. Maybe I should simply focus on staying alive until I mastered my panic.
Torin lunged again, and I parried. He was testing me, trying to feel out how I operated on the fencing strip, but I still had no idea where this was leading.
I will throw you off the tower…
I raised my blade and waited again for Torin to attack. He lunged, and this time, I counter-parried, swiping his blade aside and lunging forward myself. Torin darted out of range, and we fell into the rhythms of the fencing that we knew so well. After all those hours practicing, learning each other’s movements and quirks, this felt more like a dance than a fight.
A slow and excruciating death…
As I focused on the two of us, his beautiful face and the graceful way he moved, the memory of our kiss last night, my panic started to fade. As we moved—attacking, parrying, ducking—the world seemed to come alive around us, plants rising from the stones and the red leaves dancing in the air. When he attacked again, I countered. Back and forth we went—attack, parry, attack, parry, attack, parry—as the red leaves lifted into the air, floating in a breeze around us. The world was a symphony of clashing blades and fluttering leaves.
Maybe we could simply dance like this forever.
But as we fought, I struggled, finding the steel blade a little stiffer than I was used to. I could parry okay, but when I counterattacked, it felt slow.
As Torin leaped back, I rushed forward with a series of stabs and lunges, knowing that Torin’s speed would be able to keep up with every flick of my blade. Exactly as it was when we’d practiced together, he countered my attack with crisp parries.
“I am growing impatient!” the queen roared, her voice no longer a gentle whisper. “I want blood spilled in my hall.”
Her voice pulled me from my focus on Torin, and I slowed. This time, when Torin parried hard, he slammed his rapier into mine, snapping my blade in two. The ember-red leaves around us dropped to the floor, and Torin stared down at my broken sword with horror.
I stared at my fragmented blade, catching my breath. My body buzzed with adrenaline, and with something else—an unfamiliar feeling of power.
Torin turned back to the Queen.
Her lips were pressed into a thin line. “You must continue. Am I clear?”
“Her blade is broken.” Torin’s voice boomed over the hall. “I cannot fight her like this. That is not a fight.”
She stood, her lip curling and her dark wings spread out behind her. “So you concede? Are you choosing your own excruciating death? Would you prefer to be castrated and quartered?”
My breath left my lungs, and a maelstrom of red leaves lifted off the ground around us, whipping in the air. Was my own panic causing that to happen?
I whirled, searching for Morgant as fear burned through my veins.
“I have another sword,” Morgant shouted.
