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“I think I forgot the flyer,” Isla muttered to Amalie as they closed in on the tent’s entrance.
Her sapphire eyes narrowed, but then Amalie sighed. “It’s fine. I’ll take care of it.”
Isla clenched and released her fists.
When they reached the entrance, the man’s expectant eyes had fallen first on Isla. She appeared nothing but a disturbance, it seemed. He glanced at her hands and saw nothing, his features tightening in turn.
“She’s with me.”
He shifted his gaze to Amalie, who’d dropped her hood slightly, his face barely softening as he nodded and stepped back.
So, they knew her here.
Isla sucked in a breath before she dove beneath the tent flaps into uncharted waters.
For a magic show, everything seemed a bit…morose.
Rows of bleachers had been set up, all facing a long but narrow stage fit with one singular microphone and some speakers. There hadn’t been any colorful banners or flashing lights or anything to indicate the party, that the island had been known for, lingered outside.
Amalie nodded up towards the top of the bleachers, separated mostly from the rest of the crowd.
Swallowing and fighting an innate urge to flee, Isla followed, eyes trailing over the people they passed on the way. Some of them, she noticed, wore similar dark uniforms, and for every person who seemed excited about amagicshow, there had been someone else that was like stone, serious. Her stomach turned, something telling her she shouldn’t have been there.
They sat just as grating feedback ripped from speakers. Those uniformed attendees began a rhythmic stomping—an introduction, a greeting.
What the hell was this?
Howls from the mouths of people, not wolves, rang through the tent, and Isla snapped her attention forward as a man—unnaturally handsome, tall, and broad-shouldered—powered onto the stage. He wore a dark uniform, just as the others, though his had been pinned with the gleaming symbol of a moon and sword. Not quite the warrior insignia, something just a little more brutal.
Silver.
“Brothers and sisters,” he began, his voice authoritative and robust yet charming somehow. The crowd quieted. “Thank you for being here today. Thank you for your support while we stand to make history. While we stand to bring down a regime that has stood for far too long.”
Oh, Goddess.Oh, Goddess.
“Pay attention,Luna of Deimos,” Amalie whispered, the title dripping with silent venom as a lethal smile crossed her lips.
Luna of Deimos…Daughter of Io.
Isla’s body went cold, her spine became steel, and her fingers itched for her blade. To protect herself.
She didn’t need to ask Verena about the rebellions. Amalie had brought her right to one of their secret gatherings.
CHAPTER31
KAI
It had been nearly six months since his father passed, and Kai hadn’t done anything with his old study on the second floor of the House. He’d only opened the door three times—three—in six months.
When his mother still stayed in a wing here, he knew she’d sit in it sometimes, either because he’d caught it ajar or could hear her crying, whispering as she talked to him.He’d felt like a bit of a coward then, not going to comfort her, and he felt like one now, standing in front of the oak door and hesitating.
He had to get over this. It was a fucking office. It wasn’t like his father’s ghost was going to come out and berate him for being in there.
As if he, too, wanted Kai toget on with it,the pup squirmed in his arms, lunging forward. Kai held him tighter. “Okay, relax.” He stopped wiggling, and Kai could’ve sworn his red eyes narrowed.
He eyed the door again, giving it one last long and slow drag before taking the biting cold handle in his hand. “Fuck it,” Kai murmured to himself before taking hold of the handle and pushing the door open.
The door opened with a squeak so glaringly loud in his ears, and the light spilled from the hallway mixing with the moonlight in the room, dimly illuminating it. He’d only ever made it in a few steps each time before he left, and even now, six months later, the scent of smoke from his father’s pipe smacked him in the face. It still sat there on his desk, abandoned. Kyran had likely been in here just before bed that night.
