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My gaze shifted to the ceiling. It still amazed me how much Isbeth had manipulated or controlled, but in the end, even with all her plotting and planning, she failed when it came to Poppy.
I turned my head to her. For Isbeth to bring Kolis back to full power, she had chosen to sacrifice someone she loved and decided to let her heartmate go over her daughter—her daughters. Fuck. I couldn’t wrap my head around that slice of decency in Isbeth.
It was just a tiny sliver, but it had been there. And if I didn’t know what to think about that, how could Poppy?
And I couldn’t say for sure I wouldn’t do the same.
Then again, I didn’t have a child. I had no idea what that kind of love felt like. What type of bond it forged—one that could lead to choices you’d never believed yourself capable of.
But I’d seen it in action.
Look at what it had done to Isbeth. The loss of her son had tipped her over the edge. My parents? They’d lied for centuries, believing they were protecting Malik and me. They’d killed. And that bond was not one forged in blood. Coralena and Leopold were examples of that. They’d not only risked their lives but lost them, attempting to protect their son and Poppy, who they’d raised as their daughter.
That love made one capable of the greatest acts of selflessness, but it could also cause one to spiral into the depths of evil. And Isbeth, as depraved as she was, she still loved her daughters in her twisted, sick way.
“It’s hard not to wonder what would have become of Isbeth if Malec had made different choices. Hell. If my mother hadn’t gone after him, entombing him,” I said. “Would she and Malec have simply gone off and lived their lives? Would the Ascended never have taken root as strongly as they did with her and her knowledge guiding them?”
I didn’t think so.
In all reality, the realm would be a different place. A better one. Kolis wouldn’t be a threat. So many lives would’ve been saved. But it also meant I wouldn’t be here right now.
Poppy wouldn’t be alive.
I shook my head. There was really no point in dwelling on what’d never happened or could’ve happened.
Blowing out a long breath, I thought back to our last day in Masadonia. “Do you remember,” I asked softly, “standing by the Rise with your eyes closed and your face turned to the sun? I do.”
A SIGNIFICANT MOMENT
“I know you’re anxious to get out of here,” I murmured to Setti, my gaze not on the steed but her. “But it won’t be too much longer.”
Poppy stood at the Rise, a cool morning breeze toying with the wisps of hair at her temples.
She was unveiled.
And she clearly reveled in the sensation of the sun and wind against her skin. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and a soft smile appeared on her mouth. It made me wonder when the sun had last kissed the skin of her cheeks or brow. Likely years. This was a significant moment for her.
I didn’t want to rush her, but the others would be joining us soon. So, I got my ass moving, leading Setti to her side. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
Poppy’s eyes opened as she angled her body toward mine. I didn’t know if she was still angry with me over my refusal to allow Tawny to accompany her. If she was, I didn’t hold it against her. Tawny was her friend, and she needed her, but I was doing them both a huge favor by ensuring that Tawny did not accompany her.
But the longer Poppy stared at me, I didn’t think she was holding it against me. The tips of her cheeks pinkened as her gaze moved over me, her focus seeming to get a little hung up on the stretch of the tunic across my chest, and the brown breeches I wore.
I raised a brow, waiting for her to finish checking me out. Not that I was complaining. I liked that she did.
Her gaze lifted to mine. “It feels nice.”
“For the air to touch your face?”
Poppy nodded.
“I can only imagine that it does,” I said. “I much prefer this version.”
She bit her lip as her attention shifted to the black steed. She rubbed the side of Setti’s nose. “He’s beautiful. Does he have a name?”
“Been told it’s Setti,” I said, unable to tell her that I’d chosen the name and raised him from a colt.
“Named after Theon’s warhorse?” Her lips curved up as Setti nudged her hand, always looking for attention. “He has big hooves to fill.”
“That he does,” I replied. “I’m assuming you can’t ride a horse.”
She shook her head. “I haven’t been on one since…” Her smile grew. “Gods, it was three years ago. Tawny and I snuck out to the stables and managed to climb on one before Vikter arrived.” The smile vanished as she dropped her hand and moved back. “So, no, I can’t ride.”
