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Chapter1
Kierden
Ipaced the elven throne room as foreign, violent magic pulsed on the back of my hand. The brand emanating wicked power glowed crimson, forming shapes and glyphs in the language of the lost gods.
“How do we buy ourselves time?” Vayme asked Alida, the elven leader we’d gone to for help.
The other two fae kings had woken up with the same veil-cursed markings I had. Those damn brands were calling cards for the twisted assassins that plagued our world, Evare, which made them death sentences.
“How do weremovethe magic?” Ravv growled.
“Making it to the eclipse is the only way we know of to break the connection, but no one makes it to the eclipse,” Alida said.
“There must be some solution,” Vayme countered
“The only chance you have is to conceal your magic. They’ll track you through your power’s aura, because your connection to them is entirely magical. But there are women with life magic hidden in the human lands—I can sense them through the forests. Bind them to you as your mates, and their magic will hide yours until the eclipse passes, the bonds vanish, and the monsters are released from their vows.”
We all went still.
“She’s gone mad,” I muttered.
“Absolutely insane,” Ravv agreed.
“We didn’t survive centuries of wars to be killed by our own people because ofmate bonds,” Vayme said.
“It’s the only way. Take the humans, or die.” She spun on her heels and strode out of the room.
Chapter2
Nissa
Iwatched the thick berry vines grow slowly but steadily, right in front of me. Though I wasn’t doing anything to make them grow, I could feel the flow of my magic and energy moving into the ground and plants around me.
I willed it to stop moving, but it didn’t.
The fuzzy purple berries were already nearly the size of my fists, but they could still get bigger.
My backside was aching after an hour on the rotting, uneven log that functioned as a bench. My ankles and wrists throbbed too, thanks to the rough rope tying them to said bench.
“Take me back to my prison,” I told the man behind me. The sharp tip of his massive steel sword was pressed lightly to the center of my back.
His name was Runo, and his weapon was an attempt at overcompensating for his lacking manhood. I knew from past experience that cracking a joke about it would only lead to him actually cutting me with the damn thing, so I didn’t bring it up.
“You stay until Fina gives the word,” Runo argued. After a long, long pause, he added, “And your home is not a prison. We’ve been very generous.”
Fina.
My dear, dear mother.
The lovely woman who had shut me in a tower on the day of my thirteenth birthday, after I woke up in a room full of flowers, fruits, and vegetables. It had been nine years since then, and I still hadn’t managed to free myself.
“A home you’re not allowed to leave is a prison, Runo.” I continued staring at the berries, willing them with every ounce of effort tojust stop growing. It failed, of course. “And if you were really generous, I’d be able to leave this damned town. We both know you’re not going to kill me, so put the sword away. Everyone would starve without me at this point.”
And I was twisted enough that I’d laugh all the way to their graves if they did. A town that would lock me up to save itself the effort of growing its own plants or creating its own goods didn’t deserve my pity.
Of course, that was only one of my controversial opinions. None of which had ever done a single good thing for me.
I was still a prisoner.
