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Even though I figured Ash wasn’t being kept within reach, the disappointment still hit me hard. “The Carcers?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“There’s a mountain range south of the City of the Gods, second only to Mount Lotho,” he said, speaking about Embris’s—the Primal of Wisdom, Loyalty, and Duty—Court. “Those are the Carcers.”
My lower lip stung as I pressed it against my upper one. “What…what are the Carcers like?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Stopping, I faced him. “I want to know.”
Something akin to respect flickered across his face. “What are mortal prisons like?”
“Terrible.”
“Imagine that, but much, much worse,” he said, and a chill hit my spine. “I believe you would only find a more forbidding locale in the Abyss.”
Gods.
The weight in my chest increased as if an unseen hand pressed upon it. He won’t be there long, I reminded myself. He won’t. I looked over at Attes, thinking about my key. “If I could get out of this cage—”
“If you were able to escape this cage, I’d take you.” Eather pulsed in his eyes. “I’d get you out of here and take you someplace safe.”
I wasn’t sure if I could trust that. “But you couldn’t take me to Nyktos, right?”
His gaze searched mine. “I wouldn’t even risk it, knowing the wards wouldn’t fail.”
“Because you’d be punished?”
“I’m not worried about me,” he replied. “I’d be more worried about what Kolis would do to you or Nyktos.”
“Right,” I murmured. There was no point in gaining Attes’s help in my escape. I was also worried about what Kolis would do in retaliation once he realized I’d left in an attempt to free Ash.
Kolis hadn’t even asked why I’d tried before. He hadn’t been surprised. I imagined it was because Sotoria had attempted to escape so many times—as he’d alluded to.
“If you’re not here to help Nyktos, then why are you here?” I asked. “To assuage your guilt?”
“My conscience is long past that.”
“Then what?” I demanded. “To tell me you’re secretly loyal to Nyktos, despite your actions?”
“I’m loyal only to the true Primal of Life.” His head cocked to the side. “That was Eythos, and now it is you. Yes, you only have two Primal embers,” he added quickly, “but that still makes you, for all intents and purposes, the true Primal of Life, as long as those embers remain inside you.”
The embers warmed in response, and I decided to ignore it. “You have a real fucked-up, unhelpful way of showing your loyalty.”
He huffed out a laugh. “You do wonders for one’s self-worth, you know that?”
“Well, what I’m about to say won’t help in that department. I think you’re a fool.” Anger thinned my voice. “I think all of you Primals are fools if you blindly serve another based on some embers or stolen titles.”
“Blindly serve?” He chuckled under his breath. “Sera—may I call you that?”
“No.”
A wider smile appeared, hinting at a dimple. “Only those destined for war serve a King or Queen simply because they carry embers or claim themselves a ruler. I would know.” He paused. “Seraphena.”
My nose scrunched. “That sounded very philosophical and nice, and I bet it made you feel clever, but in reality, you said nothing.”
“See this scar?” He pressed a forefinger to the shallow slice on his cheek. “Kolis put it there. Do you want to know why?”
Based on what little Ash had been able to tell me about Attes, and what I’d picked up on, I thought I’d be better off not knowing. That would make me a coward, though, so I nodded.
