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Her golden eyes slid to Ruhn’s, and he could have sworn pure fire pulsed through him—
He quickly looked away.
Sathia asked Bryce, “What if you don’t find the answers you seek?”
“Then we’re fucked,” Bryce said plainly, and finally laid her palm flat against the doors to the archives. A shudder seemed to go through the metal.
On a groan, the doors swung inward, revealing nothing but sunlight-dappled gloom beyond. Ruhn swapped glances with Dec, whose brows were high at the display of submission from the building. But Bryce breezed through, Athalar and Baxian on her heels.
“So you really intend to go into the Cave of Princes?” Sathia asked Bryce as they entered the dim space.
“I know my female presence will probably cause the caves to collapse from sheer outrage,” Bryce said, voice echoing off the massive dome above them, “but yes.”
Ruhn snickered and peered up at the dome. It was a mosaic of onyx stones, interrupted by bits of opal and diamond—stars. A crescent moon of pure nacre occupied the apex of it, gleaming in the dimness. Eerily similar to the Ocean Queen’s sharp nails.
Sathia trailed Bryce and asked softly, “And—that’s really it? The knife?”
“Shocking, I know,” Bryce said. “Party girl bearing the prophesied—”
“No,” Sathia said. “I wasn’t thinking that.”
Bryce paused, turning, and Ruhn knew Athalar was monitoring every word, every move from Sathia as Flynn’s sister clarified, “I was thinking about what it means. Not just in regard to the Asteri and your conflict with them. But what it means for the Fae.”
“Whole lot of nothing,” Flynn snorted.
“We were told our people would be united with the return of that knife,” Sathia countered sharply. Her tone gentled as she asked Bryce, “Is that part of … whatever plan you have? To unite the Fae?”
Bryce surveyed the rows and rows of shelves and said coldly, “The Fae don’t deserve to be united.”
Even Ruhn froze. He’d never thought about what Bryce might do as leader, but …
“Come on, Quinlan,” Athalar said, slinging his arm around her shoulders and decisively changing the subject, “let’s get to exploring.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bryce muttered. “I suppose it’s too much to hope for a digital catalog here, so … I guess we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way.” She pointed ahead, to the entire wall taken up by a card catalog. “Look for any mention of the sword and knife, anything about the mists guarding this place, Pelias and Helena … Maybe even stuff about the earliest days of Avallen, either during the First Wars or right after.”
“That is … a lot to look for,” Flynn said.
“Bet you’re wishing you’d learned to read,” Sathia trilled, striding for the catalog.
“I can read!” Flynn sulked. Then mumbled, “It’s just boring.”
Ruhn snorted, and the sound was echoed nearby—Lidia.
Again, that look between them. Ruhn said a shade awkwardly to her, “We should get cracking.”
A catalog that massive could take days to comb through. Especially since there was no librarian or scholar in sight. Come to think of it, the entire place had an air of neglect. Emptiness. The castle did, too, as well as the small city and surrounding lands.
It had all seemed so mysterious, so strange when he’d come here decades ago: the famed misty isle of Avallen. Now he could only think of Cormac, growing up in the gloom and quiet. All that fire, dampened by this place.
And yet he’d loved his people—wanted to do right by them. By everyone on Midgard, too.
There had to be something good here, if Cormac had come out of it. Ruhn just couldn’t for the life of him figure out what.
The Fae don’t deserve to be united.
Bryce’s words hung in the air, as if they still echoed off the dome above. And Ruhn didn’t know why, but as the words settled into the darkness … they made him sad.
After a few tense minutes, Declan declared, “Well, this is interesting.”
