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Nesta gestured with her blade to the dark path ahead. Bryce could have sworn the sword sang through the air. “So lead on.”
“You won’t stop me?”
Nesta sheathed the sword down her back with enviable grace. “We’re trapped down here. We might as well see what lies ahead.”
It was a better reaction than Bryce could have hoped for. Especially from the Fae.
With a shrug, Bryce walked into the dark, one eye on the female at her side. And prayed Urd knew where she was leading them.
7
Lidia carried the crystal bubble containing the Queen of the Fire Sprites through the dim halls, Irithys’s flame splashing gold upon the marble floors and walls.
She said nothing to the sprite—not with all the cameras mounted throughout the Asteri’s palace. Irithys didn’t seem to care. She rested on the bottom of the orb with her legs folded serenely. After several long minutes, though, the sprite said, “The dungeons aren’t this way.”
“And you’re so familiar with the layout of this place?”
“I have a keen memory,” the queen said flatly, her long hair floating above her head in a twirl of yellow flame. “I need only see something once to remember it. I recall the entire walk down here to the mystics in perfect detail.”
A helpful gift. But Lidia said, “We’re not going to the dungeons.”
From the corner of her eye, she noted Irithys peering at her. “But you told Rigelus—”
“It has been a long while since you left your bubble … and used your powers.” Whatever embers were left with the halo’s constraints. “I think it wise that we warm you up a bit before the main event.”
“What do you mean?” the queen demanded, flame shifting to a wary orange, but Lidia said nothing as she unlocked an unmarked iron door on a quiet lower level. Lidia offered up silent thanks to Luna that her hands didn’t shake as she reached for the handle, the gold-and-ruby ring on her finger shimmering in Irithys’s light.
Between one breath and the next, Lidia buried that part of her that begged to distant gods, the part that doubted. She became still and flat, expression as undisturbed as the surface of a forgotten forest pool.
The door creaked open to reveal a table, a chair in front of it, and on the other side of the table, chained with gorsian shackles, an imperial hag.
The hag lifted baleful, yellow-tinged eyes to Lidia as the Hind shut the door behind her. Those eyes lowered to the bubble, the Sprite Queen glowing orange inside it.
Lidia slid into the chair across from the prisoner, setting the sprite’s crystal on the table between them as if it were no more than a handbag. “Thank you for meeting me, Hilde.”
“I had no choice in the matter,” the hag rasped, her thinning white hair glimmering like strands of wispy moonlight. A wretched, twisted creature, but one of hidden beauty. “Ever since your dogs arrested me on trumped-up charges—”
“You were found in possession of a comm-crystal known to be used by Ophion rebels.”
“I never saw that crystal in all my life,” Hilde snapped, shards of brown teeth glinting. “Someone framed me.”
“Yes, yes,” Lidia said, waving a hand. Irithys watched every movement, still that alert shade of orange. “You can plead your case before Rigelus.”
The imperial hag had the good sense to look nervous. “Then why are you here?”
Lidia smirked at Irithys. “To warm you up.”
The Sprite Queen caught her meaning, and simmered into a deep, threatening red.
But the hag let out a hacking laugh. She still wore her imperial uniform, the crest of the Republic frayed over her sagging breasts. “I’ve got nothing to tell you, Lidia.”
Lidia crossed one leg over the other. “We’ll see.”
Hilde hissed, “You think yourself so mighty, so untouchable.”
“Is this the part where you tell me you’ll have your revenge?”
“I knew your mother, girl,” the hag snapped.
