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“Carry?” It was a question that could never be answered, she pressed her lips together, the slightest of shakes pressing against my hands as Batian snarled from behind me.
“Oh, get on with it! Or I’ll do it and make you both hurt.”
He would, of that I had no question.
“I love you, Aeinya,” Carry whispered as I grabbed the knife. I held that vile snake head in my hand, the carved teeth digging into my palm.
“I love you, Carry. Always.” The words were lost in the sob. I lifted my hand, never taking my eyes from hers as I slid the blade over her neck, pushing the blade hard and deep.
I didn’t see her fall to the ground through the blood that sprayed over me, through the scream that ripped from my mouth. I didn’t even care about the thrum of power that was everywhere in me now. I didn't want it, not without Carry. I felt nothing through the sobs that racked my body, not the cold hands that gripped me and dragged me toward the bed.
Dragging me away from my last shard of humanity.
Chapter 53
Vaelar
“What in the seven hells did you do, brother?” Ryndle was snarling, that was clear, even without my Fae sight. Although he was moving fast enough and yelling loud enough that I didn’t need to see him regardless.
He was furious, and I didn’t blame him.
Inside, I was panicking, not that I let that show. I simply stood against the backside of the temple where I had told him I would meet him after the light came. After the moment that we had all been working through lifetimes to achieve. Although, this wasn’t the after that any of us had planned.
“I have done nothing, Ryndle. You know as well as I do that I do not control the lines of fate.”
“Bullshit!” He snapped as he reached me. I was actually surprised he didn’t hit me with how he was fuming. “You have tugged on those strings enough that we all know who truly is playing the game. No more, Vaelar. Nothing is as we were told. They didn’t fight. They didn’t die. They were supposed to die and go to the sister to return when promised. They are not dead.”
The panic I was attempting to restrain rose again, bile rising right with it. So many centuries, so many years hoping for this moment, playing for it, sacrificing for it, knowing what was coming… and it had all fallen apart.
“I know.” I tried to keep my voice level, still ignoring that panic that was everywhere.
“You know? What kind of answer is that, Vaelar?” He waited for an answer. I could only stare, I always had an answer. But now, in this horror, I had none. “Useless! You're useless!”
“That is no way to speak to your King,” I gave him the same warning I had given him hundreds of times before, and the same one he ignored. As he usually did, he gave me a look before throwing up his hands and turning with a growl, only then did I see the long wicked blades he had strapped to his back.
The same one that had given me the scar that now ran the length of my face.
“Are those…?” I thought I had felt dread before. My head was suddenly pounding with it.
“Yes. He didn’t take them, and now they are blood bound–”
“Blood bound?” I pushed myself off the wall.
A blood binding was usually reserved only for Fae, part of the sacred rituals for mates. But, left in the hands of the Lynar for centuries, that tradition had become twisted, used more to fuse souls and power now.
I had foolishly thought that this could not get any worse. Truly.
Well, that was until I saw Lyani beelining right for us, her ears out as she stormed her way over, the clouds already brewing far overhead as her magic sparked.
“Hello, sister,” I tried to sound pleasant, but the words were knocked from my mouth as her fist made contact with my jaw. Well, at least one of my siblings had the wherewithal to strike me.
Pain lashed through my jaw as she sent me back into the wall, the tang of blood filling my mouth. No wonder her ears were out, she wanted to hit me with her full strength.
Great, three Fae out in the open. The priestesses had worked for years to keep us hidden, and to protect the entrance of our home, but having three of us out in the open like this was dangerous. Even if Dalyah had left in her line of wagons and carriages hours before, there would still be traces, she could still send her Syphers to track us down.
Which would be even more dangerous now that we had sent the most powerful of that kind right into her clutches.
“What have you done, Vaelar!” she shouted, already pulling her fist back before Ryndle grabbed her arm. “You promised me he would be safe! Safe with the sister! Not bound and locked away in the Runturin! How did this happen?”
