“Thank you, Master Bastian.” She demurely lowered her lashes. “I appreciate you coming to speak with me.”“Please, let me know if there is anything that I can do.”She nodded and suddenly wondered if there was something that he could do. Not here or right now. But later, when she put a plan together. Perhaps Bastian’s kindness could be beneficial. She would put him in her back pocket like a card in Dragons Up.Bastian tipped his head at her and then disappeared back into the crowd.Maya had had enough of the party. She dropped her drink off on a nearby table and then stepped lightly onto the balcony. The summer heat had dipped uncharacteristically cold while still hanging on to every ounce of humidity. It wasn’t a good combination. But it did mean that the balcony was unattended. Or so she had thought.Her feet stilled when she found Fordham Ollivier leaning his elbows against the railing and staring wistfully out into the city beyond.“What are you doing here?” she asked.He slowly t
Then, perhaps,” a voice said, stepping in silkily, “we should take this upstairs.”Maya glared at Dozan. How did he just materialize out of nothing? Had he known the second she stalked into the Wastes that she was here? Or was it before then, when she’d left the ceremony? How far did his little spies go?“Dozan,” Clover said, going pale. She bowed her head slightly. “Of course, we’ll follow you.”Dozan’s gaze swept the room. “Nothing to see here. Continue.”Just like that, the rope snapped. Everyone went back to their games and drinks and fondling. It was as if nothing had happened at all.Maya was still furious. And her fury went deeper than how stupid Clover had been, but it was the only thing that she could fix.Dozan arched an eyebrow at her. “Shall we?”She huffed and then strode away. Upstairs meant Dozan’s office, and she had been there enough times to know the way. She didn’t want to sit back and wait for him to escort her. But he kept an easy pace with her anyway.“This cloak
“You have possession of all four elements. You are an excellent dragon rider. The dragons love you. And you have… your visions,” she added simply. “Any tribe—every tribe—should be clamoring to get your attention, but they aren’t.”“Because I’m half-Fae,” she whispered.“No,” Helly said sharply with a shake of her head. “No, that’s not why. Don’t ever think that. Because you’ve done such a good job at hiding how accomplished you are, everyone underestimates you. It’s a very safe position to be in.”“It’s not safe; it’s suicide,” she croaked. “If I’m not a member of a tribe, then I don’t become a citizen, Helly. I don’t get my own life. I don’t get to escape what my father did to me!”And there it was. Her entire life and fears laid out before them like a raw, bleeding wound.Helly reached forward and pressed her hands to her trembling fingertips. “What Kivrin did to you was wrong, Maya,” she murmured. “I am certain he deeply regrets what happened. If you wish to return to Bryonica, the
“Choose air,” she told him with as much determination as possible.“If any of this is true and I can only have one, then it should be fire.”“Air,” she repeated.Her pulse weakened. She could feel herself barely holding on. But she needed to tell him the last part. She needed to tell him about the knife.“Princeling…”He rolled his eyes. “You should rest. Something more irritating than normal has happened to your head.” He rose to his feet. “I have a tournament to get to, and if I’m late, I won’t be able to compete.”“Wait,” she whispered. Then slightly louder. “Fordham, please.”He stopped for a brief second at the sound of his full name. But then he strode out of the room.Gods, no. She needed to…She knew what she needed, but the exhaustion and magic depravation took her first. And the darkness claimed her.Maya awoke in the dark on a hard pallet. She cracked open her eyes and looked around the room in confusion. She blinked to adjust to the dim light coming in from the cracked doo
With a wistful sigh, Amaya strode up to the attendant beside the master of ceremonies. The attendant nodded gratefully and handed the slip of paper to his master.Maya backed out of the room as the master of ceremonies wove an elaborate speech about where the teams and contestants had finished on the first day of the tournament. She wanted to escape before the crowds. But just as she exited the cool beauty of the top box, another person darted out of it.“Maya!”She turned back and found Amber waiting there on the top step. “Amber, what are you doing?”But her eyes were wide with concern. “I couldn’t find you after you left to speak with Helly. I didn’t know what had happened to you.”“I’m fine, Amber,” she said as her friend flung herself into her arms. “I’m right here. I’m working with the tournament.”Amber pulled back and swallowed. “Good. I’m glad you’re safe. Have you seen Marc? Was he with you?”“Amber? No, why would he be? Wasn’t he packing to go with Kenris?”“That’s what I t
Fordham’s eyes shuttered at that. Everything in him went very, very still. “What friend?”“Why would you care?”“Is he about this tall?” Fordham asked, gesturing to a height slightly shorter than his. “Brown hair, tan skin, a little annoying, pompous, self-righteous.”“You’re one to talk, you know,” she chided.“Is it him? The one who follows you?”Maya stopped her jest at those words“Yes… that’s Marc. But… how do you know?”“Because he followed you out of the party last night.”“What?” she gasped.Her heart beat furiously. She hadn’t even seen him. Normally, she noticed him tracking her. But she hadn’t even felt him. Had she been that far into her own head, or had he gotten lost?For the first time, she wondered if perhaps something had happened to Lyam rather than he was just missing.For a moment, Marc was disoriented as she burst into her rooms. Everything in her life had looked almost exactly the same since she arrived in the House of Dragons. Two twin beds with a chest of drawe
Someone had arranged him with his arms wrapped over his chest. His eyes closed, his face serene, his body limp and ready to return to the earth. It didn’t even look like Marc.Though maybe a touch more than when she had snuck into the depths of the mountain to where they kept him in a cold place to prevent rot. The very thought shuddered through her as her teeth chattered, the deeper she crept. She was glad that she hadn’t asked Amber or Aurora to come with her. They’d never have made it this far. She hoped to find a clue, to find anything to tell her why this had happened.But when she got there, she looked down at the body—his skin waxy, his lips blue, the puncture wound deep—and she realized her folly. There was nothing here. Nothing but a wave of grief. She’d fallen to the floor and cried for hours. Marc was gone. He was really gone.Amber squeezed her hand, bringing her back to reality. Maya blinked back the weight of that grief. She had heard nothing that the man said, who was t
Fordham’s eyebrows rose. “That fact was not circulated.”“That’s because no one believes me.”“And you have proof?”She sighed and shook her head. “No, but… my gut tells me that there is nothing simple about what happened to him. He was following me out of that party, just like he’d done a dozen times before. He wasn’t stupid enough to be caught and robbed like that.”Fordham was silent for a moment before saying, “All right.”“You don’t believe me either.”“On the contrary,” he said, closing his notebook, “I’m prone to believe that there is something larger happening here.”“You are?”He leveled her with a look. “You informed me of what was going to happen in the tournament and then passed out in my bedroom.”“Right,” she said softly. “About that.”He waved it away. “My gut is also typically right. And it tells me that what you said about Marc is likely true.”Maya didn’t know why she was confiding in this broody princeling. But he was here and she found herself attracted to him and