Not again.“Please no,” she whispered.But the man didn’t even balk at her whispered words. He just came for her. His first hit was clean, right to her temple. Her vision blurred and wavered. Everything swam. The second knocked into her stomach, and the air whooshed out of her lungs.She coughed and sputtered, spitting blood on the“Rahllins,” a man said, stepping in the room and momentarily halting the beating.“You dare interrupt!”“It’s just that the delivery to Black House was interrupted.”Black House. Maya swallowed down blood, just thinking about the name of the haunted mansion. What could possibly be delivered there?Clare growled. “You stay here and work on the interrogation. I’ll deal with them.”Clare stormed from the room, ignoring Fordham’s shouts of protest. The weasel-faced man stepped inside. For a moment, Maya thought he might be better than having Clare, the vicious snake, but she was wrong.“Now, why did the Society send you?” he asked, dragging over a stool and sta
“This way,” he said and then charged down the hallway.She followed after him, peeking her head into doorways. Everyone they passed was crumpled and unconscious. They didn’t have to fight a single soul as they fled the building.They both halted when they exited and saw the sun rising bright on the horizon.“The tournament,” Fordham gasped.“Shit,” Maya spat.“We’ll have to run back to the arena.”“Can you make it?” she asked him, gesturing to his side.“I’ll have to,” he said with fierce determination. “Where the hell are we?”Maya assessed their surroundings and then shook her head. “I’m not sure exactly. Still north valley. They must have moved us to a more secure location. But we mountain just have to follow the mountain.”She pointed to Draco Mountain looming in the distance. Far, far in the distance.Fordham straightened his shoulders and took off at a jog. She could hear him wheezing as she followed after him. Broken rib. If not multiple. Under no circumstances should he be run
She opened her mouth to argue, but Maya gasped, cutting her off.Darrid of Herasi, the competitor that Fordham had humiliated in the last task, was sneaking up on Fordham from behind as he dug through one of the boxes on the platform. Fordham stood, a look of triumph on his face as he slid the third piece of his medallion into place. Then Darrid was there. And just like in her vision, everything fell apart.A shove, a scream, hands reaching out.And then Fordham was free-falling toward the arena water below.His body moved past one, two, three platforms. His momentum carrying him faster and faster and faster toward that impending water. The water that would push him out of the tournament forever.Maya could hear cheers and boos from the stands. Some who were mad that Darrid had pushed Fordham. Others who were delighted to see the prince of the House of Shadows fall. But she was focused on him soaring through the air. He had no magic. He couldn’t buffer his fall. He couldn’t slow himse
That night, five years ago, when she had been beaten in the alley and had her first vision, her magic had exploded like that as well. She had been the one to knock out the Fae who were going to kill her. And all along, Dozan had let her believe that he had saved her. That she’d been about to die and he’d killed everyone to keep them from hurting her. Dozan… who had never done anything magnanimous in his entire life. Now, she knew the truth. He’d done it because she had power… power that even she didn’t know what it was or how to control it. And then she had been stupid enough to tell him about her vision that night.“What is it?” Theo asked, reading her face all too well.“Nothing,” she said with a shake of her head. “But we have to go to Black House.”Maya cringed even saying the words. She knew what Theo response would be, but it was her only lead from the weapons deal. Her only chance to find out who the assassinTheo paled. “You can’t go in there, Red.”“Well, not until Fordham is
I covet you,” he said baldly.She laughed at him. “You want my powers. Nothing more. I’m just another instrument of the king of the Wastes.”“Is that so bad?” he asked, closing the distance once more. His hand came up under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Is it so bad to be wanted? For your powers, for exactly who you are, Maya? I don’t want you to be anything else. You don’t have to change for me. You can be as brilliant as you are, right here, with me.”His lips dipped down toward hers, but she wrenched back before he could finish. She was not going to fall helplessly into Dozan Rook’s arms. She didn’t want to play thatShe slapped him across the face—hard. “Don’t you dare presume to kiss me.”He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I do love your fight.”“You lied to me. You want to use me. You’re a scoundrel and an asshole.”“I am what I am, Maya,” he whispered her name like a prayer, holding his hands out in front of him.“I’m done,” she spat at him. “I’m just done. The
She nodded, but otherwise, she didn’t move. He stepped forward until they were mere inches apart. His hands came to rest on her shoulders. The heat from his body melted the hold that had been on her from the… spirits. She sank into his touch, pressing herself into his chest and clutching her still-frigid hands to his shirt.She felt him tense all over at her abrupt embrace. Then his hand came down around her and held her against him.“It’s all right. We’ve both had a long couple of days.”“Thank you for coming with me,” she whispered. “I know I… accused you of having ulterior motives last night, but…”“It’s fine,” he said.“It’s not. If I don’t want people to judge me for being a half-Fae, I shouldn’t judge people for things they can’t control.”She tilted her head up to look into those big gray eyes. His flicked between her eyes and then her mouth and back. Her heart stuttered in her chest for a whole new reason. She watched the calculation in his mind. The pull that she could no lon
“You favor your left side,” he said simply. “I know that because I know you.”“Okay,” she croaked, rising to her feet again. “Know your enemy. Got it. But how can I do that if I don’t know my opponent?”Fordham picked back up where he’d left off, and she reluctantly followed him. Though she was more on guard this time. This was a lesson, not basic footwork.“If you don’t know your opponent,” he told her, “then you rely on your training. You must understand how others fight, all the potential ways they could attack you, have a mental dictionary of ways that an opponent could hurt you. Then, you train every one of those mistakes out of you.”Maya slid into the next movement, considering what he’d said. “You’re going to train my mistakes out of me?”“Yes and no. I’m going to train every mistake out of you. So that when an assassin comes at you again, you aren’t surprised when they jump out of the shadows.” He finished the last sequence and let the sword drop to his side.This time, when
“We should go,” Fordham said, reading her mood.“Yes, I think so.”Darkness had truly fallen in the village, but no one would be the wiser. Street performers had come out to dance and sing and play music. Taverns were open, and customers sprawled out onto the steps. A dance had started in the intersection to Painters Row. Merriment was had all around.“I never knew anything like this existed,” Fordham admitted as they passed row after row of dancers.“Is the House of Shadows so different? No dancing? No music?”His eyes grew distant. “There is music and dancing, but it’s not like this. We have been closed off in our world for a thousand years. No one leaves, and only humans dare to cross our borders—and most do it by accident. We have made our own city our own realm.”“That sounds isolating,” she admitted. Though she did not ask the question she wanted to know—how exactly had he gotten out?“It likely helps that the majority of us do not know any different,” he admitted. “They have no