Bone Crier's Moon (Bone Grace #1)(107)

I run for the open hatch.

“Wait!” Cas yells, chasing after me. “We need to exercise caution!”

“There’s no time!”

My mother is trying to make my sister kill her amouré.

But it isn’t Bastien.





50


Ailesse


MY MOTHER’S BROW ARCHES AT my defiance. “It is a full moon, Ailesse, and here we are on a soul bridge. True, you could kill Bastien anywhere, but this is more fitting, don’t you think? You can do what you meant to do when you first laid eyes on him.”

“Mother, I can’t . . .” My chest seizes up. I’m desperate to get Bastien away from her. “I didn’t know him then. I didn’t love him.”

“Love cannot always matter,” she snaps, but her expression flickers with pain.

My teeth set on edge. “When does love ever matter to you?”

“You think I do not love you?”

“I know it. I understand what love is now.” I meet Bastien’s eyes. They overflow with concern—for me, not himself, because that’s who he is.

My mother’s gaze thins. “I have loved deeply, child. I have sacrificed dearly for it. Why do you think—?” Her voice breaks. She swallows to compose herself. “I never wanted you to suffer as I have. I’ve done my best to protect you.”

Protect me? She abandoned me. Her heart is glacier-cold. I’ve fought in vain all my life to thaw it. “If you really love me, you wouldn’t ask me to kill my amouré.”

“You should have never had an amouré. That is what I am trying to set right.”

I shake my head in disbelief. She thinks I don’t deserve love? “Let Bastien go, Mother. Honor my choice. You were once given yours when you met my father.”

She bristles. “Your father was never the man I loved.”

Her words are shards of ice in my chest. “What?” All my limbs go rigid as a sparkle of red at her neck catches my eye. A ruby lodged in the beak of a bird skull. I’ve seen that necklace once before. The memory tears across my mind.

Two years ago . . . my mother on the floor of her chamber beside a golden chest . . . a letter open on her lap—and the necklace pressed to her lips. I’d never seen her cry before, and it frightened me.

Now as I stare at her, my chest heaves with anger, even while my heart feels like it’s shrinking. She holds Bastien in a shaft of moonlight on the bridge. I don’t want her anywhere near him—or me. “You betrayed my father?”

She lowers her brows and jerks Bastien closer. He hisses as the knife bites his skin. “Kill him, Ailesse,” she demands. “You cannot let your love for him destroy you, too.”

My eyes burn. “You would really ask that of me after what you’ve done?”

“What does my past have to do with what’s required of you?”

“It has everything to do with it! You’ve broken the rules of what we hold most sacred, and now you expect me to keep them. You expect me to sacrifice for them—to kill the person I love—when you didn’t even love your own amouré.” Revulsion courses through me. “Your rite of passage meant nothing. You broke your oath to the gods.”

Her nostrils flare. “I have paid the price for that and more.” She looks at Tyrus’s Gate again, and her voice takes on a desperate edge. “Don’t you understand? I must revoke what never should have happened. If I’d never met your father, you would not have become my heir—or even attempted to become a Ferrier.”

“If you’d never met my father, I wouldn’t have been born.”

“But I am trying to save you, Ailesse! I have tried so very hard, for so very long, to save you.”

“I don’t know what this is really about, but don’t pretend it’s me.”

Her eyes narrow. “I do not have time for this. Kill him!” She rattles Bastien, and his jaw muscle tenses.

My body flushes fiery hot, then cold. The drums of Tyrus’s siren song beat louder. I shake as I struggle to drown them out. I glance at Bastien’s father’s weapon. “That isn’t even a ritual knife.”

“No.” My mother withdraws another knife from a hidden sheath in her dress. “But this is.”

I gasp. For one terrible moment I fear she’s going to stab Bastien herself. Then I remember she can’t. She wouldn’t. It would kill me. Still, my pulse won’t stop racing.

She lifts her chin high. “Show me your strength, Ailesse. You have prepared all your life to become a Ferrier. You always knew this would be the price.” She extends the bone knife to me while she keeps Bastien’s father’s knife fast against his back. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. “I have made my choices and suffered the consequences. You still have a chance for peace. Trust me, child. It will break your heart less to kill him now than to wait any longer.”

Terrible pressure bears down on me. My legs quake harder as I look into Bastien’s beautiful eyes. Loving him will lead to my death. I’ve always known that. Just like he knew loving me would do the same to him. He gives me a slight nod, asking me to save myself.

How can I?

The melody of the siren song resonates softer now, gentler. I hear its secret voice. You have another choice, Ailesse. You could come to me first. Bastien will follow you. He will die when you do, and the two of you can be together in my kingdom.