Scarred(Never After #2)(46)

He chuckles. “To me, little Sara B., you’ll always be a child.”

Smiling at him, I pick up my tea, letting the hot water scald my tongue as I sip from the cup, wondering how smart he’d think I was if he knew I spent my time dreaming of dark corners and dangerous princes.

Uncle Raf’s grin drops, his eyes sparking as he leans forward. “Your father would be very proud of you. And every single person with Faasa blood running through their veins deserves to pay for what they’ve done.”

I nod. A heavy ball of sorrow surges into my throat until I can hardly breathe around the ache, and the weight of responsibility bears down on me in a way I haven’t felt since before arriving in Saxum.

I let myself get distracted.

It won’t happen again.





CHAPTER 25





Tristan





“Most of you already know that tomorrow evening is the engagement ball for my brother and his bride.”

Boos ring out from the sneering faces inside the tavern, and someone spits on the ground in obvious disgust.

I bring up my hand, picking at a fingernail as I sigh. “They will most likely not expect me to show. But we all know how much I enjoy doing the unexpected.”

Laughs trickle through the room.

“We’re on the cusp of a new dawn; one where you aren’t limited based on circumstance. Where you aren’t thrown to the lions because you’re a little different.”

I pause, my gaze meeting the eyes in the crowd, feeling the blaze burn through them as surely as if it was licking against my skin. “The king has gone mad, although he wishes for no one to know.” My lips pull back from my teeth. “But I know.”

“Why can’t we just storm the castle now?” a young woman in the front screeches, her stringy hair falling in her sunken face. “We have the numbers!”

Rumbles spread through the crowd. I raise a hand in the air, silencing them. “I understand the plight. But instant gratification rarely satisfies the need, and my desire, with your help, is to ensure freedom for us all. Ending Michael’s reign is not enough.”

“But if he dies, the crown belongs to you!” she presses, her fist smacking her other hand. “Where it belongs.”

“That’s true, and it will look extraordinary upon my head.” I smile. “But our end goal is much greater than just me.”

I reach down, lifting up the hem of my tunic until it exposes my chest, showcasing the fresh tattoo, still tender from where the ink pushed into my skin. It’s of a hyena; teeth bared and spit dropping from its mouth, perched on top of bones, and flames reflected in its dark eyes.

Together we rule, divided we fall is scrawled underneath.

“I know most of you despise the name hyena. And who could blame you? Filthy, they say. Disgusting. Uncouth.”

The faces in the crowd grow dark, scowls marring their features, and heavy energy wafts through the room from their tangible anger.

“But power only lies in the hands of those who we let have it,” I continue, dropping my shirt and walking back and forth across the raised platform. “It’s time for us to take our power back.”

I meet the stare of the woman with her idiotic questions, shocks of pleasure surging through my veins when I see the admiration in her eyes. She shoots to her feet before dropping to both knees, bowing before me. Just the way I like it.

“They call us feral animals?” I stop pacing, a grin creeping along my face. “We’ll give them so much worse.”

Mugs slam on tables, a steady cheer growing like a tidal wave.

“For now, feast on the provisions I’ve brought. Go home with full bellies and kiss your families good night, knowing you’ve chosen to be on the right side of history.”

Plates of food are carried from the back area of the tavern and placed on the tables, people scrambling to grab their share.

I step off the platform, weaving my way through the benches until I reach the back corner where Edward stands, his jaw set and his eyes wild; most likely still recovering from the psychological ramifications of the punishment he received. His new woman leans against his front, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“You’ve done well, Sheina, bringing food from the castle,” I say when I reach them.

She inclines her head. “Thank you, sire.”

“Did Paul give you any issues?”

“Not at all.” She smiles, her eyes leaving mine and scanning over the tables of everyone surrounding us, no doubt taking in the rail-thin frames of people shoveling bread and beans into their mouths.

“They eat like it’s their first meal in days,” she says.

I place my hands in my pockets, my thumb brushing against the rough edge of my matchbox. “For most of them it is.”

“What you’re doing here…” Her eyes grow glassy as she meets my stare. “You’re very different from what they say.”

Edward’s arms stiffen around her waist. It’s subtle, but I catch the movement, filing it away for later.

I smirk down at the girl, unable to decide if she’s too naive or stupid—or maybe she’s already forgotten that I threatened to let the town rape her while I killed everyone she loved.

Either way, her words strike a chord. One that sits in the center of my gut, its reverberation vibrating through every part of me until the echoes make me ill. I lean in. “I am everything they say, and many things they don’t.”