Scarred (Never After #2)(97)

I glance around, my stomach surging into my chest as I look for Tristan, but he’s nowhere to be seen. And neither is Michael.

“Where is he?” I cry, fighting against Edward’s hold to find him.

“He’s already out of the gates, going after his brother.”

I give in then, choosing to believe him, choosing to trust that after everything, after all of this, he wouldn’t lead me astray.

So I turn, lifting my skirts, and running for my life, trying to escape the heat of the burning castle as it rages at my back.





CHAPTER 55





Tristan





Michael has always been a coward, so it isn’t surprising when he flees, forcing my battered and still healing body to chase him around the front of the castle and out to the cliff’s edge. The ocean rages against the rocks below us, and I stalk toward him, feeling for the first time in my life, as though he realizes just how powerful I am.

“They’ll never let you rule,” he sneers. “Not after this.”

I chuckle, sauntering forward as he backs up to the cliff’s edge. “After what? The fires you started, as the mad king?”

His face darkens. “They won’t believe you.”

“I think you’ll find that I can be very convincing.” I step in closer. His head swings around as he backs up another space, gravel flinging off the ledge and clacking as it bounces on the rocks on the way down.

“All these years.” I throw my hand out to my sides. “All the times you could have taken me under your wing, and made me someone who worshipped you, but instead only made me hate myself.”

“You’re so dramatic,” he scoffs.

“You had everything,” I hiss. “And all I wanted was a little bit of it too.”

His eyes grow wide, his hand slamming against his chest. “I had everything?! You must be out of your mind. Father only ever saw you. No matter what I did, it was always Tristan. You were the one he loved. I was just an obligation.”

I grit my teeth, my heart splitting in two. “You don’t get to talk about him. Not when you’re responsible for his death.”

He scoffs again. “Oh, get over yourself, brother. You’re no different from me. I killed him for the crown, and here you are killing me.”

I take another step forward and he falls back, his foot slipping out from underneath him until he stumbles and falls, his body flinging over the edge. My heart lurches violently in my chest and I rush forward, staring down at him as he dangles by his hand, his face turning red and his eyes growing wild.

“Brother,” he pleads. “Tristan. Please.”

Something implodes from the fire that rages behind me, growing closer every second to where we are. Time is of the essence, or else both of us will die in the flames. Despite that, I can’t take my eyes off him.

“This is a very precarious position we’re in, isn’t it?” I say, my eyes flickering to his hand as it grips for dear life onto the edge of the cliff. I frown. “A little anticlimactic.”

Finally, I tear my gaze away, but only when I hear Sara calling my name as she and Edward run out of the castle gates.

“Don’t turn your back on me, Tristan! Help me!” Michael screams.

I spin around and walk toward him, crouching down, my palm gripping the top of his, and my face leaning in until we’re so close I can see the fear as it swirls deep within his eyes.

“Your mistake, brother, was turning your back on me.” My nails dig into the skin of his hand. “I’d say long live the king, but we both know that would be a lie.”

And then I let go, watching his arms and legs flail, his eyes growing wide with terror as he falls, his body crashing on the rocks at the base of the cliff.

When it’s high tide, the water will rise and sweep away his remains, and we can go on, pretending as though he was never here. I blow out a deep breath, searching inside of myself for something to feel. Expecting maybe happiness, or relief, or some type of enlightenment. But all I feel is disappointment. I had hoped to torture him for what he did. But I suppose I’ll settle for taking his crown.

I spin around, the heat of the fire getting much too close for comfort, Sara and Edward both staring with wide eyes. Moving away from the cliff, I jog over to my little doe, wrapping her in my arms and slamming my mouth to hers, sucking her tongue inside of me, my hands groping anywhere they can reach, wanting to assure myself that she’s here, and she’s real, and she’s mine.

“I should kill you for making me leave you here.”

She grins against my mouth. “If we don’t move, you probably will. What were you thinking burning everything like this?”

I glance at the Saxum castle, my home for the last twenty-six years, and my family’s legacy for the last three centuries, and shrug. “They wouldn’t give you back.”





Sara B.

Against all odds, we made it.

It’s been several weeks since Michael’s death. The Queen Mother’s execution is next week, and while normally that would be news, it’s overshadowed by the Saxum fires.

They lasted for two weeks before we were able to put them out. The entire city is decimated, half of the forest is burned, and the castle itself is destroyed. But the people are resilient, and most of all desperate for a leader; someone to step in and rejuvenate their hope. Tristan slid in effortlessly after spinning a tale of his brother, the mad king, who framed him and burned down the city from insanity.