The Dark Calling (The Arcana Chronicles #5)(105)

Then I recalled that my steed was dead. Turn your mind from that scene, from the guilt.

Jack asked me, “You never get, uh, claustrophobic in here?”

He had no idea. “Just try not to think about the decomposing corpse I scavenged the suit from.”

He muttered, “Beck moi tchew.” Bite my ass.

Reminded of his drawl, I said, “The Empress can talk over you, but you’ll need an approximation of my accent. Say the word silence as I might.”

“Saylanss.”

I stopped myself from cringing. “Enunciate the syllables, mortal.”

She added, “And sound more arrogant. As if you never make mistakes.” I stiffened at that, and she noticed. “I’m not giving commentary, but you do usually sound infallible.”

“Infallible?” Choking back my frustration, I managed a harsh laugh. “I killed my parents, my unborn sibling, and nearly my wife and son. Infallible and I aren’t in the same realm.” I regretted the words as soon as I’d uttered them. The Empress wasn’t the only one having difficulty governing her emotions.

She softly said, “Aric, don’t.”

Assuming a brisk demeanor, I said, “We’ll spend the next hour practicing some catchphrases. You can get used to the armor and the swords at the same time.”





Another mile beneath my boots. Wolves howled from the castle, preparing for a hunt. Still time! I powered up a mountain rise, fingers digging into the snow . . . .





Before she and Jack set off, I told him, “I am entrusting everything I love to you, mortal.” I would be doing something so much harder than riding in to save the day. I’d be letting go. Depending on another. A rival.

“And I’ll handle it, Reaper. But I want it noted that you once told me you’d never need my help.”

“I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything.”

With a nod, he continued to the truck, giving me a moment alone with my wife.

I told her, “Be your magnificent self. At any cost.”

She gazed up at me from under a shining lock of hair. So beautiful, she pained me. “Aric, if I don’t succeed, you’ll have to win the game.”

“I know I have no right to ask anything of you. But imagine what the next centuries would be like if you do not seize a victory. Could any man withstand such guilt and loss for one lifetime, much less several? I am relying on you to fight hard and prevail. I am expecting you to slay our adversary.”

The pulse point in her throat fluttered. Nervousness about the upcoming battle? Or my nearness?

“I believe in you, love.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, knowing it would be our last kiss.

She allowed it, which made my heart thunder . . . .





Running headlong, I spied the boundary’s glow in the distance.

The need to charge into that fray blistered me inside. I didn’t crave the Hanged Man’s false sense of clarity—I craved fighting for my family.

I felt as if my entire endless existence had led up to this. As I ran, I clenched my fists impotently. Please, gods, let her prevail.

How many times had I clenched my fists because I couldn’t touch? Now I couldn’t even kill—the one thing I’d been born to do.





51


The Empress





“Evie, now!” Jack yelled, his voice distorted behind Aric’s helmet.

As I slipped from my bindings—the noose—Paul’s expression twisted.

That light behind his head flared. “You can’t kill me.” He still held the other end of the rope.

“This is for Finn, you asshole!” With a wave of my hand, I commanded the noose to strike. Like a serpent, the length shot up his body, coiling around his neck.

“Nooo!” His fingers clutched the rope, digging in between the hemp and his skin.

Finn’s icon was stark on his right hand. I’d barely kept up my damsel-in-distress act when I’d first seen it.

Wolves howled, answering his scream. They were inside the castle!

When Lark had first blown our cover, Jack had run for the door and slammed it closed, locking it.

What sounded like a stampede headed this way. Our plan depended on Paul’s quick demise. Could I take him out before those animals swarmed the study? Before Gabriel returned? I’d been stunned by his menacing new size.

Gritting my teeth, I tightened Paul’s noose. His eyes bulged and his glowing light flickered, but he still fought me.

Jack raised one of Aric’s borrowed swords, positioning himself between me and the door. “They’re coming, Evie!” Wolf claws clattered in the hallway.

Tighter, tighter. But Paul remained on his feet, grappling against my hold. His face was purple. Veins jutted in his neck and forehead.

He made unintelligible sounds, his eyes pleading. Vessels burst across the white. Why wouldn’t he die? With each moment, I was weakening.

What if the noose didn’t work? As I kept up the pressure, I tried to muster spores . . . .

Nothing. I’d only weakened myself.

Growls sounded from the hall just before the door bowed. Surely they couldn’t break through—

In a rush of splinters, the wolves tore at the wood, ripping out chunks with their fangs.