Chapter 64
Chapter Sixty-Four
Roremar
The world came to a screeching halt. The quickest wave of relief washed through him because someone finally said the words he’d been holding in.
But it was instantly drowned by panic.
Roremar was laid bare, the secret he’d spent his entire life concealing flayed open. The wounds he’d never healed raw and bloodied. A piece of damn meat for the leaders in this room and the people of Lyra beyond the doors.
Emmeline went on, “The Fate of Chaos and Revelry is the one who has been killing the women tied to Anphrosia. And he has been using Roremar to do it.” Her hazel eyes flashed with understanding. Like the guilt Roremar had been feeling ever since he first put the pieces together weighed on her, too.
The room was in uproar, the officials all clamoring to get their questions out.
“What are you saying?”
“The Fates don’t walk this realm.”
“Dryvius has been dead for an eternity.”
He couldn’t find it in him to answer their questions, didn’t know who was shouting what. All he could do was look at Emmeline, a thousand unspoken stories they were meant to tell the stars passing between them. One by one, he watched them wink out of existence.
Do you want me to be the one to say it? Her stare asked him.
He shook his head. He had to do it. It was his responsibility, and he’d failed at so many others.
“My Fate tie,” Roremar choked out, and the room fell silent. In his mind, he said goodbye to Emmeline DeLeoste forever. Because she might not grasp what this was about to do, but he did.
Fates, he wished he could have one more night with her. To damn all their rules and fully worship her as she deserved. To tell her all the things he’d been thinking, the dreams he’d told the stars while she slept.
But fate was a fickle bitch, and his was the bleakest of all. He didn’t know why—why him out of everyone—but he supposed that was a question he could ask the Spirits later.
He cleared his throat and said, “My Fate tie is the Fate of Chaos and Revelry.”