27. Rosalina
27
Rosalina
M y blood turns to ice. I try to yank my arm away, but it’s too late. My ripped dress has revealed the scar on my wrist. One I’ve been trying to hide for my entire adult life.
“Lucas,” Keldarion reads, the word laced with pure venom. “That boy who pulled you from the frozen lake? The one you loved?”
Desperately, I slap my palm over my wrist to conceal the scar. A desperate sob bubbles in my chest, and my true fear bursts out. “You must be so ashamed to have a mate who allowed someone to do this to her.”
I’m not sure how many of my words are coherent and how much is a garbled mess, but Keldarion instantly pulls me against him. “No, Rose. Do not say such things. My anger arises because I was not there to protect you.”
I wipe my eyes. “It was a long time ago.”
“Tell me, when I sent you back, was that man there? Did he harm you?”
Lucas’s hands on my skin. The flash of the knife. If the others hadn’t shown up… “No.” I shake my head vehemently. “I told him to leave me alone.”
Gently, Kel caresses my face. In the strangest show of intimacy, he places a soft kiss on the side of my cheek before striding toward the giant mirror beside the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To your home,” he says simply.
“Why?”
“To find this Lucas.” Keldarion’s eyes blaze, reminding me that my mate is no mere man. He’s a fae prince, one of immense power. “And when I do, he will beg me for the mercy of death.”
My breath catches in my throat. He doesn’t know Lucas is here in the castle. The others must not have told him.
I rush up to Kel and wrap my arms around his waist. “There’s nothing for me in that world anymore. My life is here in Castletree.”
He grips my chin gently. “I see that now, Rosalina. I do not intend to send you away again. The other princes have proven they can protect and care for you, even if I cannot. This is the safest place for you, but I will not rest until that man—”
A cold gust of wind blows into the entrance hall as the door opens.
Perth Quellos, Keldarion’s vizier, enters. His slender face is bereft of hair, scalp smooth and gleaming like polished marble. His complexion is pallid, with a faint bluish hue that brings to mind the chill of a winter’s night.
Feral anger floods me as I look upon the steward of the Winter Realm. As if feeling my emotions, Kel’s grip on me tightens.
“Ahem.” The vizier clears his throat. His lips are tinted blue as if he has savored a bounty of ripe berries. “I have come at your request, sire.”
“Apologies, but a more pressing matter has arisen,” Keldarion says.
“More pressing than the ravings of the Autumn Realm?” Perth asks. “You seemed quite urgent in your summons.”
It is urgent. I grip Keldarion on either side of his face and make him look at me until his breathing steadies. “This can wait. The meeting with your vizier is important, Kel. For Farron.”
He fixes me with a steely gaze, then straightens. “This isn’t over, Rosalina.” Then he unlaces his jerkin and slips it off, revealing a tight black shirt. He drapes the fabric over me, covering my slightly torn dress and the scar on my wrist.
Does he realize now why I always wear long sleeves?
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Keldarion asks, keeping his attention solely on me as Perth sways from foot to foot impatiently.
“I’m okay.”
“Stay with the others until I return,” Keldarion commands before turning to Perth. “Come, let us retire to the council room. The staff recently cleaned it up.”
Perth nods, then slithers past me. “A pleasure as always, Lady of Castletree.” The title Ezryn dubbed me after he threw Perth across the gardens.
I narrow my gaze. There’s something odd about him today. He wears his typical white cloak with a geometric blue pattern. But atop his bald head lies a silver crown adorned with a large gem. I’ve never seen that shade of green before, almost phantasmal.
I release a breath as Keldarion vanishes up the stairs and into the council room with Perth. The weight of the vizier’s presence lifts from the room, and the air seems to stir with newfound ease. I rub my wrist, touching the scar. He saw. Kel saw my scar… and he didn’t call me a coward, or feel disgust, or think that I’m a pathetic little girl who let someone hurt her so deeply. No, there was only rage in his eyes. A deep protectiveness. Seeing him like that… He cares for me in his own strange way.
But he was ready to go off and murder Lucas. As much as I don’t believe Lucas deserves any compassion, I can’t be responsible for his death. I might be able to stop Keldarion from going to the human world, but if he finds out Lucas is in this castle, it’s game over.
I have to get Lucas home. Tonight.
Slowly, I turn to the large mirror beside the door. Tall, stretching almost to the floor, its golden frame is adorned with delicate inlaid roses that seem to bloom before my very eyes. The glass looks clouded and aged.
Castletree has helped me before by opening the bars in my cell and leading me to High Tower. Would it help me use the mirror like the princes can?
I was able to use the necklace to contact Ezryn, I can control the thorns.
Something simmers in me below the surface.
I’ve seen Farron send someone through. Dayton and I used it to travel to the Summer Realm. If this was how the princes came to Orca Cove, surely I can use it to get Lucas home.
Taking a steadying breath, I touch the glass. The mirror ripples, waves of metal water. “Show me Orca Cove,” I whisper.
The glass shimmers with pearlescent light and I see it: the willow tree, the road, Orca Cove’s new gift shop.
It works.
It works!
As soon as I pull my hand away, the mirror turns back to normal. I can activate it again when I get Lucas here.
I’ve got time. Keldarion should be in that meeting for a while. I peer into the dining room as I pass. They’re still playing Moonlight Mastery, and it sounds like it’s getting heated. Farron and Dayton lean over Ezryn as he ponders a move. Meanwhile, Caspian tilts back in his chair, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
I suppose I could ask for their help with Lucas, but if they somehow discovered my scar, they’re likely to fly into a murderous rage. Plus, I know there’s already tension with Kel and I don’t want to add to it by getting them to do something behind his back. Papa would assist, but I don’t have time to search the whole castle to find him.
I can do this myself. A quick trip to the mirror and goodbye Lucas. See you never.
The healing chamber is silent. I creep over to where Lucas sleeps. He’s still not fully healed, but he’s a lot better than yesterday with his guts no longer hanging out.
I shake him, but he doesn’t even stir. Ezryn must have put him into a deep sleep. Blowing a tuft of hair out of my face, I rush to the pantry and quickly scan all the beautifully labeled jars.
“A-ha!” Smelling salts. I pop the cork and stick them right under Lucas’s nose. He blinks awake, and I place my palm over his mouth. “If you want to live, you’ll be quiet.”
He shakes his head, strands of red hair falling in his face, voice groggy. “Rosalina? W-where am I…”
Okay, this is good. As long as he can walk, I don’t need him to be too coherent.
“Come on.” I lace my arm under his and help him out of bed. My whole body feels sick at his touch, but I try to push my emotions down so Kel doesn’t feel it.
Lucas stands on shaking legs, groaning. He’s dressed in nothing but a simple beige tunic and loose pants. “We’re in the castle of the fae,” I explain, “and I’m taking you home. That’s all you need to know.”
A groggy moan is his only reply.
Carefully, I peer both ways. The halls are empty. Being the full moon, most of the staff are spending the night celebrating and partying together. A small blessing.
We move slowly, Lucas leaning heavily on me and groaning about his sore legs.
My heart hammers as we make it to the entrance hall. Lucas’s eyes flick every which way. “These thorns…” he mumbles, more coherent by the second. “Like when we went through the rosebush.”
“Don’t talk,” I hiss.
He seems fine to obey me for now. Unease quivers in my stomach. What about when his fatigue wears off? Before he’d been attacked, he’d been trying to carve a ring into my finger.
As we pass the dining room, the voices of my fae princes drift out, comforting and warm. Every instinct in me wants to call out for them, beg them to protect me from the monster currently leaning on me.
But only a few more steps, and Lucas will be out of my life forever. He won’t have power over me again. Then I can return and help Ezryn with his game, embrace Day and Fare while watching Caspian’s strange but beautiful smile—Wait, no, not that.
My thoughts draw back to the present as we reach the mirror. No one is around; we’re in the clear.
I place my hand on the glass pane. But it doesn’t change at all. “Show me Orca Cove,” I demand, pressing my fingers against the glass.
All that gazes back at me is my reflection and Lucas slumped on my shoulder.
“You really are fucking crazy,” he says. “That’s a mirror.”
Steps sound from above the stairs, a murmur of voices.
“This mirror is the only thing that will save your life,” I whisper. I slam my palm hard against the pane. “Show me Orca Cove.”
“As I said before, sire,” Perth Quellos’s voice drifts down to us, “we did notice a strange frost along the border but did not realize it was dangerous. My summons to you have gone unanswered, and we’ve received no word from Princess Niamh.”
Kel’s voice booms in response: “Send the Kryodian Riders to investigate. Our finest legion will surely be able to get to the bottom of this from Winter’s side.”
No, no, no. If this mirror doesn’t work, Keldarion is going to kill Lucas. “Please.” The gilded edges gleam like the castle is listening. But the mirror does not open for me again.
“Rosalina,” a stern voice says from behind me.
Keldarion is here.
“Don’t tell him your name,” I whisper to Lucas as we turn. “And don’t be a dick.”
Lucas grunts in acknowledgment. He’s still got his arm slung around me. And yep, the mate bond must be perfectly functional because the fury on Kel’s face is clear. He storms down the stairs, leaving Perth Quellos scampering behind him. “Who is this?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue: Oh, the injured human Ezryn healed. I’m just sending him home.
But before I can say anything, Lucas straightens. “I don’t know who the fuck you are. I’m Lucas Poussin, and this is my fiancée.”
I swear even Castletree takes a breath. I inhale, and Kel stills. Then all fury explodes. A blizzard thrashes down the hall, hail and snow rising around the Prince of Winter as he storms toward us and snarls, “Get your hands off my mate.”