I look up at Gabriel, who’s still watching Atlas, then he drags in a very long breath and says, “Very well. Then for committing treason, for impersonating the king, for killing two of the king’s warders, you are found guilty. As per the laws of Aphelion, you will be executed for your crimes against the true Sun King and everyone in this kingdom.”

He pauses as Atlas’s face drains of color.

“And though no one can technically punish you for it, for crimes against the low fae as well.”

Atlas’s entire body jerks like Gabriel slapped him across the face.

“Gabe,” he hisses, finding his tongue again.

“Don’t bother, Atlas. After your execution, my brothers and I will be released from our duties as warders. We will no longer be slaves to Aphelion or to you.”

“What?!” Atlas says. “You can’t do that!”

Though I can see the slight tremble in Gabriel’s limbs, he lifts his head high and holds his shoulders straight, his game face on.

“This is the last time we’ll ever speak,” he says. “Goodbye, Atlas.”

He then looks at his brothers and bows to each of them. Spinning on his heel, Gabriel stalks away to the sounds of Atlas shouting after him.

I run, catching up with Gabriel. Turning around one last time, I see the warders embracing one another, their faces pressed to each other’s shoulders.

Soon, Aphelion can begin to heal.

CHAPTER 43

NADIR

The morning after Atlas’s capture, we gather our things, preparing for our journey to Heart. Neither Lor nor I arrived with much, but we’ve stocked up with some new clothing and necessities. After we learned about Zerra’s sight when we’re in proximity to the Artefacts, I summoned Etienne to get the Crown away from us and to a safe location until we need it.

Two days ago, while out walking, I came across a blacksmith selling some of the most beautiful weapons I’ve ever seen. They sparkled in the sunlight, and when my gaze fell upon a dagger anchored with a red, heart-shaped stone in the hilt, I couldn’t help myself.

I retrieve it from where I’ve hidden it as I watch Lor stuff her pack. I catch her solemn expression. She hasn’t said anything about what happened with Cloris, but I know it’s on her mind.

She looks up, catching me watching her, and gives me an uncertain smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask, and she shrugs.

“I’m . . . nervous.” She tips her chin towards my hands. “What’s that?”

“Something for you,” I say as I approach with the dagger and hold it out to her. She looks at it, her gaze pausing on the heart stone, and then looks up at me. “I saw it and thought it would be perfect for you. As long as you don’t mind having something from Aphelion.”