The retort of the pistol shattered my ears, and pain sliced across my face. I staggered sideways, my head ringing and hot trickles of blood coating my fingers as I pressed them to my cheek. But it was nothing in comparison to the gore pooling at Sabine’s feet.

“Idiot,” she said, lowering the still smoking gun. “What good is dying for the dead? They are past caring.”

Lifting her head, Sabine’s eyes landed on me. She dropped the gun and clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, Cécile. Your face!”

“It’s fine,” I said, even though my cheek burned, the line the bullet had scored across my skin deep enough to mark me permanently. A fraction of an inch closer, and I would’ve been dead, and no amount of vanity could undermine that fact.

We both stumbled forward, collapsing into each other’s arms. “I knew he would do it,” she said. “I knew from the moment you came in that I was going to have to kill him. He was never one to think beyond the moment.”

Much the same could be said about me. The world still shook from what I had decided in a moment. The implications of my actions had begun to descend with leaden wings the moment that dragon’s scream had shattered the night air, filtering through the rush of adrenaline-fueled fear to brush against me in the courtyard when Tristan had left me alone in the snow. Now they settled their full weight upon my shoulders, and I found I could not think. I could barely breathe.

“She’s dead? Your mother, I mean, Anushka?”

I squeezed my fingers together. They were tacky with my blood. Her blood.

“And the trolls? They’re free?”

And what power in this world could stop them?

“Where’s Tristan?”

He walked away.

“Cécile? Cécile!”

My head snapped sideways with the force of her slap. I stared at her, and she shook her head. “I’m sorry for that, but this is the wrong time for you to lose your nerve.”

Taking in a few shaking breaths, I squared my shoulders. “You’re right.”

Letting Sabine lead me into the other room, I let the story spill out while she examined my cheek, finishing with, “I was so consumed with finding Anushka and breaking the curse that I never stopped to think about what we’d do if we succeeded.” I pressed a handkerchief to my injury, using the pain to clear my head. “They could be here right now.”

My skin prickled as I imagined Lessa or Roland creeping through the streets of Trianon. Now that the trolls were free, there was nothing to stop them from coming after Tristan. Or me.

“I’m not sure that’s the case.” Sabine walked to the window, and gestured to the faintly glowing dome encasing the city. “I saw it form while I was hiding from Julian. It’s Tristan’s doing, isn’t it? He’s keeping them out?”

I nodded, feeling only a modicum of relief, because the dome was only a stopgap measure. Tristan couldn’t take the crown from his father or put an end to Angoulême by hiding behind walls, and I knew he couldn’t protect the whole city from an outright attack. And the dome did nothing to help those outside of Trianon. “Our families are out there,” I said. “The trolls know who they are. They know where to find them.”