She wanted to hate the guard, to rail at her for lying the whole time they’d known each other. But Naari was only acting upon orders given to her, keeping  Jaren’s—Prince Deverick’s—secrets. To Kiva, the guard had been nothing but respectful, kind, protective. She’d become her friend, remaining by her side and holding her together—sometimes literally, in the case of the Trials. As much as she wished she could, Kiva couldn’t muster the bitterness needed to resent her, not when all those feelings were directed toward the crown prince. She had no room left to be mad at anyone else.

“I know it’s a lot,” Naari said urgently, dimming the luminium beacon to its lowest setting, as if fearing someone might see it through the sliver in the doorway. “I know your head must be spinning right now, so please listen to me when I say, everything will be all right. We’ll get Rooke to stop using the poison. And Jaren will explain everything else. Just . . . try to keep an open mind until you’ve spoken with him. You have a right to be angry, but don’t let that stop you from forgiving him. He did what he did for the right reasons.”

That was all well and good for Naari to say, but she didn’t know what Kiva knew, didn’t know about her family, her history. Kiva couldn’t keep an open mind, knowing what she did. And forgiveness? Impossible.

“One last thing,” Naari said, and something about her voice had Kiva curling in on herself, as if expecting a blow. Another one. “You still have to face your final Ordeal. But . . .”

“But what?” Kiva croaked.

“But they’re keeping you in here until then.”

No.

The final Trial was still eight days away. Kiva had barely survived the last six locked in the Abyss. But eight more . . .

“I’ll come back if I can,” Naari said. “I got lucky this time, called in a favor, but I’m not sure if . . .” She trailed off, unwilling to make a promise she couldn’t keep. Instead, she reached out to squeeze Kiva’s shoulder, and this time, Kiva didn’t recoil, needing the comfort of human touch.

“I’ll see you soon,” the guard said firmly, before she slipped out the door, the thick stone sealing behind her.

Only when all traces of light were gone did Kiva sink down to her knees, adrift in a sea of darkness, alone but for her screaming mind and aching heart.

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

MONDAY

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

SATUR—

Light, blinding light, flooded Kiva’s eyes, breaking into the darkness that had consumed her for what felt like eternity, as a harsh voice barked, “Get up, it’s time to go.”

And she knew the time for her final Ordeal had come.

Chapter Thirty-One