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Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

Now I can’t help the barking laugh that escapes me. “You passed out from your wounds. I gave us both doses of the thayar concentrate to heal you quickly. I’m not exactly sure how long I’m going to look like this, but it might be awhile…” I trail off.

“Fionn and Silene? Did they…”

“They took them,” I whisper quietly. The memory of our enemies disappearing with our friends makes my heart skip a beat. I continue with steely resolve, no room for argument in my voice, “We’ll get them back.”

“I have no doubt about that, sunbeam,” he says as he stands, keeping his eyes closed to protect them from my burning light. I guide him to sit on the couch, not caring one bit about the mess of the blood that still covers him. “But before we do that, let’s see if we can get that light of yours under control. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, then imagine yourself as a candle or an orb of light. Physically picture the image in your mind.” He waits a few moments before continuing, “You got the mental image?” I nod. “Good, now envision yourself blowing the candle out, or covering the orb with a bowl, whatever makes sense.”

I concentrate on the candle in my mind, then imagine a great wind sweeping through and blowing it out. I slowly open my eyes, and the room has returned to its usual brightness.

“I did it,” I exclaim, and Thorne opens his eyes with a grin.

Admon claps. “Excellent work, Your Majesty. Can you tell me what happened now?” Thorne and I together relay the events to Admon, who furrows his brows. “They knew you were mates? Who else knows?”

“Carex,” Thorne and I snarl together, aether in my voice and another hint of it in Thorne’s, causing Admon to take a step back from the force of our magic-laced words.

“Surely you don’t think he betrayed your secret?” Admon asks. The deep lines of his face pinch together in worry, and his eyes are unseeing as he thinks through all he’s learned.

“I don’t know what I believe anymore,” I say with a sigh. “But if Nemesia is innocent, then that leaves someone on the Council who knew about me using the plant channelers to help coax the thayar populations. Until I can question him myself, arrest him and keep him in his rooms under guard. I’ve learned a lesson with Nemesia, so I won’t have him sent to the cells without proof, but he will not leave this palace until I know more. Thorne and I are going to go get Fionn and Silene.”