Aiden was regaining consciousness, his face wet with tears. His stifled sobs tickled at my magic, and I had to curb the urge to grind his bones to dust for what he’d done. For whatever weakness that had caused him to make a deal with my father, and for the lack of strength that saw him caving in the space of an hour to the will of the troll Cécile had resisted for weeks.

The Regent had been a capable ruler, well liked by the people. I didn’t have time to win the islanders over, if such a thing was even possible. I’d needed him, because the humans would have followed him. And now I was left with this: a man who had committed patricide and regicide, and in doing so, had ensured no one in their right mind would follow him.

“Do something.” Marie’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She’d dropped the sword and was crawling through the pooled blood toward Fred, her hand outstretched. “Aiden, do something. Avenge your father.”

Fred took a step back, eyes going to mine for directive. “Tristan?”

Marie froze. “You are not my son.”

Someone pounded on the door. I had only minutes to decide what to do, how to salvage the situation. I removed the magic disguising Fred. “No, he isn’t.”

Her skin went deathly pale, eyes going back to Aiden. The realization that her own son had killed his father marched across her face, and as angry as I was with Aiden, it struck a chord in my heart. Would I see the same expression on my own mother’s face when the time came? Would my justifications matter to her, or would she only see a cold-blooded killer who’d murdered his own father?

“He’s not in control of his own mind,” I said, not sure how much of a difference knowing would make. “He’s made some sort of promise to cede the Isle to my father, and he’s under compulsion to fulfill his word.”

“Why would you do such a thing?” Her voice shook.

For a moment, I didn’t think Aiden would answer, wondered if he even could. Then he said, “I never thought it would come to this. I never believed they’d be freed.”

It was an excuse, not an answer, and to her credit, Marie understood that as well. “Why agree to it at all?”

Before Aiden could speak, something heavy hit the door. They were trying to break in, no doubt believing I’d dispatched their entire ruling family. And when they saw the bloody scene in the council chambers, it wouldn’t be Aiden they turned on first.