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“Do it!” I cried.
Like that, the walls of rock and earth shattered, giving Pagiel just enough time to dodge Kiyo's next attack. The boy fell to the ground, but by then, I was back in control. I pulled up the water Jasmine had called, turning it to a mist that swirled in the wind. I moved the whole creation, surrounding Kiyo in a thick cloud he couldn't see through. A moment later, I felt the wind and air pressure intensify. Pagiel, whom I'd expected to disappear, was still around, adding his magic to mine. Maybe he didn't trust us, but he also wouldn't leave us to Kiyo's attack.
As the mini windstorm increased, I could sense the pressure closing in on Kiyo. That was Pagiel's doing too, and I realized there was a very good chance Pagiel would kill Kiyo in the process. In fact, I had no doubt that was Pagiel's goal. I was still a gray area for Pagiel, but he knew with black-and-white certainty that Kiyo was a threat. I could've counteracted the magic but was struck with a dilemma: Should I? After all the problems Kiyo had caused, wouldn't it be better to be rid of him? And wasn't it Pagiel's right to defend himself against an assassin?
I had once loved Kiyo and had a connection to him. That was a hard thing to overcome, but I daresay he'd done plenty to make it possible.
These thoughts flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye. Before I could act, Pagiel fell to the ground, eyes wide. The magic supporting mine abruptly stopped. Pagiel clasped his neck, gasping for air. For a moment, all I could think was that air magic was suffocating him ... except, there was no one who could wield it here except me and him.
“Pagiel!” Jasmine hurried to his side, where he was twitching and flailing on the ground. Still keeping my hold on Kiyo, I joined her and fell to my knees. Pagiel was no longer making a sound, which was a bad sign. He was clearly still desperate for breath, and I could see now that his face and throat were swelling, like some sort of anaphylactic shock.
I tried to steady him, frantically wondering what I could do. But I possessed no healing magic, no modern EpiPen. His face was turning a weird purplish-pinkish color, and I knew we were losing him.
“Dorian?” I asked. He had joined us and looked down at Pagiel, anguish all over his face.
“This is beyond me,” said Dorian. He lifted his head and gazed around the clearing. “There's someone else here.” He got back on his feet and began to make the ground ripple and shake, in the hopes of scaring out whomever we couldn't see.
But despite his efforts, it was a little too late. Pagiel had stopped struggling for air. Pagiel had stopped struggling altogether.
Storm King's heir was dead.
Chapter 27
“No!” screamed Jasmine. Tears ran down her face as she shook him. “Can't we do CPR or something? Use the air! Give him some!”
I stared mournfully down at the boy. His face and neck were so swollen now that I knew there was no way I could force air into him, not when all the passages leading to his lungs were so blocked. I couldn't control the body.
A smooth voice suddenly came from the woods. “I'm right here, Dorian. You might as well stop with the showmanship.”
Maiwenn appeared, gliding forward in a silvery blue dress that seemed out of place in this scene. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, and she looked like the California girl I always thought of her as. Dorian did stop the earthquake, but I could tell from his rigid stance that he held his magic at the ready. She released a tree she'd been holding onto.
“How did you do that?” I asked. “Your magic ... it's healing magic.”
She gave a small shrug. “It's all part of the same system. My magic understands the way the body works. It's as easy to hurt as to heal.”
I was appalled at how casually she could speak about it after what she had done. Dorian had no such qualms. “Will it be easy,” he asked quietly, “to sleep at night knowing you've killed an innocent boy?”
“There was nothing innocent about him,” Maiwenn replied bluntly. “I've saved both of our worlds a great deal of trouble. You should be grateful. Now, if you'll release Kiyo, I'd be much obliged. I'd like to be on our way.”
“Grateful?” I hissed. “
Grateful ?
I'll show you gratitude!”
In an instant, I pulled the charges in the air together and created a bolt of lightning to send straight toward Maiwenn. Just before I released it, I heard Jasmine scream behind me. I had no idea what had happened, but I was just able to barely divert the lightning in time so that it struck a tree inches from Maiwenn instead. Thunder cracked deafeningly around us, and the tree exploded in a spectacular show of fire and wood. My ears hurt, and Maiwenn's were probably bleeding from the noise.
I immediately turned toward Jasmine and saw her writhing on the ground. Her face was contorted in pain. “It's like ... pins and needles ... like my body's on fire... .”
“Damn it!” I glared at Maiwenn. Dark clouds rebuilt up above, and the wind swirled restlessly around us. The elements answered my anger. “I should've let it hit you! Let her go.”
“No. You were actually wise to spare me,” Maiwenn said. “I've already worked the spell. Her body's right on the edge of tearing itself apart. Only my control right now keeps it in check. Kill me, and the spell will seize hold with nothing to stop it.”
“Damn it,” said Jasmine through clenched teeth. “Why ... am I ... always ... the hostage?” I watched her worriedly, but thus far, the spell mostly seemed about pain. She didn't seem in danger of dying as Pagiel had just done—yet.
“Now,” continued Maiwenn. “Please don't make me ask again. Free Kiyo.”
Without Pagiel's added pressure, Kiyo had simply been trapped in my misty whirlwind. Inconvenient, but not lethal. Angry and frustrated—but out of options—I let him go. He was still in giant fox form, his fur soaked in water. His eyes assessed the situation quickly, and then he trotted over to Maiwenn's side. She rested a hand on his head. He stayed in fox form, and I knew from past experience that the larger the fox, the longer it would take him to switch back.
“We're going to leave now,” said Maiwenn. “I can hold on to the spell a fair distance and will nullify it once I feel secure. If I see any sign of you following me before then, I'll release what's holding it back. The only good thing that will happen then is that she'll die quickly.”
“When did you become such a monster?” I demanded. It was hard to believe she and I had once been friends and allies. “
Both
of you? What you've done is worse than anything Pagiel could have accomplished. Even if you escape today, do you really think I'm going to let you get away with this?”
“What will you do?” she asked, with an amusement that made me want to rip her hair out. “Declare war on my kingdom?”
“I certainly could,” said Dorian coldly. “You've killed one of my subjects within my borders. That's certainly an act of war by most people's standards. In fact, you sent a force of armed men on my land just hours ago.”
“Perhaps,” she agreed. “But are either of you ready to plunge yourselves into war again? None of us have the resources for that, not after the blight. And I doubt you'll find many allies, not even from those who supported the prophecy. Pagiel thankfully hadn't established himself enough for anyone to pursue revenge on his part.”
“I don't know about that,” I said. Around us, the air burned with the rising storm that had responded to my emotions. “There's one person who would do it right now.”
“Two,” said Dorian.
“Three,” gasped Jasmine.
Maiwenn smiled again. “As you wish.” She began to back up, Kiyo at her side. “Remember—any sign that we're followed, and she dies.”
The two disappeared into the trees. I caught hold of Jasmine's hand and gave her as reassuring a smile as I could manage. “It'll be over soon.” I glanced up at Dorian, and my smile disappeared. “She was bluffing, right? Her range can't be that far. We can go after her once she releases Jasmine.
If
she does. She's hardly given us reason to trust her.”
Dorian brushed some hair out of his face. He looked weary. “No, but I think she'll avoid another kill if she can. She had some brave words about how killing Pagiel was nothing, but she knows each offense carries consequences.”
“Pagiel ...” I murmured.
I looked over at where he lay near Jasmine and felt a sickening sensation in my stomach. I reached out and closed his eyes, then ran a finger over his cheek. It wasn't fair what she'd done to him. None of this was fair. He was technically older than me in human years, but for all intents and purposes, so much younger. Young and so full of potential. He'd been thrust into a fate he hadn't asked for, confused by what he wanted and what others expected of him. He'd been killed because of words spoken long before he was born, and now all the wonders he might have done in the world were extinguished.
Dorian slipped an arm around me and kissed the side of my head. “I know,” he said simply.
Jasmine suddenly gasped, like she'd been under water and could only now take a breath. “Shit,” she said, examining her arms and legs critically.
“Better?” I asked, brushing aside my tears. It only freed up space for more.
She nodded, but her entire face crumpled when she looked over at Pagiel. “No,” she said. “It can't be true. Not really ...” She shook his arm, willing him to wake up, but as the truth slowly dawned on her, she burst into sobs that made my stray tears look like nothing. Moments of true affection had been rare in our relationship, but I knew then that she was young and she needed me and that I would be there for her.
I wrapped my arms around her, and she cried into my shoulder. “It's okay,” I told her, stroking her hair. “You're okay. Everything's going to be okay.” I didn't really know if that was true or not. At the moment, it seemed unlikely. But as I held her, I realized I was grateful that she was alive and still in my life. Her words about “always being the hostage” echoed in my mind, and I met Dorian's sympathetic eyes.
“My loved ones are always used against me,” I said softly. “Why?” It had been a recurring theme. Varia had used it to keep me in check in the Yew Land. Jasmine had been held hostage twice today. It was again one of those moments where I marveled that I could still control a storm above us and be so helpless in other situations, especially when it came to those I cared about.
“Because that's what heartless people do,” Dorian said. “They prey on those who love.”
Taking Pagiel back to his family was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. I couldn't hold animosity against Ysabel and Edria, not for their bitchy personalities and not even for withholding the truth about Pagiel's heritage. Their grief was too great, and underneath all their schemes, they were ordinary women who had loved and lost someone. I would've wailed and lashed out at the world too if it had been Isaac in Pagiel's place—which it very well could have been.
It was understandable that part of their grief would transform to rage. They wanted to blame everyone for his death, me especially. The thing was, I'd already beaten myself up over the events of that day, wondering if I could have done something differently. Dorian talked them down, finally convincing them that Maiwenn was the culprit here. The method of Pagiel's death, gruesome as it was, was proof of that, at least. Ysabel and Edria demanded war on Maiwenn's kingdom, but he kept his own counsel on that.
I kept my own counsel on him. There was a lot to contend with in the aftermath of Pagiel's death, giving me little time to talk to Dorian. I watched him a lot and found that I missed the time we'd had together. I hadn't forgotten that he'd stood with me in the end. He'd proven himself time and time again. Now it was up to me.
Still, the timing proved difficult. We were both always so busy. The most I was able to talk to him was the day I left for Tucson, and even that was short-lived.
“I have to go back for a while,” I told him. “I don't know how long. There are a lot of loose ends to tie up.”
Dorian nodded. “I understand.”
I glanced away. “I wanted to say ... well, thank you. Thank you for everything, for standing by me. I never should have doubted you. And I know there's still a lot to figure out—”
He cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “Eugenie, Eugenie. I told you before. There's nothing for me to figure out. I know what I want. I want
you
. Not just as a bedmate or war ally. I want you with me, always. I want to share the same jokes and look into your eyes when I wake up. I think someday—hopefully sooner rather than later—you'll want this too. Until then, I'll be here, waiting for you.”
He gave me a light kiss, and that was our good-bye. It left me breathless and continued to haunt me as I returned to Tucson. Even so, I still had plenty of other things to distract me. Mom and Roland and I were making plans about bringing the twins to Tucson, something that filled me with eagerness. I was anxious to see them and had little patience for all the things that needed to be done first.
Not all of my loose ends were unpleasant, though. Although I was sure Candace and Charles would happily give us all the baby gear they'd acquired, my mom and I still spent a lot of time stocking up on our own. Those moments were some of the most peaceful I'd had, and I would spend ages in stores touching and examining baby clothes, wondering how big Ivy and Isaac had grown.
I was at an outdoor mall one day with my mom, scoping out cribs. They'd all looked fine to me, but she'd gotten into a lengthy discussion with the salesperson, grilling him on every safety detail. I'd begged out to grab a cup of coffee, promising to return soon. I don't think either noticed I had left. I found a coffee shop on the other side of the shopping center and had just received my latte when a familiar voice behind me said, “Eugenie.”
I spun around so quickly that half of my coffee sloshed out. Kiyo stood before me.
The throngs of people around us disappeared, and the focus of my world narrowed down only to him. All the anger and grief I'd felt, as well as watching others cope with their own sorrow these last couple weeks, surged up in me. Maybe Kiyo hadn't dealt the killing blow, but he might as well have. I couldn't believe he'd even had the audacity to cross my path. I'd figured he was smarter than that.
“Watch it,” he warned, glancing upward. I was doing the subconscious storm thing again, and a few people had stopped to stare in amazement at the dark clouds that had literally come out of nowhere. “You don't want to create a panic.”
“Wouldn't be the weirdest weather phenomenon that's happened around here,” I said. “Neither would you being struck by lightning.”
He smiled without humor. “You won't do it, though. Not in this crowd.”
He was right. I could call lightning with pretty perfect precision, but even so, we were in the thick of humanity, with people brushing past us to get where they needed. I could hit him but might inadvertently hurt someone else along the way.
These aren't even people I know or care about
, I thought bitterly.
But once again, my hands are tied
.
“I suppose you arranged this,” I said. “Waited for a chance to approach me in public?”
“Yes, actually. I figured I wouldn't get a warm reception at one of your castles.”
“You figured right.”
He sighed. “Eugenie ... there are a couple things I need to tell you. I debated a long time about whether I should, but ... well, I don't know. I feel bad about what happened with Pagiel ... and everything else.”
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