Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(92)
“In order to do so, you’d have to get close to him,” Zyion scoffed. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not easily taken down. He didn’t just hold power, Aria. That was a direct line from Hecate that he merely drew from. I’ll add that he was using a corpse like a lackey, which still caused a lot of damage. If you face him, he could kill you. Shit, he could kill all of us.” The tone he used caused my flesh to cover in goosebumps. His hand lifted, rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.
“I’m aware of the cost, Zyion. It’s Knox, though.” Closing my eyes against the stares of worry filtering from the faces within the room, I shook my head. “I’m going with or without you guys. I can’t leave him there knowing he and Lennox are trapped in his head. She’s forcing him to remain at her side with magic. Knox isn’t there because he needs or wants to be there. He traded himself for Lore, for fuck’s sake.” My voice broke, and the fingers gently moving through Lore’s hair were pulled down and laced through his. “I’ll fight for him. I’ll fight for him with my last breath, if that is what it takes. I can’t just leave him to that fate. And, if I can’t have him, she can’t either. Knox would rather die than be forced to remain endlessly by that bitch’s side. So, if I can’t save him, then I’ll set him free.”
“What if he kills you and we still don’t save Knox?” Lore asked, with sweat beading on his brow as the fever burned within him. “Because I can’t live with being the cause of losing you both, Aria.” Chills chased up my spine at his words.
“It isn’t your fault, Lore. If it hadn’t been you, then it would’ve been someone else. Hecate doesn’t necessarily want me dead, which is what I’m counting on.”
“Bullshit, Aria. Knox intended to strangle you out there. If you hadn’t cloned yourself with magic prior to his arrival, he’d have ended you.”
“No,” I argued as my tongue snaked out, licking over my lips. “Knox was fighting her, which probably set her off. He said he wouldn’t. Seconds after that, even more darkness oozed from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth. Like she’d turned a faucet on. He also said ‘Ain’t that a bitch? A raven doesn’t care about magic, Aria. Think about that. In four months, they’re fully embedded with more intelligence than you’ve ever had. Maybe you should find a flock of unkindness and go take a flying fuck off a cliff.’ It didn’t make any sense. I mean, the ravens are his eyes and ears . . . fuck. I missed it.” An icy chill curled up my spine. “Has Knox been with her for four months or less? Longer?” I demanded urgently.
“Why does it matter?” Brander countered.
“Answer me!” Panic thrummed in my words, quivering as it gripped my heart and throat in an unforgiving hold.
“Three months and three weeks?”
“Three months, three weeks, five days and six hours,” Lore muttered.
“We don’t have time to wait around doing nothing. Knox was trying to tell me that. Ravens gain their intelligence four months after they’re born. He was warning us of how long he had left before he ceased to exist with her darkness inside him. There’s also the reference to the unkindness. When you left earlier today, Killian, did you notice any ravens?” I asked, with a rock sitting in my stomach.
“I did,” he admitted while he straightened in his chair. “In fact, one sat on the courtyard wall, which I found rather strange. Normally, they go to the birdcage Knox built for them. It’s where he keeps the ones he raises. They’re taught never to be seen around the palace. It prevents anyone from connecting the ravens back to him.”
“Perfect,” I whispered through a smile curving my lips. I whispered, “He’ll be lost forever if we don’t do something soon. That isn’t something I can live with. With or without your help, I’m going to the citadel to confront Hecate.”
“You’re not going alone,” Esme piped up. “Even though this is a terrible idea, you’re my person. I’d hide bodies with you any day.” Esme caused heads to turn toward her, confusion stamped over their faces. “If you go, I go. If we go down, then let it be together.”
“Together,” I whispered, as my throat constricted with tears.
“Where you go, I go,” Zyion stated. His worry at the idea of me putting myself in danger made his words a harsh whisper.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m in, even though this is a shit idea.” Eva’s tone mirrored Zyion’s, but I figured she was “in'' just so she could watch his back.
“I’ll go,” Basilius muttered even as he glared toward Esme.
“I’m in too,” Killian announced. “He’s my best friend. Knox is also my family, which means no way in hell are you saving him without my help. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t do something to help him.”
“Count me in too,” Brander grumbled, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you noticed he was aware of anything happening. We hadn’t gotten close enough to him until today.”
“No, Brander. The king doesn’t take unnecessary chances with his life. If shit goes south, we can’t chance losing the king too. Norvalla needs you more than he does right now.”