We’d certainly gotten his attention. The firelight danced over his tan skin and blond hair, making him look like a gilded statue forged from the flames.
My adrenaline was pulsing hard through my body. Had we actually pulled off this act?
The king pulled his gaze from me, surveying the Quorum. Then a smile curled his lips. “I think the City of Thorns could use a succubus.”
A silence fell over the room. Just as I thought, the king would be making the call, regardless of what the others thought. Their faces were grim, furious.
One of the dukes, with platinum blond hair and gold rings on his fingers, stepped forward. “We cannot, of course, disagree with your wisdom.” He looked furious. And as I stared at him, a golden symbol started beaming from his head—something like a crescent moon.
My heart slammed on my chest. That was what I remembered from the night Mom was killed. It was a symbol just like that, shining from a demon’s head. Only it had been a star instead of a moon.
My blood was pumping so hard now I nearly dropped character. I’d actually made progress.
But when I saw Lydia’s eyes on me, the curl of her lip, I made sure my expression looked serene. Mortana wasn’t surprised by anything here. This was all business as usual.
The king steepled his fingers as he stared at his quorum. “Don’t you agree that the city could use a succubus?” His voice rumbled off the marble. “A duchess for the Asmodean Ward?”
He wanted them to agree with him. He knew they didn’t—they’d just said so—but they wouldn’t argue with a king. And as long as they agreed out loud, he would have someone to blame if the succubus turned out to be a complete disaster. Why did you all advise me to allow her in?
The five demons murmured, then nodded.
Only Lydia looked completely stone faced. “We could use a succubus. The king in his infinite wisdom can see this. But any demon who enters the city must be tested in the Infernal Trial, is that not correct? It’s how we know that the gods bless someone’s presence.” Ferocity burned in her eyes as she turned to us. “Orion, you remember your Trial. You killed some good friends of mine, in fact. Now, it must be Mortana’s turn.”
“That’s only for new demons,” he replied. “Mortana lived here once before. She’s returning to her former home.” He was trying to seem casual, but I could tell by the way he’d answered—a little too quickly—that this was bad.
Lydia smiled pleasantly. “Yes, but she never passed the Trial because she lived in the city at its founding. There were no trials in the 1680s. The law says that any demon entering the city must pass the Infernal Trial unless they have passed it before. I think you’ll find that there are no exemptions stated for those who lived here when the city was founded.” Her smile deepened as she looked at me. “You haven’t gone soft in the City of Serpents, have you, Mortana?”
Fear settled in my gut.
The king stood, and warm light danced over his sharp jawline. “It is agreed, then. Mortana will join the City of Thorns as long as she can pass our initiation. Then we will know if even the gods approve of her presence here.” He turned to look at me, his crown gleaming. “Your Trial begins at midnight tonight. You have been formally summoned.”
I couldn’t exactly say no, could I? Mortana would say yes. She would be one hundred percent confident of her ability to get through this.
I could either break character or commit myself to a life-threatening trial.
So I found myself opening my mouth and saying, “I can easily pass an Infernal Trial. Of course the gods want me here.” I chuckled softly. “I think we all know that.”
Lydia was seething at me, her lip curled a little. “But what if Duke Orion tries to help her? Clearly, they have a relationship. We all know how skilled he is at killing. What if they cheat?”
The king cut a sharp glance to Orion. “Well, the duke will remain with me on the other side of the Acheron River, just outside my tower. We will be watching for you to cross over, or listening for the victory cry that would herald your death. We will have cocktails.”
“And no flying,” spat Lydia. “You can’t use your wings.”
Now there was one rule I’d have no problem sticking to. I didn’t have wings, or magic, or really any hope to survive the rest of the night. Not unless I figured out a plan real fast. Maybe a quick, secretive exit from the city before anyone noticed.
Except the king wasn’t dismissing us. No, he was drawing a dagger from his belt. Dread started to bloom in my chest as I realized what was happening now.