“I know what you’re about to say,” Kieran cut in, and I knew he thought of what I’d asked him the night before. “You’re not destined to do anything terrible.”
“He’s right,” Tawny said quickly. “I didn’t get the impression from Vikter that he believed you were destined to do anything evil.”
I nodded, feeling Kieran’s stare. I cleared my throat. “And that was all he said?”
“No. There was one more thing, but he told me it was only for you to hear and no one else.” She glanced at Kieran and then Delano. “I’m sorry.”
A muscle ticked along Kieran’s jaw. “I don’t like this.” He quickly glanced at Tawny. “No offense.”
She lifted a shoulder. “I wouldn’t like it either. I’m way too nosy.”
A wan grin tugged at my lips. “I need to hear what this is. Vikter wouldn’t have told her anything that would hurt me.”
“And if he had—which he didn’t—I wouldn’t repeat it,” she added and then pursed her lips. “Unless it was something she needed to hear. Like when she was about to make a bad life choice by not going back to the Red Pearl to find Hawke—er, Casteel. Whoever. Anyway, I did tell her to do that.”
“Oh, my gods, Tawny.” My head snapped toward her.
Kieran’s head cocked. “You weren’t actually going back to—？”
“Nope.” I gave him a small shove. Gianna grinned as she rose, along with Delano. “We’re not getting into any of that now. Sorry. Everyone out.”
Kieran arched a brow. “Is that an order?”
“Yes,” I said. “And you know it was.”
“Whatever,” he muttered as he rose. “I’ll be waiting outside.”
“Okay.”
“So,” Tawny drew out the word. “Why is it that he behaves as I would expect from your husband?”
Heat crept into my cheeks. “He’s the Advisor to the Crown.”
Tawny stared at me.
“And a friend. A close friend—but not like that,” I quickly added as interest sparked along Tawny’s features. “Honestly, I don’t know what it’s like. It’s complicated.”
“I would say,” she murmured. “And I cannot wait to hear all about this complication in excruciatingly painful detail.”
I laughed and realized I was close to crying because this was Tawny. My Tawny. “I’ll tell you everything.”
She nodded. “But later?”
“Later. I have to leave tomorrow,” I told her, hating that I would, and we’d have little time together. It didn’t seem fair, but I was grateful that she was here now. “I need to free Casteel.”
“I understand.” Her eyes searched mine. “I’m just glad we reached you when we did.”
“Me, too.” I started to speak, then stopped and tried again. “Did you learn about the Ascension? What really happened to the third-borns?”
“I did,” she whispered. “Ian told me after I arrived in Wayfair. You know, I didn’t want to believe him. I didn’t want to admit that I bought into this horrific lie—that I was a part of it.”
“But you didn’t know. None of us did.”
“Doesn’t seem to make it better, though, does it?”
Meeting her gaze, I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t.”
Tawny scooted forward until her knees pressed into the coffee table. “I think I know why you can’t sense anything from me. I think it’s because I was dying, Poppy. Whatever the Arae or Vikter did could only stop the process. But look at me. My hair. My eyes. My skin is so cold. I think I’m dead but…not.”
My heart stuttered. “You’re not dead, Tawny. You breathe, right? Eat? Think? Feel?” When she nodded, I took a deep breath. “Then you’re alive in all the ways that matter.”
“True,” she murmured. “But the Ascended can do all of those things.”
“You’re not an Ascended.” My gaze searched the beautiful, fine lines of her features. “We’ll figure out what happened to you. Someone has to know.”
“We will.” She inhaled sharply, meeting my gaze. “Vikter told me why no one was allowed to know the Consort’s name, and why those who did were not allowed to repeat it in the mortal realm.”
My lips parted. “Okay, I was not expecting that.”
Tawny laughed. “Yeah, me neither, but Vikter said that her name is power, and that to speak it is to bring the stars from the skies and topple the mountains into the sea.”