CHAPTER ELEVEN
You’re not the weapon…
I staggered back, bumping into the divan. Attes couldn’t be insinuating what I thought he was. “I’m still able to fulfill my duty.”
“Maybe,” Attes replied, eather pulsing in his stare. “But you’re not her, and we have no way of knowing if that matters. If I had to go off my gut feeling? It does. Which means you won’t be able to kill him.”
I sank onto the plush divan, my head shaking in fierce denial. Attes’s words pelted me like stones thrown against a fortress of adamant refusal instead of providing respite.
I felt no solace.
And shouldn’t there be? I didn’t want to do what it would take to fulfill my destiny. I should be celebrating this news, but there was no relief.
How could there be when it meant I’d never been able to save my kingdom? Everything I’d suffered and given up, all the sacrifices I’d made throughout my life for a kingdom that didn’t even know me. Not to mention the choices my family faced. They were all for nothing. All those years of grueling training and pushing my body and mind to the brink of collapse meant nothing. There’d been no need for me to learn what it felt like to be so godsdamn empty, what it took to be so, and what it stole.
Accepting that truth was unbearable, intolerable. It meant my life, my entire existence, had been a lie.
No.
I couldn’t accept that I wouldn’t be able to stop Kolis if I failed to escape. That he would survive, continuing to hurt Ash and others. There would be more favorites, and Sotoria…good gods, she would be trapped once I died. That was inevitable. I would not allow others to die to keep me alive.
No.
Attes’s gut instinct had to be wrong. Wouldn’t the Fates have known this? Holland? And if so, why had he spent so many years training me? Why did it matter if Kolis believed the one thrusting a blade through his heart was the one he loved? Perhaps it didn’t.
Because there was no way that everything I had given up—everything Eythos and Kolis caused—was for nothing. That it was all fucking pointless.
“You have to be wrong.” My shoulders squared. “You have to be.”
“I hope I am.” The Primal’s gaze was now focused somewhere above me, his fingers curled at the base of his throat.
“Nothing has changed,” I told him.
“Except if you attempt to kill him, and it doesn’t work?” His chin lowered. “What do you think he will do to you?”
“What he’s already done,” I said. “I stabbed him earlier. I missed his heart by an inch, and I’m still alive.”
Attes blinked.
“He was angry,” I amended, flattening my palms against my knees. “But he didn’t kill me. Obviously.”
The Primal stared at me for several moments. “You managed to stab him?”
“Yeah.”
“With what kind of weapon?”
“Not one made of the bones of an Ancient,” I muttered. “Shadowstone.”
His eyes widened. “And that pierced his skin?”
I nodded. “He healed up pretty quickly.”
“Shit,” he whispered, surprise evident in his tone. “He’s weaker than I thought. Even with the embers he stole long since faded, he’s still the oldest Primal. Shadowstone shouldn’t have pierced his skin.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
“It’s an interesting thing,” he corrected. “If he hadn’t healed immediately, that would’ve been a good thing.”
I started to frown.
“It just means the playing field may have been leveled a little,” he added. “But just because he didn’t end up killing you before, doesn’t mean he won’t do it later. And if you die? And her soul is lost—”
“Yes, I get it. Her soul is the most important thing,” I snapped. “She dies, everything is lost.”
Attes’s head tilted. A moment passed. “You matter, too.”
A bitter laugh left me, even as my cheeks warmed with embarrassment. “You don’t need to lie.”
“I’m not.”
Irritation rose. I knew better, which left me even more frustrated. I should be used to that by now. But also? Her soul was important. “So, what are you saying? I shouldn’t attempt to kill him?”
“I don’t think it’s worth the risk,” he shared.
“Then what am I supposed to do?” I demanded. “Nothing?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Kolis doesn’t know the truth, and that means you’re still his weakness. You can use that to our benefit.”
“Our benefit?” Tension returned as I curled my fingers into my gown. “Funny choice of words.”
Attes ignored that. “Nyktos needs to be freed as soon as possible if there is any hope of preventing the kind of war Kolis spoke of,” he warned. “And we’re already racing toward it. I can sense it.” His eyes searched mine. “You can change that, at least.”
“I know.” I straightened my fingers. “I have a plan.”
“You do?” His brows lifted. “Already?”
“Yeah.” I frowned. “Why does that surprise you?”
“You were only just taken.” His eyes searched mine. “No one would’ve faulted you if you weren’t of clear enough mind yet to develop a plan.”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t the first time I’ve found myself in a situation that doesn’t allow for a whole lot of time to break down.”
He stared. “What kind of life have you lived, Seraphena?”
I laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. Not when I felt like my body was caving in on itself. “Then what? I gain Nyktos’s freedom, and what happens next? You think Nyktos will simply return to the Shadowlands and pretend like nothing happened?”
“If he’s wise, he will.” His gaze held mine. “And you know that’s true.”
My heart skipped a beat. It was. I’d prefer if Ash did exactly that, but he wouldn’t. “He cares for me,” I said quietly. “He feels responsible for me. He won’t do that.”
“I think he feels you are more than a responsibility,” he quipped with a smile that caused a dimple to wink to life.
The breath I took scorched my lungs. It hurt because I’d spoken the truth. Ash did feel responsible for me. He cared for me. He was fond of me. But he could not feel what Attes was clearly suggesting.
It took a lot for me to breathe past the burn and focus beyond it, but I did. Because I had to. “Then how will this prevent a war?”
“I didn’t say you were preventing a war,” Attes corrected softly. “I said you would be preventing the kind of war Kolis spoke of. There is a difference. While I know Nyktos is capable of many terrifying things if pushed, it pales in comparison to what Kolis will do. With Nyktos free, he’ll be able to protect his people and gather support.”
“Is there support to be gained?”
“There can be.”
My hands fell to the cushion. “That’s not good enough.”
“Look, news of what Kolis has done is spreading. It will make others uncomfortable, even if Kolis thinks it won’t stir up too much unrest,” he said, and I immediately thought about Phanos’s response upon seeing me. “But Kolis likes to forget that Nyktos comes in as a close second in the top three Primals that no one wants to piss off.”