Darkness pulled in on Sawyn, and, with a whoosh of air, she and Maez vanished.
The moment they disappeared, the magic pinning me to the wall snapped. I collided with the ground, my head cracking on the hard stone. I faintly heard Grae screaming my name over the roar of rushing blood in my ears. I wanted to say something, but my throat was used up. I wanted to go to my sister, but I had no strength. I wanted . . .
The scent of earth and smoke circled me as the darkness pulled me under.
Twelve
The sound of whispered, bickering voices roused me. A throbbing pain exploded behind my eyes as I squinted into the bright morning light. With a groan, I tenderly touched my bruised temple. Adjusting my thin nightgown, I propped myself up on my elbow. I was in Briar’s bed, the one I had lounged upon eating candied almonds less than a day before.
Briar . . .
I gasped, bolting upright and scanning around the room. The horrors of the night before came flooding back to me. Where was Briar? I needed to find her.
My ears rang, a high tinny sound as two growling voices crept from beyond the bedroom door. Blood drained from my face as I identified them—Grae and King Nero.
“There is no way to break the curse,” the King snarled. “Maez is either locked in a tower or under a spell herself. The only reason we know she’s not dead yet is because the other one lives. There will be no retrieving her.”
“She is your niece!” Grae hissed.
“And I grieve her along with the rest of the kingdom.”
“We have to go get her,” Grae insisted. “We can’t just leave her to that sorceress.”
“You step one foot in Olmdere and Sawyn and her Rooks will kill you, Grae,” Nero growled. “You are not going. What’s done is done. We can still mine the outer reaches of Olmdere in secret. The pack won’t question it once you marry that girl.”
My hands shook with unrestrained rage. I shot out of bed, snatching the charcoal gray robe hanging over the back of Briar’s chair and belting it. I threw open the door and the two men paused.
“Calla,” Grae breathed, relief washing over his expression as his eyes narrowed to the bruise on my head.
I glared at the King. “You were never going to help Olmdere, were you?”
Nero chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Why would I do such a foolish thing?”
“Because you swore to my parents.” I stormed forward and Grae took a half step between us, putting a steadying hand on my shoulder. “You were meant to be their ally!”
“My allies are dead,” King Nero snarled. “The only thing left of their kingdom worth keeping is the gold mines.”
I blanched.
“Careful, father,” Grae warned.
“Or what?” King Nero lifted his chin with the arrogance of someone who knew they had the upper hand. “I am your king. I’ve let your leash grow too long, Grae.” His cold eyes slid from me to Grae. “Remember your lessons. Remember what I can do.” Grae shifted another step in front of me, a growl rumbling in his throat. “Olmdere is gone and so is Maez. The Crimson Princess will never wake from her slumber. You will marry the other one and we will take what is left of our ally’s resources.”
Grae balled his fists, taking a swift step toward his father. I was certain he was about to strike him, threats be damned. I grabbed him by the crook of the arm, forcing him to look at me.
“I want to stab him as much as you,” I whispered, holding his eyes as his wrath cooled. “But if you hang, I hang, remember?” I turned to Nero. “Now, where is Briar?”
“We’ve put her in a room in the eastern tower,” the king answered. “Far out of the way.”
I gritted my teeth but held Grae’s eyes. “Take me to her.”
He bobbed his head, giving one more warning look at his father before heading off down the hall.
Tightening the belt on my robe, I followed Grae through the labyrinth of winding halls and spiraling stone staircases. The castle was quiet, the haunted memories of the night before still filling the dreary passageways. Higher and higher, we climbed up the eastern tower until we reached a dusty wooden door.
Grae paused, hand on the handle, as he looked at me. “We will find a way to break this curse.”
The door creaked open and tears instantly pricked my eyes at what I saw. Briar lay in her wedding dress upon a stone tomb. Her red hair was still perfectly braided atop her head, her veil flowing over the hard stone. Her lifeless hands clutched her bouquet of wilting white flowers.
My eyes welled at the rise and fall of her chest. She was alive. Numbness spread through my limbs as I drifted toward her.