But things would get messy and bloodier than they already were, and I didn’t want Kieran anywhere near any of it. I hadn’t wanted him here at all.
He knew that, and still insisted on joining me. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to talk some sense into him.
I rose, and Kieran’s eyes immediately narrowed. “You know I’d prefer if you—”
“Don’t start,” he interrupted, his voice dropping low, even though not a soul could hear us. “I know exactly what you’re going to say, Cas.”
“I didn’t want you here in the first place,” I told him. “If I had my way, you would be back in Atlantia, or at the very least, in Spessa’s End, annoying the hell out of your sister.”
“Didn’t I just ask you not to start with this shit?”
“You didn’t ask. You demanded that I not, and I’m ignoring that.” I clasped his shoulder. “Besides the risks—”
“What you mean to say is besides the fact that my father would have your ass if something happened to me.”
“That, too.” I cracked a grin despite the truth of what Kieran said. His father would have my ass if something happened to his son. Who I was wouldn’t stop him. “I know being here, having to stay in this form, hasn’t been easy.”
“I make do. I’ll keep making do, so don’t worry about me.”
Of course, he’d say that. But no wolven enjoyed being confined to their mortal forms, even if it was by choice. “You can ride ahead to New Haven.”
“I’m with you,” Kieran said, folding his hand around my outstretched forearm. “Always. Even if I think what you’re doing is idiotic.”
Just like he’d known there would be no changing my mind about the Duke, I knew there was no chance I’d change his regarding this. I had to try, though. I squeezed his shoulder, then dropped my hand. “I’ve done far more idiotic things.”
“Name one.”
I knocked back a strand of dark hair. “I could name a hundred, but then we’d be here until the Rite.”
“We would be.” The humor dissipated as he bent, picking up the sack. “If all goes well, the next time we see each other…”
I took a deep breath. “Will be when we’re leaving Masadonia.”
MISS WILLA COLYNS
I didn’t know if I should laugh or shout.
The very ill-behaved Maiden had snuck out again, and I only knew because I had entered her chambers when there’d been no answer to my knock. I’d been bored. Vikter was nowhere near, and it was the perfect opportunity to get closer to her. But her quarters were empty.
My suspicions concerning that door by the windows had been spot-on. It led to a dusty-ass, cobweb-filled stairwell that appeared as if it were mere minutes from crumbling.
I’d figured she would use the broken section of the inner wall to leave the castle grounds and then take Wisher’s Grove to wherever she planned to go. I’d been right, catching up to her just as she left the woods.
I didn’t stop her, which inarguably made me a bad guard and question my sanity because, yet again, another prime opportunity to make a run for it with her had presented itself, and I didn’t take it.
But I would have to get in touch with Kieran, which wasn’t exactly quick, and we’d still have to make it past the fully staffed Rise.
Besides, I was curious as to what she was up to. Was she going to the Red Pearl? Meeting with someone? I didn’t think that was the case.
I lost her for a bit once she entered the packed streets, and it took an ungodly amount of time to pick up her scent again near the Atheneum.
She was sneaking off to the city library, which was disgustingly cute…until I thought about the fact that she had to actually sneak out to go to a place as harmless as the Atheneum. This was her life. I felt bad for her.
Until I looked up and spotted her standing on a godsdamn window ledge that faced the Grove, too far from the very hard ground. I couldn’t even allow myself to fathom what in the hell she was doing as I entered the Atheneum. There’d been many scents, halls, and staircases to get to the floor I believed her to be on. And I’d finally tracked what I was sure was a lovely ass down to a private and quite chilly chamber despite the warmth of the other spaces. I zeroed in on the open window.
And that was approximately when my humor faded.
Making sure the door to the private chamber was locked, I stalked toward the godsdamn window.
“You still out there, Princess?” I called out. “Or have you fallen to your death? I really hope that’s not the case since I’m pretty positive that would reflect poorly on me since I assumed you were in your room.” I placed my hands on the windowsill. “Behaving. And not on a ledge, several dozen feet in the air, for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom but am dying to learn.”
“Dammit,” she whispered.
I fought back a grin, reminding myself I was angry with her. Rightfully so. She was endangering her life—and my plans. I leaned out the window and looked to my right. There she was, plastered against the stone wall, a book clutched to her chest. I raised an eyebrow.
“Hi?” she squeaked.
That was all she had to say? “Get inside.”
She didn’t move.
Sighing, I extended a hand. I swore to the gods, if I had to climb out there… “Now.”
“You could say please.”
My eyes narrowed. “There are a whole lot of things I could say to you that you should be grateful I’m keeping to myself.”
“Whatever,” she muttered. “Move back.”
I waited, wanting to take her hand just so I was confident she wouldn’t slip and fall to her death, but when she made no move to take it, I swallowed a carriage full of curses and stepped back. “If you fall, you’re going to be in so much trouble.”
“If I fall, I’ll be dead,” she quipped. “So, I’m not quite sure how I’d also be in trouble.”
“Poppy,” I snapped.
A second later, the lower half of her cloaked body appeared in the window. She gripped the upper windowsill, then dipped. She started to let go—
I snapped forward, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her sweet, fresh scent curled around me as I hauled her inside. The front of her body was pressed to mine as I lowered her feet to the floor. Keeping my arm around her, I reached for the back of her hood. If I were going to yell at her, I would do so while looking upon her and not at a shadowy space.
“Don’t—”
I yanked her hood down. Her features were still only partially exposed to me. Disappointment surged, but this was better than a veil. “A mask.” I eyed the silky strands of hair that had escaped her braid and fell against her cheek. “This brings back old memories.”
Her cheeks warmed as she tugged at my hold, getting nowhere. “I understand you’re probably upset—”
“Probably?” I laughed.
“All right. You’re definitely upset,” she corrected. “But I can explain.”
“I sure hope so, because I have so many questions, starting with, how did you get out of your room?” I said, even though I knew exactly how. I just wanted her to admit it. “And ending with why in the gods were you on the ledge?”