“And keep me. Beneath. Forever.”
The dismay on her face set him laughing. Laughter was the sole alternative to crying. “Yeah.”
“But you could have swum away.”
“You can’t just swim away from the River Queen. She denies her daughter nothing. She’d have locked me in my humanoid form, to ensure I couldn’t swim out.”
Again, that dismay on her face. “She’d do that to one of her own kind? Destroy your fins to confine you?”
“She isn’t mer,” he said. “She’s an elemental. And yes, she does it to punish mer all the time.”
“That’s barbaric.”
“So is treating Fae females like broodmares and forcing them to marry.”
Sathia only angled her head. “You ran away from marriage to the River Queen’s daughter … only to wind up married to a stranger.”
He knew Baxian was listening closely, though the Helhound kept his focus on Bryce and Athalar. “It seemed like a better option.”
“It doesn’t make sense.”
He sighed. And maybe because they were on some cursed island in the middle of the Haldren, maybe because they were hundreds of feet underground with only Cthona to witness it, he said, “My little sister. Lesia. She, ah, died last year.”
Sathia seemed taken aback at the turn the conversation had taken. “I’m sorry, Tharion,” she said gently. She sounded sincere.
Baxian murmured, “I didn’t know that. My condolences, Ketos.”
Tharion couldn’t stop the memory of Lesia from flashing bright in his mind. Red-haired and beautiful and alive. His chest ached, threatening to cave in on itself.
But it was better than the other memory of her—of the photographs her murderer had snapped of her body. What he’d done to her when Tharion hadn’t been there to protect her.
Tharion went on, “I know you and Flynn have a … tense relationship. But you’re still his little sister. You were in trouble. And I knew that if Lesia had been in the same spot, I’d have wanted a decent male to help her out.”
Sathia’s eyes softened. “Well, thank you. If we make it through all this”—she waved a hand to the caves, the world beyond—“I’ll see if there’s a way to liberate you from this … situation.”
“Trust me, it’s in my best interest to stay married to you until the River Queen’s daughter moves on to some other poor bastard. If I’m single …”
“She’ll come after you.”
Tharion nodded. “It’s cowardly and pathetic, I know. And I mean, her mother will probably come after me and kill me anyway. But at least I won’t have to spend my life as a royal concubine.”
“All right.” Sathia squared her shoulders. “Marriage it is, then.” She gave him a small smile. “For now.” Then she glanced to Bryce and Hunt. “You think they’re really in Hel?”
“Part of me hopes yes, the other part hopes no,” Tharion answered.
“They’re in Hel,” Baxian said quietly.
Sathia twisted toward him. “How do you know?”
Baxian pointed to their slumbering friends. “Look.”
Bryce and Hunt lay peacefully on the black salt ground, hands entwined, their bodies covered in a thin layer of frost.
* * *
The black boat that Aidas led Bryce and Hunt into was a cross between the one that had brought them into Avallen and the ones that carried bodies to the Bone Quarter. But in lieu of a stag’s head, it was a stag’s skull at the prow, greenish flame dancing in its eyes as it sailed through the cave. The eerie green light illuminated black rock carved into pillars and buildings, walkways and temples.
Ancient. And empty.
Bryce had never seen a place so void of life. So … still. Even the Bone Quarter had a sense of being lived in, albeit by the dead. But here, nothing stirred.
The river was wide, yet placid. The lap of water against the hull seemed to echo too loudly over the stones, over the ceiling so far above that it faded into the gloom.
“It’s like a city of the dead,” Hunt murmured, draping a wing around Bryce.
Aidas turned from where he stood at the prow, holding in his hands a long pole that he’d used to guide them. “That’s because it is.” He gestured with a pale hand to the buildings and temples and avenues. “This is where our beloved dead come to rest, with all the comforts of life around them.”
“But we’re not … here-here,” Bryce said. “Right? We’re just dreaming?”