“We all did fucked-up shit for Sandriel,” Hunt said roughly.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have a choice. I did.”
“You chose to turn away from it, to mitigate the damage when you could.”
“Thanks to Danika,” Baxian said.
“What better excuse than love?” Hunt asked.
Baxian smiled sadly. “I told her everything, you know. Danika, I mean. And she understood—she didn’t judge. She told me she had a half-human, half-Fae friend who had faced similar troubles. I think her love for Bryce allowed her to see past all my shit and still love me.”
Hunt smiled. “You should tell Bryce that.”
Baxian eyed him. “You guys … ah, you guys okay? Things seemed kind of rough for a while, down in the caves.”
“Yeah,” Hunt said, letting out a long breath. “Yeah, we are. We talked.”
“And the Hel stuff …” Bryce had filled everyone in about what the Princes of Hel had claimed about Hunt’s origins. “You doing okay with that?”
Hunt considered. “It seems secondary to everything else that’s going on, you know? Poor me, with my daddy issues. Daddies? I don’t even know.”
Baxian huffed a laugh. “Does it matter? Your exact genetic makeup?”
Hunt considered again. “No. That’s just stuff in my blood, my magic. It’s not who I am.” He shrugged. “That’s what Bryce says, anyway. I’m working on believing it.”
Baxian nodded to the halo on Hunt’s brow. “So how come you haven’t taken it off yet? They claimed you’ve had the power all along.”
Hunt glanced toward the raftered ceiling. “I will,” he hedged.
Baxian gave Hunt a look that said he saw right through him. That right now, Hunt needed a breather. Just some time to process everything. He wanted to be free of the halo, but to go full Prince of Hel or whatever … he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
But Baxian said, “Bryce is right, though. Who you are isn’t about what’s biologically in your system. It’s about who raised you. Who you are now.”
Hunt’s mother’s face flashed before his eyes, and he fixed the memory of her close to his heart. “Have you and Bryce been exchanging notes on how to give me a pep talk?”
Baxian laughed, then glanced around. “Where is she, anyway? Off making more gardens?”
Hunt laughed quietly. “Probably. But I came here to find you—we’re having a council of war in a minute, but I wanted to ask you something first.”
Baxian crossed his powerful arms, giving Hunt his full attention. “What?”
“Some shit’s going down soon. I need someone to run things if I’m not around.”
“And where would you be?”
“You’ll hear about everything from Bryce,” Hunt said, holding his stare. “But I need a second in command right now.”
Baxian raised his brows. For a moment, Hunt was in a war tent again, giving orders to his soldiers before battle. He shook off the chill of the memory and folded his wings.
Baxian smirked, though. “Who said you’re in charge?”
Hunt rolled his eyes. “My wife, that’s who.” But he pressed, “So … will you? I need someone who can fight. On the ground and in the air.”
“Oh, you’re only asking because I have wings?” Baxian ruffled his black feathers for emphasis.
“I’m asking,” Hunt said, noting the spark of amusement on the Helhound’s face, “because I trust you, asshole. For some weird reason.”
“Asteri dungeon bonding at its finest.” The tone was light, though the shadows of all they’d been through darkened Baxian’s eyes. “But I’m honored. Yeah—you can trust me. Tell me what needs to get done and I’ll do it.”
“Thanks,” Hunt said, and motioned to the exit. “You might regret that in a few minutes … but thanks.”
* * *
“Let me get this straight,” Ruhn said. They had all gathered around a campfire in the middle of an open plain—about the only privacy they could find from spying ears. Just for the Hel of it, Flynn had grown a small grove of oak trees around them. His earth-based magic seemed to be exploding here now, as if the reborn land were calling to him to fill it, adorn it.
But Ruhn fixed his stare on his sister as he said, “We’re going to Nena. To open the Northern Rift.”
Bryce, seated on a large stone with Hunt beside her, said, “I am going to Nena. With Hunt. And my parents—I need Randall’s particular brand of expertise. Baxian will stay here with Cooper until they get back. You are going to take those two buzzards”—she nodded to Flynn and Declan, who glared at her—“and go back to Lunathion.”