MasukElaraThe sun dipped low then disappeared. In the last light, hundreds of lanterns flared to life. Haggling voices, clanging hammers, woodsmoke, and lowing cattle swelled out of the twilight. We'd arrived at the border market.I stepped out of the car, stretching stiffly. Rows of Southern trucks hulked in the near darkness. Beyond their gleaming chrome, I could make out the Northern side: bundles of furs and rolls of iron, sturdy wagons heaped with timber.At the far end, a narrow gate pierced the market's edge. Guards stood there, a head taller than the milling crowd. Horses and carriages shifted in their traces beyond the gate.Kane walked to the stall of the market master, a heavyset man who watched us with a calculating eye. They talked quietly and Kane said something that made the man laugh. I tried to read his lips but it was too dark.Probably arranging our carriage.The warrior stayed by the car, his eyes on the Northern gate and the crowd around the stalls, not on me. I wande
Elara"It'll be cold up there, hard on you," Kane said beside me, his voice unpleasantly pleasant."Didn't I say that last night? Before you decided I was coming? I told you the cold would kill me. You said I'd survive."Kane laughed, his polite laugh. "And you will."I dug my nails into my palms, closed my eyes for a long blink.When I opened them, he was watching me, his thumb slowly turning his signet ring. "Your mother and father had a lot to say to you before they left, didn't they?"My fake parents had told me I was on my own with this one.I met his eyes directly. "Just be safe, wrap up warm, eat, call when you can." I forced my voice smooth, careful.Kane blinked slowly, stretched his jaw. He turned back to his window. "Of course. They worry."I probed gently at the stick under my skin. Aldric's last words to me came back in a rush. Your scent remains exactly the same to me. I will always know where you are.Valdris was where Aldric was, and where my mother and sister were. I
LyraMy phone rang. I glanced across the room to Odile sprawled on my bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. She'd appeared that afternoon, one soft knock before letting herself in like it was no big deal. I hadn't said a word about the kiss. Neither had Odile. I had no room for it in my mind, not with everything going on.Outside, the window was slowly going dark. I hurried over and saw Mrs. Voss's name flashing on the screen. I picked up."Is Nadia with you?" she asked without preamble."Um...Good evening Mrs Voss. No, Nadia isn't here with me" I said."If she turns up, will you tell her to call me?""What happened?" I asked with a frown. If Nadia wasn't with her, where was she then?There was only silence on the other end of the line. Finally, quieter: "Please, Lyra. If she comes."The line went dead. I lowered my phone and looked over at Odile. "She's run off, then," Odile said from the bed.I nodded.I reached for my coat.Odile sat up on the bed. "I know she was harsh the other nig
Nadia"I've paid the hospital bill," Grandfather said. "I've spoken to the funeral home. Your father will be taken care of."Mama let out a small sigh, slumping back into her pillow. "Thank you, Papa. I'm so sorry to be such a bother.""No bother at all, sweetie," Grandfather replied, patting her hand. "You have enough on your plate. What's important is getting you both home and settled."The glass was cool against my forehead. Outside, the sky shimmered, a dull gray that rimmed the bare trees.Grandfather turned to me. "Did you eat something, Nadia? It's been a long day."I nodded without looking at him."Good. You should let me carry your bag."I shook my head, a slight movement. Mama glanced at me, her brow pinched.Then he turned back to Mama. "There's a room ready for you at the house, sweetheart. And one for Nadia too.""Oh, Papa," Mama said, her voice cracking. "I don't know what we'd do without you.""Don't you worry about that," Grandfather said. "You're family. That's what f
RurikLater that day, I crept through the shadows and found Taya at the trough behind the stables.I heard the clang of the trough's iron handle. Taya's hands were already under the ice-crusted water. She glanced at me, then back at her scrubbing fingers."I'm not sorry," she said.I sat down on the trough edge beside her. My face still stung. "What are you doing?"She didn't answer. The water was frozen at the edges, a thin sheet of ice. She broke it, plunging her hands in again. Her fingers were red and raw."It's cold," I said."Shut up."I waited. She knew I would wait. It was why she had come here to the stables, away from the town.Finally she pulled her hands out of the trough. Water dripped down her wrists into her sleeves. She wiped her nose on the back of one hand, then glared at me."Would you really tell my father?""No.""I said would you really tell.""I won't tell.""You can't swear on that. You have to swear it proper, like an oath.""Oh." I licked my lips, tasting sal
RurikThe Night of the Feast"I saw nothing," I lied flatly, staring at the ground. "Only Taya."I felt Thorne's gaze on me, heavy with disbelief, but I did not take back the words. I knew them for what they were, a brazen falsehood, and yet I could not bring myself to speak the truth. I did not ask myself why.Some time passed in silence, then Thorne grunted once and turned to go inside. The heavy doors shut behind him with a thud. I sat unmoving, staring at the snow, until Father's calloused hand closed around my arm. He heaved me up off the trough and started steering me home. I went like a child, empty and numb.The girl rose from the snow, her eyes fixed on mine. For a moment it seemed she might follow, but she only watched us go. Her pale face was no more than a smudge in the darkness as Father and I passed beyond the reach of the torches.Inside my quarters, I collapsed onto my bed without removing my wet clothes. The keep gradually fell silent around me... footsteps fading, a
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Lyra"Tell the girl to step into the room," he said."Leave her out of this," I said. My voice came out as a pathetic, raspy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to find some spine. "She didn't do anything. It was my idea to come in here.""Tell her to step into the room," he said, his eyes going d
LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heavi







