LOGINAthenaAldith walked down those stairs like a woman crossing a river on stones.I kept hold of her hand the whole way. It was dry and light and shook like a leaf, and every few steps she stopped and said "I can't," and I said "Okay, rest," and we rested, and then she went on. Rowan came behind us. I could feel him there, a warm wall at my back, the red cord between us gone quiet.Brisa was at the bottom. Ione beside her. Odalys a step off, arms crossed tight like she was holding herself together.Nobody said anything.Aldith stopped on the last stair. She looked at her daughters, two old women in wet coats, and her mouth worked."You got so old," she said.It was the stupidest thing. It was also the only thing. Brisa made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, and crossed the floor, and then all three of them were holding on in the dark doorway, grey heads together, and I turned my face away because it wasn't mine to watch.Rowan took my hand. I let him."That was brave," he murmured.
RowanThe stairs went on longer than the tower was tall.I counted at first, out of habit, and gave up at ninety. The walls were bare stone, damp with something that smelled of wintergreen, and the gold light above us never got closer. Athena climbed one step ahead of me with her hand skimming the wall, the red cord slack between us. Every few steps she paused, head tilted, listening to something I couldn't hear."It's folding the space," she whispered. "Like a sleeve turned inside out.""Can you stop it?""I can feel where it's stitched." She flexed her fingers. "Not yet."I kept my hand near the knife at my belt and knew it was useless. Whatever waited up there didn't care about knives.At last the stairs ended at a door standing open. Warm light spilled out. Inside was a round room, exactly as she'd seen it in the square, a long table, seven chairs, six of them empty with their candles guttering. In the seventh sat a small woman in grey wool, knitting.Knitting. Needles clicking, a
AthenaWe left that night, and I fought everyone about who was coming.Rowan wanted forty guards. Lake wanted twelve and a plan. Chase wanted to carry me, which I ignored. In the end it was eleven of us in four cars, plus Brisa, who refused to be left and said so in a voice I had never heard from her, small and iron. Odalys came because she was Odalys. Ione came because nobody had the heart to stop her. Amara I left behind with a promise, and she took it the way she takes everything, silent, eyes on my face, filing it."You come back," she said at the gate."Always.""Say it like you mean it.""Where did you hear that?""Rowan." She almost smiled. Then she hugged me so hard my ribs creaked, and Ziri, on Peri's hip, shrieked "Bye Mama bye" like we were going to the market.I didn't cry until the palace lights were gone. Rowan didn't say anything. He just took my hand and held it on the seat between us, the red cord still knotted on both our wrists, and let me.The road north was long a
RowanThe rope was Chase's idea and the knot was Odalys's, and I checked it four times anyway.Silk cord, thin as a finger, dyed red. One end looped loosely around Athena's left wrist over the chain, the other wound three times around my forearm, right over the finished map. She'd stood there letting me fuss with it, saying nothing, which is how I knew she was frightened. Athena jokes when she's fine."Tighter," I said."It's tight.""It slipped.""It didn't slip, you're shaking." She caught my hand. "Rowan. Look at me."I looked. Grey light, her breath fogging, a smear of ink I'd never seen her wash off her thumb. The square behind her was filling. Families first, then guards pretending not to hover, then half the lower town standing at the edges in coats, silent. Someone had brought blankets. Someone always does."If it goes wrong," she said, "you pull. Don't ask me first.""You said you'd hear me.""I will. But pull anyway.""I can't promise that.""I know." She smiled, crooked. "T
AthenaI didn't sit at the head.Rowan had pulled the chair out for me and I'd looked at it and walked past, down to the middle of the long table, between Chase and my grandmother, where I could see everyone's face. Someone made a noise about protocol. Rowan said, "She sits where she wants," and that was the end of that.Twenty one people in the east hall. Lamps low, bread nobody touched. Bren and Vera and the new elder whose name I still had to think about. Lake with a notebook already open. Odalys. Ione, who I'd sent a driver for at four, and who sat very straight at the far end with her hands in her lap, braced for someone to throw her out. My father on a video screen Dena had propped against the teapot, glasses on, Ethan's shoulder at the edge of the frame.Dami was on another screen, eating noodles. Of course she was."Right," I said. "I'm going to tell you what I know, then what I'm afraid of. Then you can shout."Nobody laughed. Fine.So I told them. Five bonds gone since dawn,
RowanDena was standing in the communication room with her arms wrapped around herself, and I knew it was bad before she opened her mouth. Dena doesn't hug herself. Dena once reported a border breach while eating a sandwich."Three pairs," she said. "Lower town. They woke up this morning and the bonds were just gone.""Gone how?""Not broken. Gone. One of the women said it felt like someone pulled a thread out of her chest and the hole closed up behind it." She swallowed. "Their mates are standing in the same room and they can't feel each other. They're not even angry. They're just. Blank."Athena had come in behind me, boots half laced, hair still flat on one side from the pillow. She didn't say anything. She just went very still, and I felt it before I saw it, a small cold tug in my own chest, like someone testing a rope."Are you doing that?" I asked."No." Her voice was thin. "I felt it too. Like a hand reaching.""Reaching for what?""I don't know." She pressed her palm flat agai
Athena “I should be the one asking that.” His eyes narrowed,I racked my brains for answers, my brain felt foggy, but bits and pieces of last night's encounter came back. I shot up from the bed instantly, a whimper escaped my lips, I hadn't felt it cause the bed supported me but now I did. My ba
AthenaI tugged at my collar, my head dizzy, everything around me tilted sideways, the heat was growing, which was practically speaking impossible within these four words.“Greetings Your highness” a voice greeted and sauntered off, I could barely make out who it was, my senses were getting duller,
Six years.I had turned every stone in three kingdoms, burned through favors I’d spent a decade accumulating, and she had been here. Here. In the human quarter, behind a glass door with her name stenciled in gold ink like she hadn’t dismantled two kingdoms with her disappearing act.I stood across
Athena“Useless”“She's a disgrace to the royal family,”“A wolf less hybrid” “She caused the death of her mother.”“A curse.”“A fat one.”Nameless faces whispered around me, drowning me in their curses.“No, No, I didn't, I'm not” I protested weakly against the sea of voices drowning out mine.







