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Too Late, My Mates The Lantern
The door slammed and had vanished. I spun around. Behind us, where the black stone entrance had been, there was only a smooth wall of pale rock. Kael slammed his fist against it. Nothing. Not a crack. "It is sealed," he said hoarsely. "Then we go down." "Wren..." "There is no other way." We descended the spiral stair in silence. The silver light grew brighter with every step, until it hurt to look at. The air turned thick and sweet. Dorian wiped sweat from his forehead and kept one hand on his sword. Kael walked at my shoulder, close enough that I could feel the heat of him. At the bottom, the stair opened into a vast round cavern. It was like standing inside a hollow moon. The ceiling arched high above us, polished smooth, glittering like frost. The floor was a single sheet of pale stone, swept clean. And in the center of it, on a low dais, lay a slab of black rock as long as a coffin. Veins of silver ran through it, pulsing like a heartbeat. On top of the slab lay my mothe
Too Late, My Mates Only An Ashford Hand
"Ride!" We tore down the ridge toward the burning column of light. The wind screamed past my ears. Snow flew up from the horse's hooves. Behind me, Kael's mount thundered, and Ronan's right after it. The tower glowed like a lantern. Every window blazed silver. The light poured out of the roof in a pillar so bright that I could see the hairs on my hands. "It is the Moon Stone," Kael shouted. "It is waking." "Can we stop it?" "I do not know!" We hit the main road. The gates of Silverfang were wide open. Warriors in grey stood in clumps in the courtyard, staring up at the sky, white-faced and silent. Nobody tried to stop us. A heavy figure in dark leather stepped out of the shadows with a sword in his hand. "Alpha Blackmoor!" Garrick roared. "Garrick!" Kael hauled his horse to a stop. "Where is Tobias?" "Alive. Safe." Garrick jerked his chin toward a hunched shape huddled in a cloak behind him. "He ran when the light started. I caught him in the kitchens, trying to flee." Tobi
Too Late, My Mates The Man Who Did Not Age
He was not old. That was the first thing I saw when Lord Marrow stepped onto the top landing. Wynn had called him a bad old man. Tobias had called him a ghost. I had pictured a withered, trembling creature with cracked hands. The man in the doorway looked forty. He was tall and lean, with white hair swept back from a smooth, pale face. His eyes were black as wells. He wore a grey robe, and under it, a faint sweet smell drifted into the little room, thick as honey. "Do not stare, child," he said gently. "It is rude." "You are sixty years dead." "I am sixty years patient." He smiled. "The Moon is generous to those who wait." Kael stepped in front of me, sword drawn. "Stay where you are." "Kael Blackmoor." Marrow looked him up and down. "You have your father's jaw. He tried to hang me once. Did he tell you?" "My father is dead." "Yes. Everyone's father is dead eventually." He sighed. "Put the sword down." "No." "Then I will make you." He began to hum. It hit Kael like a wal
Too Late, My Mates The Woman At The Top Of The Tower
"I am going up that tower tonight." "No," Kael said. "I was not asking." "Wren, it is the middle of the night. We have no plan, no weapons, and one child as a guide." "My mother is up there." "You do not know that." "Wynn says she has a silver crescent on her wrist." My voice cracked. "I have the same mark. I was born with it. Nobody knows about hers." Kael went silent. Cassian looked at Ronan. Ronan looked at the floor. "Then we go," Cassian said finally. "All of us." "Garrick stays with Tobias," I said. "Lock him in the closet. If he runs, we lose our witness." "Done," Garrick growled from the doorway. Wynn tugged my sleeve. "I have a key. For the bottom door. I steal it from Mama's belt every night." I knelt and kissed her forehead. "You are the bravest person I know." She blushed to the roots of her braids. The east tower was a black needle against the starry sky. We crept through the sleeping keep in single file, hugging the walls, ducking under windows. Twice we f
Too Late, My Mates The Coffin Full Of Stones
Elder Tobias slept with a knife under his pillow. "Left side," Wynn whispered. "He thinks nobody knows." We crouched in the dark servants' passage behind his bedroom wall. Candlelight leaked through a crack in the boards. Beyond it, a heavy old man lay snoring under a thick fur blanket, one hand tucked beneath his pillow. "How do you know?" Ronan murmured. "I bring him tea." Wynn shrugged. "He is very nervous." I rubbed my aching arms. My three babies were miles away in the cave, tucked in warm furs beside Brenna and Hazel, all of them together. It had taken everything I had to leave them. Only for an hour, I kept telling myself. Only until I know. Kael touched my elbow. "Are you sure about this?" "No." "We can go back." "I cannot," I said. "If I walk into that Circle tomorrow without knowing the truth, I will lose." He nodded slowly. "Whatever he says, I am with you." "Do not make me promises, Kael." "It is not a promise. It is a fact." I did not answer. But when he step
Too Late, My Mates The Voice In Kael's Mouth
The humming was colder than Isolde's.It did not crawl into my ears like warm honey. It slid in like frost, thin and sharp, and it froze my thoughts where they stood. My knees locked. My vision swam. In my arms, the baby let out one faint whimper."Cassian," I gasped. "Ronan..."Cassian had already dropped to one knee in the snow. His sword hung from his hand like a dead branch. Ronan swayed beside him, eyes rolling, mouth open."Wren." Cassian's voice was a thread. "I cannot... it is so heavy...""Fight it!""I am trying!"Someone yanked hard on my sleeve."Do not let it in!" Wynn's small face was white and fierce. "You have to sing!""Sing what?""Anything! Anything else! It cannot stand it!""I do not know any songs!""Then make one up!"I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Wynn grabbed the baby's blanket and pressed her lips together. Then, very softly, she started humming. It was the same wandering tune I had heard under the pine. Simple. Off-key. A child's song, wobbling up and
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