The gray ice at the bottom of the gorge cracked like a bone under the sudden impact of our bodies, the frozen crust giving way to a dark pool of black mountain water that swallowed the hem of the scarlet gown."Get your head up, Noah."Ethan’s hand slammed into my hair, dragging my face out of the freezing slush before the numbing dark could take my lungs. He was breathing in short, heavy grunts, his bare chest slick with the icy mud, his silver eyes flashing with a wild, jagged light as he pinned me against the limestone wall of the cave bed. The heavy silver collar was still gripped in his right hand, its iron spikes scraping against the wet rock above my ear."You jumped," I wheezed, my chest twisting with a sharp, blinding pain as the cold air hit my lungs. The child was shivering against my ribs, his canvas wrapper soaked through with the black creek water, his tiny fingers clawing weakly at the wet wool of my shift. "You actually took the step, you madman.""I told you I wasn't

The freezing water of the creek dripped through the mossy ceiling of the hollow, striking the flat stone where the old salt bags used to sit seven months ago."You're freezing, Noah."Ethan’s voice was the only thing that didn't sound like the wind outside the limestone crack. He dropped his broken broadsword onto the dry dirt in the corner, the iron ringing against the stone with a dull, hollow note that died instantly in the small space. His bare chest was a mass of blue-rimmed bruises, the white scars from the crossbow bolts still tight and red under the thick coating of river mud and ash."The silk is soaked through," I said, my teeth clicking together so hard the words came out in ragged pieces. I sat on the remains of a rotting wool blanket, my fingers fumbling with the heavy knot of the scarlet gown Matthew had forced me into. "The child won't stop shivering, Ethan. The canvas didn't keep the creek out.""Give him to me." He didn't wait for me to lift the wrapper. He knelt in t

The gray ash settled thickly onto the stiff, frozen fringe of the velvet hem as the heavy fabric of the dead queen's robe dragged across the shale."Tie the left knot tighter."The white linen strips bit deep into my ribs, flattening the last curves of the chest under the stained lining of the royal purple cloak. My fingers were so cold they felt like wooden pegs against the iron buckle of the clasp, but the black veins under my throat had gone entirely still, leaving nothing but a numb, hard ridge of gray skin where the river glass had been."You're too loose at the shoulder, Noah."The infant didn't make a sound inside the deep fold of the purple velvet, his small face pressed against the raw wool of my shift to keep the mountain grit out of his nose. I didn't look back at the dark crack where Ethan lay breathing in that heavy, poppy-druggied sleep, his hand still closed around the sapphire ring I’d left in his mud-stained palm."He's coming down the track!" a sergeant shouted from

The cold limestone floor of the hollow sent a sharp tremor through the raw wounds of the lower shoulder as the numbness of the poppy root finally cleared from the skin."Noah."Ethan surged upright in the dark, his hand automatically slamming down onto the dry dirt where the hilt of his broadsword rested. His fingers closed around the cold leather, but his left palm hit the sharp, warped edge of the silver collar instead of the soft wool of the merchant's shift. The cave bed was dead silent. The faint smell of sweet almonds and sulfur still lingered in the damp air, but the canvas wrapper was gone, and the small heap of dry thistles by the rock wall had been crushed flat by the boots of the guard."Noah!" he roared, his voice cracking against the low roof as he scrambled to his knees, his bare chest heaving under the gray coating of dried mud and ash.He didn't find the boy. He found a small scrap of parchment torn from the back of the Alchemist's book, pinned to the flat stone by the

The cold iron of the executioner’s block pressed against my cheek, the splinters tasting of old soot and the bitter grease of the city guard."Step back from the rope, lieutenant."Ethan’s broadsword didn't fall on Vane’s neck. The heavy iron blade whistled through the gray mist of the square, striking the center link of my wrist chains with a violent, white flash that sent a shower of red sparks into the slush. The iron rings shattered, the broken pieces clicking against the oak planks like dropped coin."You're a madman, Ethan," I choked out, pushing myself up from the wood, my fingers instantly checking the wet canvas wrapper against my ribs. The child was silent, his gray eyes tracking the silver glare that was still pulsing wildly in the corners of Ethan’s eyelids. "The council has seventy archers behind the fountain. If you don't sign the pardon, they’ll turn this platform into a pincushion before the sun clears the arch.""I’m not signing a pardon for a man who doesn't belong t

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The heavy scent of scorched wild honey and crushed cedar wood drifted through the gaps in the thick pine logs, filling the kitchen before the morning sun even hit the valley floor."They’re awake, Noah."Ethan stood by the long oak dining table, his bare back to the hearth, his skin looking like pale marble under the soft yellow light of the whale-oil lamp. He didn't have his boots on. His large feet were buried in the dry rushes we’d strewn over the stone floor to keep the mountain frost out of the house. In his left hand, he held a wooden spoon, the handle carved with the small, jagged notches he used to count the days since we’d left the Western border behind."I can smell them from the well," I said, setting the heavy iron water bucket down by the wash-bench with a dull, hollow thud. I didn't have the linen strips around my chest anymore. The plain wool shift hung loose over my shoulders, the collar wide enough to show the smooth, white skin where the iron spikes of the throne had

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