Phaedra’s eyes sparkled. “I’m done talking. All I can tell you is one thing—watch out for Melenia. I’ve never trusted her, but lately . . . I know she’s up to something—and I think I know what it is. And trust me, if you aren’t smart, she will destroy you.”
Without another word she turned and began to run. Her form shimmered and shifted, taking the shape of a golden hawk that flew up high into the clear blue sky.
Chapter 14
JONAS
THE WILDLANDS
When Princess Cleo awoke, she found herself in the back of a rickety horse-drawn cart speeding across the countryside, her wrists bound.
Jonas had thought it best to restrain her. He knew she wasn’t going to be very happy with him. This was, perhaps, an understatement.
“Welcome back,” Jonas greeted her as she opened her aquamarine eyes.
She regarded him sleepily as the rest of the sleeping drug wore off.
Then clarity entered her gaze.
“You beast!” she snarled, lunging for him even while secured. “I hate you!”
He gently pushed her back down to a seated position. “Save your breath, your highness. You’ll strain yourself.”
Her gaze moved frantically around. “Where are you taking me?”
“Home sweet home.”
“Why have you done this?”
“Desperate times, princess.”
“You overestimate my worth to Prince Magnus and his father. Whatever you’ve asked for will be denied!”
“I asked him to stop construction on his road.”
Her brows shot up. “That was a stupid request! There are a million more important things for a rebel to demand from a king. You’re not very good at this, are you?”
Jonas leveled a dark look at her. Sometimes he forgot just how sharp her tongue could be. “Do you even know what that road is doing? How much Paelsian blood has soaked the ground at the construction camps? How many have died in the last month?”
thing before him went stark white as the scream continued. It felt as if they could never survive such a violent onslaught of both sight and sound.
Fear ripped into Alexius and he fell bruisingly hard to his knees, clamping his hands down over his ears, a scream building in his own chest.
But then all went silent. The light faded, the sound vanished. The golden platform was now empty. Stephanos’s body was gone. It had returned to the essence of pure magic it began from, the magic that sustained their world.
Phaedra staggered toward Alexius as he pushed up to his feet. He held his arms out to her and she collapsed against him, shaking.
“I thought we’d have more time!” she cried.
“It is done,” Danaus said to Melenia.
“Yes,” she replied solemnly. “He will be missed.”
Timotheus eyed the beautiful immortal curiously. “What did he mean, Melenia? What secrets did he speak of?”
She offered him a weary smile. “His mind was decaying faster than his body. So sad to witness such an end to one of the brightest and best of us all.”
“Who is to be next?” Danaus’s expression was tense. “Who of us will die next?”