“I don’t know.” Her elementia gave her the power to do so many incredible things—both wonderful and fearsome—but to control weather itself . . .
The thought was just as frightening as it was exciting.
Cleo linked her arm with Lucia’s as they stood up together. “I know what it’s like to love someone different from you. Someone others might look down upon or deny you. It causes more pain than happiness, especially if the one you love is stolen from you too soon.”
“Yes,” Lucia whispered.
“Before my father died, he told me to believe in magic. And that’s what I do. I believe in things other people think are impossible, and it makes me strong enough to face whatever comes next. I believe that your Alexius is real and that right this moment he’s thinking about how much he misses you.”
Lucia couldn’t deny it. Cleo was getting to her, breaking through that dark wall that surrounded her.
Believe in magic. Believe in the impossible.
Believe, tentatively, in this fragile new friendship with Cleo.
And believe that one day she’d see Alexius again.
CHAPTER 7
ALEXIUS
THE SANCTUARY
In the two thousand years Alexius had existed, he’d never wanted anything as much as this.
He lay back in the grass of his favorite meadow with his eyes closed and reached out through the darkness, searching for her.
Where are you?
No answer. He tried until his head ached, until his body felt weak. Until he was so frustrated he could scream. But once again it didn’t work.
The princess was lost to him—out somewhere in the mortal world, alone with no one to guide or protect her.
The thought made him laugh, and the sound rumbled deep in his chest.
Protect her.
“Alexius.”
He jumped to his feet at the sound of Timotheus’s voice.
“Greetings,” he managed to say through his hoarse throat. He hadn’t spoken aloud all day.
Timotheus, Alexius’s friend and mentor, as well as one of the Three that made up the council of elders, regarded Alexius with his arms crossed and patience in his golden eyes. “Am I interrupting your daily meditation? Or were you attempting to dreamwalk?”
“Neither,” he lied. “I was only resting.” To admit he was trying to visit the dreams of a mortal would only spark additional questions. Questions he couldn’t answer.
“There’s something different about you,” Timotheus said, walking a slow circle around Alexius as he studied his tall, lean frame. “I’ve noticed for many months now, ever since you began spending so much time with Melenia.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Be wary of her.”
A bolt of worry struck Alexius, and he fought to hide it from his face. “I’m wary of everyone here in the Sanctuary.”
“That makes you wise.”
“Are you just out for a stroll? Or did you come here looking for me?”