The Beauty of Darkness (The Remnant Chronicles 3)

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Go,” I said. “Now!”

She ran, stumbling through the grass. The distance seemed like miles, and when she reached them, Kaden scooped her up and handed her off to another soldier. My stomach jumped to my throat. I swallowed, forcing the bile down. She made it, I told myself. I wrenched my breaths to a slow rhythm and turned back to face the Komizar.

“See?” he said. “I keep my word.” He waved me forward. “Let’s talk.”

I walked to meet him, looking for lumps, bulges in his clothing, a knife waiting to pay me bac

k. As I drew closer, I saw the lines in his face, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the toll my attack had taken on him. But I also saw the hunger burning in his eyes. I stopped in front of him. His gaze rolled leisurely over me.

“You wanted to talk?”

He smiled. “Has it come to this, Jezelia? No niceties?” His hand reached up as if to caress my face.

“Don’t touch me,” I warned. “Or I will kill you.”

His hand returned to his side, but his smile remained chiseled on his lips.

“I admire you, Princess. You almost did what no one else was able to do in the eleven years of my rule. That is a record, did you know? No other Komizar has ever ruled that long.”

“A pity it’s about to come to an end.”

He sighed dramatically. “How you still hang on to things. I care about you, Jezelia. Truly, I do. But this?” He waved his hand toward the troops behind me as if they were too pitiful to consider. “You don’t have to die. Come over to my side. Look at all I have to offer.”

“Servitude? Cruelty? Violence? You tempt me so, sher Komizar. We’ve talked. You can go back now.”

He looked past me at the troops. “Is that the prince back there? With his hundred men who stormed the citadelle?” His tone was thick with mockery.

“So the Viceregent has come running to you with his tail tucked between his legs.”

“I smiled when he told me what you’d done. I was impressed that you rooted out my moles. How is your father?”

“Dead.” He deserved no truths from me, and the weaker he thought we were, the better.

“And your brothers?”

“Dead.”

He sighed. “This is all too easy.”

“You haven’t asked me about Kaden,” I said.

His smile disappeared, and his expression darkened. I knew him well, too. Kaden was a blow he couldn’t hide. There was something in this world he had loved, after all. Something he had saved, nurtured, but it had turned on him. Something that pointed to his own failure.

A small rush of pebbles suddenly streamed down from the cliffs above. He looked up surveying the empty ruins, turning to look at the other side. The silence of held breaths gripped the valley.

He looked back at me and grinned. “You thought I didn’t know?”

Ice filled my belly.

He turned as if to leave but then stepped closer to me instead.

“It’s the girl on the terrace that’s bothering you, isn’t it? I admit I went a bit too far. Caught up in the moment I suppose. Would an apology change your mind?”

Caught up in the moment? I stared at him. There were no words. No words.

He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I suppose not.”