harsh line.
“I said do you understand?” Shathinor bellows, sending rocks and shards of stalactites crashing to the cavern floor.
“Yes, Father.” He bows his head.
Pity, I would have enjoyed removing it.
“Come, daughter.” He walks to the sheer cliff that looks out over the valley, the sun just barely tipping over the horizon.
I shake my wings, the new muscles sore and unwieldly. The world rolls out before me, everything there for the taking. All I have to do is claim it for my own. I peer over the edge. The fall would definitely kill me, but what if I could soar? The breeze picks up and ruffles my feathers, the sensation sending goosebumps down my back.
“Afraid, dear princess?” Shathinor spreads his wings and jumps, his power on full display.
I hold my breath as he dives a bit, then flaps and shoots up into the air, his dark shape marring the coming day. He makes it look easy.
There is no place for fear, no time for weakness. That was the old me, the one who was made to suffer and die. I am immortal. My reign will be forever. I back away and take a deep breath.
“Yes, walk away. That’s not safe.” The nagging voice is there again. I want to kill it.
I plant my foot and stare out at the coming dawn. This is what I was made for. It has to be. I take off at a run.
“Are you nuts? Noooo!”
I jump from the cave and try to spread my wings. The wind pushes them back, and I plummet straight down like a fallen angel.
8
Leander
Blood spurts from the last viper, its melon-sized head dropping to the sand with a thunk. I sheathe my sword and wipe the sweat from my brow. The foothills beckon, the mountains casting long shadows that promise relief from the unrelenting heat, sand, and cracked dirt of the Barren Lands.
Sometimes I think I can sense Taylor, but then it’s gone, like a wisp of smoke I can’t catch.
Selene snatches up the viper’s long, coiling body. “For my collection.” She stuffs it inside a knapsack turned black with blood and filled with bits and pieces of the many vicious creatures we’ve had to slay to simply make it this far.
Ravella wrinkles her nose, but Gray laughs.
Thorn scouts out ahead, his gray eagle’s wings melding into the dark mountains. He’s been gone for over half the day, the burning sun a near-constant companion as we slog through the barren soil. What I wouldn’t give for a dousing of snow and a brush of the bitterest wind. But I would give more for one moment with Taylor.
“We’re getting closer.” Selene stares up at the craggy peak ahead of us. “The darkness grows, and I can feel the drums.” She thumps her chest in a steady rhythm. “Can you hear it? Can you imagine the treats left behind in the coming battles?” Her mouth crackles into a grin. “So much beautiful offal.”
“Does anything else make you happy?” Valen guides the horses along behind us, careful to keep them on the path we tread lest they stray into the sinking sands. “Anything other than … pieces of things?”
She fluffs her hair and twirls back to Valen. “Why? Do you think you could make me happy?”
“I don’t—”
“Because you could.” She runs her claw along his cheek. “Your guts would please me for days on end.”
“That’s enough.” I shield my eyes from the sun and search the mountainside for any sign of Thorn.
“He’ll be back soon.” Ravella takes a swig from her canteen and hands it to me. “I still can’t go through the vale. I keep trying, but something in this place blocks me.”
“Ravella.” I yank her behind me and cut the head off an enormous black scorpion that was poised to strike. “At least now we know why no one ever returns from the Gray Mountains.”
“By the Ancestors!” She kicks its head into a thorny plant. “I’d rather face ten ice bears than deal with one more of these abominations. A week in this scorched waste has been plenty.”
One week. I pour a little water on my hand and rub it on my face. One week since I last held Taylor, since I felt her warmth. My teeth grind as I go through a never-ending list of worries, of fears for her. If the king beyond the mountain has harmed her—no matter how little—I will add days, maybe weeks to his suffering. He will die for touching her. That is certain. The