Cloak of Night (Circle of Shadows #2) - Evelyn Skye Page 0,30
Hana asked.
A coil of thin tubing floated over to him. “Showing my sister something I learned about while in exile. I’ll get it started, and you’ll finish it.”
Hana nodded obediently as the heat of anticipation washed through her body, the magic at her fingertips eager to serve the Dragon Emperor.
A bucket floated out of Gin’s orb and dunked itself into the pool of acid.
Empress—no, Princess Aki pressed herself into the wall, as if an extra millimeter would keep her safe.
“Dear sister,” Gin said. “I’d like to introduce you to Shinowanan acid torture. It’s a slow drip, terribly painful but effective.” He cast a spell to bind Princess Aki’s arms behind her and her ankles together.
“Hey!” She struggled but couldn’t break free of the bonds.
The ryuu magic lifted her several feet off the ground and rotated her as if she were a rabbit on a spit.
Something inside Hana trembled. But why? She believed in Emperor Gin and his pursuit of the Evermore, and this was part of what it took to achieve it.
There was a tiny spigot at the bottom of the bucket. Gin attached one end of the tube to it, then floated the bucket above Princess Aki’s head. The acid dribbled down into the tube. Gravity would do the rest.
Hana gasped. “Your Majesty, you don’t mean to . . . ?”
“She’s my twin,” Gin said. “My suffering began not with exile after the Blood Rift. It started long before that, when I was made hideous with these scars. My sister is about to learn how it feels to be so ugly.”
A drop began to form. It would fall on Princess Aki’s cheek any second.
Oh gods. Hana had to look away. She had killed her fair share of people, but this was a member of the imperial family, someone anointed by the gods. . . .
“Gin, please!” the princess cried.
“It’s your choice how long this goes,” he said. “You always have the ability to make it stop. Just say I’m right. Just say you, too, want the Evermore for Kichona.”
“I won’t.”
Hana dared to look back.
The drop of acid swelled.
And then it fell.
Princess Aki screamed as the acid seared the apple of her cheek. Her flesh bubbled and popped where the acid had hit.
A wave of nausea surged in Hana’s gut.
Another drop was already forming.
The princess tried to twist away from its path, but there would be no way to escape it.
Gin just shook his head, as if he thought his sister ought to take her punishment with more dignity. “Virtuoso, take it from here. I’m going back to the castle.”
Hana stared wide eyed at the bucket of acid. “But she’s a member of the imperial family.”
“And I’m the emperor, giving you a direct order.” He shook his head. “You’re usually a tornado of violence when presented with opportunities like this. You had no issue with the command to assassinate my sister in Dassu Desert, but you can’t do this?”
Hana twisted the hem of her tunic. “Spirit carried out your orders in Dassu Desert.”
Princess Aki stared at Hana, as if just realizing that she was Spirit’s younger sister. Two siblings on opposite sides of a war, just like the princess and Gin.
The second drop of acid splattered on Princess Aki’s cheek then, searing into her skin, and she screamed.
Hana cringed.
“Virtuoso,” Emperor Gin said, “whatever your lingering issues about the imperial family, get over them. Aki is a prisoner of war, and you will treat her as such.”
Hana’s heart pounded as if attempting to stage a rebellion.
I am a good solider, she told herself. The most loyal of all ryuu. If the emperor said this was how it had to be, then he was right. The gods wanted him to do this; they let him come back from the brink of death with new magic because pursuing the Evermore was his destiny. And serving him was Hana’s.
Emperor Gin stepped into his green orb.
“Brother—” Aki strained at her bindings.
“I wish it had turned out differently,” he said. “Maybe if you’d just let me rule from the start, we wouldn’t be here like this. But . . .” He shrugged as though there were nothing he could do to change the course he was taking. The emerald sphere closed around him. It sank into the grotto pool, whisking Gin away.
Another drop of acid hung like a threat above Aki.
“Please,” she said to Hana. “I can tell you still don’t want to carry out his orders. Just like Spirit, you’re better than this.”