Cloak of Night (Circle of Shadows #2) - Evelyn Skye Page 0,36
acidic sarcasm with which he said the moon goddess’s name and the title “Your Honor.” It was the standard honorific for taigas, but she’d always insisted that her parents call her Sora. It had been their choice over the years to address her and Daemon as “Your Honor.” Papa had claimed it was a privilege to be able to do so, because not everyone got to have a child blessed by Luna with taiga magic.
“I—I’m sorry,” she said. “I happened to be passing through the area, and I wanted to check on you.”
Papa frowned. He stared at his pottery wheel as if he were deep in thought, then shook his head sharply. “Your Honor,” he said, with reverence this time. “I apologize. I don’t know what came over me. Of course you are welcome home anytime.” He rose, took off his apron, and approached Sora with arms outstretched to give her a hug.
She let him, but she was tense, not sure if this was real remorse or if he would lash out again.
It was a genuine embrace, though, and when he released her, Papa smiled in his familiar way, eyes glistening and crinkled at the corners.
What in the hells is going on? Sora thought.
He led her through the interior courtyard, into the main house. It was a small structure, but he hollered nevertheless. “Mina! Guess who surprised us with a visit!”
Mama burst out of her study, pencil still in hand. “Your Honor!” Her eyes brightened, and she bowed deeply.
Their joy made everything feel normal and right, if only for a moment. But then Sora remembered that she hadn’t seen them since she found out that Hana was still alive, and that she hadn’t been killed as a child during the Blood Rift.
Should I tell them?
They had a right to know. And yet, this didn’t seem the proper time. It would mean explaining not only that their younger daughter was alive but also that she was fighting for the wrong side. That Sora had tried to show her the error of following Prince Gin, but that Hana had turned her back and chosen the pursuits of blood and glory and the Evermore instead.
And then there was Prince Gin’s promise—that the next time Sora and Hana met, one of them would end up dead.
It was definitely better not to tell Mama and Papa about Hana now.
A second later, Mama whacked Papa with her pencil. “What kind of host are you? Have you offered our daughter something to drink? A place to sit? She must be exhausted.”
“How is this my fault?” he said. “You’re the rude one, holed up in your office and not greeting her properly.”
Except it wasn’t. There was something wrong with her parents, just like something had been wrong with Mr. Zaki in the village. As if the sunlight that usually shone on their lives had been replaced with putrid green rot.
Sora gasped. Or like Sola’s brightness on our kingdom has been overshadowed by Zomuri’s selfish pettiness.
Could this be what that conversation Fairy overheard in the Citadel was about? Something about how Zomuri being the kingdom’s new patron god was influencing people? It certainly seemed as if his cruelty were dripping into Kichona, like a sickness falling over the people and the land.
Sora looked at Mama and Papa casting daggers of blame over an imagined problem. Their fury sliced into Sora, too, but in a different way—it pained her to see them like this.
This has to be stopped. Sora couldn’t let Mama and Papa stay this way forever.
For now, though, she needed to distract them from their argument. “Papa, I want to bring a gift back to my teachers,” she lied. “Would you be able to pick a sake set from your collection for me? They are always so impressed with your artistry. And Mama,” she said, “I have a mythology project for my literature class that involves the Lake of Nightmares. But I have no idea where to start. Have you come across this lake in your work, maybe in your research for the Kichonan Tales?”
They both blinked.
Papa nodded happily. “I would be honored to give a sake set to your teachers. I’ll look for something right away.” He hurried out of the house toward his studio, almost skipping as he went.
Mama, however, frowned. “You said your project was on the Lake of Nightmares? What an esoteric