louder even than the waterfalls, drowning out all other sounds.
Bending down on shaky legs, Sev hoisted the satchel over his shoulder. It was even heavier than he’d expected, and he knew it would be a challenge to carry it across camp, never mind across the mountainside.
Then he thought of Trix. She would know what to do, if she was still alive. She would fix everything. He would give her the phoenix eggs, and once the eggs were safe, he could go looking for Kade. Kade was smart, capable. . . . He could outrun the soldiers, fight them like he had Ott and Jotham, or hide until the coast was clear. Sev just had to find Trix, and everything would be all right again.
He cut back up the sloping hill, skirting groups of soldiers hunched over and retching, and slipping past the cave of supplies, where more soldiers were cutting open sacks and upending barrels. The noise muffled his footsteps, allowing him to pass unnoticed.
Up ahead, the captain’s tent loomed.
If Belden was “indisposed,” as the other soldier had put it, that meant that Trix’s plan had succeeded—that he had eaten some of the poison. With any luck, she would be somewhere nearby, planning her next move.
There was plenty of action around the captain’s tent, soldiers coming and going, bearing platters of food and casks of wine to check for poison. Sev hastily crouched out of sight in the trees, peering inside through the half-open flap.
The attendant who served Belden his meals was on the ground, blood pooling on the woven mats. Food was splattered along the tent walls and across the tabletop, while Belden held a massive ax in both hands. The weapon dwarfed his wiry frame, and the weight of it caused his muscles to strain as he leveled it toward a bondservant, forced onto her knees before him while a soldier held her arms behind her back.
Sev’s stomach lurched. The bondservant was Trix, and the razor edge of the ax rested just below her throat.
A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and an already purpling bruise spread across her cheek. Her eyes reflected the light of the brazier, and even on her knees, her face was proud and her chin held high. She would die a warrior’s death by ax point, just as her beloved Bellatrix had done.
Belden was screaming at her, the words difficult to hear over the commotion all around them. Spit was flying from his mouth, and he kept pausing to clutch his stomach and gag.
Sev shifted slightly, trying to get a better view, and Trix’s eyes latched on to him. They flitted over him, around him—looking for Kade, Sev guessed—until she saw the bulky satchel over his shoulder, the round, smooth objects straining against the leather. Relief flooded her features. Then she narrowed her eyes before flicking her gaze to the side, an almost imperceptible expression, but Sev understood well enough: Go.
Sev wavered. There must be a way to help her. He couldn’t leave Trix to die. He couldn’t walk away from her the way he’d been forced to walk away too many times before: from his parents, from Kade.
He cast about the tent for ideas or options, but Trix would have none of it. Her nostrils flared, and she looked to the side once more, her eyes bulging with urgency.
Sev clenched his teeth and shook his head. No. This was all wrong. He was supposed to be the one to die, the one who was risking his life. Why did everyone else have to go and leave him all alone?
Belden drew nearer, and Trix looked up at him, her lips twisting into a sneer—no, a smile. A terrible, deadly smile, her teeth red with blood.
“She lives,” Trix announced, and though she faced Belden, her gaze fell upon Sev. She pinned him with her stare, as sharp as a knife. “Avalkyra Ashfire lives. And she will burn your beloved empire to the ground.”
A shiver slipped down Sev’s back at Trix’s bloody proclamation. The captain lurched forward with a snarl, and in a great, sweeping arc, he lifted his ax and brought it down over the back of Trix’s neck. It clanked against her chain before lodging deep in her spine, going down with her as she crumpled to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere, and after jerking the weapon violently from her body, he brought it down again. And again. Her corpse twitched with every strike, until Belden tossed the ax