at their disposal. What could he possibly do on his own?
“What we’d need is proof . . . evidence that shows Lord Rolan’s hand in all this. Without it, he will simply deny involvement and claim Captain Belden and the rest of these soldiers went rogue. But with it, we might be able to turn the council against him and gain some kind of leverage.”
Sev nodded, thinking about the captain’s messenger pigeons. Trix said she hadn’t been able to find any letters to Elliot during their time traveling Pyrmont. That meant any communication they had was likely back in Aura Nova. But still, would Belden’s correspondence implicate Rolan, or was the man wise enough to cover his tracks?
“I’ll try my best, Commander. The bondservants notice far more than they let on, and Ilithya had plenty of contacts. I think I may be able to get their help.”
“Remember, soldier—they cannot know I sent you or that we have even spoken. If they suspect you . . .”
“They’ll kill me,” Sev said simply. “I have no valuable information I can reveal. It’s my life I risk, and nothing else.”
The commander nodded, unable to deny the truth in that. Sev wasn’t trying to be cavalier or pretend that he was eager to risk his life. His shoulder throbbed. The truth was, sometimes surviving was the hard work, and if he could face that, he could face anything.
“Sir,” Sev began hesitantly, after several moments of silence. “She—Ilithya—she said something to me, before she died. Something . . . odd.”
Sev hadn’t forgotten Trix’s final words to him, but he’d been so overwhelmed with grief and pain, and unsure of his next step, that he hadn’t had the clarity of mind to really examine them further. Until now.
“And this was out of character for her?” he prompted.
Sev almost wanted to laugh. “No, not really, but what she said was strange, even for her. She said that Avalkyra Ashfire lived.”
The commander stared at him. “Well, that can’t be true. She died in the Blood War—there were witnesses. Ilithya was an old woman, and she served our queen faithfully all her life. Love can sometimes twist the mind and make facts out of fictions. Surely, if Avalkyra Ashfire were alive, she would be here with us.”
The words made sense, and his steady, reassuring tone urged Sev to agree with him.
But when Sev nodded, the commander glanced away, looking more unsettled by the idea than he’d let on. He had certainly been quick to dismiss it, and Sev supposed that he couldn’t blame the man for thinking a long-dead queen was in fact actually dead. He’d probably known Avalkyra—or at least met her—and being a Phoenix Rider, he must have supported her in the war.
Then why did Sev get the impression that he didn’t want her to be back?
The commander shifted in his seat, looking down at the bag next to Sev’s feet once more. “And what of this gift you’ve brought us?”
Sev leaned down to open the top of the bag, revealing eleven smooth gray eggs. He frowned. Hadn’t there been twelve when Kade loaded this satchel? It had been so dark, maybe Sev had miscounted. Or worse, maybe one had fallen out on his journey. He shook his head. There was no helping that now.
“The eggs are yours, all but one. You will keep it here for me as a sign of good faith—and as a guarantee of my loyalty.”
“You don’t seem interested in becoming a Rider, soldier. . . . How does an egg guarantee you won’t turn your back on us when the situation suits you?”
“I’m sure you can guess how much that egg would fetch on the Narrows Night Market—enough to set me up comfortably for the rest of my life. I’ll be back for it.”
Sev spoke confidently, and the commander seemed to believe his words.
Sev was a good liar.
He would never sell the egg. Keeping it was like keeping hope alive. Hope that he might have somewhere to return to, some place he belonged. And if, when all was said and done, he decided he truly didn’t want to be a Rider—well, there might be someone else in his life who did.
“Why do you want to go back there?” the commander asked. He seemed genuinely interested, not because of the mission or his concerns, but because he didn’t understand it.
“I want to finish what I started. I never knew which side I was on before all this. Now I know.”
I am a daughter