“We will be traveling to the Hemlock swamps situated deep in the Summer Court,” Balefire says as murmurs fill the air. “Shadows and their keepers will be paired together in duos. The first duo to come back through the portal with the white venom of a raverous snake wins the very special potions and creatures cup for their Court.”
Spreewell takes a golden cup trophy out of a purple bag. “Autumn Court was the last court to win. Let’s see who will take the cup this year.”
“One more thing,” Balefire calls, the crowd going quiet. “The Evermore are not allowed to use any magic. So, shadows, choose your weapon carefully. If you get into life-threatening trouble, say the words eros sanctum and a portal back here will appear.”
After that, Spreewell casts some sort of lottery spell, and our names are called in the order they’re drawn. I cringe when Reina’s named as the first shadow to select her weapon. She chooses the sword of flames. Its edge can cut through anything.
Her next two items are predictable: a net and a rat to entice the snake.
More names are called. A few Evermore like Eclipsa and Asher don’t have shadows, so they’re paired together for the challenge. Mack finds me just as Asher draws out a giant magical axe, a lovesick grin carved into his square jaw as he appraises his weapon.
“Is he going to chop off the snake’s head with that thing or sleep with it?” Mack teases, her gaze lingering on the dragon shifter.
I chuckle, but something weighs on my mind. “Hey, Mack. I thought the raverous snake was only found in a tiny swamp in the Spring Court?”
I clearly remember reading how rare the raverous snake is, their white venom harvested for powerful spells. My textbook said the only surviving wild snakes were in the northern region of the Spring Court.
Mack worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “It does seem strange.”
Evelyn gives a bored sigh. “Who cares? They obviously brought them in for the contest. Or maybe the snakes migrated.”
But I can’t get the thought out of my mind, and when my name is called, I think I’ve puzzled it out. Still, I don’t share my suspicions with the others as I peer into the chest. The chest has been spelled to have room for hundreds of weapons and items, each one visible when I look inside.
But, if I’m right about the snake, only one weapon will work. It’s hard to breathe as I reach for the small golden flute, nearly lost among the glint of steel blades.
If I’m wrong, the prince and I are totally screwed.
The moment the flute leaves the chest, Inara, who stands nearby with Bane and Reina, lets out a tittering laugh. “Someone tell her that’s a Leonidas flute; it only works on warm-blooded beasts like wolves.”
“Or lions,” I mutter, grabbing my last two items: a map, and a vial for the venom.
Reina sees the map clutched in my fingers and shakes her head. “A map? Everyone knows the raverous snake loves water, and we’re going to a swamp. Water will be everywhere.”
Mack is in line a few people down, and she sends me a supportive thumbs up. I can’t tell if she has the same thought I do, or is just being a good bestie, but I don’t have time to talk to her before Spreewell shoos me toward my keeper.
I find the prince waiting for me with a group of Unseelie Evermore. He lifts his eyebrows at my choice. “A flute? Are we going to kill the snake with terrible music?”
Waves of heat crash over me as I see bits of the taco filling I dumped on him still cresting his shoulders. But he hasn’t killed me yet, so that’s progress, right? Unfortunately, he now smells like a friggin’ taco, making him even more irresistible.
It takes all my willpower not to lean close and sniff him.
Eclipsa frowns at my choices. She herself holds a little cage with a gray rat inside. “What will you lure the snake with?”
I shrug. “Maybe they like tacos too.”
The prince frowns and picks at a shred of cheese on his lapel.
When all of the pairs have their weapons, we line up. The professors walk down the line, opening portals for every pair.
Spreewell stops in front of the prince and I, his dark purple cloak bright against the white snow. “Eros sanctum.”
At his words, a dark spot opens. The spot is pea-sized, at first, but quickly grows to the