Spring (Evermore Academy #2) - Audrey Grey Page 0,46
stomach sinks. “What’s the punishment for stealing the stone?” The look Eclipsa gives Asher turns my unease to full on panic. “But why would the Winter Prince steal the Darken’s soulstone when he despises his grandfather?”
Silence.
Valerian’s mouth hardens as he stares at some invisible spot on the wall. “I didn’t always disagree with him. After your death, I had a lot of anger against the Seelie Court. He used that anger to make me an ally, for a time. A part of me thought as long as I stayed close to him, I would know if he ever found you.”
He allied with the man who cruelly and methodically tormented him in an effort to protect me? I swallow, my throat bone-dry as I remember the dream I had about the Darken whipping Valerian. The stories I heard about his grandfather torturing him in horrendous ways . . .
Still. Still.
The Darken is the reason our world turned upside down. He’s the reason we lost almost half our population and land. The reason my aunts both have learned to cry soundlessly in the middle of the night because they don’t want to wake us.
“How could you align with someone like him?” I whisper.
A flicker of emotion ripples over his countenance, too quick to make out. “Because I’m not always the good guy, Summer. I’m Fae. In our world, there’s not always a good or bad side, only the weak and the powerful.”
“But you didn’t steal his soulstone, right?”
I don’t mean it to come out as an accusation, but it does. His lips twist, my body recoiling from the hurt I see in his eyes before he closes off his emotions behind a hard mask.
“He didn’t do it,” Asher says, and I can tell by his clipped voice that any points I won with him have been docked severely. “The Winter Prince was the one who turned the tide in the war. He spied against his grandfather, and when it came time, rallied half the Winter Court to the other side. If not for the prince, the Darken would still rule.”
“Then why would my—the Summer Queen claim he stole it?”
Eclipsa twists her ponytail around her fingers. “The Summer Queen has had it out for the Winter Prince ever since . . . well, she blames him for your death. Any chance she gets, she tries to turn the council against him. Tries to undermine his court. Anything to hurt him.”
I pluck at my soulstone pendant. Over the summer, Eclipsa and I determined that my mother must have taken my soulstone after I died, before my father could find it and destroy it. That’s the only way she could have performed the spells necessary to make me jump into another body, rudimentary as they were.
Then, somehow, she got it to me when I visited the half-Fae who erased my memory.
“Wait.” I drop the necklace back down into my tank top. “Why not destroy the Darken’s soulstone? I know it’s possible because Eclipsa said my father almost destroyed mine.”
Valerian’s eyes harden. “When he created the forbidden weapon that eventually caused both our worlds to collide, he needed something powerful enough to contain that many souls inside the weapon.”
I shiver, remembering the dark presence of the forbidden weapons in the vault beneath the academy.
“Most forbidden weapons harness no more than fifty souls,” Valerian continues, his jaw clenched. I wonder just how much trauma this whole thing is making him relive—and how much of that I’ll take on in my dreams. “A rare few perhaps contain one hundred. But he was desperate to create something so powerful that it could destroy the entire Seelie race. Desperate enough that he melted a fragment of his soulstone into the iron the axe was forged from. That sacrifice allowed thousands of souls into the axe—but also bound his own soul in the process.”
“So, what? This weapon protects his soulstone somehow?”
“Sort of.” Eclipsa stands, arching her back. “A soul cannot be destroyed in parts.”
“And since a piece of King Oberon’s soul was infused in the axe,” I finish, head spinning from all the twists, “you need the weapon before you can shatter the soulstone.”
“Very good,” Eclipsa purrs. “Except, during the final battle that ended the war, the axe was damaged, and a piece went missing.” She looks to Valerian, her mouth pressed into a concerned line. “Until we retrieve the missing fragment, and have the axe in its entirety, his soul cannot be extinguished.”