from the start. But his plan to capture the Council at Isle of the Moon—and, in effect, control the rest of the Society—had failed, so now it came to this. If the Society wouldn’t join him willingly, he’d make them his soldiers by force. With magic.
It’s necessary, he reminded himself. This is for my people. My kingdom.
Gin interrogated the two taigas before him, and they told him everything he needed to know: someone had seen him here in Takish Gorge, the Council had sent them to investigate, and they were to send back a dragonfly messenger immediately with a report.
“If the Council is waiting to hear from you, I suppose I can’t compel you to stay here.” He thought for a moment. “You’ll return to Paro Village and report that you found nothing here except the trash from an Autumn Festival celebration. You won’t say a word about me or this army.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
He ordered them freed, and they hurried away to return to Paro Village.
“Congratulations, Your Highness,” Virtuoso said. She was one of his most talented warriors and potentially his deadliest weapon. “This is so exciting. Your plans are falling into place—”
Gin held up a hand. Virtuoso was also one of the younger of his soldiers, and her unbridled enthusiasm was too much at the moment. “I have a headache. Order the camp packed up. I’m going to my tent to rest.”
It was a lie, the part about the headache. It was Gin’s conscience that hurt.
But he couldn’t let it stop him. Not for too long.
He’d been put on earth for a purpose—make the taigas and Kichona the greatest they could be. Bring glory to Zomuri. And give his people eternal joy and immortality.
Gin clenched his fists. “This life was given back to me when I should have died. And so I swear on it: I will achieve and claim the Evermore.”
Chapter Eleven
Fairy perched on the short wooden bench in the towel room of the boys’ bathhouse, tilting her head so her hair cascaded down like a sheet of mahogany silk. The light from the narrow window above hit her at just the right angle to emphasize the heart shape of her face. Across from her sat Racer, a Level 10 who had enough stubble along his jaw to almost pass for a Level 12. Fairy was fully clothed, but she knew well how the fabric of her tunic draped over her curves, and she also understood how, sometimes, more was a lot better than less.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like you could be the empress’s sister when the sun illuminates you that way?” Racer said, trying to lean casually against the shelf of towels. His desire to cross the two feet of distance between them and smash himself against Fairy was obvious, but he didn’t. He knew the rules—he could look but he couldn’t touch, not until she gave him permission to. Racer was working very hard to stay on his side of the tiny linen room.
“No one’s ever said I look like the empress,” Fairy said coyly, even though loads of boys had given her that compliment before. “You’re terribly sweet to say so.” She leaned forward so that the collar of her tunic gaped slightly. A shadow concealed her cleavage, but the fact that the fabric was open was enough to make Racer’s Adam’s apple bob visibly. A thrill fluttered through Fairy’s chest.
“I really want to kiss you,” Racer said. He held on to the edge of the towel shelf, as if that were the only thing keeping him from closing the last twenty-four inches between them.
“I’m wearing cherry-flavored lipstick today,” she said.
“Oh gods,” he groaned. “Please.”
“What have the other boys told you about me?”
He shook his head. “No one has said a word.”
Fairy smiled her cherry-lipped smile. “That’s right. Because if anyone kisses and tells, I’ll rip out his manhood and serve it to him on a platter. Right?”
Racer’s Adam’s apple bobbed again, but for a different reason. “Right,” he whispered.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” She stepped forward until she was only an inch away. Her head came up to his chest. She looked up at him through her lashes and reached up to cup his face, drawing his mouth down toward her. He held his breath as her lips approached his.
Someone rapped on the door.
Racer jumped and smacked his back against the towel shelf. Fairy, on the other hand, whirled around in a huff. Every apprentice knew that a