A Court of Wings and Ruin
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I prayed none of them waited on the ice, their coats perfectly blended into the terrain.
The Night Court’s relationship with Winter was fine enough, still tenuous, as all our bonds were, after Amarantha. After she’d butchered so many of them—including, I remembered with no small surge of nausea, dozens of Winter Court children.
I couldn’t imagine it—the loss, the rage and grief. I’d never had the nerve to ask Rhys, in those months of training, who the children had belonged to. What the consequences had been. If it was considered the worst of Amarantha’s crimes, or just one of countless others.
But despite any tentative bonds, Winter was one of the Seasonal Courts. It might side with Tamlin, with Tarquin. Our best allies remained the Solar Courts: Dawn and Day. But they lay far to the north—above the demarcation line between the Solar and Seasonal Courts. That slice of sacred, unclaimed land that held Under the Mountain. And the Weaver’s cottage.
We’d be gone before we ever had to set foot in that lethal, ancient forest.
It was another day and night before we cleared the mountains entirely and set foot on the thick ice. Nothing grew, and I could only tell when we were on solid land by the dense snow packed beneath. Otherwise, too frequently, the ice was clear as glass—revealing dark, depthless lakes beneath.
At least we didn’t encounter any of the white bears. But the real threat, we both quickly realized, was the utter lack of shelter: out on the ice, there was none to be found against the wind and cold. And if we lit a fire with our feeble magic, anyone nearby would spot it. No matter the practicality of lighting a fire atop a frozen lake.
The sun was just slipping above the horizon, staining the plain with gold, the shadows still a bruised blue, when Lucien said, “Tonight, we’ll melt some of the ice pack enough to soften it—and build a shelter.”
I considered. We were barely a hundred feet onto what seemed to be an endless lake. It was impossible to tell where it ended. “You think we’ll be out on the ice for that long?”
Lucien frowned toward the dawn-stained horizon. “Likely, but who knows how far it extends?” Indeed, the snowdrifts hid much of the ice beneath.
“Perhaps there’s some other way around …,” I mused, glancing back toward our abandoned little camp.
We looked at the same time. And both beheld the three figures now standing at the lake edge. Smiling.
Eris lifted a hand wreathed in flame.
Flame—to melt the ice on which we stood.
CHAPTER
13
“Run,” Lucien breathed.
I didn’t dare take my eyes off his brothers. Not as Eris lowered that hand to the frozen edge of the lake. “Run where, exactly?”
Flesh met ice and steam rippled. The ice went opaque, thawing in a line that shot for us—
We ran. The slick ice made for a treacherous sprint, my ankles roaring with the effort of keeping me upright.
Ahead, the lake stretched on forever. And with the sun barely awake, the dangers would be even harder to spot—
“Faster,” Lucien ordered. “Don’t look!” he barked as I began to turn my head to see if they’d followed. He lashed out a hand to grip my elbow, steadying me before I could even register that I’d stumbled.
Where would we go where would we go where would we go
Water splashed beneath my boots—thawed ice. Eris had to either be expending all his power to get through millennia of ice, or was just doing it slowly to torture us—
“Zag,” Lucien panted. “We need to—”
He shoved me aside, and I staggered, arms wheeling.
Just as an arrow ricocheted off the ice where I’d been standing.
“Faster,” Lucien snapped, and I didn’t hesitate.
I hurtled into a flat-out sprint, Lucien and I weaving in and out of each other’s paths as those arrows continued firing. Ice sprayed where they landed, and no matter how fast we ran, the ground beneath us melted and melted—
Ice. I had ice in my veins, and now that we were over the border of the Winter Court—
I didn’t care if they saw it—my power. Kallias’s power. Not when the alternatives were far worse.
I threw out a hand before us as a melting splotch began to spread, ice groaning.
A spray of ice shot from my palm, freezing the lake once more.
With each pump of my arms as I ran, I fired that ice from my palms, solidifying what Eris sought to melt ahead of us. Maybe—just maybe we could clear the lake, and if they were stupid enough to be atop it when we did … If I could form ice, I could certainly un-form it.
I crossed paths with Lucien again, meeting his wide eyes as we did, and opened my mouth to tell him my plan, when Eris appeared.
Not behind. Ahead.
But it was the other brother at his side, arrow aimed and already flying for me, who drew the shout from my throat.
I lunged to the side, rolling.
Not fast enough.
The arrow’s edge sliced the shell of my ear, my cheek, leaving a stinging wake. Lucien shouted, but another arrow was flying.
It went clean through my right forearm this time.
Ice sliced into my face, my hands, as I went down, knees barking, arm shrieking in agony at the impact—
Behind, steps thudded on ice as the third brother closed in.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I ripped away the cloth of my jacket and shirt from my forearm, snapped the arrow in two, and tore the pieces from my flesh. My roar shattered and bounced across the ice.
Eris had taken one step toward me, smiling like a wolf, when I was up again, my last two Illyrian knives in my palms, my right arm screaming at the movement—
Around me, the ice began to melt.
“This can end with you going under, begging me to get you out once that ice instantly refreezes,” Eris drawled. Behind him, cut off by his brothers, Lucien had drawn his own knife and now sized up the other two. “Or this can end with you agreeing to take my hand. But either way, you will be coming with me.”
Already, the flesh in my arm was knitting together. Healing—from Dawn’s powers reawakening in my veins—
And if that was working—
I didn’t give Eris time to read my move.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
White, blinding light erupted from me. Eris swore, and I ran.
Not toward him, not when I was still too injured to wield my knives. But away—toward that distant shore. Half-blinded myself, I stumbled and staggered until I was clear of the treacherous, melting splotches, then sprinted.
The Night Court’s relationship with Winter was fine enough, still tenuous, as all our bonds were, after Amarantha. After she’d butchered so many of them—including, I remembered with no small surge of nausea, dozens of Winter Court children.
I couldn’t imagine it—the loss, the rage and grief. I’d never had the nerve to ask Rhys, in those months of training, who the children had belonged to. What the consequences had been. If it was considered the worst of Amarantha’s crimes, or just one of countless others.
But despite any tentative bonds, Winter was one of the Seasonal Courts. It might side with Tamlin, with Tarquin. Our best allies remained the Solar Courts: Dawn and Day. But they lay far to the north—above the demarcation line between the Solar and Seasonal Courts. That slice of sacred, unclaimed land that held Under the Mountain. And the Weaver’s cottage.
We’d be gone before we ever had to set foot in that lethal, ancient forest.
It was another day and night before we cleared the mountains entirely and set foot on the thick ice. Nothing grew, and I could only tell when we were on solid land by the dense snow packed beneath. Otherwise, too frequently, the ice was clear as glass—revealing dark, depthless lakes beneath.
At least we didn’t encounter any of the white bears. But the real threat, we both quickly realized, was the utter lack of shelter: out on the ice, there was none to be found against the wind and cold. And if we lit a fire with our feeble magic, anyone nearby would spot it. No matter the practicality of lighting a fire atop a frozen lake.
The sun was just slipping above the horizon, staining the plain with gold, the shadows still a bruised blue, when Lucien said, “Tonight, we’ll melt some of the ice pack enough to soften it—and build a shelter.”
I considered. We were barely a hundred feet onto what seemed to be an endless lake. It was impossible to tell where it ended. “You think we’ll be out on the ice for that long?”
Lucien frowned toward the dawn-stained horizon. “Likely, but who knows how far it extends?” Indeed, the snowdrifts hid much of the ice beneath.
“Perhaps there’s some other way around …,” I mused, glancing back toward our abandoned little camp.
We looked at the same time. And both beheld the three figures now standing at the lake edge. Smiling.
Eris lifted a hand wreathed in flame.
Flame—to melt the ice on which we stood.
CHAPTER
13
“Run,” Lucien breathed.
I didn’t dare take my eyes off his brothers. Not as Eris lowered that hand to the frozen edge of the lake. “Run where, exactly?”
Flesh met ice and steam rippled. The ice went opaque, thawing in a line that shot for us—
We ran. The slick ice made for a treacherous sprint, my ankles roaring with the effort of keeping me upright.
Ahead, the lake stretched on forever. And with the sun barely awake, the dangers would be even harder to spot—
“Faster,” Lucien ordered. “Don’t look!” he barked as I began to turn my head to see if they’d followed. He lashed out a hand to grip my elbow, steadying me before I could even register that I’d stumbled.
Where would we go where would we go where would we go
Water splashed beneath my boots—thawed ice. Eris had to either be expending all his power to get through millennia of ice, or was just doing it slowly to torture us—
“Zag,” Lucien panted. “We need to—”
He shoved me aside, and I staggered, arms wheeling.
Just as an arrow ricocheted off the ice where I’d been standing.
“Faster,” Lucien snapped, and I didn’t hesitate.
I hurtled into a flat-out sprint, Lucien and I weaving in and out of each other’s paths as those arrows continued firing. Ice sprayed where they landed, and no matter how fast we ran, the ground beneath us melted and melted—
Ice. I had ice in my veins, and now that we were over the border of the Winter Court—
I didn’t care if they saw it—my power. Kallias’s power. Not when the alternatives were far worse.
I threw out a hand before us as a melting splotch began to spread, ice groaning.
A spray of ice shot from my palm, freezing the lake once more.
With each pump of my arms as I ran, I fired that ice from my palms, solidifying what Eris sought to melt ahead of us. Maybe—just maybe we could clear the lake, and if they were stupid enough to be atop it when we did … If I could form ice, I could certainly un-form it.
I crossed paths with Lucien again, meeting his wide eyes as we did, and opened my mouth to tell him my plan, when Eris appeared.
Not behind. Ahead.
But it was the other brother at his side, arrow aimed and already flying for me, who drew the shout from my throat.
I lunged to the side, rolling.
Not fast enough.
The arrow’s edge sliced the shell of my ear, my cheek, leaving a stinging wake. Lucien shouted, but another arrow was flying.
It went clean through my right forearm this time.
Ice sliced into my face, my hands, as I went down, knees barking, arm shrieking in agony at the impact—
Behind, steps thudded on ice as the third brother closed in.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I ripped away the cloth of my jacket and shirt from my forearm, snapped the arrow in two, and tore the pieces from my flesh. My roar shattered and bounced across the ice.
Eris had taken one step toward me, smiling like a wolf, when I was up again, my last two Illyrian knives in my palms, my right arm screaming at the movement—
Around me, the ice began to melt.
“This can end with you going under, begging me to get you out once that ice instantly refreezes,” Eris drawled. Behind him, cut off by his brothers, Lucien had drawn his own knife and now sized up the other two. “Or this can end with you agreeing to take my hand. But either way, you will be coming with me.”
Already, the flesh in my arm was knitting together. Healing—from Dawn’s powers reawakening in my veins—
And if that was working—
I didn’t give Eris time to read my move.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
White, blinding light erupted from me. Eris swore, and I ran.
Not toward him, not when I was still too injured to wield my knives. But away—toward that distant shore. Half-blinded myself, I stumbled and staggered until I was clear of the treacherous, melting splotches, then sprinted.
