Autumn Rose
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Autumn
By Sunday evening, Mr. Sylaeias words to me several weeks beforeIt will not be as bad as you thinkseemed to strike a chord. It wasnt so bad. I slept well, had no dreams, and was kept well occupied, between helping Prince Fallon with his English literature homework, listening to the near-constant banter between the two cousins, and admiring Lady Elizabeths court dresses, which had overflowed into her boyfriends home. At times, the sense that even the air conspired against me to drag me down into fatigue and sluggishness would lift, as fast as the moor fogs, and I would feel able enough to hold a conversation or think beyond surviving a single day; consider my future, even. It was the best I had felt since my summer in London.
Without a doubt, the highlight was the riding. The estate had an amazing setup: fourteen horses, of which four were for the family, one for Lisbeth, and the rest for any guests or the staff to use whenever they wished. They even had four Dartmoor ponies Prince Lorent had rescued from the slaughter after poor sales at an auction. On Saturday, we had ventured out to the tors on the bridle paths, and on Sunday morning we stayed nearer to their home, where the streams and trees made for a more picturesque experience, and allowed the ponies to wander along behind us. It made me realize how much I missed St. Sapphires and all the things I had been able to do there.
So what are you going to do after Kable then? Prince Fallon asked as we ambled along the upstairs hallway, having just finished yet more homework. We had hoped to go out again, but torrential rain, starting in the early evening, had scuppered our plans. I presume you wont stay and do A-levels there.
No, I wont. Though Ill need to carry on studying, because I want to go to the Athenean University. I wish St. Sapphires had a senior section, but I suppose Ill choose one of the other London schools, or Geneva.
What about the Athenean seniors?
I doubt I will get the grades.
Of course you will!
I glanced at him sideways through my eyelashes. You flatter me. But Kable wont give me a good recommendation. My attendance is too poor.
He sighed in defeat. There was no counterargument to that. Well then. London I can understand, but Geneva?
I have a friend there. Joan Lloarrauna. Do you know her?
He frowned and cocked his head first to the left and then to the right. If she doesnt have a title then I wont have met her. And only the one friend?
I shrugged halfheartedly. My grandmother made me practice my magic a lot. I never really had much time for friends . . . never really appreciated them very much.
Ah, that must be why, then.
I paused at the bottom of the staircase. What do you mean?
He swung in an arc around the banister and came to a rest at the other side of it, so that it passed between us. He leaned against it, lowering his gaze to my (much shorter) level. Youre always saying you feel you have no friendsI snuck a look at the essay you did for Sylaeiabut you have some very good friends at Kable who really care about you. He waved his hand to stop me from interrupting. I hope that one day you realize how important and powerful their friendship might be.
Just as I went to retort that my depression didnt have to be based on rational feelings, Prince Alfie came skidding into the entrance hall from the direction of the conservatory, soaked through from the rain and dripping onto the floor.
You two have to come and see this!
He didnt give us a chance to reply, disappearing down the left-hand hallway before I could even glance at the other prince. Fallons face reflected what I was thinking: whatever warranted moving that fast was worth seeing. We flitted after him, leaving the echo of wet shoes screeching on tiles behind.
We came to a halt on the veranda, where Prince Alfie and Lady Elizabeth rested against the railings beneath the torrent of water that was overflowing from the gutters and down onto the flower beds below, crushing the delicate autumn-flowering snowdrops planted there. Joining them, I wondered what the fuss was aboutit had been raining heavily for hours.
Then it became apparent. The sky abruptly changed color to an electric bluelike the color of the eyes of the Atheneaand multiple forks of lighting were thrust down toward the ground, only to be caught by the dome shield, which revealed itself just as it had done when the prince had thrown a pebble at its perimeter. There was the same shattered-glass appearance, and the same eerie crackling, similar to the hum of power lines, but this time, it came with a low drone, like the wail of the siren that could be heard right across Brixham when the lifeboat was launched. It sent a chill right up my spine, which didnt pass until the lightning had scuttled its way across the entire area of the shield, searching for weak spots, only able to ground when it had entirely engulfed the air above us and headed downward insteadit was too raw a form of energy to simply penetrate the shield, like the rain and the wind, so it acted like a solid object, or magic.
Ive never seen lightning like that, Lady Elizabeth seemed to mutter, though, in truth, I could see her mouth straining to make herself heardthe rain was that loud.
Prince Alfies reply was entirely drowned out by the thunder that tagged along with another strike of lightning, which did the same thing but was brighter, with more forks, and I shrieked in surprise, cutting Prince Fallon off as I accidentally took a step back into his chest. He steadied me with his hands on my shoulders and I briefly registered how warm they were on my soaked T-shirt.
But they couldnt remain there, and we didnt hang around to see a third strike, as a roar and a screama proper screamraced down the hallway, hitting us full-force in the backs and wrenching me out of his arms. It winded me, and my heart stopped, but we were gone, sprinting back to the entrance.
I could hear Prince Alfie yelling for his father, and followed them into the drawing room, where the princess was half collapsed in an armchair, her husband pacing the length of the room. A man dressed in the uniform of the Athenean kings staff watched him nervously from a corner.
Prince Alfie glanced at each of them in turn. What happened?
His father wheeled around toward us, noticing our appearance. Even from a distance I could see his eyes. They were black. Black and then entirely white.
Attacked!
Prince Alfie stepped hesitantly toward his mother. Who? Father, what are you talking about?
Violet Lee, he grunted, as though it was troublesome for him to even tell us her name. Lady Elizabeth gasped; I could feel the air move as Prince Fallon swayed from behind my right shoulder.
Last weekend, said the man I now presumed to be an envoy. At the Autumn Equinox ball, though the vamperic council only informed King Lliriad this past hour. The culprit was the heir to the earldom of Wallachia, a certain Ilta Crimson. He drank from and attempted to rape her
Thats suicide! Prince Alfie blurted. Shes under the King and Crowns Protection!
She insists he meant to murder her. And . . . and interrogations of his father suggest he did have a motivation. So yes, it was a suicide mission.
He shifted uncomfortably under our heavy gazes. We were all utterly silent, save for the sound of Prince Lorents pacing.
It seems he was a seer, and knew something about the future of the situation surrounding the girl. They are not letting his father leave the dimension or Kent, because he appears to possess information, too, but he refuses to tell
Make him tell! Prince Alfie blurted from the floor, where he was crouched beside his mother, tightly gripping her handshe hadnt moved since we had entered.
Cant, Prince Fallon muttered, and everybodys gaze shot to my shoulder. The Terra forbid it. All seers and their confidants have the right to silence, unless called before the interdimensional council.
Charnt! I forgot that, Prince Alfie muttered, managing to make his mother stir with his cursing.
Should have done a politics degree, Prince Fallon murmured in an undertone, irritated. I wasnt sure I was supposed to hear. He raised his voice. And they cant call a council, because that would attract too much attention and Michael Lee would find out. And if that happens, then . . . that is right, isnt it? he directed at the envoy, who nodded glumly.
This is why the gag orders were issued. News cant get out, which means that you girls cant relate this to anyone. Not even your families, his uncle said. I hadnt been planning to tell mine anyway. I doubted they would understand or care.
What has happened to this Ilta Crimson then? somebody said, but I wasnt entirely sure who, as the front covers of an assortment of papers on the table caught my eye.
He was killed.
Violet Lees face stared up at the ceiling. They always used the same picture of herthe school photo. It was such an unnatural pose. You could see as far down as the school logo on her breast, but no farther.
By whom?
I mentally undressed her, tearing the blazer into strips as easily as if it was made of the paper she was printed on. Her hair contracted into curls, and legs grew from the stumps of the column text. They were quite long; she was taller than I was, and I could see how white they were because her dress had been hauled up.
Prince Kaspar Varn.
I blanched. I blanched and I ran.
I was in my room within seconds, gasping, leaning over the desk, gagging, gripping the edge for support because there was no strength left in my legs.
This cannot be happening.
Tears plummeted onto the papers, and my knees buckled as I sank into a crouch. My chest was wrenching and I toppled forward onto my knees, almost banging my head on the desk, but was saved by the arms that slipped around mywaist.
No. Its not that bad.
He pulled me upright and I fell into his chest, completely unable to support myself because the weight that had been gradually eroding had fallen right back onto my shoulders. I-it is, I forced between sobs. It is!
Stiffen that upper lip, child!
No, it isnt, he cooed in Sagean into my hair, which was down and curly. Your grandmother was a seer. One of the best. You have her gift. You could be as good as her.
No! I dont want to be! I wrenched out of his grip, unintentionally copying his switch in language, glaring at him. How could he understand? How can he say such things when he knows why she died? And how can I be a seer? Im not fully fledged yet!
The people revere us, child.
I began pacing as he surveyed me, an increasingly pained expression forming on his face. Outside, the lightning continued, cutting my path into strips of light as I crossed the room.
You know some people develop earlier.
Parents watch their children grow old in the hope that they will have strong and auspicious enough visions to be prophets, like Contanal; or have the length of sight of Eaglen; the precision of Antae; even the power of chridom, the leader of the Extermino.
Not this early!
You are a great seer, too, Grandmother.
But youre not young enough to be panicking over this! He made a lurch for me as I passed, but I jumped out of the way. I didnt want him to touch me.
No, no, child! I am a cursed seer. We all are.
Autumn Rose, please just stop! He dived forward again and this time managed to grab the tops of my arms, securing me midstep. He gripped me tightly: I could feel his nails even through my cardigan. Im sorry! I just dont want you to do anything stupid over this!
A lump in my throat formed, and the sobs, which had abated with the anger, returned. I dont want to be a seer! They always get so caught up in politics, it will mean having to go to court and Im not ready for that and
He looked like he might cry, too, and roughly, as though acting on an impulse, he pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me onto my tiptoes and squeezing my breath out. My mouth opened and I gasped into his T-shirt, getting a breath full of deodorant. I broke away, spluttering.
Autumn? Are you okay? What happened? I felt a hand on my back, and leaning over as my stomach convulsed, I could see his loafers moving as he guided me down onto one of the sofas.
Your d-deodorant, I choked. T-too strong!
His eyes bulged and his skin flared to match his russet scars from the collar up, right up to his hairline. Its Lynx, he said apologetically, squeezing his muscled arms against his side and wrapping one across his front until his hand clutched at his shoulder. He took a small step back and his left calf hit the corner of the coffee table; he tripped, taking tiny steps to regain his balance. When he did, his eyes went bright pink and I had to stifle a giggle.
He ran a hand down the back of his head. I . . . meant to do that.
I couldnt hold back a burst of laughter this time and hushed myself by pressing my knuckles to my lips, still grinning from behind my fingers. He cocked his head first to the left and then to the right, watching me with a bemused expression, before carefully navigating all furniture corners to perch down on the edge of the glass top of the coffee table, facing me. He was so close our knees were touching.
He reached forward and untucked my hair from behind my ear. It contracted into curls, because it was drying from the rain. Your hair suits you when its curly.
He smiled and retreated, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his thighs. I had the desperate urge to place it back behind my ear but resisted.
How are you feeling? he asked as he placed his weight on his elbows.
All right. I just . . .
Go on.
I dont want to go back to court as a seer. People will expect so much of me, because of how good a seer my grandmother was. Her shadow is so large. She had so much control over her visions . . . and all I have ever seen is this Violet Lee girl. Ill never be as good as her. My head drooped and I screwed my eyes shut as I felt them sting with the threat of tears.
You cant say that. Youre about to turn sixteen, and already youre seeing a massive event like this attack. I think youre casting your own shadow over a lot of seers right now.
But at least they can control what they see. I have no choice but to watch horrible things, like . . . like . . . I didnt need to finish the sentence.
Things?
I finally looked up at him. He was still poised in exactly the same position, resting the weight of his torso on his elbows, his elbows on his thighs. This close, I could see that his tan was fading where the sleeves of his V-neck T-shirthe always wore thosewere slipping up. Yes, things, I whispered.
Can I see? He had snagged my gaze and wasnt letting me goit made it hard to contemplate refusing. Please? he added.
I had fended off intrusion into my mind for so longI was surprised he hadnt raised the matter sooner. Now he wanted to see the most private images, and though I had every confidence in the barriers I had built up over nine years, I was still afraid to let him in.
And yet . . . I closed my eyes and methodically moved from cavern to cavern, checking the chains and locks around the boxes in which I almost permanently kept the majority of my thoughts. Sweeping around, I brushed all emotions into the corners, away from where he would pry. Like dust, they puffed into a cloud, only eventually, and very reluctantly, settling where I wanted them. Satisfied, I drew up the dreams, arranging them chronologically.
Consciousnesses, even when safe within their mental barriers, have a scent, or a melody; something that makes them as easily identifiable as if you were directly looking at the person. His was no different. It was like a color wheel whirling before my eyes; it spun so fast the colors blurred and became an iridescent blue.
Yet there was a limit to what you could sense from behind a brick wall. Consciousnesses are easy enough to sense and identify, and, depending on familiarity, can be used to locate people. But from outside the barriers, the view is only skin-deeplike glancing at a person.
So when my barrier fell like drapes to the floor, and I found myself sucked completely unwillingly into his mind as he entered mine, it knocked the wind from my lungs. It was like stepping into another world.
Another world of rolling hills, diving and rising toward great ridges and mountains in the distance, full of trees, and white-capped waves, and blue skies. Behind, the plain gently sloped up toward a ravine of white cliffs, aging to gray. Sat atop them were yellowing blockhouses: they looked disused, but I knew not to be fooled. I knew not to be fooled by the whole scene.
It was his home, Athenea, or at least the very farthest reaches of itwith a few slight alterations. Piled around the bases of trees were trunks, some upturned, tattered, others neatly fitted together and treasured, many chained. Some lay with their lids thrown wide openfrom one nearby I could hear the echoes of our conversation about Amanda and from another I caught a glimpse of images that illustrated what he had told me.
Yet the chaos was an illusion, too. It was a place on lockdown. His thoughts and emotions were nowhere to be seen or felt, with only one exception: his exuberance at a scene he clearly loved very dearly. It was intoxicating, and I drank it in as it warmed me from my head down, brightening the shadows in my own mind and dissolving the weight that was always trying to crush me.
It couldnt last. I felt him come to the end of my last dream, which reeled along in my mind in my distraction, and knew I would have to withdrawit would be rude not to.
Opening my eyes, I found his body mirroring my own position: very upright, arms stiff and gripping the coffee table (mine gripped the edge of the sofa), eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the real light.
You saw the London Bloodbath, he muttered in disbelief. In hindsight?
I shook my head slightly. No, minutes before it happened, I replied, just as quietly.
He ran a hand down the back of his hair again. Miarba, he swore, then froze, his hand stiffening at the top of his neck and his eyes bulging. I am so sorry! I never usually curse. He averted his eyes as his arm gradually slid down and flopped into his lap. His gaze followed it and he laughed nervously. Honest, he added, his eyes suddenly bouncing back up to me.
Maybe I was still tipsy on his vitality, because I felt my cheeks warm. Thats cute. That is very cute. I believe you. I paused. But you cant tell anyone about my dreams. Please. I have the right to privacy. The insistence in my voice against the backdrop of the heavy rain and thunder sounded pitiful, and I wouldnt have been surprised if hed simply refused what should have been a demand.
Ill try, duchess. He reached up and untucked my hair from where I had lodged it behind my ear again. But you know if Violet Lee or any
All of a sudden he jumped up and I whipped around in my seat as the door banged shut, wildly blushing at the fact I had actually run from the room downstairs. Prince Alfie was standing in front of the frame, and his cousin obviously recognized the look on the others faceas did I. Their expressions were near-identical.
Whats wrong?
More bad news Im afraid, the elder prince replied, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. Prince Fallons lips parted, and my stomach clenched as the weight dropped back onto me for the second time in minutes. Extermino again.
My breathing halted, as all the sense of safety that I had gradually begun to rebuild after their attack in the summer and the Atheneas arrival evaporated.
Autumn
By Sunday evening, Mr. Sylaeias words to me several weeks beforeIt will not be as bad as you thinkseemed to strike a chord. It wasnt so bad. I slept well, had no dreams, and was kept well occupied, between helping Prince Fallon with his English literature homework, listening to the near-constant banter between the two cousins, and admiring Lady Elizabeths court dresses, which had overflowed into her boyfriends home. At times, the sense that even the air conspired against me to drag me down into fatigue and sluggishness would lift, as fast as the moor fogs, and I would feel able enough to hold a conversation or think beyond surviving a single day; consider my future, even. It was the best I had felt since my summer in London.
Without a doubt, the highlight was the riding. The estate had an amazing setup: fourteen horses, of which four were for the family, one for Lisbeth, and the rest for any guests or the staff to use whenever they wished. They even had four Dartmoor ponies Prince Lorent had rescued from the slaughter after poor sales at an auction. On Saturday, we had ventured out to the tors on the bridle paths, and on Sunday morning we stayed nearer to their home, where the streams and trees made for a more picturesque experience, and allowed the ponies to wander along behind us. It made me realize how much I missed St. Sapphires and all the things I had been able to do there.
So what are you going to do after Kable then? Prince Fallon asked as we ambled along the upstairs hallway, having just finished yet more homework. We had hoped to go out again, but torrential rain, starting in the early evening, had scuppered our plans. I presume you wont stay and do A-levels there.
No, I wont. Though Ill need to carry on studying, because I want to go to the Athenean University. I wish St. Sapphires had a senior section, but I suppose Ill choose one of the other London schools, or Geneva.
What about the Athenean seniors?
I doubt I will get the grades.
Of course you will!
I glanced at him sideways through my eyelashes. You flatter me. But Kable wont give me a good recommendation. My attendance is too poor.
He sighed in defeat. There was no counterargument to that. Well then. London I can understand, but Geneva?
I have a friend there. Joan Lloarrauna. Do you know her?
He frowned and cocked his head first to the left and then to the right. If she doesnt have a title then I wont have met her. And only the one friend?
I shrugged halfheartedly. My grandmother made me practice my magic a lot. I never really had much time for friends . . . never really appreciated them very much.
Ah, that must be why, then.
I paused at the bottom of the staircase. What do you mean?
He swung in an arc around the banister and came to a rest at the other side of it, so that it passed between us. He leaned against it, lowering his gaze to my (much shorter) level. Youre always saying you feel you have no friendsI snuck a look at the essay you did for Sylaeiabut you have some very good friends at Kable who really care about you. He waved his hand to stop me from interrupting. I hope that one day you realize how important and powerful their friendship might be.
Just as I went to retort that my depression didnt have to be based on rational feelings, Prince Alfie came skidding into the entrance hall from the direction of the conservatory, soaked through from the rain and dripping onto the floor.
You two have to come and see this!
He didnt give us a chance to reply, disappearing down the left-hand hallway before I could even glance at the other prince. Fallons face reflected what I was thinking: whatever warranted moving that fast was worth seeing. We flitted after him, leaving the echo of wet shoes screeching on tiles behind.
We came to a halt on the veranda, where Prince Alfie and Lady Elizabeth rested against the railings beneath the torrent of water that was overflowing from the gutters and down onto the flower beds below, crushing the delicate autumn-flowering snowdrops planted there. Joining them, I wondered what the fuss was aboutit had been raining heavily for hours.
Then it became apparent. The sky abruptly changed color to an electric bluelike the color of the eyes of the Atheneaand multiple forks of lighting were thrust down toward the ground, only to be caught by the dome shield, which revealed itself just as it had done when the prince had thrown a pebble at its perimeter. There was the same shattered-glass appearance, and the same eerie crackling, similar to the hum of power lines, but this time, it came with a low drone, like the wail of the siren that could be heard right across Brixham when the lifeboat was launched. It sent a chill right up my spine, which didnt pass until the lightning had scuttled its way across the entire area of the shield, searching for weak spots, only able to ground when it had entirely engulfed the air above us and headed downward insteadit was too raw a form of energy to simply penetrate the shield, like the rain and the wind, so it acted like a solid object, or magic.
Ive never seen lightning like that, Lady Elizabeth seemed to mutter, though, in truth, I could see her mouth straining to make herself heardthe rain was that loud.
Prince Alfies reply was entirely drowned out by the thunder that tagged along with another strike of lightning, which did the same thing but was brighter, with more forks, and I shrieked in surprise, cutting Prince Fallon off as I accidentally took a step back into his chest. He steadied me with his hands on my shoulders and I briefly registered how warm they were on my soaked T-shirt.
But they couldnt remain there, and we didnt hang around to see a third strike, as a roar and a screama proper screamraced down the hallway, hitting us full-force in the backs and wrenching me out of his arms. It winded me, and my heart stopped, but we were gone, sprinting back to the entrance.
I could hear Prince Alfie yelling for his father, and followed them into the drawing room, where the princess was half collapsed in an armchair, her husband pacing the length of the room. A man dressed in the uniform of the Athenean kings staff watched him nervously from a corner.
Prince Alfie glanced at each of them in turn. What happened?
His father wheeled around toward us, noticing our appearance. Even from a distance I could see his eyes. They were black. Black and then entirely white.
Attacked!
Prince Alfie stepped hesitantly toward his mother. Who? Father, what are you talking about?
Violet Lee, he grunted, as though it was troublesome for him to even tell us her name. Lady Elizabeth gasped; I could feel the air move as Prince Fallon swayed from behind my right shoulder.
Last weekend, said the man I now presumed to be an envoy. At the Autumn Equinox ball, though the vamperic council only informed King Lliriad this past hour. The culprit was the heir to the earldom of Wallachia, a certain Ilta Crimson. He drank from and attempted to rape her
Thats suicide! Prince Alfie blurted. Shes under the King and Crowns Protection!
She insists he meant to murder her. And . . . and interrogations of his father suggest he did have a motivation. So yes, it was a suicide mission.
He shifted uncomfortably under our heavy gazes. We were all utterly silent, save for the sound of Prince Lorents pacing.
It seems he was a seer, and knew something about the future of the situation surrounding the girl. They are not letting his father leave the dimension or Kent, because he appears to possess information, too, but he refuses to tell
Make him tell! Prince Alfie blurted from the floor, where he was crouched beside his mother, tightly gripping her handshe hadnt moved since we had entered.
Cant, Prince Fallon muttered, and everybodys gaze shot to my shoulder. The Terra forbid it. All seers and their confidants have the right to silence, unless called before the interdimensional council.
Charnt! I forgot that, Prince Alfie muttered, managing to make his mother stir with his cursing.
Should have done a politics degree, Prince Fallon murmured in an undertone, irritated. I wasnt sure I was supposed to hear. He raised his voice. And they cant call a council, because that would attract too much attention and Michael Lee would find out. And if that happens, then . . . that is right, isnt it? he directed at the envoy, who nodded glumly.
This is why the gag orders were issued. News cant get out, which means that you girls cant relate this to anyone. Not even your families, his uncle said. I hadnt been planning to tell mine anyway. I doubted they would understand or care.
What has happened to this Ilta Crimson then? somebody said, but I wasnt entirely sure who, as the front covers of an assortment of papers on the table caught my eye.
He was killed.
Violet Lees face stared up at the ceiling. They always used the same picture of herthe school photo. It was such an unnatural pose. You could see as far down as the school logo on her breast, but no farther.
By whom?
I mentally undressed her, tearing the blazer into strips as easily as if it was made of the paper she was printed on. Her hair contracted into curls, and legs grew from the stumps of the column text. They were quite long; she was taller than I was, and I could see how white they were because her dress had been hauled up.
Prince Kaspar Varn.
I blanched. I blanched and I ran.
I was in my room within seconds, gasping, leaning over the desk, gagging, gripping the edge for support because there was no strength left in my legs.
This cannot be happening.
Tears plummeted onto the papers, and my knees buckled as I sank into a crouch. My chest was wrenching and I toppled forward onto my knees, almost banging my head on the desk, but was saved by the arms that slipped around mywaist.
No. Its not that bad.
He pulled me upright and I fell into his chest, completely unable to support myself because the weight that had been gradually eroding had fallen right back onto my shoulders. I-it is, I forced between sobs. It is!
Stiffen that upper lip, child!
No, it isnt, he cooed in Sagean into my hair, which was down and curly. Your grandmother was a seer. One of the best. You have her gift. You could be as good as her.
No! I dont want to be! I wrenched out of his grip, unintentionally copying his switch in language, glaring at him. How could he understand? How can he say such things when he knows why she died? And how can I be a seer? Im not fully fledged yet!
The people revere us, child.
I began pacing as he surveyed me, an increasingly pained expression forming on his face. Outside, the lightning continued, cutting my path into strips of light as I crossed the room.
You know some people develop earlier.
Parents watch their children grow old in the hope that they will have strong and auspicious enough visions to be prophets, like Contanal; or have the length of sight of Eaglen; the precision of Antae; even the power of chridom, the leader of the Extermino.
Not this early!
You are a great seer, too, Grandmother.
But youre not young enough to be panicking over this! He made a lurch for me as I passed, but I jumped out of the way. I didnt want him to touch me.
No, no, child! I am a cursed seer. We all are.
Autumn Rose, please just stop! He dived forward again and this time managed to grab the tops of my arms, securing me midstep. He gripped me tightly: I could feel his nails even through my cardigan. Im sorry! I just dont want you to do anything stupid over this!
A lump in my throat formed, and the sobs, which had abated with the anger, returned. I dont want to be a seer! They always get so caught up in politics, it will mean having to go to court and Im not ready for that and
He looked like he might cry, too, and roughly, as though acting on an impulse, he pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me onto my tiptoes and squeezing my breath out. My mouth opened and I gasped into his T-shirt, getting a breath full of deodorant. I broke away, spluttering.
Autumn? Are you okay? What happened? I felt a hand on my back, and leaning over as my stomach convulsed, I could see his loafers moving as he guided me down onto one of the sofas.
Your d-deodorant, I choked. T-too strong!
His eyes bulged and his skin flared to match his russet scars from the collar up, right up to his hairline. Its Lynx, he said apologetically, squeezing his muscled arms against his side and wrapping one across his front until his hand clutched at his shoulder. He took a small step back and his left calf hit the corner of the coffee table; he tripped, taking tiny steps to regain his balance. When he did, his eyes went bright pink and I had to stifle a giggle.
He ran a hand down the back of his head. I . . . meant to do that.
I couldnt hold back a burst of laughter this time and hushed myself by pressing my knuckles to my lips, still grinning from behind my fingers. He cocked his head first to the left and then to the right, watching me with a bemused expression, before carefully navigating all furniture corners to perch down on the edge of the glass top of the coffee table, facing me. He was so close our knees were touching.
He reached forward and untucked my hair from behind my ear. It contracted into curls, because it was drying from the rain. Your hair suits you when its curly.
He smiled and retreated, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his thighs. I had the desperate urge to place it back behind my ear but resisted.
How are you feeling? he asked as he placed his weight on his elbows.
All right. I just . . .
Go on.
I dont want to go back to court as a seer. People will expect so much of me, because of how good a seer my grandmother was. Her shadow is so large. She had so much control over her visions . . . and all I have ever seen is this Violet Lee girl. Ill never be as good as her. My head drooped and I screwed my eyes shut as I felt them sting with the threat of tears.
You cant say that. Youre about to turn sixteen, and already youre seeing a massive event like this attack. I think youre casting your own shadow over a lot of seers right now.
But at least they can control what they see. I have no choice but to watch horrible things, like . . . like . . . I didnt need to finish the sentence.
Things?
I finally looked up at him. He was still poised in exactly the same position, resting the weight of his torso on his elbows, his elbows on his thighs. This close, I could see that his tan was fading where the sleeves of his V-neck T-shirthe always wore thosewere slipping up. Yes, things, I whispered.
Can I see? He had snagged my gaze and wasnt letting me goit made it hard to contemplate refusing. Please? he added.
I had fended off intrusion into my mind for so longI was surprised he hadnt raised the matter sooner. Now he wanted to see the most private images, and though I had every confidence in the barriers I had built up over nine years, I was still afraid to let him in.
And yet . . . I closed my eyes and methodically moved from cavern to cavern, checking the chains and locks around the boxes in which I almost permanently kept the majority of my thoughts. Sweeping around, I brushed all emotions into the corners, away from where he would pry. Like dust, they puffed into a cloud, only eventually, and very reluctantly, settling where I wanted them. Satisfied, I drew up the dreams, arranging them chronologically.
Consciousnesses, even when safe within their mental barriers, have a scent, or a melody; something that makes them as easily identifiable as if you were directly looking at the person. His was no different. It was like a color wheel whirling before my eyes; it spun so fast the colors blurred and became an iridescent blue.
Yet there was a limit to what you could sense from behind a brick wall. Consciousnesses are easy enough to sense and identify, and, depending on familiarity, can be used to locate people. But from outside the barriers, the view is only skin-deeplike glancing at a person.
So when my barrier fell like drapes to the floor, and I found myself sucked completely unwillingly into his mind as he entered mine, it knocked the wind from my lungs. It was like stepping into another world.
Another world of rolling hills, diving and rising toward great ridges and mountains in the distance, full of trees, and white-capped waves, and blue skies. Behind, the plain gently sloped up toward a ravine of white cliffs, aging to gray. Sat atop them were yellowing blockhouses: they looked disused, but I knew not to be fooled. I knew not to be fooled by the whole scene.
It was his home, Athenea, or at least the very farthest reaches of itwith a few slight alterations. Piled around the bases of trees were trunks, some upturned, tattered, others neatly fitted together and treasured, many chained. Some lay with their lids thrown wide openfrom one nearby I could hear the echoes of our conversation about Amanda and from another I caught a glimpse of images that illustrated what he had told me.
Yet the chaos was an illusion, too. It was a place on lockdown. His thoughts and emotions were nowhere to be seen or felt, with only one exception: his exuberance at a scene he clearly loved very dearly. It was intoxicating, and I drank it in as it warmed me from my head down, brightening the shadows in my own mind and dissolving the weight that was always trying to crush me.
It couldnt last. I felt him come to the end of my last dream, which reeled along in my mind in my distraction, and knew I would have to withdrawit would be rude not to.
Opening my eyes, I found his body mirroring my own position: very upright, arms stiff and gripping the coffee table (mine gripped the edge of the sofa), eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the real light.
You saw the London Bloodbath, he muttered in disbelief. In hindsight?
I shook my head slightly. No, minutes before it happened, I replied, just as quietly.
He ran a hand down the back of his hair again. Miarba, he swore, then froze, his hand stiffening at the top of his neck and his eyes bulging. I am so sorry! I never usually curse. He averted his eyes as his arm gradually slid down and flopped into his lap. His gaze followed it and he laughed nervously. Honest, he added, his eyes suddenly bouncing back up to me.
Maybe I was still tipsy on his vitality, because I felt my cheeks warm. Thats cute. That is very cute. I believe you. I paused. But you cant tell anyone about my dreams. Please. I have the right to privacy. The insistence in my voice against the backdrop of the heavy rain and thunder sounded pitiful, and I wouldnt have been surprised if hed simply refused what should have been a demand.
Ill try, duchess. He reached up and untucked my hair from where I had lodged it behind my ear again. But you know if Violet Lee or any
All of a sudden he jumped up and I whipped around in my seat as the door banged shut, wildly blushing at the fact I had actually run from the room downstairs. Prince Alfie was standing in front of the frame, and his cousin obviously recognized the look on the others faceas did I. Their expressions were near-identical.
Whats wrong?
More bad news Im afraid, the elder prince replied, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. Prince Fallons lips parted, and my stomach clenched as the weight dropped back onto me for the second time in minutes. Extermino again.
My breathing halted, as all the sense of safety that I had gradually begun to rebuild after their attack in the summer and the Atheneas arrival evaporated.
