Gathering Darkness
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Believe in magic. Believe in the impossible.
Believe, tentatively, in this fragile new friendship with Cleo.
And believe that one day she’d see Alexius again.
CHAPTER 7
ALEXIUS
THE SANCTUARY
In the two thousand years Alexius had existed, he’d never wanted anything as much as this.
He lay back in the grass of his favorite meadow with his eyes closed and reached out through the darkness, searching for her.
Where are you?
No answer. He tried until his head ached, until his body felt weak. Until he was so frustrated he could scream. But once again it didn’t work.
The princess was lost to him—out somewhere in the mortal world, alone with no one to guide or protect her.
The thought made him laugh, and the sound rumbled deep in his chest.
Protect her.
“Alexius.”
He jumped to his feet at the sound of Timotheus’s voice.
“Greetings,” he managed to say through his hoarse throat. He hadn’t spoken aloud all day.
Timotheus, Alexius’s friend and mentor, as well as one of the Three that made up the council of elders, regarded Alexius with his arms crossed and patience in his golden eyes. “Am I interrupting your daily meditation? Or were you attempting to dreamwalk?”
“Neither,” he lied. “I was only resting.” To admit he was trying to visit the dreams of a mortal would only spark additional questions. Questions he couldn’t answer.
“There’s something different about you,” Timotheus said, walking a slow circle around Alexius as he studied his tall, lean frame. “I’ve noticed for many months now, ever since you began spending so much time with Melenia.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Be wary of her.”
A bolt of worry struck Alexius, and he fought to hide it from his face. “I’m wary of everyone here in the Sanctuary.”
“That makes you wise.”
“Are you just out for a stroll? Or did you come here looking for me?”
“Neither. I’m looking for Phaedra. She’s still missing.”
To hear the name of his dearest friend was an unexpected blow. “I know.”
“Do you know where she disappeared to?”
“No.”
Timotheus didn’t break eye contact. Despite their centuries of friendship, despite all the guidance and knowledge the elder had shared, Alexius still had secrets he needed to keep from him.
Horrible secrets.
“I believe Melenia has something to do with her disappearance,” Timotheus said. “You might ask her about it the next time you see her, which I presume will be today?”
Alexius chose not to confirm this. “I’ll be sure to ask her the next time I see her.”
Rumors had begun to spread across the Crystal City that he was their fair leader’s newest lover, a designation that drew stares of envy and jealousy from his fellow immortals everywhere he went.
But that rumor couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I should be leaving now.” Alexius tensed up as Timotheus clasped his shoulder, concern clouding his eternally youthful face.
“Alexius, you can trust me with any secret. Just as you always have. I hope you know that. If there is anything you need to tell me, don’t hesitate.”
Alexius smiled and nodded, wishing it were that simple.
• • •
He needed to know what had happened to Phaedra. The question ate away at him anew as he journeyed to the top of the crystal palace to meet Melenia. The beautiful Watcher greeted him with a smile, opening her golden doors wide to allow him entry into her chambers, which were full of light and the beautiful flowers that were picked daily by her obedient minions.
“You’re early,” she said, kissing him on both cheeks before she closed the doors. Her long, flowing, flaxen hair smelled like warm saffron and reflected the light from the floor-to-ceiling window that looked out on the rest of the city where the immortals made their home.
He hadn’t taken more than a step inside the room before he brought up the troubling subject. “I need to know about Phaedra.”
“She has disappeared.”
“I know that much. Is she still alive?”
Melenia blinked once. “My goodness, Alexius. What is the meaning of this? You don’t think I had something to do with her disappearance, do you?”
He summoned all the courage he could. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. I know you thought she was a problem, that she knew too much and was dangerously close to learning more.”
“And for this offense you think I . . . what? Murdered her?” She smiled sweetly. “I assure you, I haven’t touched a single hair on her head.”
“But you know what happened to her.”
“Come and sit. We have much to discuss today. Unfortunately, it will have to wait until I finish with my other visitor.”
“Other visitor?”
There was a knock at the door. “Yes. Danaus desperately wanted to speak with me today.”
Danaus, the final member of the Three, was a vastly unpleasant immortal whom Alexius habitually avoided. “Don’t let him in.”
“Don’t be silly. Actually, I need him today.”
With a clenched jaw, Alexius watched as Melenia practically floated across the silver floor inlaid with sparkling jewels. Her diamond-beaded gown was made from fabric that seemed spun from platinum, and her long, wavy hair shone in different shades of gold. She was the most beautiful Watcher of all.
Believe, tentatively, in this fragile new friendship with Cleo.
And believe that one day she’d see Alexius again.
CHAPTER 7
ALEXIUS
THE SANCTUARY
In the two thousand years Alexius had existed, he’d never wanted anything as much as this.
He lay back in the grass of his favorite meadow with his eyes closed and reached out through the darkness, searching for her.
Where are you?
No answer. He tried until his head ached, until his body felt weak. Until he was so frustrated he could scream. But once again it didn’t work.
The princess was lost to him—out somewhere in the mortal world, alone with no one to guide or protect her.
The thought made him laugh, and the sound rumbled deep in his chest.
Protect her.
“Alexius.”
He jumped to his feet at the sound of Timotheus’s voice.
“Greetings,” he managed to say through his hoarse throat. He hadn’t spoken aloud all day.
Timotheus, Alexius’s friend and mentor, as well as one of the Three that made up the council of elders, regarded Alexius with his arms crossed and patience in his golden eyes. “Am I interrupting your daily meditation? Or were you attempting to dreamwalk?”
“Neither,” he lied. “I was only resting.” To admit he was trying to visit the dreams of a mortal would only spark additional questions. Questions he couldn’t answer.
“There’s something different about you,” Timotheus said, walking a slow circle around Alexius as he studied his tall, lean frame. “I’ve noticed for many months now, ever since you began spending so much time with Melenia.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Be wary of her.”
A bolt of worry struck Alexius, and he fought to hide it from his face. “I’m wary of everyone here in the Sanctuary.”
“That makes you wise.”
“Are you just out for a stroll? Or did you come here looking for me?”
“Neither. I’m looking for Phaedra. She’s still missing.”
To hear the name of his dearest friend was an unexpected blow. “I know.”
“Do you know where she disappeared to?”
“No.”
Timotheus didn’t break eye contact. Despite their centuries of friendship, despite all the guidance and knowledge the elder had shared, Alexius still had secrets he needed to keep from him.
Horrible secrets.
“I believe Melenia has something to do with her disappearance,” Timotheus said. “You might ask her about it the next time you see her, which I presume will be today?”
Alexius chose not to confirm this. “I’ll be sure to ask her the next time I see her.”
Rumors had begun to spread across the Crystal City that he was their fair leader’s newest lover, a designation that drew stares of envy and jealousy from his fellow immortals everywhere he went.
But that rumor couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I should be leaving now.” Alexius tensed up as Timotheus clasped his shoulder, concern clouding his eternally youthful face.
“Alexius, you can trust me with any secret. Just as you always have. I hope you know that. If there is anything you need to tell me, don’t hesitate.”
Alexius smiled and nodded, wishing it were that simple.
• • •
He needed to know what had happened to Phaedra. The question ate away at him anew as he journeyed to the top of the crystal palace to meet Melenia. The beautiful Watcher greeted him with a smile, opening her golden doors wide to allow him entry into her chambers, which were full of light and the beautiful flowers that were picked daily by her obedient minions.
“You’re early,” she said, kissing him on both cheeks before she closed the doors. Her long, flowing, flaxen hair smelled like warm saffron and reflected the light from the floor-to-ceiling window that looked out on the rest of the city where the immortals made their home.
He hadn’t taken more than a step inside the room before he brought up the troubling subject. “I need to know about Phaedra.”
“She has disappeared.”
“I know that much. Is she still alive?”
Melenia blinked once. “My goodness, Alexius. What is the meaning of this? You don’t think I had something to do with her disappearance, do you?”
He summoned all the courage he could. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. I know you thought she was a problem, that she knew too much and was dangerously close to learning more.”
“And for this offense you think I . . . what? Murdered her?” She smiled sweetly. “I assure you, I haven’t touched a single hair on her head.”
“But you know what happened to her.”
“Come and sit. We have much to discuss today. Unfortunately, it will have to wait until I finish with my other visitor.”
“Other visitor?”
There was a knock at the door. “Yes. Danaus desperately wanted to speak with me today.”
Danaus, the final member of the Three, was a vastly unpleasant immortal whom Alexius habitually avoided. “Don’t let him in.”
“Don’t be silly. Actually, I need him today.”
With a clenched jaw, Alexius watched as Melenia practically floated across the silver floor inlaid with sparkling jewels. Her diamond-beaded gown was made from fabric that seemed spun from platinum, and her long, wavy hair shone in different shades of gold. She was the most beautiful Watcher of all.
