Octavion stood near his sister’s grave. Word of Lydia's death spread through the kingdom quickly in hopes the news would reach the far parts of the region by night fall. Proof that Xantara already mourned her loss lay in the many colorful petals scattered over the hillside that led to the Royal cemetery.
   Though her grave lay empty, Octavion's eyes burned as he stared at the fresh turned earth. Within hours of returning to their home world, anonymous threats had been made on her life. King Belesgar would take no chances with his daughter’s safety. With Lydia hidden away in her father's royal chambers, not even the loyal staff was privy to the deceit. No one but close family would be trusted. And to be sure a rumor didn't fester within the kingdom, King Belesgar forbade anyone to speak Lydia's name-the penalty possible death.
   “It is time, my son.” King Belesgar stood at Octavion’s shoulder, dressed like his son, in the white robes of mourning. No color shone on their garments, no adornment accented their simple tunics and britches. Even their feet were bare to the cool grass that lay beneath them. Unfettered by distractions, the symbols of simplicity and purity gave no restraint for the dead, releasing them to return to the mighty gods who ruled the afterlife, the spiritual paradise of Lor.
   Octavion faced his father, fully aware of the many eyes upon him-the Elders of Lor who’d come to pay their respects, and loyal subjects mourning the loss of their beautiful princess. “I would like permission to stay longer, Father.” Octavion paused for a moment, the proper language used to publically address his king made his tongue feel thick and uneasy. He’d been gone far too long. “If it be your will,” Octavion added, lowering his eyes while sharing his thoughts. I have more than my sister to mourn this day. I would like time alone.
   “As you wish, my son.” The king waved a hand, dismissing those around them. The crowd dissipated, flowing down the small hill that led to the village, their long white robes making them appear as angels descending into Xantara. Do not be long. You are needed at your sister’s side.
   “Thank you, Father.” I am well aware of my place. Have you forgotten I also grieve for Kira who lies in my chambers? I do not know if she will live or die.
   King Belesgar knelt by the freshly turned dirt of his daughter’s mock grave. He pressed his palm to the soil, adding his imprint to those already there, the traditional farewell to the blessed one that lay beneath. He stood and pressed his dirt-covered hand over his heart, then clenched the fabric at his belt. The gestures represented the gut-wrenching sorrow that settled in his belly and the ache of a sorrowing heart. Other mourners bore similar markings, but none held the significance of a father grieving the loss of his daughter.
   “Be quick about it, my son. We have much to do.” Belesgar made a grand gesture with his hand-as if gathering the air in his fist, then setting it free. Then he simply disappeared. His wake swirled around the foot of the grave, kicking up the freshly turned dirt before drifting into the trees on the late evening breeze.
   Alone, Octavion knelt in prayer. For too long, he'd neglected the religion of his ancestors. Now they were his only hope. He searched the hillside to be certain his words would not be heard by anyone but those for whom they were intended. The graves of his mother and Estaria lay close by. He felt their nearness, as if each woman lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, imparting their comfort.
   He pressed his fingertips together and brought his thumbs to the center of his chest, lowering his elbows to his sides. The formal stance he’d assumed many times in his youth, felt strange and foreign to him now. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and cleansing his mind of everything but the heavy weight on his heart. He regretted letting so much time pass since addressing the gods of Lor. The words would not come easily.
   “Brujha,” he began. “Father of all Creation. Giver of Life. Instiller of Pure Magic. Bestow Thy blessings upon Kira. Give her Thy Gift of Life. Breathe strength into her spirit, that she may overcome her weakness.”
   Octavion took in a trembling breath and swallowed the lump in his throat. He lowered his voice to a whisper, showing respect for the Mother and Protector of all living things. “Felinea, press Thy hand to her heart to keep it beating. Let thy winds flow through her lungs so she may breathe. Heal her quickly, so she may be without pain. And hold her in Thy gentle arms and comfort her.”
   Images of Kira flooded his mind. Flashes of the torture she'd endured-her back riddled with deep gashes and welts, the bruises and abrasions covering her fragile limbs. The gash on her cheek. He pushed the images away. He had to hold it together. One more prayer that needed to be said.
   He raised his hands above his head as if reaching out to Lor itself. He opened his eyes and looked to the cloudless sky. “Zi’ah,” he pled. “Keeper of the Gates of Death, Holder of the Key to Eternal Life, pull back Thy hand and refuse Kira entry. Deny her the embrace of death and accept my plea. If it be Thy will, take my life in her stead.”
   Prayer will not save her, brother.
   Octavion pressed his palm to his forehead. Clearing his mind in supplication and letting his guard down had been a mistake. The gods hadn’t answered his cries, but his traitorous sister, Shandira. He had to be constantly vigilant of his thoughts. Shandira was as much a hybrid as he-though she lacked his size, she had her own strength and powers, and she’d perfected her gifts. He’d never seen anyone shift from one place to another as quickly or read a person’s thoughts as thoroughly as she did. Their sibling bond only made it worse. It was all he could do to keep her out of his head. He’d have to be more careful or she’d find out Lydia was still alive.
   You are a fool to think she is safe, she continued.
   Octavion stood and took one step before instantly appearing in the castle's courtyard, the rush of water from the nearby fountain filling his ears. He threw open the thick wooden door and walked into the grand hall, pausing at the base of the staircase. His grip on the newel post tightened, causing the wood to creak beneath his fingers. In spite of his efforts to block his sister’s thoughts, Shandira managed a parting jab that cut him to his core.
   You cannot protect her. I have allies, men who hunger for something even you have not tasted-the flesh of a human.
   Octavion snapped the newel post and dropped it to the stone floor where it bounced and rolled under a bench near the door. His back swelled and his eyes burned with the need for revenge; the need to release the wild beast impatiently waiting within him. Your animals touch her again and I will kill you with my bare hands. Leave her be; this fight is between us. Though no answer came, the pain penetrating his skull told him she’d received his message.
   A moment later he stood outside his sleeping chambers. He took the iron latch in his hand and gripped it with purpose, but didn’t open the door. Kira lay dying within that room and the image of her bruised and beaten body haunted his every thought. For the past three days he’d exhausted all efforts to cure her, but she’d only gotten worse. He was sure the Pyrulis blooms had counteracted the poison, yet she had not been healed.
   He turned the latch and let the heavy wooden door drift open. The ornate hinges groaned from lack of use over the time he’d been away on Earth. Ussay sat near Kira’s bed, eyes wide with surprise when Octavion entered the room. She shot to her feet, nearly tripping over the hem of her long blue dress, and curtsied-which surprised him. Even though she was a servant, as children they’d grown up together and been lifelong friends. She’d been doing that a lot since he’d returned-testing her boundaries with him.
   “Forgive me, Sire; I did not hear you approach.”
   With the wave of his hand, Octavion dismissed both her concern and her formal address. “Is there any change?”
   Ussay shook her head, then looked at Kira’s motionless form. “Nothing positive. The wounds on her back are infected and she seems feverish.” She turned to the wash basin near Kira's bed and rung out a small cloth. She draped it over Kira's forehead, turned to face Octavion again and took a deep breath. “Gregor says. . there is little hope.”
   Octavion clenched his fists. “That old man knows nothing of the strength and fire that burns in her belly. She will not give up. Not without a fight.” He moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Kira's uninjured cheek with the back of his fingers. The heat radiating from her flesh seeped into his skin.
   “Seems feverish? She is burning up.”
   Ussay put a hand on Octavion's shoulder, a gesture only a friend of his youth would dare. A servant never touched royalty. “May I speak freely?”
   “Since when do you ask my permission?”
   “You have been gone a long time. I do not want to overstep my bounds.”
   Octavion turned to look her in the eyes. “We are still friends, Ussay. You need not ask my permission when we are alone.”
   Ussay released a drawn out, sorrowful sigh. “You know better than I what infection can do.” She looked down at her hands twisted in the folds of her long white apron, then cleared her throat. “Perhaps it is time you accept her fate and let her go.”
   Octavion reacted swiftly and without thought. Before he could rein in his temper, he'd turned and grabbed Ussay’s wrist to keep her from retreating. He'd transformed just enough for her to see the fire in his eyes. “You dare say this to me? After what she has been through? While I still wear the garment of mourning for my sister?”
   Ussay peeled his fingers from around her wrist. “You have changed.” Her voice trembled but she held his gaze. “The Octavion I once knew would never place a hand on a woman and he welcomed honesty among friends.” A tear trickled down her cheek.
   “You are right. I have changed.” He turned back to look at Kira and remembered the pain she'd endured at his hand. He would do anything to take those times back, to be the person he was before Shandira changed everything. But right now he had to focus on saving her life. “Do not leave her side for even a moment. I need to speak to my father.”
   Without so much as a glance toward Ussay, he stood in his father's chambers. Lydia's listless body lay a few feet away on an ornate bed. Hand-carved posts stretched halfway to the ceiling, supporting the many yards of white gauze fabric that draped between them. More fabric cascaded down each post, held in place with red velvet ribbons and silver medallions.
   King Belesgar sat near the fire, a large black book balanced on his lap. Without acknowledging his son's presence, he marked his place with a swatch of dark fabric and set the book on the table next to his wing-backed chair.
   “Father, forgive the intrusion,” Octavion said with a slight bow.
   Belesgar folded his hands in his lap, his expressionless eyes fixed on the fire. “Your concern for your sister is evident by your absence. Is she of no importance to you?”
   “How can you ask that? I've spent the past three years protecting her. But she has you to see to her needs now. Who does Kira have?”
   His father had only begun to rise when he instantly appeared before Octavion, their faces mere inches apart. “Servants-befitting a commoner.”
   Startled by his sudden nearness, Octavion stumbled back against the bed post. The force of his body scooted the bed a few inches across the stone floor and caused Lydia to moan. Both men were immediately at her side. Octavion took her hand while his father stroked her hair.
   “Lydia?” Octavion said, but she didn't respond.
   “Perhaps if I bring Kira here,” Octavion said, gently laying Lydia's hand at her side. “If they were together, maybe the Crystor would work its magic and heal them both.”
   “And what excuse would you give for her absence? We've already deceived the entire kingdom into thinking your sister is dead. Another death so soon would bring suspicion and I will not risk our enemies discovering Lydia is alive.”
   “You have to admit it would be worth a try. The Crystor is very powerful when it is working properly. I have seen Kira grow into a strong woman-in part as a result of the Crystor’s influence on her.” Although Octavion knew a much larger portion could be attributed to her feisty attitude and stubborn will.
   “You are wrong,” Belesgar said. “There is more than magic at hand here. Something was taken from Lydia, something that gives her strength and fuels her will to live. It is the work of Sakhar-a curse filled with evil brought against her from Kira’s world. We must keep them apart, send Kira back from whence she came. It is the only answer. You were a fool to bind them.”
   Octavion stepped back to avoid lashing out at his father. “How can you say that? If I had not bound them, Lydia would have died. It was Kira’s courage and sacrifice that saved her life. You should do everything in your power to honor the one who risked her own life to save your daughter.” He huffed the air out of his lungs and continued.
   “You have no idea what that world is like, what we had to endure and what hardships we suffered. Is it not enough that we lost our home and everything familiar to us? Must we also suffer at the hands of our own father by being denied Kira's friendship and love?”
   The king had remained silent while Octavion had his release, but at the mention of love he turned to face his son with anger burning in his eyes. “You dare suggest I deny you love? You know nothing of love until you have seen the mother of your children taken from you in a violent rage. You have not experienced sacrifice until you have watched your children swear vengeance against one another. And you have no right to speak to me about being torn from your homeland when you were not the one left behind to grieve the loss of your entire family. In one day I lost my wife and daughter to our evil enemies and was forced to push my other children beyond my grasp. Have you given no thought to what I have endured over these years?”
   Octavion stepped back as if he'd been struck. Shame coursed through him as he realized he hadn't once considered his father's feelings. The king had always carried himself with the utmost nobility-Octavion had almost forgotten his father had a heart. Overcome by his father’s confession, he fell to one knee and bowed to his king. “Forgive me, Father. I misspoke.”
   King Belesgar grasped his son’s shoulder. “No. It is I who misjudged you. I sent away a young boy and a man kneels before me.” He pulled Octavion from the floor and took him by both arms. Their eyes locked and Octavion saw his mirrored there. “I will do my part, but you must do yours. Use your gift as a Jayde and find a cure for your sister. If what you say is true and she and the human are connected, perhaps this will help your Kira as well.”
   Octavion’s gaze shifted to Lydia. The darkening shadows beneath her eyes the only proof of her deteriorating state. “I have done all I know. I cannot find a cure if I do not know what ails her.” He pulled away from his father and returned to Lydia’s side. He gently pressed his finger against the faint pulse in her wrist. It beat once for three of his. “I fear she is dying, and there is nothing I can do.”
   If only he had his mother’s gift of healing, then he would be of some help. As it was, he felt as powerless as when the spark of Jayde magic left him in Kira’s world. Although he now felt it surging through his veins, it took practice to control something so powerful, a strength Octavion lacked from his sojourn in the human world. “Tell me what to do and I will do it.”
   The king stepped closer and put a hand on Octavion’s shoulder. “I fear there is nothing, save magic or miracle.”
   Octavion shrugged from beneath his father's grasp and walked a few steps to a window overlooking the kingdom of Xantara. Though the evening sun had not yet touched the horizon, it gave an amber glow to the white walls surrounding the village. Magic, he thought. More magic than I possess. Not just a mere Jayde, as I am, but. . “Panthera.” He turned on his heals to find his father’s eyes wide and his stance rigid.
   “No, I will not allow it,” Belesgar said.
   “But it is her only chance. I will go to King Ramla and beg for his help. He will have a cure for both Kira and Lydia-I know it.”
   Belesgar shook his head. “And how will he cure the dead? One word of your sister's false demise and we'll have more than our enemies from which to fear retaliation.”
   “So you would rather your daughter die, than tarnish your reputation? What if she lives? Will you keep her locked in the castle so no one discovers your lie?”
   Belesgar clenched his fists. “I care nothing of what others think of me. Your sister's fate belongs to the gods of Lor. If it be their will, nothing can save her. The same is true of your human.”
   Octavion released a deep, throaty growl. “I refuse to believe that. And if I have to beg the King of Panthera to save the woman I love, I will do it.”
   “You are not thinking straight. King Ramla will give nothing without demanding much in return.”
   “Whatever he asks of me, I shall give it,” Octavion said. “Whatever it takes to save her, I will do without hesitation.”
   “And what if he asks your allegiance? Will you give up your crown and your kingdom?”
   Octavion cursed his thoughtlessness-for a moment he’d forgotten the king of Panthera was not a kind and gracious ruler like his father. He’d heard Ramla had built his kingdom by granting favors and requesting allegiance in return. Octavion knew the answer that lay in his heart, but confessing it to his father would be difficult. He took in a deep breath and straightened to his full stature. “If it means saving her-yes. Even my life would be given freely if it meant she would live.”
   His father took a step back, clearly shaken by this revelation. “She means that much to you?”
   “I am blood bound to her, Father. There is none other for me. But even if I had not made that choice, I would make this one now.”
   The king’s usual pompous demeanor melted away. His shoulders slumped as he averted his eyes, his exaggerated sigh proclaiming his disappointment. “Blood bound?” he asked, in a ragged whisper. “When?”
   “I was badly injured. She healed me and our blood mixed in the process. I chose it. She has no idea of the bond between us, nor the consequences it would bring upon my head if she died at the hand of another.”
   The king straightened, pulling his nobility around him like a cloak and discarding the visage of father. “Very well, then. I will contact King Ramla’s royal ministry and request an audience.” He motioned to the mourning attire Octavion still wore. “You should change. King Ramla will not accept you unless you are dressed appropriately.”
   Octavion put his hand on his father’s shoulder. “Thank you, Father. We must hurry. Fever has set in and I fear Kira does not have long to live.”

   By the time Octavion changed into suitable clothing, his father had made the arrangements. King Ramla would grant the prince of Xantara a brief audience, but only if he arrived before sunset. Opening the palace and accepting visitors after dark was far too dangerous and since the request had been made in urgency, foul play was certain to be expected.
   Octavion glanced out his father’s window to find less than half the sun visible above the distant tree line. He was out of time. “Pray to the Gods, Father. I need their guidance.”
   “I would do no less. Be safe.”
   Within two heartbeats, Octavion appeared outside the gates of Panthera. He’d only been there once when he was a boy. His father had requested he take lessons from a seasoned Jayde and the best lived in Panthera. Actually, the best was King Ramla himself, but he would never stoop to tutor a young boy from another kingdom, let alone heir.
   As Octavion approached the towering iron gates, two guards stepped from the shadows and drew their swords. Octavion held his empty hands before him so they saw he meant no harm. “I am Octavion, son of Belesgar, King of Xantara. I am expected.”
   The larger of the two men moved closer, both hands gripping his sword. He raised it up in front of him. “We have sealed the gates for the night. No one may enter.”
   Octavion dropped his hands to his sides and tried to remain calm. “My father has gained permission from King Ramla himself. He is expecting me. If you refuse to open the gates I will gain entry of my own accord.”
   “We have our orders. Leave now or we will call for reinforcements.”
   Octavion felt his Royal blood heating within him as the muscles across his shoulders and back swelled. “It is urgent. Open the gates and stand aside.” Octavion took a step toward the gate, but stopped short as three Royals appeared in front of him.
   The one in the center wore black ceremonial garments adorned with the insignia of a powerful Jayde. The small scar on his left brow identified him as Darion, Octavion’s old tutor.
   “You dare threaten to enter Panthera without permission?” Darion asked. “The punishment is death.”
   “I have been granted permission by King Ramla. I arrived before sunset as requested. My reason for seeing him will not wait-a life is at stake. Please, Darion. I must see him now.” Octavion lowered his eyes and bowed his head in a show of respect for his mentor.
   Darion’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know my name?”
   Octavion straightened, meeting the older man’s curious eyes. “I am your student, Octavion of Xantara.”
   “And you assume this information will bring you favor with me or the king? Be gone with you.” Darion waved his hand in the air, dismissing Octavion, then turned to address the guards.
   Regardless of the unforgivable insult to a Jayde of such power, Octavion closed the distance between them and clamped his hand on Darion’s shoulder. Touching his garment could bring instant imprisonment to the offender and Octavion had done much more than that-he’d shown force.
   Darion moved without hesitation. He spun around, clamped his fingers around Octavion’s neck and delivered a debilitating blow that sent Octavion to his knees. The next moment, they were in the middle of the B’Kari mountains surrounded by towering black pines and thickets of berry bushes, the thorns of which could kill with a mere prick. “You dare touch me? Do you remember nothing of what I taught you?”
   Even moving his jaw was painful and almost impossible, but Octavion forced out an answer. “You have denied me the only chance I have to save the woman to whom I am blood bound. Do with me as you wish. Death? I welcome it.”
   Darion released his grip on Octavion’s neck, letting him fall to the ground in a heap. “You are a fool. Step one foot in Panthera without invitation and evil will rain unrestrained upon Xantara.” Without reaching down, he summoned Octavion’s dagger from its sheath and flipped it in the air with a flick of his wrist, driving the blade into the soil inches from Octavion’s face. “Death will have to come at your own hand.” A dark laugh escaped from deep inside his chest before he vanished.
   Octavion lay motionless for several seconds, fighting against the pain surging through his veins. He’d never felt such power-it had stripped him of every ounce of energy he had. Another moment and he could finally roll to one elbow. He slowly pushed to his knees, then leaned back on his heels. With a trembling hand he reached for his dagger and pulled it from the ground, but he couldn’t lift it. Not yet. Instead, he let it rest loosely in his palm, the cool forest floor grounding him. Father, I have failed.
   Come home, my son. We will find another way.
   Octavion sighed. He knew his father would plead with him to return, so he closed his mind, keeping his thoughts to himself.
   “Kira!” he roared to the heavens. But the sinking feeling in his chest told him it was no use. The many prayers to his gods had gone unanswered.
   Grasping the dagger with both hands, Octavion brought the tip of the blade to the middle of his chest, the rapid beat of his heart vibrating through to his fingertips. He had no hope of a cure for Kira. No magic to bring her life. But in Lor, they could be together-their spirits would live in peace for eternity. If he died first, he could be there to welcome her, to hold her in his arms. To love her. She would never be alone again. Never feel the pain of abandonment.
   He threw back his head, the two crescent moons barely visible between the gaps in the trees above him. Every fiber of his soul rejected his intention to take his own life, but he was numb and felt nothing for himself or those he would leave behind. Putting more pressure to the blade, he closed his eyes and uttered one last plea to his god.
   “Zi’ah, throw open Thy gates. . and receive my spirit.”

   Strong hands clamped around Octavion’s wrists, pulling the knife away from his chest, but not before the tip tore through his tunic, pierced his flesh and drew blood. He opened his eyes to find Luka crouched in front of him.
   “You are not strong enough to fight me.” Octavion pulled against the knife, twisting it so the tip grazed his cousin’s neck. “How did you find me?”
   “I have orders from your father not to let you out of my sight.” Luka leaned away from the blade, releasing his hold. “And you are a fool if you think this will get you through the gates of Lor. Zi’ah will cast you out. Is that what you want, to spend eternity with the evil one?”
   “Why is it your concern? Xantara has been without its prince for years. They will not mourn my death.”
   “Do you not see the pain in your father’s eyes? And what of Lydia?”
   Octavion had lowered his hands when Luka released them, but now brought the blade back to Luka’s throat. “You dare utter her name. My father will have your head for treason.”
   “We are in the B’Kari forest. Who would venture within its depths to hear your sister’s name?”
   A deep growl filtered through the trees-and then another. Both men cautiously turned their focus to the dark shadows surrounding them. Octavion peered over Luka’s shoulder as a single set of red eyes appeared. Another growl brought several more. Jraks! I count five, he told Luka, being careful not to move or alert the creatures. The vicious rodents were no bigger than a small dog, but they hunted in packs-with their speed and rows of razor sharp teeth they were more like land-bound piranhas. They could take a large man down to the bone before his heart knew not to beat.
   Four more at your back. Luka inched his hands up to grasp Octavion by the shoulders. Pull the knife away from my neck slowly and clear your mind, cousin. One false move and we will both be their meal.
   Lowering the blade, Octavion breathed deeply. On three. One. . two. . three. The next moment seemed to last an eternity as Luka’s attempt to leap back to Xantara drew the entire pack to their wake. They managed to shake all but one of the deadly little creatures before landing hard on the cobblestone floor of the castle courtyard. The surviving Jrak latched onto Luka’s boot before snapping its jaws at his leg. Octavion grabbed the back of the animal’s neck and slit its throat, but not before its teeth broke through Luka’s leather pants.
   “Did he bite you?” Octavion asked, tossing the beast aside.
   Luka stuck his little finger through one of the holes, letting the tip of it wiggle out another. “No, but he ruined my favorite trousers.” He stood, brushed off his seat and gave a full body shiver. “I hate Jraks.”
   Octavion still knelt on the ground when a commotion erupted behind him. He clumsily stood-still not completely recovered from Darion’s magic-and turned to see two men run across the drawbridge. They stopped when their eyes locked on Octavion.
   “Forgive us, Prince Octavion,” the younger of the two said. They both bowed. “We have captured an unfamiliar Royal trying to enter at the main gate. He insists on seeing you, but will not give his name or hint at which kingdom he represents.”
   Luka straightened. “One of Shandira's spies,” he muttered under his breath. “Where is he?”
   “In the guard station, near the gate,” the other man said.
   Before the last word rolled off the man’s tongue, Octavion stood in front of the small stone structure. Two blazing torches flanked the doorway, giving enough light to see the man's face clearly. Dark skin. Bald. The fine lines of an intricate tattoo snaked around his neck.
   Octavion yanked the Royal through the doorway and shoved him against the exterior wall. He wrapped his fingers around the stranger’s neck. “Who sent you?” Octavion’s transformation progressed rapidly with the thought of one of Shandira's men getting this close.
   Luka appeared an instant later, clamping a hand onto Octavion’s shoulder. “If you kill him, we will never know who sent him or why he is here.”
   Pushing a thumb even deeper into the man’s windpipe, Octavion gave no heed to his cousin’s words. “Who sent you?”
   With his hand still on Octavion’s shoulder, Luka pulled him back with a jerk, breaking his concentration. Octavion turned to meet his eyes.
   “Do not kill him,” Luka said.
   Octavion loosened his grip enough to allow the Royal to breathe. “Did Shandira send you?”
   The stranger cleared his raspy throat. “I have orders to speak only to the prince of Xantara.”
   “And what message would you have for the prince?” Octavion asked.
   The man answered with a lift of his brow and a smirk, then gestured to where Octavion still held his neck.
   He released the man from his grasp. “I am Prince Octavion. What is your message?”
   The man pushed away from the wall, adjusted the collar of his tunic and cleared his throat again. “I am Rowin, nephew to King Ramla. He sends his apologies for the way you were treated at the gate. He had not yet sent word of your arrival.”
   Octavion took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. “And will he see me now?”
   “At first light-”
   Octavion dropped his arms to his sides and curled his fingers into fists. “It will be too late. She will surely die before then.”
   “Which explains my presence. I am to bring you and your female back to Panthera. Our physicians will examine her while others prepare you to see the king.”
   Octavion stiffened. “What do you mean prepare me?”
   Rowin looked Octavion up and down, then let out a huff of air. “Surely you do not expect the mighty king of Panthera to grant you audience wearing that. And you will have to be cleansed as well. After all, you have recently returned from another world.”
   Luka chuckled, earning a glare from his cousin.
   “Fine,” Octavion said after turning back to face Rowin. “I will do whatever it takes.”
   Within the hour, Ussay had gathered fresh clothing and whatever else she and Kira would need for the trip. Even though Rowin insisted Panthera could provide a complete staff of maids to see to Kira's every need, Octavion wanted Ussay to accompany them. He knew there would be times when he couldn't be with her-when she needed dressed or bathed-and he didn't want to leave her alone with strangers. Luka agreed to stay behind in case King Belesgar needed help with Lydia-though her condition remained unchanged.
   Octavion gently wrapped Kira in a sheet and lifted her into his arms. She seemed lighter than he remembered and much warmer. Tiny rivulets of sweat formed on her forehead and drenched her hair.
   Ussay stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “I am ready.”
   Octavion nodded to Rowin. A few seconds later they stood in a poorly lit hallway, so long it lay in shadows in both directions. Several sconces hung on the walls, but only a few were lit. Tall wooden doors lined both sides, while benches and tables filled the space between them. Tapestries adorned the walls and long rugs softened the white marble floor.
   With the wave of a hand, Rowin caused the door in front of them to open. A Jayde, Octavion thought as an eerie glow flowed out into the hall. The sterile scent of freshly laundered linens wafted around them. Rowin ushered them into the large space where, not candles or torches, but glowing white stones perched atop rod iron stands. Some jutted out from the walls while others stood on the floor in various shapes, sizes and heights. The stones themselves seemed somewhat uniform in size-no bigger than a large egg-but were clustered in groups depending on the size of the disk at the top of the stand.
   Dark drapes hung over several windows along the far wall. In the middle of the room, a small bed rose up from the ground like an altar-long and thin, resting on an ornate pedestal, making it about waist high. A thin mattress lay on top with a white cloth draped over it.
   Behind the bed, in a straight line, stood five women, all wearing dark gray dresses and stark white aprons. Even their hair looked similar, dark and pulled up in a bun. They stared straight ahead and didn't move, not even to blink.
   Rowin stepped further into the room and motioned for Octavion to lay Kira on the bed. “She will be well taken care of while you are away. Your maid may wait over there.” He pointed to a small bench near the oversized fireplace. No fire burned within its dark cavernous walls, but several of the glowing stones lay around its base.
   Ussay quickly moved to her position, dropping the small satchel she'd packed at her feet. Her dark brown eyes scanned the room. Not many servants could boast about seeing any part of Panthera and she was in the castle. Knowing her childhood curiosity well, Octavion guessed she was both frightened for her life and about to jump out of her skin with excitement. If the situation weren't so serious, he might have teased her about it.
   Instead, he stepped to the bed. His heart ached when he looked down at the fragile girl he held. He thought of the times he'd held her close, safe in his arms. It nearly tore him in two to see her like this-broken and at the mercy of strangers to save her life. She made no sound when he laid her limp body on the bed.
   Octavion brushed a strand of hair back from her damp forehead and leaned in to softly kiss her feverish lips. “You are safe, Kira. You are going to be all right.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. If only he believed his own words. There was no way to know for sure if she’d survive, even with Pantherian magic. He leaned closer and whispered, “I love you. Be strong. Do not give up.” He straightened the hem of her gown and positioned her hands at her sides. He took a few steps back.
   Rowin simply nodded and the five maids seemed to magically come to life. One unlaced Kira’s gown while another poured a green liquid into a wash basin and sponged her face and hair. The other three scattered to various locations around the room and retrieved clean linens, various herbs and a basketful of more glowing rocks, these casting an amber glow.
   “We should leave them to their work,” Rowin said, pointing toward the door.
   Octavion turned to Ussay. “You will stay with her.”
   “Of course. I will not leave her side for even a moment.” She turned her attention back to the women. As hard as it was to trust Rowin’s people, he had to believe Kira’s needs would be met and pray to the gods her life would be spared.

   Four hours later, Octavion had been thoroughly cleansed by seven beautiful women wearing nothing but flimsy gowns. Every curve of their bodies shone through the sheer fabric as they swayed one way or the other in front of one of the many candles in the room. The gowns barely reached mid-thigh and Octavion felt certain they wore nothing underneath. They cleansed every inch of his body from head to toe, which humiliated him beyond belief. These young women were either harlots who hoped to seduce him or virgins who didn't know better than to tempt a man with such promiscuous behavior.
   By the time they brought out the vessels filled with sweet smelling oils to rub onto his skin, he'd had enough. He protested vehemently, but was told if he wanted to see King Ramla, it was necessary. For the remainder of his torture, he closed his eyes and tried to think about how all this would be worth it if Ramla agreed to his request.
   After he'd been completely slathered, rubbed raw and clothed in plain white trousers and oversized tunic, he was told to wait. He could either stay awake or sleep, but he had to remain on a stone bench in the main hall, flanked by two armed Royals. Sleep was impossible, not because it would be uncomfortable, but because all he could think about was Kira. He'd enquired several times, but was told her needs were being met and that he should remain there or he'd have to go through the cleansing process again.
   So he sat.
   And waited.
   Octavion wondered if all this was some kind of test. Perhaps they expected him to give into the temptations while bathing, or get tired of waiting and decide Kira's life wasn't worth the trouble and discomfort. All kinds of thoughts scurried around in his head, including a list of possible demands from King Ramla. The list was short. What could a king who has everything want in return for a little magic?
   It wasn't until the room filled with early morning sunlight and the castle was abuzz with servants scrambling to their work, that someone finally came to retrieve Octavion. By then his backside was numb from sitting on the stone bench and his feet tingled alive when he stood to follow the manservant.
   A few moments later, they entered a magnificent garden, the likes of which Octavion had never seen-ornate shrubs sculpted into strange creatures, flowers with blooms larger than a stew pot and stone statuaries that towered over them.
   In the middle of a small courtyard stood King Ramla. To Octavion's surprise, he wore a simple outfit, one you might find a commoner wearing-brown twill pants, a dark blue tunic and leather sandals. No jewels or precious metals adorned his clothes or hung around his neck, only a simple silver band around the middle finger on his right hand.
   But what shocked Octavion the most, was that the mighty King Ramla-a man feared by everyone-played ball with a young boy. Not in the traditional sense, but by magic, making the ball whirl around in the air with a flick of their wrists. The boy ran up to the king and tried to hold the ball in the air with so much concentration a pained expression twisted his face. The ball fell to the ground and rolled under a bush shaped like a lion. Ramla laughed from deep inside his gut, then patted the boy on the head.
   “Run along, now. We shall finish your lesson later. I have business to attend to.” Ramla gently patted the boy's back. The boy turned, gave the man a hug and scurried under the bush to get the ball.
   Octavion straightened to his full stature, finally gaining the king's attention. When their eyes met, Octavion bowed deeply and lowered his eyes. “Forgive the intrusion, Your Excellency.” His heart hammered against the inside of his chest and he was sure Ramla could hear it. There were a few moments of awkward silence before Octavion straightened again, meeting the king's eyes.
   “Walk with me,” was all Ramla said as he turned his back to Octavion and began a leisurely stroll down the stone path.
   Octavion fell in step behind him, amazed at the lack of security surrounding the king-not a single guard in sight. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone since the young boy left, not even a gardener working among the many flowering shrubs.
   Ramla paused and motioned for Octavion to walk beside him, something he'd never seen a king do before, not even his father. It was a show of disrespect to consider one's self an equal to such esteemed power, so it took some effort to remain at his side and look the man in the eye when he spoke.
   “I am told you have visited another planet,” Ramla said.
   “Yes, it is called Earth.” Octavion clasped his fingers behind his back to keep from fidgeting. “It is much like Ophira. Perhaps I could tell you about it one day.”
   They'd only walked a short distance when the narrow path opened into a small courtyard where several stone benches surrounded a large fountain. Water poured out of a bowl being held by the sculpted hands of a young maiden and spilled into a shallow pond decorated by multi-colored tiles. King Ramla lowered himself to one of the benches and motioned for Octavion to do the same.
   Octavion eyed the stone bench and wondered if his buttocks could take another moment sitting on the hard surface. He reconsidered when his thoughts wandered back to Kira and the request he needed to make of the king. Being obedient to Ramla’s request to join him was the least he could do under the circumstances. He moved to the bench opposite the king and sat, resting his hands in his lap.
   “So, tell me of this. . Earth,” Ramla said, gesturing toward the sky.
   Octavion sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was reminisce about his last few years on Earth. He needed to steer the conversation in another direction. Kira's life depended on it. “Please forgive me, Your Excellency. I would like nothing more than to tell you everything about Earth, but I have come on an urgent matter and there is little time. If you could only listen to my request, I will spend hours telling you everything about my journey.”
   Ramla's brow furrowed. “I am well aware of your concern, Prince Octavion. May I presume you mean to pay for your request with such menial information about a planet I could visit easily if I so desired? Is your human worth so little to you?”
   Octavion gripped the stone bench with his hands and tried not to show his irritation. “No, Your Excellency. The information you seek is free whether you help me or not.”
   “And what exactly are you willing to give in exchange for the human's recovery?”
   The human. “Kira. Her name is Kira, and I would give my own life if it would save hers.”
   Ramla folded his arms. “Ah, a life is a simple thing to give-takes no effort at all to drive the point of a dagger into one's heart. A split second and your pain would be over. A coward's way out of this world. She must not mean much to you.”
   Octavion shot to his feet in anger, then quickly reconsidered. He lowered himself to one knee in front of the king. “She means everything to me. Name your price and it is yours.”
   Laughter erupted from Ramla's chest and it was all Octavion could do not to lose his temper. If the king knew how close Kira was to death, why did he taunt him, goading him so? Why didn't he simply tell him what he wanted so he could pay the price, or refuse so he could take Kira home to die?
   When Ramla's laughter settled into a wide smile, he finally said, “Young love. How highly we value its worth, yet when asked to sacrifice something dear to us in order to save it, we fail miserably and let it fade away or die. I suspect this is the case with your. . Kira.” He stood and began walking back toward the castle.
   Octavion didn't budge. “Name your price!”
   Ramla paused on the pathway, then turned back to meet Octavion's eyes.
   “Name your price.” Octavion repeated, daring to meet the king’s gaze full on.
   Ramla studied him, then said, “Very well, then. I will heal your human. And in return you will give up your crown, swear allegiance to me and leave Xantara forever, never to return.”
   “Agreed!” Octavion stood and put his hand out for Ramla to shake.
   Ramla's eyes remained glued to Octavion's. “Without your human.”
   Octavion's hand slowly fell to his side as a large lump formed in his throat. “I am blood bound to her. I will agree to swear allegiance to Panthera, but only if we are both allowed to serve you.”
   “I have no need for a human. You have my price. Accept it or return to Xantara and watch her die.”
   Octavion's heart clenched. How could he leave her? She'd never understand the sacrifice he'd made for her or what he'd given up to save her life. But if he didn't agree to the king's terms, Kira wouldn't have a life. Either way, he'd be without her, but if he agreed to King Ramla's price, at least Kira would live and have the opportunity to find someone else to love.
   “May I at least stay with her until she wakes?” Octavion asked. “I would like to put my affairs in order and say my goodbyes.”
   Ramla didn't answer at first. He rubbed his fingers across the stubble on his chin, eyeing Octavion with much concentration. “I will allow it. Truth be known, I am not sure where you will fit into my kingdom as yet. I may need time to consider your placement.” He motioned for Octavion to come closer. His eyes pierced clean through to Octavion's soul. “This may take some time. I will send someone to fetch you when I am ready for your service. My time. My terms. Agreed?”
   Octavion let the air out of his lungs while struggling to hold back his emotions. “Agreed.” This time he didn't extend his hand and Ramla didn't request it. The deal was made and of two things Octavion was absolutely certain: The first-Kira's life would be saved. The second-she would spend the rest of her life hating him.

   The wait was the worst. Octavion still hadn't been allowed to see Kira. Rather, he’d been instructed to stay in the hall near her door until the healers finished with her. Occasionally he heard Kira moan, but received no word as to her well-being.
   For several hours he watched people come and go; some brought clean linens and others scurried about while whispering as if they'd seen a strange being from another world. Which he supposed they had. He wondered if they were disappointed when they saw she looked as they do-except for the red hair. As far as he knew, no Ophiran had ever had red hair.
   As he paced, he tried to occupy his mind with her memory-her sweet smile, her silken auburn hair and emerald eyes. Her tender touch when she’d healed him and her soft lips when they’d kissed. He smiled when he thought of that day near the falls. She’d wanted him to propose, but he’d teased her and said she’d have to wait. How he wished he’d savored those moments.
   And then there was her confession. In the heat of passion, she’d pushed him away and professed her conviction to remain pure. She would save that precious gift for her wedding night. A gift she would save for another now that he’d traded his allegiance for her life.
   When the door opened and Ussay walked out, Octavion was taken aback by her troubled expression.
   “What is it?”
   She shook her head. “Please forgive me. I know I promised to stay by her side, but I cannot bear another moment.” She collapsed onto the bench near the door and put her face in her hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed.
   Octavion knelt in front of her and gently forced her hands away so he could see her eyes. “What are they doing to her?”
   Ussay leaned back against the wall and used the hem of her apron to wipe the moisture from her face. “You know I can handle almost anything. I have assisted Gregor with many procedures and seen things that would make most women faint. But this. . this is. . they. . BLOOD WORMS! They have completely disrobed her and are letting disgusting blood worms crawl all over her body and burrow under her skin.” She leaned forward and clamped her hands on his shoulders. “They are sucking her dry. Why would they do that?”
   Octavion felt the muscles in his back and shoulders swell and his eyes begin to burn. “I do not know, but I intend to find out.” He shrugged out of her grasp, but didn't bother stepping to the door. He simply appeared on the other side, only to be horrified by the sight. Not only was she completely covered with the slimy little creatures, but lay on the amber stones he'd seen earlier, making her entire body glow with heat. Her auburn hair resembled bright red flames as it splayed out around her head.
   Rowin stood a few feet away, observing the healers work. When he caught sight of Octavion, he instantly appeared in front of him, blocking Octavion’s view of Kira. “You were instructed to wait outside.”
   Octavion curled his fingers into fists. “What are you doing to her?”
   Rowin crossed his arms over his chest. “If you were the alchemist you claim to be, you would have seen the signs and known she'd ingested the blood of a Darkord.”
   “Darkord?” Octavion had to admit he'd noticed her eyes weren't as bright as they’d been after sharing their blood, but he thought it was because of the other poison she'd ingested and the fact that the Crystor wasn't working properly. It didn't even cross his mind she may have bitten Zerek or Nigel while fighting back.
   Rowin continued. “The blood worms draw the poison out and cleanse her body of impurities. We were about to remove them. I suggest you distance yourself in case they burst and her blood is spilled. After all, you wouldn't want to kill her after all the work we have done saving her life.” He motioned toward the door.
   Octavion glanced over Rowin's shoulder and vowed not to tell Kira about the worms. She'd be mortified if she knew they were a cross between a leech and tick from her world-a blood sucker with sharp pinchers for burrowing under the skin. The first time they'd gone to the falls, she'd been mortified over one leech he'd quickly removed for her. Knowing these parasites roamed her body freely would give her nightmares. The sooner they removed them the better.
   “Please be gentle,” Octavion said, then turned to exit the room.
   Once in the hallway, he found Ussay fully composed. She ran her hands down the front of her apron and reached for the door handle.
   “Wait,” Octavion said. “They are removing them. Perhaps you should wait another moment. . or two.”
   Ussay turned, her face squished into a nauseated expression that almost made him laugh. “Or three,” she said.
   Octavion took her hand and guided her to the bench where she sat. “I am going for a short walk. The fresh air will do me good. I will not be long.”
   “Perhaps that is wise. . considering.”
   Octavion looked at the closed door, wishing he could be there to hold Kira. He could almost feel a part of his heart break at the thought. Would he have the chance to hold her before King Ramla summoned him? And more, how could he survive without ever holding her again?
 
   Octavion returned to find the door to Kira's room wide open, sunlight splashing across the hall. At first, he thought he'd taken a wrong turn-gone down the wrong hall-but then he heard Ussay humming. Eager to see Kira, he rushed into the room, but stopped when light from the window caught him in the face, momentarily blinding him. He put his hand up to block the rays.
   Tears burned the back of Octavion’s eyes as Kira’s resting form came into view. She wore a long white gown, her hair brushed and sculpted into an intricate braid and her peaceful face had regained its healthy glow. His pulse jumped in his throat at the sight of her beauty.
   Ussay sat near the fireplace, stuffing something into her bag. “Rowin said we can take her home now, there is nothing more they can do for her.”
   Octavion stepped to Kira's side and brushed her warm cheek with his fingers. “Is she warm because of the stones?”
   Ussay stood and joined him on the other side of the raised bed. “No, he said he was only instructed to remove the poison, the rest is up to us.”
   “You mean she could still die?” Octavion asked with more than a little edge to his voice.
   “That is what I asked. He said something about her being bound to another soul and perhaps magic was not the answer. He asked about her bracelet.”
   “What did you tell him?”
   Ussay shifted her weight to one foot. “Nothing. Then he said if we saw to her needs, dug the infection out of her back and used the proper medicines, she would recover. I do not like him very much.”
   “Nor do I.” Octavion gathered the gown around Kira's knees and lifted her into his arms. He turned to Ussay. “Are you ready?”
   “More than ready.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Take us home, please.”
   Once they got Kira settled into her bed, she started thrashing about, mumbling something about Toran. Tears streamed down her cheeks as if reliving her days in captivity. He’d made the mistake of thinking once they'd returned to Xantara her suffering would be over-that she would magically wake up and everything would be all right. He was sadly mistaken. It seemed it had just begun. “Ussay, help me roll her over to her side. I need to have a look at her back.”
   Ussay hiked up her long dress and climbed onto the bed. She gently took Kira’s arm and pulled toward her as Octavion lifted. Kira resisted. She flailed her arms, hitting Ussay on the thigh. They let her slip back onto the bed.
   “She is strong,” Ussay said.
   “You have no idea.”
   “Octavion,” Kira mumbled.
   Octavion leaned closer and kissed her cheek. “I am here.”
   “Hold me.” She wasn’t awake, but possibly remembering a time when he’d held her before. His arms ached to hold her again.
   “Ussay, latch the door.” He kicked off his boots and went around to the other side of the bed. When Ussay turned to come back from locking the door, she paused and drew in a short swift breath.
   “Octavion. It is not proper,” she said.
   “You will say nothing of this. Do you understand?”
   “Yes, of course.” She lowered her eyes.
   “Now help me with her.” He pulled back the covers and slid in beside Kira. As he leaned his back against the tapestry headboard, he rolled her over and pulled her in against his chest. She reacted by snuggling close and wrapping an arm around him.
   “What shall I do?” Ussay asked.
   “Can you clean the wounds by yourself?”
   “Yes, but. . her gown fastens in the front. I cannot get to it.”
   He reached under the covers and withdrew his knife. “Then cut it off.” He flipped it in his hand so he held the blade and presented her with the handle.
   “But. . she will be exposed.” She looked at him like he’d committed an unforgivable sin.
   “Ussay. I've already seen far more than will be exposed if you cut the back of her gown away. Slit the fabric to reveal her wounds. There is no need to remove the entire gown.”
   “As you wish, Sire.” She hesitantly took the knife.
   “Would you please stop doing that? You have been my friend your whole life. While we are alone, you do not need to be so formal.”
   “I do not want to anger you. . like before.”
   “I am sorry for my temper, but do you not see what lies before you. I was concerned for her safety and to be told to forget about her and let her die was inconsiderate on your part. Perhaps a little understanding is in order.”
   “I am sorry as well.” She carefully cut a slit in the gown near the neckline, put the knife down and tore the fabric, exposing Kira’s back down to her waist.
   Octavion cringed at the sight of swollen welts and open wounds. Even though they’d cleansed and medicated them before and most were scabbed over and healing, two of the deeper gashes were red and swollen, oozing yellow puss. Cleaning them would be painful. He looked at Ussay. “Are you sure you can do this?”
   “Yes.” She went to the bureau and retrieved a piece of rolled leather tied with a thin strip of black cord. She laid it on the bed, pulled the cord and unrolled it. Inside were several small divided sections, each holding a metal instrument. She chose one with a dull edge. “I do not want to cut her. This should work to remove the infection. Do you have a tight hold?”
   “Yes, but before you begin, hold it in the flame of that candle.” He’d learned about bacteria in Kira’s world.
   “You want me to burn her?”
   “No, but the heat from the flame will sterilize it. Trust me. I will explain later.”
   She followed his instructions and carefully removed the puss from the infected areas. She was meticulous about her work. With each scrape of the tool, Kira tensed. Her painful sighs soon gave way to pleas for Zerek to stop torturing her. When she cried out for Toran and began sobbing, Octavion told Ussay to stop. She’d had enough. The majority of the infection had been removed-the gods willing, the salve would do the rest.
   “I am sorry it caused her so much pain,” Ussay said.
   “You were very gentle. You should be a physician.”
   She blushed. “You know it is not allowed. But I do enjoy assisting Gregor.” She cleaned the small tool and put it back in the pouch.
   “Ussay, may I ask a great favor?”
   She paused and looked at him. “Of course.”
   “I know you have already devoted a great deal of your time seeing to Kira's needs, but I would like to make the position permanent. I need someone I can trust. Would you consider it?” Kira’s shivering body began to stir again. He pulled the covers up around her shoulders, gently brushed her hair from her face and pressed his lips against her warm forehead. She responded by curling one side of her mouth into a smile.
   “I would be eternally grateful,” he added.
   “I have been tending to my mother’s needs when I am not working with the children in the castle. . but perhaps my aunt could take on the task. May I see to that before I commit?”
   “Of course. It will be dark soon-go now and make the preparations. I will sit with Kira until you return.”
   Ussay’s eyes widened. “Shall I send for someone to be with you?”
   Octavion smiled. “I do not need a chaperone. Now go. And give instructions we are not to be disturbed.”
   Ussay pulled the drapes closed and left a single candle burning on the table next to the bed. She stirred the fire and added three logs before leaving. He’d hoped the subdued light would bring a peaceful atmosphere so Kira could rest, but his efforts were in vain.
   As the fever raged through her body, every detail of her torture came to light. Over and over he listened as she begged her captors to stop their sadistic behavior. Her words twisted his heart as if someone held it in their clenched fist. He’d dreamed of holding her in his arms again-how much joy it would bring for both of them. But this was far from what he’d imagined. His very soul ached from the pain she’d endured.
   Normally, he kept his emotions in check, but not this time. The tears burned his eyes and washed over his face. He made no attempt to hold them back. Long after the wounds healed, she would still remember her captors’ faces, their ruthless taunting and most of all, the fact that he wasn't there to protect her. The love of his life was broken and because of his promise to King Ramla, he wouldn’t be around to help heal the emotional wounds that lingered. The thought nearly ripped in in two.
   The fire and the candle burned out hours before any sign of light seeped through the cracks in the drapes. He’d held her in darkness, reluctant to move in fear of sparking another bout of terrifying memories. Her body felt cool against his. Her fever had finally ended.
   When Ussay returned with her things, she pulled back the drapes, revealing sunshine and a day will-started, then ordered Octavion out of the room. She insisted he bathe.
   “You will need to bathe her as well and change her linens.” He slid out from under Kira and made sure she rested comfortably.
   “Building. . a fire,” she mumbled.
   He pulled the covers up around her shoulders and gently kissed her swollen cheek above where Shandira's blade gouged her flesh. “Yes, my love. I am building a fire.” Maybe the memories of them together would give her the comfort she needed.
   “Please send for me when she wakes,” he instructed Ussay.
   “Of course,” she said. “Perhaps you should eat something. You look pale.”
   He glanced at Kira’s broken and beaten body. “I will eat. . when she eats.” Then he left the room.

   It had been seven days since Kira arrived in Xantara. Her physical wounds were healing nicely and the infected areas of her back were mending as well. Octavion spent every moment either by her side or in his lair trying to create something to bring her out of sleep. Nothing worked, and he hesitated giving her anything else for fear of making the situation worse.
   Octavion worried constantly. Kira had gone too long without any kind of real nourishment and what little liquid they’d managed to get into her system hadn’t helped her condition. Each time she called out his name he’d go to her side and plead with the gods that she’d finally come back to him, but instead he was left with a sinking feeling in his heart. It didn’t help to know Lydia suffered as well. Though his father had managed to get her to take some liquids, she also remained unconscious and continued to show increased weekness.
   Late on the evening of the eighth day, Octavion’s father came to Kira’s chambers and asked to have a word with him. It wasn’t the first time. The king had demanded several times to know the price he’d paid Ramla, but Octavion refused to tell him.
   Reluctant to leave Kira’s side again, he agreed to speak with him in the hall. “What is it, Father?” Octavion leaned against the door. The past few days had taken its toll and exhaustion leached at his strength.
   “I am concerned for you. This needs to stop,” Belesgar said.
   Octavion shook his head in disgust. “And what do you suggest I do?”
   The king pulled the journey stone from a black pouch and presented it to Octavion. “I want you to take her back.” I want you to take both of them back.
   “What? Are you mad?”
   “Hear me out, son. You’ve told me of the advanced medicine in Kira’s world. Perhaps if you took her there, they would be able to bring her out of this.” Your sister's condition has not changed. It may rid her of the evil that has taken her from us.
   The idea wasn’t new to him. He’d run through every possible scenario the past few days and taking Kira back to her world was one of them. Octavion shook his head. “With Kira’s injuries, there would be questions, and rumors would spread of her torture. They have communication there-newspapers and television-things you do not understand. Shandira and her men would find her. It is how they learned she possessed the Crystor. I will not take that chance. And as far as Ly-” Lydia. Her blood is different than a human's. They would know she is not of their world. He put his hands up and refused to take the journey stone from his father.
   “You would rather watch her suffer?” Watch them die? Belesgar slipped the stone back in the pouch. “Perhaps a few more days of this will convince you. What shall you do with her when your cravings increase? Have you given that any thought?”
   “Of course I have. I still have a few days. If she is not awake by then. . I will find a way to keep her safe.” Octavion reached for the door handle, then stopped when it pushed open from the other side.
   “Excuse me, Your Excellency,” Ussay said as she poked her head through the small opening.
   “You dare interrupt our conversation?” the king roared.
   “Father, our conversation is over.” Octavion turned to Ussay. “What is it?”
   She smiled. “I believe she is waking.”
   He looked over her shoulder to see Kira lying on the bed, not moving. “Are you certain?” He swung the door open and brushed past her. “Why is she on her back? I gave you instructions to keep her on her side.” He sat on the bed.
   “She did that on her own. I went to move her and she said ‘no’. So I asked her if she wanted to stay on her back and she nodded. She has never responded to my questions before.”
   He lifted her hand and squeezed it tight. “Kira.” But she gave no response. “Kira. Can you hear me?”
   She moaned and her fingers twitched in his hand.
   “Kira. You need to wake up.”
   She moaned again and mumbled, “Octavion?” She swallowed, her dry throat making a clicking sound.
   “I am right here. Can you open your eyes? I need to see your eyes, Kira.” His racing heart leapt into his throat. Please wake up, please.
   Slowly her eyelids lifted, but then she clamped them shut and shook her head. “They hurt. . I can’t.” She swallowed again. “I’m thirsty.”
   “Ussay, get her some water-hurry.”
   Ussay stepped to the bedside table and poured from a pitcher into a small cup. She handed it to him with shaky hands. A tear streamed down her face.
   Octavion smiled up at her. “She is awake.” Fragile hope and joy roared through him. He gently lifted Kira’s head and supported it while she took a swallow of the water.
   “Good girl. Take a little more,” he coaxed.
   She gulped another mouthful before her body relaxed against the covers.
   “Do not go back to sleep.” He handed the cup to Ussay, then leaned in and whispered in Kira’s ear. “Kira, my love. . if you open your eyes, I will let you cuddle.” He straightened enough to see her face.
   She smiled.
   “Promise?” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
   “I promise.”
   She took in a staggered breath. Her eyelids slowly tested the light, squinting and blinking. “Why is it so. . dark?”
   It was late evening but there was still plenty of light in the room and the drapes were wide open. When she finally opened her eyes wide enough so Octavion could see them, his heart sank. Her beautiful green eyes-the same ones that sparkled like cut emeralds-were dark and lifeless.
   “What can you see?” he asked, not wanting to know the answer. How much permanent damage had the poison and Darkord blood caused? He’d never heard of either causing blindness or even impaired vision.
   She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Just. . dark shadows.” Her body relaxed as she drifted back to sleep.
   “Kira,” he said a little louder.
   She jerked awake. “Don’t. . I want to sleep,” she begged. “Please. . let me. . sleep.”
   “Shh. . be still, my love. Sleep. I will be here when you wake.” He could see now that there was no way he’d be able to keep her awake. He could only hope she would become more and more alert in the hours to come.
   She lay there a few more minutes in silence. When he lowered her hand to her side, she moaned. “Octavion?”
   “I am here,” he said.
   “You said. . cuddle.” The words were barely a whisper, but his heart leapt knowing she was alert enough to know what she wanted.
   He went to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers, then pulled her near. She responded by snuggling closer.
   “I. . missed you,” she mumbled.
   A lump threatened to choke back his words. “I missed you too.”
   Ussay wiped the tears from her face, walked to the drapes and pulled them partially closed, leaving a small stream of light splashing across the floor. “I will be in your dressing chambers if you need me.”
   “Thank you.”
   She curtsied and then flashed a smile. “You are very welcome.” Then she walked into the other room. She’d been a very important part of Kira’s recovery. Her constant vigilance and kind hearted demeanor had made an enormous difference in how he’d dealt with the situation as well. He would be eternally indebted to her.
   Octavion held Kira through the night, waiting patiently for her to wake again, but she didn’t stir. She remained asleep for two more days and when she finally woke, it was with a vengeance.
   Early one morning, Gregor came to remove the stitches in Kira’s cheek. He insisted Octavion leave the room in case she bled. Standing outside the door, he heard Gregor giving Ussay instructions regarding the instrument used and the salve he meant to administer when they finished.
   “Clip it at the base, next to the skin,” Gregor instructed. Octavion felt glad Gregor had allowed Ussay to remove the stitches, for Gregor was a crotchety old man with shaky hands.
   “Like this?” she asked.
   “Here let me show you.” There was a pause, then Kira moaned. “Hold her head still.” Gregor let out a grunt of frustration. “Ussay, hold her still.”
   Ussay screamed.
   Then Kira yelled, “Don’t touch me.”
   “Octavion!” Ussay called, but he had already entered the room.
   If the scene hadn’t been so serious, he would have laughed and cheered Kira on. She stood in the middle of the bed, her eyes wide with fear. A pair of scissors clenched tightly in her hand. Oh, how he loved her fierceness.
   Gregor leaned over the bed, attempting to grab her weapon, and Ussay threw her hands up to ward Kira off.
   “Get away from me,” Kira yelled. She blinked and squinted as if trying to get her eyes to focus.
   “Gregor, back away slowly,” Octavion instructed. “Kira, it is all right. They will not hurt you.”
   Her brow furrowed. She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if trying to clear cobwebs from her mind. When she opened her eyes once more, she sliced the air with the scissors, first toward Gregor, then Ussay. Her body shook violently and Octavion feared she’d fall off the bed.
   “Kira? It is me, Octavion. You are safe here. Put the scissors down.” He stepped to the side of the bed.
   “No!” She stumbled back against the massive headboard. “Don’t touch me.”
   “Kira, do you not recognize me? Look at my face, my eyes.” He took a step closer.
   “My head hurts. . everything is so fuzzy.”
   “Try to focus on my eyes.” He hadn’t taken the time to shave and what little facial hair he had could have distorted the shape of his face, especially if she wasn’t seeing well.
   With jerking movements she glanced around the room. “Where am I?”
   “One of the rooms in my castle. You are safe.” He tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but she took a swing at him with the scissors, barely missing his face.
   Ussay had disappeared into his dressing chambers and now stood at the foot of the bed. “Octavion,” she called.
   He turned as she threw a small blue bottle at him. He caught it. “Where did you get this?” It was V'Larian, the same white powder he’d used on Kira the night Lydia had been hurt.
   She blushed. “In your lair. I thought it might be of use.”
   He poured a small amount into the palm of his hand, held it up as close to Kira as he dared and blew it into her face. The fine powder flew at her like a mist. She jerked her head to the side to avoid it, but her first breath drew it into her lungs. She instantly began to sway, dropping her hands to her side. As she collapsed, Octavion jumped onto the bed and caught her in his arms. He threw the scissors to the floor.
   “I have her. The effects of the V’Larian will not last long. I will hold her so you can remove her stitches.”
   Ussay came around beside him and painstakingly removed them while Gregor watched. After cleaning the area she put on the salve and then helped Octavion get Kira back under her covers.
   Long after the effects of the V’Larian should have worn off, Kira still slept. Octavion spent most of the night pacing.
   At some point during the night, Ussay instructed two male servants to move an overstuffed chair from Octavion’s sitting room into the corner near the window. “If you will not sleep in another room, at least sit here and rest. You are making my head spin.” She sounded more like a mother than a servant. “And furthermore, do you not think it wise to eat? You will want your strength when she wakes. She will need you.”
   “Thank you for the chair, but. .” He glanced at Kira, still sleeping peacefully. “I will wait to eat. Perhaps you should alert the kitchen staff to make something for Kira to eat. Have them prepare something thin, as if for an infant. I may try to wake her again in a while and see if she will take it.”
   Ussay smiled. “As you wish.” Then she scurried out the door.
   For several moments, he heard Ussay’s voice echo up the staircase as she called out to the other servants. He remembered when Ussay was a child. Her mother had been his nursemaid and she often brought Ussay along with her to play with him and his sisters. As he got older, Ussay followed him around like a little cub. She sat and watched him experiment long into the night. Even after her mother was no longer employed, one of the other servants would bring her to the castle and take her home again. She’d become almost a part of the family.
   The longer he reminisced about his childhood, the heavier his eyelids became. Sometime after midday, he gave into sleep. His dreams were of Kira-her kiss, her gentle touch, her warm embrace-but most of all her smile. How he longed to see it again.

   Kira slowly pulled air into her lungs and tried to separate the medley of scents and sounds drifting around her. Herbs and spices and melted candle wax. The earthy, woodsy aroma of fresh cut wood and cold ashes from a fireplace. They hung in the air until they were swept away, replaced by the sweet perfume of flowers riding a breeze.
   In the distance, birds chirped and horse hooves clomped on a hard surface, like brick or stone. The muffled chatter of women echoed outside the room and nearby she heard the heavy, even breaths of someone sleeping. Another breeze. Leather and musk-Octavion.
   She forced her eyes open. It took a moment to focus and it wasn’t perfect, but near the source of the light-the window-she saw him. She squinted, trying to see more clearly. The very sight of him made her heart leap in her chest. She wanted to jump out of the bed and crash into his arms, but the slightest adjustment under the covers was painful so she reconsidered. Instead, she watched him sleep peacefully.
   He slouched in a dark blue upholstered chair with his head leaning precariously to one side. It couldn’t have been comfortable, yet he slept. His appearance seemed a little off to her-not as she remembered. His hair appeared to be straighter and several strands flopped over his eyes as they caught the air flowing in from the window. He’d always had a bit of stubble on his face, but now wore a scruffy beard a shade or two darker than his hair.
   He wore black pants made of a loosely woven fabric and a white tunic with puffy sleeves. The laces hung loose, leaving the neck gaping open. The cuffs were rolled up midway between his wrist and elbow and around his waist he wore a thick black belt, leaving several inches of shirt fabric hanging out the bottom. His boots reminded her of an English riding boot with their slick polished leather rising almost to his knees-his pants tucked into the top.
   She flexed the muscles in her back to see if her memory of Zerek’s whip was a dream, but met with the painful reality of his sadistic torture as her wounds brushed against the pillow and sheet below her. She pulled her rope-burned wrists out from under the blankets, wincing when the muscle in her shoulder tensed, reminding her of the knife she’d taken there. She tried to distract herself from the memories by focusing on the strange room in which she lay.
   Near the bed was a small table with a single ceramic cup and pitcher. Water. Her throat felt as though she’d swallowed a handful of sand. She pushed up on one elbow to reach for the cup. Every muscle ached. Her arm trembled as she took the tiny vessel in her hand and pulled it to her lips. Empty. And the pitcher may as well have been a five gallon bucket of led. No way could she lift it. She put the cup down, but before she lay back on the pillow, she gave it a fluff so her head would be more elevated. When she repositioned herself, she twisted slightly to see more of the room. The enormity of it took her by surprise.
   A large wooden dresser sat against the wall near where Octavion slept. Much wider than it was tall, a pile of white linens and an array of bottles littered its top. Octavion’s concoctions.
   Footsteps approached from the other side of a large door opposite the bed. She pulled the covers to her neck and waited. The only thing keeping her from being terrified was Octavion’s presence. She trusted no one, not yet.
   The door slowly opened and a beautiful young girl with long brown hair walked in, her footsteps now light and almost undetectable. Smaller than Kira, she wore a simple tan dress that bordered in design somewhere between Renaissance and prairie pioneer. It covered every part of her except her neck, head and hands. She also wore a long white apron which added a certain rustic charm to her costume. If Kira wasn’t sure she was in Xantara, she’d assume she’d stepped back in time a few hundred years.
   Kira relaxed as the girl went to the dresser and placed the small bowl she carried next to the linens. Her hair swayed from one side to the other as she adjusted the bottles and thumbed through the linens, counting them under her breath. When she’d finished, she turned and walked toward Kira, not realizing she was awake until she reached for the water pitcher. The girl’s eyes widened in surprised and she froze in her steps, half leaning toward the table near the bed. She slowly straightened and took a step toward Octavion.
   Kira grabbed for her, missing by several inches. “Don’t wake him,” she whispered. “Let him sleep.”
   The girl looked at Octavion and then back at Kira. “But he will be angry.” Her voice was sweet-a little higher than Kira’s with an accent that sounded like a cross between Australian and Irish. Her beautiful brown eyes shone with sincerity and Kira liked her instantly.
   Kira smiled. “He’ll get over it.” She tried to push up on her elbow again, but before she even made half the effort the girl stepped to the side of the bed to help her. “May I have some water?”
   The girl nodded.
   Kira glanced at Octavion to make sure he still slept. “Why is he so pale? He looks awful.”
   The girl sighed. “He refuses to eat until you are able.”
   “How long have I been here?”
   “It is the evening of your ninth day in Xantara.” She poured some water into the cup and held it to Kira’s lips.
   Kira drained it and handed it back to be filled again. “Thank you.”
   She smiled. “My name is Ussay. Are you hungry?”
   “What a beautiful name.”
   Octavion took a deep breath and adjusted slightly in his chair. Both girls held their breath as they watched him for a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t waking, then continued to whisper. Kira secretly wished she could share her thoughts with Ussay, like with Lydia.
   Lydia!
   “Lydia. Where is she? Is she all right?” Kira asked.
   Ussay put a finger to her lips. “Shh. It is forbidden to speak her name, my lady.” Ussay went to the dresser and retrieved the small bowl she’d carried into the room. “Octavion asked me to prepare this in case you woke. It is Kostai and will give you nourishment.” She took a small spoonful and put it up to Kira’s mouth.
   Kira caught a whiff of the mixture and it made her stomach churn. It smelled like dirty gym socks. She pushed it away. “Tell me about Lydia. I need to know where she is.”
   Tears welled up in Ussay’s eyes as she turned her focus to Octavion. She took in a deep breath and let it out slow. She leaned in close to Kira. “To speak of her is forbidden and the punishment severe. I cannot risk my station here at the castle. I am sorry, my lady.”
   Ussay’s words were so soft, so hushed, Kira barely heard them. But she knew their meaning. “She’s dead, isn’t she?”
   Ussay nodded. “I am sorry. I know you were good friends.”
   Pain shot through Kira’s heart like someone held it in their clenched fist. She pressed her fingers against the spot on her chest, feeling both relief and fear. Altaria’s still with me.
   Tears sprang to her eyes as she remembered that day in the canyon-before her torture had begun, before everything had changed. The moment when Lydia thrust her kindred spirit, Altaria, into Kira’s body-hoping to save Kira from the beast Al had become after catching the scent of Kira’s blood. But now Al was trapped inside of her-without voice, without any way to communicate-neither Altaria nor Kira were truly free.
   Ussay put her hand on Kira’s shoulder. “Shall I wake him?”
   Kira shrugged out from under Ussay’s grasp and turned away. “No. I wanna be alone.”
   Ussay stepped away from the bed and curtsied. “Yes, my lady. I will wait outside the door until you need me.”
   Kira didn’t want to cry-she’d done enough of that while being held captive-but the tears continued to flow freely, despite her efforts to stop them. For several minutes she silently sobbed into her pillow, hoping and praying she’d misunderstood Ussay’s words. When the tears finally slowed, she felt numb and drained of all her energy. She knew some of the sorrow she felt belonged to Altaria, which made it worse.
   She wiped the moisture from her face and adjusted her position so she could get a better view of Octavion. She hadn’t noticed before, but the knuckles on his right hand were scabbed. Now what have you done? The very idea of him getting hurt and her not having the power to heal him weighed heavy on her mind. With Lydia gone, Kira would miss the powers of the Crystor. She’d miss all of it-the strength, the healing, the enhanced senses-but especially her friend. She wondered if Lydia suffered a painful death, which only brought more tears.
   Octavion moaned and rubbed his neck, but didn’t wake.
   Kira closed her eyes, hoping he’d stay asleep, but then she heard the chair scoot across the floor and the shuffle of his boots. She looked up to find him standing in front of the window, staring out-his profile drawn and weary.
   Kira swallowed the lump in her throat. “Is it as beautiful as you remembered?”
   Octavion’s head jerked toward her and their eyes met. “Kira?” A million emotions washed over his face as he flew to her side and pulled her into his arms. His chest rose and fell like his heart would explode. This was the moment she longed for, to be held in his arms and feel him all around her. She buried her head against his chest and breathed him in. Oh, how she missed him.
   Octavion adjusted his hold on her, brushing the wounds on her back with his hand. She tensed, sucking in a gasp of air as the pain hit.
   He dropped his arms and scooted away. “Oh, Kira, I am so sorry. Did I. . have you been crying?”
   Kira’s bottom lip quivered. “Yeah.”
   “You do not need to be afraid. You are safe here.” He wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
   “No, that’s not it. It’s Ussay. She told me. . I mean she didn’t tell me, but then she couldn’t and. . Lydia’s dead, isn’t she?”
   His painful expression said it all. She was right. She threw herself back into his arms and he pulled her close again, this time holding her gently.
   “I’m sorry,” Kira sobbed. “I should have been here for her. I would have healed her and. .” The throbbing in her chest returned and she realized she had to keep Altaria a secret. If they were to have any kind of life together, he couldn’t know a part of his sister lived inside her. He wouldn’t so much as kiss her if he knew Al watched it all, seeing and feeling everything.
   “Kira, there are things. . I cannot explain.” He paused for a moment. “Please do not blame yourself. You did nothing wrong. I am the one to blame. I should have known Shandira would pull something like that. I should have made sure you were both safe before stepping through the portal.”
   He didn’t say anything else, but the quiver of his breath as he exhaled expressed both his grief for his sister and his relief that Kira was finally awake. When he released her, he put his hands on either side of her face and looked into her eyes. “I have never. . been so afraid in my life. How will you ever forgive me for leaving you behind?”
   “You didn’t leave me-and there’s nothing to forgive.” She put her hands on his. “I’m okay.”
   He swallowed hard. “But I should have protected you. What kind of a man leaves the woman he loves?”
   “The kind that keeps his word. You gave an oath to your sister and you kept it. You brought her home.” She lowered his hands away from her face and held them between hers. “She got to see her father, didn't she?”
   “Yes.” He leaned in and gently kissed her lips-right as Ussay came through the door.
   “Oh,” she said, her face a shade or two redder than before. “Um. . I can come back.” Then she turned her back to them.
   “Come here,” Octavion motioned to Ussay. “I understand you two have already met.”
   Ussay slowly turned, her smile replaced with a guilt stricken expression. “Yes. Please forgive me for not waking you.” She held a small tray of food balanced on one hand, more linens on the other.
   Octavion turned to face Kira. “How long have you been awake?”
   She smiled. “A while.”
   He looked at Ussay who had abandoned the linens on the dresser and now stood next to him. “I am not angry about that, but would have preferred she learn of my sister from me.”
   Ussay lowered her eyes. “I am sorry, Sire.”
   Kira squeezed his hand. “Octavion. I told her not to wake you. And it wasn't what she told me about Lydia, but what she didn't say. Please don't be angry with her.”
   He growled.
   Kira had waited so long to hear that familiar rumbling in his chest that it took her by complete surprise. She snorted. “You growled at me.”
   He raised a brow and grinned, but his beard hid his dimples. “I thought you hated that.” The brush of his hand against her cheek caused Kira to gasp.
   When she put her hand up to her face and ran her finger along the jagged scar, more tears came to the surface. Kira had forgotten about the cut Shandira gave her. She felt as though she were on an emotional roller coaster. Up one minute and down the next.
   Octavion sighed. “Kira, it is not that bad. Gregor did a fine job with the stitching and the scar will fade.” He took her hands in his. “I would have given my life to save you from this pain.” His voice was deep and full of emotion.
   “I guess I knew that.” She took her hands back and wiped her tears.
   “What do you mean?”
   “If I let Shandira through the portal, you could have been killed. I couldn't risk it.”
   He gently pulled her chin up until their eyes met. Tiny threads of yellow invaded his. “You mean you could have stepped through to the other side?”
   She nodded. “I thought you saw what happened. Shandira drew her dagger and as she brushed past Lydia to step through the portal, she caught her in the side. I couldn’t reach Lydia, so I grabbed Shandira by the hair and pulled her back into the cave. I don't think I really thought about it, I just knew I couldn't let her get all the way through that portal.”
   “But you could have pushed her through and I could have helped you.”
   Kira lowered her eyes and began fiddling with the Crystor. “I saw your face.” She looked up to meet his eyes again. “You were a little distracted with the scent of my blood.”
   The muscles in his jaw clenched. He stood and went to the window. His shoulders rose and fell with each labored breath as he pulled his fingers into clenched fists. But he didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Kira knew he blamed himself for not being in control of his cravings and for not protecting her-that he thought he’d been weak.
   Ussay still stood a few feet away, holding the tray. She watched as he stood there, saying nothing. Then she looked at Kira. “Shall I take this back to the kitchen, my lady?”
   “No, bring it here,” Kira said.
   Octavion spun around and took the tray out of Ussay’s hands. “I will get that.” He returned to sit beside Kira and put the tray on the bed between them. She only caught a glimpse of his eyes before he looked away, but the fire she saw burning within their depths was unmistakable. She knew that look-she’d seen it every time he struggled to gain control of his hunger.
   “Ussay, could you give us a minute, please?” Kira asked.
   “Oh, yes, my lady. I will be close if you need me.” She curtsied and left the room.
   “Octavion?”
   He’d been going through the arrangement of fruit on the tray, breaking several of the larger sections into bite-sized pieces. But when she said his name, he paused and slowly raised his eyes to meet hers.
   “When was the last time you fed?”
   “I am fine.”
   “When? I want to know. Please.”
   He hesitated for a moment and then looked down, fiddling with the food again. “I hunted the night I brought you here.”
   Kira put her hands on his. “Stop doing that and look at me.”
   His head shot up. “Kira, I am fine,” he snapped. His eyes were on fire now, not even a shred of blue invaded his lion eyes.
   “Okay, that’s it. I’m not eating until you hunt.” She pushed the tray away. “Besides, I’m getting tired and I need to rest. Maybe you should go.”
   “I am not the one who has been lying in bed for over a week. And I am not leaving.” He took a hunk of cheese and broke off a piece. He held it to her lips. “Now eat, please.”
   Kira pressed her lips together, folded her arms in front of her chest and shook her head.
   “Kira.” He growled again. “I will force feed you if I have to.”
   “You wouldn’t dare. .” He stuck the piece of cheese in her mouth between words, but she spit it out. “I’m not eating until you promise you’ll hunt tonight.”
   “You are stubborn.” He huffed out the air in his lungs.
   She didn't respond, just held her ground by clamping her mouth shut.
   The corner of Octavion's lips curled into a grin and she wished she could see those dimples she loved so much.
   “All right, you win. If you eat, I will hunt.”
   “Tonight?” she asked.
   “Yes, tonight.” He broke off another piece of cheese and held it up for her to take. She opened her mouth like a little bird and he placed it inside. With each bite she took, she made him take one as well. Her stomach ached and it took only a very few bites before she felt full.
   Kira yawned.
   Octavion looked toward the window. “It will be dark soon. You won’t be able to see much, but. . would you like to sit by the window for a moment?”
   Kira yawned again, and then nodded.
   He called Ussay to retrieve the tray and pulled back the covers. Kira put her arms around his neck so he wouldn’t have to touch her back while he lifted under her legs. He stepped to the chair, but instead of putting her down, he sat and lowered her across his lap. She leaned against his shoulder and looked out across Xantara.
   The sun had already set on the distant horizon, but burnished rays lit the rooftops of the homes lining the cobblestone streets in the village. Lanterns glowed in many of the windows which gave a homey glow to the entire scene. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The sweet fragrance of flowers drifted up from the gardens below.
   In the sky, the first star shone to one side of a sliver of a moon at least two times larger than Earth’s moon. To the other side was another, much smaller than the first. Their reflections shimmered in the calm waters of the lake that stretched out to the right of the village.
   “I forgot you have two moons.”
   “Yes. It is why our cravings are so much stronger here.”
   “How long before they are new?” she asked, judging by their size, it wouldn’t be long.
   He sighed. “Three nights.”
   She tried not to think about what that meant for her as she snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. The only image she wanted in her mind was of him, even if he did look a bit disheveled.

   Kira felt something brush against her cheek. In her dream she saw Nigel kneeling near her shelter in the clearing. Even though she knew in her heart he wouldn’t hurt her, she still jerked awake and put her arms up for protection.
   “Don’t!” she screamed.
   It took a few seconds for her to realize where she was. Octavion sat on the edge of her bed-both hands in the air as if in surrender. At first he didn’t say anything, then lowered his hands. “I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”
   She let the tension in her muscles melt away as she took in a breath. “It’s okay.” She rubbed her eyes and pulled at her covers. “I can’t get them. . out of my head. Maybe you should let me wake on my own for awhile.” She looked around the room. The light didn’t seem to be as bright as the day before and she smelled rain. “What time is it?”
   He smirked. “Sorry, I left my watch in my blue jeans.”
   “Very funny.”
   “It is a little after mid day,” he said.
   He’d trimmed his beard short to his face. A thin line of whiskers ran from his sideburns along his jaw. Both sides met at his chin, where the beard filled out and connected to his mustache. It was perfect. Besides making him look even more handsome-which she hadn’t thought possible-it exposed his dimples. She gently traced the bristly hairs with her fingers.
   “You shaved. I like it.”
   He winked. “I thought you might.”
   “You’re color is better, too. Did you hunt?” She gave him a sideways glare.
   “I am a man of my word. I spent all night hunting in the rain. It was quite refreshing.” He smiled, the truth of his words evident by the sparkle in his dark blue eyes.
   “I have a surprise for you,” he said. “I asked Ussay to prepare you a bath.”
   “Seriously?” She untangled her legs from the sheets and clumsily pulled herself up to sit.
   Ussay entered through a door on the right. “Your bath is ready, my lady.”
   “Kira. Please call me Kira.”
   Ussay looked at Octavion who nodded his approval.
   “As you wish. . Kira.” Ussay smiled.
   “Okay, then. You need to get out so I can get undressed.” Kira pointed to the door.
   Instead, he threw back her covers and scooped her up in his arms.
   “Octavion, put me down.”
   “You are too weak to walk. I will help get you into the water.” A mischievous grin crossed is face.
   “You will not.” But in the midst of her protest he crossed the room and walked through the arched doorway she’d seen earlier. Along both walls were shelves and hooks where clothes hung-trousers on the right, and shirts and tunics on the left. The biggest walk-in closet she’d ever seen. Through another doorway they came to a large brass tub sitting in the center of the room. Steam rose from the water’s surface.
   “No, Octavion. It’s too hot.” The thought of hot water hitting her back sent her struggling to get free.
   “Hold still, Kira. I will drop you.” He adjusted his hold and stepped closer to the water. “The steam is not from heat. I added something to help sooth the pain of your wounds.”
   Kira relaxed the sore muscles in her body and waited for him to set her on her feet, but instead he lowered her into the tub, clothes and all.
   “Octavion!” As the warm water rushed over her body, her gown filled with air and rose to the top. She grabbed it and pulled it into the water.
   Octavion laughed.
   “What?” She couldn’t see what was so funny, but then Ussay gasped. Kira looked down to find her nightgown, now soaking wet and clinging to every curve of her body, was almost completely transparent. She quickly gathered the fabric to cover her breasts, then picked up a sponge and threw it at him.
   “Get out!” she shouted.
   He bowed. “As you wish, my lady.” He left the room snickering.
   “Men,” Kira said, only half serious. How could she be mad? She was safe in Xantara with the man she loved.
   Ussay giggled.
   Between the two of them, they managed to pull the gown off. Kira leaned her head back and Ussay poured a bucket of warm water over her hair. It felt as though years had passed since she’d had a bath or shower. Her skin craved a good scrubbing. Ussay opened a small bottle and poured a dollop of lavender liquid into the palm of her hand. The fragrance reminded Kira of Lydia. Her hair always smelled like that.
   Kira’s heart ached. As much as she wanted to ask Ussay about what had happened, she thought better of it. She didn’t want to get her in trouble. So while Ussay gently massaged her scalp, Kira thought of something else to occupy her thoughts.
   “Have you taken care of me since I arrived?”
   “Yes.” Ussay lowered her eyes and Kira wasn’t sure if she was shy or being respectful.
   “How long have you worked in the castle?”
   “Since my thirteenth year.” She lifted another bucket of water into the air and gently rinsed the soap from Kira’s hair. “I am in the middle of my sixteenth year now.”
   Her strong accent suited her. Even more surprising was that Kira understood her at all. Back on Earth, the Crystor magically taught her to speak and understand Eldor, but the tiny thread of silver wasn’t working now. Not even a tingle of power remained. Maybe it was like learning any other language-her mind simply remembered the right words.
   “Did you know Octavion. . before he left? I mean, before he came to my world?”
   Ussay walked to the side of the tub, picked up a sponge and poured some of the soap mixture onto it. “I have known him my whole life. My mother worked here and I came with her. May I wash your back? I will be gentle.”
   Kira nodded and then pulled her hair over her shoulder to get it out of her way.
   “What was he like?”
   “Octavion? He was my whole world.” Ussay rinsed her back and handed Kira the sponge to finish with the rest of her body, then started rummaging through some clothes that lay across a large upholstered ottoman. She held up a simple blue dress with a bodice that laced up the front. “Would this gown be acceptable?”
   What Kira wanted was a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, but she didn't want to hurt Ussay's feelings. “Perfect. Now tell me more about Octavion.” She really wanted to know what he was like before his world came crashing down around him and he had to take Lydia away. She could only imagine what he'd missed.
   Ussay brushed the other dresses aside, sat and loosened the ribbon on the blue gown. “I was very young, but he had a kind heart and allowed me to follow him everywhere. He never seemed irritated with me, like other boys. I guess I was a bit of a pest.”
   “I’m sure he enjoyed your company.”
   She giggled. “I did not give him a choice. He was learning to be an alchemist and, even though it is frowned upon, I wanted to learn as well. He taught me many things. When he left, I continued my learning. I used to sneak into his lair and read his books. It was not the same as learning from him, but I did well.”
   When Kira finished with her bath, Ussay held a towel out and helped her stand. Her legs were weak and shaky, but she was able to stand on her own long enough to dress. While Kira laced the ribbon loosely across her chest, Ussay brushed out her hair.
   “Could you braid it for me? I’d like it out of my face.”
   “Of course.” She ran her fingers through several strands and separated them. “You have beautiful hair. We do not have this color in our world.”
   “Really? Not one has red hair?”
   “Not one.”
   “Wow, so tell me something. Why can’t you learn?”
   “Pardon?”
   “You said it was forbidden to learn. Why is that?”
   “Forgive me. Your accent-sometimes it is difficult to understand your words.”
   Kira laughed. “To me, you’re the one with the accent. I’ll try to speak slower.”
   “That will not be necessary. I will ask if I do not understand. As to your inquiry, women are permitted to learn if it does not interfere with their duties, but we are not allowed to hold positions as alchemists or physicians. The best I can hope for is to be a midwife.” Ussay flipped Kira’s braid around in front for her to see, but she couldn’t get the full affect.
   “Where I’m from, you could do anything, even be a physician.”
   Ussay rounded the ottoman and stood in front of Kira, her eyes wide with amazement. “A woman can be a physician?”
   “Yeah.. You can be anything you want. Now, I need a mirror.” Kira scanned the room, but didn’t see one.
   Ussay’s smile quickly faded. She clutched her neck and took a step back, a fearful expression crossing her face.
   “Ussay, are you all right? Did I say something wrong?”
   She shook her head. “No, my lady. It is. . not. . I was told not to bring a mirror to your room.”
   “What? Who told you that?”
   “Octavion. He made me take them out and said you were not to have one.” Ussay began gathering things from around the room-avoiding meeting Kira’s eyes.
   “Ussay, would you help me to my room and then please tell Octavion I need to talk to him.”
   She curtsied. “Yes, my lady.” Holding her arm out, Ussay offered support as they made their way back into Octavion’s sleeping chambers. Instead of sitting on the bed, Kira sat in the chair so she could see out the window.
   “I will return in a moment,” Ussay said as she exited the room.
   “Bring me a mirror,” Kira called after her, but Ussay didn’t respond.
   A small gap in the rain clouds let a stream of sunlight break through and splash across the room. It felt warm against her face. She gently ran her finger along the scar on her cheek. It felt only a little tender, but mostly it itched. He lied. It was worse than he’d said. So bad, he thought it would upset her to see it.
   While she waited, she took in her surroundings. She could see the whole room now that she sat in the corner. A huge fireplace rose up to the ceiling on the other side of the bed-the opening almost big enough for a small person to walk into-the dark wood mantle covered with ornate carvings. Above it hung a tapestry of a lion.
   Another window, shrouded with long heavy drapes hung from ceiling to floor, stood to the right of the fireplace-the deep burgundy fabric a drastic contrast to the white stone walls. On the other side of the fireplace sat a large desk with a rectangle bench slid underneath. The only door in the room appeared to be made of the same wood used for the mantle. On either side of the door, built in bookshelves stretched so high a ladder rested at one end to reach the books at the top. The shelves were filled with tattered volumes of all different sizes and colors. Some stood neatly arranged while others were piled askew, like in Octavion’s lair back home.
   Home.
   It was hard to imagine herself sitting in English class or leaned back on the hood of Lydia’s car listening to her iPod. She wondered if her mother had come back or if she’d tried to contact her. Probably not. A twinge of regret seeped into her heart when she thought of not graduating from high school. She’d worked hard for that day, but what good would a diploma do her now? She had to accept this world as her own if she was to be happy with the man she loved.
   She tried to picture Octavion living here. It was so formal and proper, not at all like the life he’d made for himself in the clearing. A prince-the idea boggled her mind. As she glanced out the window she heard heavy footsteps approaching. It didn’t surprise her when the door swung open and Octavion walked in. He paused a few steps from the doorway.
   “Kira. .” He said her name like a long drawn out sigh, then put his hand to his heart. “You are beautiful.”
   Kira smiled. “You like it?” She tried to stand to give him the full effect of her fancy dress, but he quickly crossed the distance between them and prevented her from getting up.
   “Octavion, let me up. I want you to see the dress. I’ve never worn anything like this before. It’s like playing dress up.” She put her arms out to show off the puffy sleeves.
   “I was not looking at the dress. You are the one that is beautiful. You could wear dirty rags and I would still think you beautiful.” He knelt on one knee in front of her and took both her hands.
   Kira gave him a crooked smirk. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before. I’m the same person.” Then she remembered her scar. She put her hand up to touch it. “Except for this. Which reminds me, why can’t I have a mirror?”
   His brow furrowed. “It is best for now.”
   “I already imagine the worst. Why won’t you let me see it?” She pulled her hands away and put them on the arms of the chair.
   “It has nothing to do with your scar.” He sat back on his heels and turned to look out the window. A long moment passed before he stood and went to the door. When he opened it, Ussay stood on the other side, a small round mirror in her hand.
   “Ussay, how did you know-?”
   “She asked me for it. I thought. . I hoped you might change your mind.” She handed him the mirror, stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. “May I stay?”
   He nodded, then motioned toward Kira. Ussay flashed a grin and winked as she climbed up to sit on the edge of the bed.
   Octavion, on the other hand, hesitated near the door, turning the mirror over and over in his hands. He took a deep breath before returning to his position in front of Kira. He laid the mirror on her lap with the reflective surface hidden, his fingers pressing it down, keeping her from grabbing it up. “Like I said, it is not your scar I have been afraid you will see.” The sunlight streaming in from the window caught in his eyes at just the right angle and she noticed tiny veins of yellow in them.
   “What then?”
   “First I have a question. Did you bite Zerek or Nigel?”
   Zerek’s image flashed in her mind and she quickly pushed it away. “I don’t know and I don’t want to think about it. Why?”
   “We fear you may have ingested the blood of a Darkord when you would not wake. There were other signs as well.” He lifted the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly turned it so she could see her reflection. “They are not as bad as when you first woke. You only saw dark shadows then and your eyes had no color.”
   Kira shifted her focus from Octavion’s face to her own. Looking back at her, were the hollow eyes of a Darkord. She knocked the mirror out of his hand. Tears threatened to overwhelm her as the mirror shattered on the ground. Octavion quickly scooped her up and sat her on the bed next to Ussay.
   “Kira, please do not cry. It will pass. I am sure of it. I can see threads of green woven within them now, when before there was nothing. Give it time.”
   Ussay jumped off the bed and started picking up the broken pieces of mirror. Octavion swung around, lifted her up and literally threw her back on the bed. She landed on her back. He leaned over her, both hands planted firmly on either side of her torso.
   “Do you have a death wish? One slip, one drop of blood and you would die, Ussay.” He lowered his face even closer to hers. His eyes were on fire again and the muscles along his back and shoulders began to swell. Being the victim of an ancient curse, like all Royals on Ophira, left him with the heart of a wild cat. Only Octavion was different. With his father’s heritage of the lion and his mother the tiger, he was a hybrid and had less control over his cravings. It didn’t help that he’d been on earth for the past three years and his ability to control his hunger was almost non-existent. And with only two days before the moons were new, he had to be suffering terribly.
   “Please, stop.” Ussay threw her hands over her face, exposing a deep scratch on her wrist. Most of it had scabbed over, but one section was red and swollen.
   Octavion jumped back as if he’d been hit in the face, crushing a shard of the mirror beneath his foot. “I would never hurt you.” He turned and remained still for a few seconds. Kira knew he fought for control over his transformation-she’d seen it in his eyes. “I will clean this up.” When he crouched to gather the pieces, Kira turned her attention to Ussay.
   “Are you okay?” she whispered, no longer focused on herself and the black nothingness of her eyes.
   Ussay nodded, relaxing her hands at her sides.
   Kira helped her to sit, then pulled up Ussay’s sleeve to examine her wound. “This is infected.”
   Octavion dropped the pieces he’d collected and stood. He gently took Ussay’s hand to examine it. “How did you get this? And why did you not treat it?”
   Ussay brushed his hand away and pulled her sleeve down to cover the scratch. “It is nothing. It will heal.”
   “Why haven’t you taken care of it?” Octavion asked. “You know what infection can do. You could have used the same salve we used on Kira’s back.”
   “I did,” she snapped. “Perhaps if you would have been in better control of your temper. .”
   Octavion's shoulders slumped forward. “I did this, didn't I?”
   Ussay nodded, but still didn't look at him.
   “What?” Kira looked at Octavion for answers. “Why would you do that?”
   Octavion backed away from them and sat in the chair by the window. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands.
   “It was an accident,” Ussay said. “He had no idea he scratched me. It is nothing.”
   Octavion raised his head. “No, I should have been more careful.” His gaze met Kira’s. “I was upset because you would not wake. My mind was not in a good place. She suggested I admit defeat and accept your death. I reacted badly.”
   “Reacted badly?” Kira brushed Ussay’s sleeve back again to get a closer look. “We need to take care of this, Octavion.”
   “Not yet,” he said. “I will get her something for it, but you need to wait until I leave. I cannot take the risk of it bleeding. Not this close to the new moons’ phase.” He went back to collecting the pieces of glass, carefully wrapped them in a towel and left the room.
   “I will be right back,” Ussay said as she scooted off the edge of the bed. “I will bring you something to eat.”
   The room fell eerily quiet when Ussay closed the door behind her. In the quiet, Kira thought about the image she’d glimpsed in the mirror-herself, but not herself. Something had caused her eyes to lose their color. Octavion said Darkord blood, but she’d only swallowed a drop or two when she’d bitten Zerek. And that was the first day with her captors. They held her hostage for over three days-if Zerek’s blood had caused her illness, why didn’t she get sick right away?
   And then she thought about Altaria. Lydia forcing Al’s spirit into her was the only other change. It made her wonder how connected Al was to her. They couldn’t share their thoughts, but she could hear Kira’s voice. Did Altaria also see through Kira’s eyes and feel what she felt?
   “Crap!” She’d felt a lot of pain during her torture. What if Al had experienced everything she had? “Al, I’m so sorry for all this. I can’t begin to understand how you feel, trapped inside me.”
   Kira’s heart rate increased and warmth filled her body. Al is still with me. “I’m sorry about Lydia. I promise I’ll figure something out. There’s got to be a way to get you out of me.” Kira lay back on the bed, curled up into a ball, and began to cry. Not uncontrollable sobs like before, but a deeper silent sorrow. She knew getting Al’s spirit out of her was impossible and she was pretty sure Altaria knew it, too. Without Lydia’s body, she had no place to go.
   Kira didn’t know how long she lay there, but at some point she fell asleep. When she woke, darkness filled the room and there was no sign of Ussay or Octavion. The cool night air gave her a chill so she pulled the covers over her body and drew them up around her shoulders. She tried to listen for any sounds from beyond her door, but heard only silence. Even the sounds of life coming from outside the castle had quieted. Her stomach ached from hunger and her body shivered from cold and fear.

   Kira woke with a start. Heavy footsteps approaching outside the door made her sink further under the covers. Their quick and uneven cadence told her they weren’t Octavion’s. When they stopped, the door creaked open and a small stream of golden light splashed across the floor.
   “Kira?” a strange man’s voice grumbled. He cleared his throat and stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him.
   She sat up and pushed her back against the headboard, wincing when it grazed the tender wounds left from Zerek's whip. “Who are you? Get out of my room.”
   “Kira, it is Luka. I am not going to hurt you.” He came closer and put the small candle he held up to his face. “Do not be afraid.”
   She’d shot Luka in the shoulder with an arrow when he’d come to earth to help fight Shandira. She thought he was their enemy then and she still wasn’t certain he didn’t aim to get even for the pain she’d caused him. She scanned the room for something she could use as a weapon-and found nothing. “Where’s Octavion? Why isn’t he here?”
   “He sent me to get you.” He stepped closer.
   “No, he wouldn’t do that. Where is he? I want to see him.”
   “He cannot come, Kira. It is not safe.” Luka came even closer and put the candle on the table next to the bed. “I am to take you away from the castle.”
   Kira scooted further away. “No! Octavion would never allow that. He said I was safe here. I'm not leaving unless he tells me himself. Get out!” she yelled. “And where’s Ussay?”
   “I sent her home. They have all gone home. You are the last one in the castle and we need to get you out.” He sat on the edge of the bed and slipped something from his pocket. When he poured a white powder into the palm of his hand, Kira knew instantly what he was about to do. Octavion had used that powder on her before and no way was Luka blowing that crap in her face. She took in a deep breath and held it. When he put his hand up between them, she leaned forward and blew. The fine powder flew right into his face. He tried to wipe it away, blow it off his lips, but he’d already drawn it into his lungs.
   “Kira, what have you done?” Genuine fear flashed in his eyes and for a moment Kira almost regretted doing it. But the adrenaline raging through her blood made her certain she’d made the right choice. She had to get to Octavion. He was the only one she trusted.
   Luka stumbled back, collapsed to his knees, then crumpled to the floor. “Kira. . you will die.”
   Kira knew she didn’t have much time, so she jumped off the other side of the bed and told her shaky legs to run. When she got to the door, she grabbed the handle and gave it a tug, but it didn’t open. “No!” She ran back and searched Luka’s pockets for a key, but found nothing. “Luka, where is it?” She returned to the door and tried again. When it didn’t open, she slammed her fists against the door and screamed. “Octavion!”
   Off in the distance, she heard the ferocious cry of a wild cat. It echoed through the castle, but didn’t seem to come from the other side of the door. She followed the sound, creeping along the bookshelf to the corner of the room near the arched doorway that led to the closet. She called out again. “Octavion, where are you?” Another roar rang out, but this time she recognized it.
   Octavion.
   Then she heard it-the solid slap of metal hitting stone. All she could think about was Octavion being injured in her world and the way Altaria had chained him to a tree so Kira could heal him without him lashing out. The sight of him bound like that broke her heart. She didn’t care how much of his beast controlled him now, she had to be sure he was all right.
   She ran her hand around the outside of the book case until she felt a cool breeze coming from a small crack between the wall and the wooden frame. Bracing her shoulder against it, she pushed as hard as she could. It gave way, folding back into a small room. A blast of cold air hit her. She squinted into the inky black, but only dark shadows filled the space before her.
   She ran back to the table and retrieved the candle, stepping over Luka’s paralyzed body. As she turned and took another step, a sharp pain pierced the bottom of her foot. She stumbled and fell against the dresser, almost dropping the candle.
   “Crap!” Kira lifted her foot and pulled a small piece of the shattered mirror out of her foot. Blood smeared along the stone floor. She grabbed one of the linens from the dresser, dipped it in the wash basin and cleansed the blood from her foot. This was a bad idea-approaching Octavion with an open wound. But how else could she be sure he was okay? For all she knew, the castle could have been taken over by their enemies and he could be in trouble. Why else would he leave her alone? And why had Ussay disappeared without a word?
   Grabbing the hem of her slip, she cut it with her teeth and ripped off a small strip. She wrapped it around her foot, grabbed the candle and limped toward the opening.
   “Ki-ra.” Luka groaned. The effects of the powder were wearing off. Luka would get his strength back soon and keep her from finding Octavion. She was out of time.
   Kira squeezed behind the bookcase and pushed the shelves back in place. Once inside, the candle gave enough light for her to see she was under a large staircase. A narrow corridor ran down one side, a small wooden door at the end. She slid the large metal bolt and pushed the door open. She’d only taken one step when she heard another painful cry.
   “Octavion? Where are you?” Kira called.
   “Kira, no!” Kira could barely recognize Octavion’s voice through the deep raspiness of his transformation. Another roar rang out, followed by the clanking of chains. Now she was sure-someone had locked him up. Determination fueled her focus-she had to get to him. She had to set him free.
   The walls of the room were curved, making a perfect circle around her. A narrow staircase wound around the room going up and down. His voice came from below her, so she began her descent. Half way down, the brief surge of adrenaline she’d used to get herself moving started to fade and her knees trembled. “Al, if you're still with me, I need you. I can’t stop now.” Subtle warmth filled her chest and she knew she could keep going. “Thank you.” She braced herself against the wall and continued downward. She heard Luka above, calling her name, but ignored him. The further she went, the more light filled the staircase. When she reached the bottom, it opened into a large room. Her first impression reminded her of Octavion’s lair.
   There were shelves filled with bottles and books like she’d seen in his cave on the mountain. Along one side, dried herbs and flowers hung from a large wooden beam and below that were trunks and boxes. Unlike the tidy order of the cave, clutter and debris littered the room. A table lay in splinters against one wall. Books, tools and paper were strewn everywhere.
   Kira took a deep breath and continued forward. She scanned the room, but found no sign of Octavion. Then she heard the chains crash against the stone and Octavion growl.
   “Kira, please. You must go.”
   “Not until I know you’re okay.” She turned toward his voice and finally caught a glimpse of him in the shadows. Completely transformed, she barely recognized him-half man, half beast and far more terrifying than she remembered. Even his facial features were slightly mutated. The shackles that bound his wrists cut into his skin and blood trickled down the tips of his fingers-and claws.
   She put her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. “Octavion, who did this to you?” She stepped closer, but stopped when he lurched forward, his teeth reflecting the light of her candle. He took in a deep breath and the fire in his eyes intensified. He pulled against the chains with so much force, one of them snapped, sending rock and mortar flying into the air.
   “You are. . bleeding.” This time when he looked at her, a sinister grin crossed his face. He lowered his head, arched his back and sprang at her. She jumped back and took off running toward the stairs. Luka appeared in front of her, partially transformed, most likely from the smell of her blood. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her out of the room. Kira closed her eyes and screamed. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to leap with a Royal-how he could see a place in his mind and be there an instant later. Leaping with Octavion brought feelings of excitement and exhilaration, but the violence of traveling with Luka terrified her. She’d heard Octavion say traveling through a structure caused discomfort. Extreme pain described it better.
   When they finally appeared somewhere in the village, Luka threw her to the ground and vanished. The darkness pressed against her, making her feel utterly alone and vulnerable. Kira barely had the strength to pull herself up to stand. There were no lights in the windows and no discernible sounds. She backed in between two cottages, wrapped her arms around herself and tried to get Octavion’s image out of her head.
   “Kira?” a voice whispered. “Is that you?” A small, shadowy figure appeared in front of her.
   “Ussay?” Kira leapt into her arms. “He’s chained up. They chained him up.”
   “I know,” Ussay whispered. “Come with me. We must be very quiet.”
   She led Kira to a doorway that opened into a small room. A single candle burned in the far corner where an older woman sat in a rickety wooden chair. Even from a distance, Kira could see the hollow look in her eyes-a blank stare that made Kira wonder if she’d suffered an emotional crisis in her life. But at the moment, Kira thought simply living in this world could cause that.
   “This is my mother, Narrisa.” Ussay pulled Kira into the center of the room and motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed. The cottage seemed to have only one small room. Two windows flanked the door, both covered with a thick, black cloth. A cold fireplace sat opposite the only bed.
   “Why is it so dark?” Kira asked.
   “Shh. Whisper, Kira. They will feed soon and we do not want to attract them.”
   A shiver ran the entire length of Kira’s spine. “Ussay, I think we have a problem.” Kira pulled up the hem of her dress and raised her foot so Ussay could see the blood soaked bandage. “Octavion didn’t clean up the mirror very well.”
   “Oh, Kira.” Ussay looked at the floor where Kira left three faint blood stains leading from the door. “Mother-be quick. Get the Sevrin.” Narissa stood and walked to a small cupboard next to the fireplace. She opened it and took out a large brown bottle with a cork in it.
   “Kira, remove the bandage,” Ussay said. “We will have to cauterize the wound. Be careful not to get blood on anything else.” She grabbed the candle and set it on a table next to the bed.
   “I can do this myself,” Kira said.
   Ussay nodded, then went over to her mother and took the bottle. She grabbed a knife from the mantle and handed it to Kira. “Are you certain you can do this?”
   “Yes.”
   “Be quick about it. You will need to burn the bandage as well.” Ussay pulled the cork from the bottle and poured it over the stains on the floor. It only took an instant for the fumes to attack Kira’s senses.
   “What is that?” Kira asked.
   Narissa stepped closer and removed the bandage from Kira’s foot. “It kills the smell of blood. Royals cannot tolerate the stench. It burns their nasal membranes.” Her monotone voice was shallow and held little emotion or urgency. She held a small basin under Kira's foot to catch any drops of blood. Once she removed the blood soaked cloth, Narissa held one end in the flame. As it caught fire, she dropped it into the basin and watched as it turned to ash. “That should do.”
   Kira held the knife in the flame of the candle until she was sure it was hot enough to seal the wound. She could do this. She’d felt much more pain when healing Lydia and Octavion, and this was only a small cut. Piece of cake, right?
   Another deep breath and she pressed it to her skin. Her other hand flew to her mouth to hold in the scream that started in the back of her throat. Her skin sizzled and the stench of burnt flesh attacked her senses. Her trembling hand barely held it there long enough for the heat to seal the cut. She dropped the knife into the basin with the ashes and watched as Narissa disposed of it. Kira looked around the room to find Ussay gone and the door wide open.
   “Where did she go?” Kira whispered.
   “Spreading it outside so they won’t know which house the odor is coming from.” Narissa went to the door and looked out. “Ussay,” she whispered into the night.
   “Mother, get back inside,” Ussay said as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. “We need to get that candle out.” Ussay threw the bolt and slid a long section of wood into two metal brackets on either side of the door. “Kira, were you able to stop the bleeding?”
   “Yes, tell me what else to do.”
   “Stay on the bed. Mother and I will sleep on the rug by the fireplace tonight.” Before Kira could protest, Ussay went to the candle and blew out the flame. The sudden darkness gave Kira another chill.
   “Ussay. . please let me sleep on the floor.”
   “Shh. Not a sound. It will go faster if you sleep.”
   Too terrified to move, Kira didn’t dare respond. She listened to Ussay and her mother settle onto the floor, not saying a word.
   A woman screamed-and then another and another. At first it was far off in the distance, but as the night wore on the cries became closer and more intense. Some were human, others were animal-or rather, a combination of both; Royals hunting their prey.
   Kira pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapped it around her shoulders and leaned against the cold stone wall. A few minutes later she heard scratching and deep breathing. A low rumbling growl vibrated through the wall and into her chest like rolling thunder.
   “Kira,” a deep, male voice said from outside.
   She drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them to help control her trembling. Octavion. She wanted to run to him, throw herself into his arms and make the curse melt away, but she’d learned her lesson. Her scent only brought him more pain and suffering.
   A fierce roar rang out and echoed through the village. Kira tried to scream, but before the sound came out, Ussay pressed her hand to Kira’s mouth.
   “No,” Ussay whispered.
   Kira nodded and Ussay slowly removed her hand.
   They both sat in silence until they heard the creature outside move away from the wall. Ussay patted her on the back and whispered, “It is almost over. The sun will be up soon.”

   Octavion tore the overgrown vines away from the door of his hunting cottage. Too many years had passed since he’d entered this structure-an abandoned shack he’d claimed as his own during his thirteenth year. Hidden deep in the B’Sajra Mountains, it provided him shelter when the moons were new and put distance between him and the villagers-something he’d never needed more than now.
   He kicked the dirt off his boots before entering. Not that he needed to-inside, several layers of dust and dirt clung to every surface. His possessions still hung where he’d left them; everything undisturbed. For that, he felt grateful. There were things here he held sacred-items once belonging to his mother that he’d hidden here.
   After several nights sitting up with Kira and a long night hunting with Luka, the bed on the far wall looked inviting in spite of its tattered linens. He’d have to air the place out and do some cleaning before he brought Kira here. That is, if she ever forgave him.
   Once Luka released him from the chains and his cravings had finally subsided, the memories had hit him like an arrow through his heart. He remembered his uncontrollable hunger and the fear in Kira’s eyes. He’d spent the rest of the night listening to Luka try to convince him not to find her and apologize-not yet. Now he had to admit his gratitude for his cousin’s persistence. Kira was much safer with Ussay.
   Octavion wished for a fire, but he’d have to gather more wood and it would only prolong what he’d come here to do. He stepped to the small table he used for a desk, brushed off the chair and sat. He needed to get word to Kira, but didn’t dare see her until the moon returned-until then, a letter would have to do. He let his heart and mind fill with his regret and, after dipping the rusted quill into an old bottle of ink, poured his soul into his words and begged for her forgiveness.

   Kira sat motionless on the bed with her knees pulled up-her arms wrapped tightly around them. She took no pleasure in the morning light that filled the room after Ussay pulled the black pieces of fabric from the windows. When Ussay asked to see her foot, Kira slowly pushed it out from under the hem of her dress.
   “Does it still hurt?” Ussay asked.
   “No,” Kira lied.
   Ussay tried to brush a strand of hair away from Kira’s face, but she turned her head to avoid being touched. “They are gone now. It is safe.”
   Kira closed her eyes, but a tear still escaped from beneath her lashes. How could she live like this? How could anyone live like this? After all the warnings Octavion gave her, and everything she’d witnessed, she had no idea the magnitude of danger that existed in his world. She’d told him she wasn’t afraid of him, but now. . now she wasn’t so sure. How could she love a man capable of such violence? She opened her eyes and turned to face Ussay.
   “It was Octavion outside, wasn’t it?”
   “I believe so,” Ussay said. “But not the Octavion you know and trust. You need to understand that.”
   “What do you mean?”
   “Do you think he would choose to be that way? He would give anything to be rid of the curse-most Royals would. But he cannot. It is his heritage. It runs through his veins like the river runs down from the mountain. He has been away from our world for so long that it is dammed up inside him. With every new phase of our moons, the dam is broken and there is no stopping the force of it as it destroys everything in its path.”
   “I guess I never thought of it that way. He seemed to have so much more control before.” Kira wiped at her tears and dried her hand on her dress.
   “He was just as taken aback as you were. The night he brought. . his sister home, he had no warning of the moons’ powers or how they would affect him. He no more than got her in the arms of his father when he lost complete control. He had no idea what he was doing and went straight for the village. We were easy prey. If Luka would have been an instant later, a man would have died.”
   “He almost killed a man?” Kira was horrified.
   Ussay nodded. “When he calmed down enough to remember what he had done, he ordered the chains installed in his lair. He made his family promise to keep him restrained until everyone had returned to their homes. Luka is supposed to hunt with him now to make sure he stays away from the village. I do not know why he would let him get so close.”
   “Is that why he didn’t come back last night?” Kira asked. “And why you didn’t return with food?”
   “Yes. When I saw the fire in his eyes and how close he came to lashing out at me, I realized the change was upon him. He hated himself for what he did to me. A tiny scratch and it almost tore him in two. I followed him to his lair and found him tearing the place apart. I retreated back up the staircase, but he heard me. He begged me to lock him up. He was afraid he would be tempted to return to you and that he would lose control.”
   “You’re the one who put him in chains?”
   “Yes.” Ussay looked at her hands, clearly upset about doing something so against her kind nature. “He made me promise to leave the castle and sent Luka to take you to safety. I am sorry he frightened you.” She raised her eyes to meet Kira’s. “Can you forgive me?”
   Kira placed her hand on Ussay’s shoulder. “There’s nothing to forgive. I’m glad you let me stay here.” A rumbling noise in Kira’s stomach made them both smile. “I didn’t eat last night. I don’t suppose you have something I could snack on before we return to the castle?”
   Ussay’s big, brown eyes widened. “Kira, we cannot go back-not yet.”
   “But why not? I thought they only craved at night.”
   “They crave constantly around this time, but it is stronger at night. They usually rest during the day. You do not want to make any noises in the castle and wake one of them. Last night was not the worst of it, either. Tonight, both moons will be new and we will need to be ready. I will check outside to make sure no sign was left. We may have to spread your scent to throw Octavion or any other Royal off the smell of your blood.”
   “He wouldn’t hurt me, Ussay. I know that.”
   Ussay shook her head. “Forgive me for being so blunt, but. . thoughts like that will get you killed. When he is hunting, all he sees is something to satisfy his hunger. He will not recognize you or even care.”
   “How do you know so much?” Kira knew Ussay believed her words to be true, but deep down Kira refused to let go of the possibility that Octavion couldn’t bring himself to hurt her. Not like that.
   “I told you. I practically grew up in the castle. I listened and learned. I probably know more than any other commoner in the village, but keep most of it to myself. I do not want what happened to my mother to happen to me.” Ussay motioned to the empty chair sitting by the table. Kira barely remembered her aunt at the door earlier that morning offering to take Narissa to the market.
   “What do you mean? What happened to your mother?”
   “I am not certain, exactly. One day my aunt came to the castle to fetch me and bring me home because my mother had taken ill. The king would not allow us to see her for several days because she was contagious-or so they said. When they finally brought her to us, she had no memory of working at the castle. She has never been the same.”
   Lydia and Shandira’s nursemaid. Kira remembered the story Lydia told her about how the woman had seen her change into her kindred spirit to fight off Shandira. Ussay was right. Her mother had seen something that night-something the king didn’t want anyone else to know about. “Did she work with the children in the castle?”
   Ussay looked at Kira curiously. “How did you know?”
   Kira shrugged. “A guess.”
   “Yes, she did. I would have thought nothing of it, but then the same thing happened to Serena, the weaver’s daughter. Even to this day, she is not the same. She was at the castle one night-”
   “Wait.” Kira’s stomach gave a little twist and she suddenly felt like throwing up. “What did you say?”
   “I said it happened to the weaver’s daughter. Kira, are you all right? The color just drained from your face.” Ussay slid off the bed and reached for the basin her mother used the night before to burn the bandages. She held it out for Kira to take. She pushed it away.
   “I’m fine. I’m not sure I heard you right, though. Who is the weaver’s daughter?”
   “Serena. Do you know her?”
   “No, but I’ve heard Lydia speak about a Serena. Did she go to the ball. . the night the queen was killed?” Kira’s stomach rose into her throat. She didn’t want to hear this.
   “Yes. Octavion was her escort.”
   Kira’s heart leapt in her chest and a sharp pain shot down into her stomach. “No,” she managed, before reaching around Ussay for the basin and heaving what little was in her stomach into the bowl.
   “How can you be sick? You have not eaten.” Ussay ran to the cupboard and brought back a towel.
   “I don’t know.” How can she be alive? Did Lydia and Octavion lie to me? Or were they deceived by their father? And what about the Crystor? If Serena isn’t dead, how was the bracelet removed from her wrist without her and Lydia dying? And then another question popped into her head-if Lydia was dead, why hadn’t the Crystor fallen off? Of course, maybe that had more to do with still being bound to Altaria. Kira held her head in her hands while confusion stuffed it full of questions.
   Kira wiped her face and handed the basin to Ussay. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I need to eat something.”
   “I am so sorry. I keep promising you food and then forgetting.” Ussay went to a box on the mantle and pulled out a small chunk of bread. She put it on a plate from the cupboard and handed it to Kira. “My mother spends the day with my aunt and I am always at the castle. I am afraid we do not keep much food here. I will be right back.”
   As soon as the door closed behind Ussay, Kira put the plate of bread on the table next to the bed, laid her head on the pillow and curled into a ball. Serena was alive. The thought terrified her. If his father lied to him, Octavion would be furious. She didn’t want to think about what it would mean for her if Octavion discovered the girl he once loved and meant to marry was still alive.
   As Kira lay there, staring at the empty fireplace, an image came to her mind. It was of the first time she’d seen Toran, her back against the boulder near Octavion’s lair on the mountain. A huge white tiger advanced toward her, growling and snarling. She felt the warmth of his breath on her face and closed her eyes.
   In the distance she heard Octavion call her name. She opened her eyes but now she saw herself in the village, her back pressed to the rock wall of a cottage. In Toran’s place stood Octavion, fully transformed, his sharp teeth visible through his vicious snarl. He looked at her with hunger in his eyes and then leaned toward her, his breath rushing down her neck. A deep rumbling sound escaped his chest.
   “I know you can’t hurt me. It’s not in you.” Her shaky voice formed the words in a whisper.
   A confused look crossed his beastly face when he looked into her eyes, then he simply disappeared.
   When Ussay came through the door with a bowl of fruit and a loaf of bread, Kira’s sense of survival and determination had been renewed. She didn’t care what Ussay said. She knew in her heart Octavion would never hurt her. She’d seen it with her own eyes-felt it in her heart. And as far as Serena was concerned-well, she’d jump off that bridge when she got to it.
   Kira swung her feet over the edge of the bed and stood. The pressure on her foot caused a little pain, but as she rolled her foot to the outside edge, it lessened. She could walk. Ussay protested, but Kira insisted on helping prepare their meal. Kira sat at the table and looked through her selection of fruit while Ussay pulled a small bench from near the fireplace and joined her.
   “So, tell me what needs to be done for tonight?” Kira didn’t intend to be the victim in all this. If this was how she lived the rest of her life, she needed to learn how to protect herself. Octavion wasn’t the only one she had to worry about. There were other Royals out there.
   “I will take care of it,” Ussay said. “You can stay here and relax.”
   “Are you insane? I’m sick of being cooped up and staying in bed all day. I want to help. You said we’d have to spread my scent, would it be easier if I walked around outside?”
   “But your foot. I-”
   Kira’s glare cut her off.
   “Well, if you insist. Yes, walking around would help. I need to take the Sevrin with us as well. It’s important to spread them both so it appears we tried to hide the scent. I’ve asked a few of the women at the market to do the same.”
   Kira almost forgot about the screams that rang out through the village during the night. “Did he-was anyone hurt last night? I heard screaming.”
   “I do not believe so. Some think the screaming will scare off the Royals, but they are foolish. There is also a sensitive on the other side of the village who senses when they are about to appear. She claims to feel their spirit arrive long before their physical bodies do. Sometimes she will scream to warn others. I am skeptical. Everyone has their own way of dealing with it, but after years of being in the castle, I know complete silence is best.”
   Kira brushed a few breadcrumbs from her dress. “Can I ask you a question?”
   “Of course.”
   Kira hesitated, trying to find the right words. She didn’t want to offend Ussay or get her into trouble, but she needed the truth. “I need to know about. .” She paused for a moment before whispering her name. “Lydia.”
   Ussay gasped. “I cannot-”
   “Wait.” Kira reached across the table and patted Ussay’s hand. “I know you said talking about her is forbidden and I don’t want to get you in trouble, but. . maybe there’s a way you can tell me without speaking her name. I need to know what happened. She was my friend and we shared a special connection.”
   Ussay pulled her hand out from under Kira’s and stood. She went to the fireplace, keeping her back to Kira. “I could lose my station in the castle.”
   “No. I won’t tell anyone, not even Octavion. I swear it.” Kira stood and joined Ussay in front of the cold hearth. She placed a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Please.”
   Ussay was quiet for a long moment before she finally spoke. “All I can tell you is. . there is a fresh grave in the Royal cemetery.”
   Kira dropped her hand to her side and went back to the table to sit. She fingered the Crystor, spinning it around her wrist. “When?”
   “Um. . I do not-”
   “Please. I need to know.”
   Ussay joined Kira at the table, her eyes brimming with tears. “I was summoned to the castle to attend to your needs the same day she passed.”
   Kira’s hand flew to her mouth and the beat of her heart increased, causing her chest to ache. She knew Altaria listened. She always listened. “She died the same day I came here?”
   Wiping the tears from her eyes, Ussay said, “At sunset, the night before.”
   I could have saved her.
   “I am sorry, Kira. I know how difficult it is to lose a friend.”
   “Thanks for telling me. I won’t say anything. It makes all this much easier, knowing I have someone to talk to. Knowing I have a friend.”
   Ussay paused for a moment, a bewildered look on her face. “You would consider a commoner a friend?”
   Kira smiled through her tears. “I’m a commoner. There’s not a drop of Royal blood running through my veins.” Well, except Octavion’s.
   “Kira, I am honored to call you my friend.”
   “I’m glad. I need one right now.” They both wiped their tears again and continued with their breakfast. Somehow, most of the food Ussay retrieved from the village had been eaten. Kira sat back in the chair and rubbed her stomach.
   “Ugh. I ate too much. I hope I don’t get sick-I hate being sick.”
   “If you become ill, I will make you some Kostai.”
   “Is that the stuff you tried to feed me when I woke-that grey goo in the bowl?
   “Yes, but you never tasted it,” Ussay said. “How do you know it is not good?”
   Kira turned up her nose. “It smelled like dirty socks.”
   Ussay frowned, but when Kira started laughing, her new friend joined right in. It felt good to laugh.
   They spent most of the morning walking around the village, taking plenty of opportunities to sit and rest Kira’s shaky legs and sore foot. She was determined to gain her strength back as soon as she could. She hated the idea of being weak and others having to take care of her.
   Kira was surprised at how friendly everyone acted and how they all seemed to know her. Of course, who could miss her red hair and dark eyes? Some people shied away, especially mothers with small children, but most were kind. They curtsied or bowed as if she were royalty. At first it made her a little uncomfortable, but then she thought it was kind of fun, like pretending to be a princess when she was little. And she had to admit, she liked the special treatment.
   Shortly after midday, Kira happened to step out onto the main road leading up the hill to the castle. When she’d seen the castle earlier in the day, it had appeared dark and mysterious with the sun obscured behind it. Now the sun reflected off the white stone, illuminating every detail. She stood there for several moments, taking in the glorious view.
   “Kira, are you all right?” Ussay asked.
   Kira nodded. “I didn’t realize how beautiful it was. It’s like a vision. . a heavenly palace for angels.” She tried to remember how it looked when Lydia used the journey stone in Octavion’s lair, but even then, it held no comparison to what she saw now.
   “I like seeing it through your eyes,” Ussay said. “When you work there every day, you forget.”
   “I hope I never forget.” Kira turned to look at her. “Do you mind if we sit for a while? My feet hurt.”
   “We need to get you some shoes.” Ussay motioned for Kira to sit on a small bench near the well in the center of the village. “Once you are rested we will see the cobbler. He may have a pair of shoes to fit you. I do not believe mine are small enough.”
   They’d barely sat down when a sense of dread crept over Kira. She had the distinct impression that a Royal was nearby. Surely one wouldn’t appear in the village this close to the new moon phase-at least not a good Royal. “Didn’t you say the Royal’s would be sleeping?”
   “Yes. Why do you ask?”
   “Curious, that’s all,” Kira lied. But the feeling grew stronger before it finally went away. She couldn’t help be suspicious of the villagers around her. For all she knew, any one of them could be a Royal who meant to do her harm.
   “Ussay!” a small voice rang out. Kira and Ussay looked in the direction of the voice to find a young boy running up the cobblestone street. “I have something for you.” He waved a small piece of paper in the air.
   Ussay stood and waited for him to come to her. “This is for you. Mara. .” He took a deep breath. “Lady Mara brought it to your mother at the marketplace. She said to give it to you.”
   “Thank you Braden.” She ruffled his hair. “Now run along.”
   “I cannot,” he said. “I am to wait for a reply.”
   “Who’s Lady Mara?” Kira asked.
   “Luka’s mother.” Ussay studied the envelope she held in her hand-parchment sealed with a small blob of red wax, the letter “O” stamped in the middle. She slowly turned it over. “I believe this is for you.” She handed it to Kira.
   Kira took it from her. On the front were several letters and symbols she didn’t recognize. She ran her finger over the markings and a voice whispered in her mind.
 
   Ussay,
   Please see that Kira receives this.
   O
 
   Kira stared at the words she could now read written on the paper, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it. She still wasn't sure how she felt about what she saw the night before and she certainly wasn't ready to hear what Octavion had to say about it with the villagers watching and waiting for her reaction.
   “Tell her. . there will be no reply,” Kira said.
   Ussay motioned for Braden to return with Kira’s answer and then put her hand on her shoulder. “What is it?”
   Kira slipped the letter up the sleeve of her dress and brushed off the front of her skirt. “Nothing. Can we get those shoes now? I’d really like to go back to your cottage.”
   “As you wish,” Ussay said.
 
   Chapter Twelve
   The cobbler had two pairs of shoes-both made for children and way too small. Ussay offered Kira hers, but she refused. By the time they got back to the cottage her feet were on fire. Kira felt grateful they at least weren’t bleeding or all their work would have been in vain. Ussay helped Kira wash them and apply salve. Kira convinced her to apply the same medicine to the scratch on her wrist-the infection appeared to be getting worse.
   As the room slowly began to lose its light, Ussay lit a candle and let Kira help replace the black pieces of cloth in the windows. Because of the cramped space, Narissa agreed to stay the night with Ussay’s aunt so they had the room to themselves. Kira offered to stay on the floor, but Ussay refused. When the sounds of the village grew silent, Kira knew the time of darkness was near. Ussay seemed to sense her need for privacy and began straightening the already organized cupboard on the other side of the room.
   Kira numbly slipped the envelope out of her sleeve. What could he possibly have to say? She already knew he’d be mortified by what happened the night before and would beg her forgiveness. Reluctantly, she broke the red wax seal and opened it. Inside she found a single piece of parchment. She slid it out of the envelope, unfolded it then held it to her face and took in a deep breath. His musky scent filled her soul with warmth. She’d only been gone one day and she already missed him.
   She held the paper in the flickering candlelight and read the words written in her own language.
 
   Kira,
   I have seen the fear in your eyes and would give my life to remove it. My worst nightmare could not compare to how I felt when the sun rose on Xantara and the realization of what I had done came to my mind. I pray I have not broken your heart, for I know not how to heal it and I dare only to ask your forgiveness. I hope you do as Ussay instructs to ensure your safety. I will send a carriage to retrieve you both when it is safe.
   All my love,
   Octavion
 
   She folded the paper, inhaled his sent one last time and slid it back into the envelope. “Is it time?”
   “Yes.” Ussay walked to the bed and sat beside her. “Are you all right?”
   Kira nodded.
   “The letter. . it has his scent?”
   “Yes.” Kira knew the hidden meaning behind her words and also knew what needed to be done, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She clutched the envelope against her chest, hesitant to part with the only tangible piece of him within grasp at that moment. As the tears began to flow, she slowly released it and let if fall into her lap.
   Ussay picked it up and held it over the flame. The instant it caught fire, she stepped to the fireplace and threw it on top of the cold ash. Kira watched as the fire consumed it. She leaned over and blew out the candle and the room went black, except for the tiny sparks left from Octavion’s letter. One by one they fizzled out, until only the memory of them remained.
   Kira turned her back to the room and curled up under the blanket. When the first scream echoed through the village, she put her hands over her ears and tried to see his face in her mind-his human face-the one she’d fallen in love with. She remembered his deep blue eyes and the way he smiled, exposing his dimples. She lingered on that happy memory. She recalled every detail of his kiss-imagined his arms holding her tight, keeping her warm. Her mind wandered back to the adventures they’d shared until finally she found sleep-her dreams filled with Octavion, the way dreams should be. Dreams a person could lose themselves in. Dreams that could come true.
   When she woke, Ussay busied herself building a fire.
   “Is it over?” Kira asked.
   Ussay jumped. “Kira, you frightened me.”
   “Sorry. Did I sleep through the whole thing?” She couldn’t remember feeling so rested.
   “Yes. It was actually a quiet night. It is the first time I have seen you sleep without thrashing about. You must have been exhausted.” Ussay grabbed another log and added it to the fire.
   Kira barely felt its warmth from across the room. “I guess.” She briskly rubbed her nose to take away the cold.
   “Sorry about the chill in the air. The fire will have the room warm in a moment.”
   “I’m fine, but how did you sleep? The floor must be freezing.” Kira pulled herself up to sit, but kept the covers wrapped tightly around her body.
   “I slept well enough.”
   “Well, I don’t care how much you argue with me, I get the floor tonight. It’s the least I can do.”
   Ussay’s face lit up and she flashed a big smile. “You, my lady, will sleep in the castle tonight.”
   “What? But I thought it wasn’t safe. Don’t we have stay here the night before and the night after a new moon?”
   Ussay walked over to the window, pulled off the curtain, then opened the door. Parked outside the cottage was a small ornate carriage pulled by two black horses. In the distance Kira heard the deep clang of a bell.
   “Octavion sent word. He went out before nightfall and hunted with Luka. When darkness came, he had already satisfied his hunger so the pull of the moons did not affect him as badly.” Ussay closed the door and walked back to sit next to Kira. “He had a good night.”
   Kira sighed. “And he’s all right?”
   Ussay nodded, her eyes sparkling with the glow from the fire. “I have instructed the coachman to wait. I would like to eat and wash before we return. I cannot offer a bath, but I can get water from the well to rid us of the dust from our walk yesterday.”
   “Awesome.”

   Kira managed to make it through her sponge bath and choke down a few bites of an orange-like fruit that tasted like cherries without losing control of her emotions. She couldn’t get Lydia off her mind or out of her heart. She kept having flashes of the day in the canyon when she, Lydia and Octavion sat under a tree and ate lunch together. It was the first time she’d seen Lydia change into Altaria, and the first time she’d gotten a glimpse of what Octavion could become when angered.
   It seemed like a lifetime ago.
   “Are you ready?” Ussay asked.
   “Yeah.” Kira tucked away her memories for another day.
   Another time.
   As the carriage approached the castle, Kira’s appreciation for its beauty increased. The smooth white stone sparkled in the late morning sun. Several arched windows with colorful pieces of stained glass, interspersed with clear panes, decorated the lowest level. She couldn’t discern a pattern in the glass-each one shone with its own unique brilliance. Clear glass graced the arched windows of the upper levels, many opened wide to catch the cool morning air.
   As they crossed the bridge and entered the courtyard, several of the servants exited a small doorway to the right, pointing and whispering-clearly to get their first view of the girl from another world. The carriage rounded the large fountain in the center and pulled to a stop in front of a huge wooden door. Kira’s heart raced with anticipation. When she heard the latch on the castle door turn, she braced herself. She wasn’t sure how to react to seeing him. Her heart sank when Luka came through the door, not Octavion. She fought back her tears of disappointment.
   “Good morning ladies,” he said. “May I help you from the carriage?” He stepped closer and offered his hand. A sudden suspicion filled her and she couldn’t bring herself to accept his offer.
   Ussay, however, accepted his hand freely. “How kind of you, sire.”
   Luka gently guided Ussay to the ground and steadied her until she’d gained her balance. Then he turned to Kira and offered his hand again.
   “Shall I fetch my armor, my lady?” he said with a smirk.
   Kira laughed. She couldn’t help herself. With only a few words, he’d found a way to break through her fear. “You might need it to protect your pride. Taken down by the same girl twice-not exactly something a true warrior wants remembered.”
   “Aaah.” He put his other hand over his heart as if wounded.
   “A little to the left, Luka. I shot you in the shoulder, remember.” Ussay stood by the door with her mouth hanging open. Kira sensed she would have questions for her later. Kira took Luka’s hand and allowed him to help her from the carriage.
   “Much nicer than the other night when you threw me on the ground,” she teased.
   His brow furrowed. “I am sorry, Kira. I did the best I could do with your foot bleeding.”
   “I guess I should have trusted you. I was so scared. I didn’t understand what was happening. Next time I’ll be more prepared.” She looked around the courtyard and then back to the door.
   “He is not here,” Luka said. “We did not know when you would arrive so he offered to take Cade hunting. I have sent him a message. They will return shortly.”
   “Cade?” The injury to his back had been so severe she honestly didn’t think he’d survived. “Is he. . okay?”
   He looked away for a moment. “He is well enough.”
   Kira’s heart sank. “But not well enough to hunt alone.”
   When his eyes met hers again she saw pain and sorrow in them. “No. He has not regained the strength of his legs. There is feeling in them, but he is not able to walk on his own.”
   “And the wound?”
   “It is healing nicely. It held some infection, as did yours, but he will mend.”
   “I’m so sorry, Luka. It’s my fault. I should have stayed down. I should have let Octavion take me away.” The image in her head of Cade as he was before, so full of life and eager to hunt the Darkords, made her regret all her decisions she’d made that day. If only she’d listened to Octavion. Her selfish stupidity had cost Cade everything.
   “Kira, stop.” He clamped his hands around her arms and focused on her eyes. “You did not do this. You saved his life. He told me what happened in the canyon. If you hesitated, even for an instant, he would be dead. Cade is young. Every day he gets stronger. He will get through this.”
   He dropped his hands and used a section of his sleeve to wipe a tear from her cheek. Then he smiled again. “Now, would you like to meet my mother?” He put out his elbow to escort her into the castle.
   She slipped her hand over his arm. “I’d love to.”
   The interior of the castle was even more magnificent than the outside. The sun coming through the stained glass windows cast a kaleidoscope of color across the entire stone floor. In front of her, a grand staircase rose up to a balcony that spanned the entire width of the massive entry. A room opened to her left; overstuffed chairs and sofas, all in a soft red fabric, accented with several square pillows in royal blue and gold, looked warm and inviting. Vases of fresh cut flowers sat on tables that flanked the sofas, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance.
   To her right, small high back, dark wooden chairs framed a wide open space. She recognized it from sharing Lydia’s memories-the grand hall where she’d danced with Bastian. Lydia’s mother died that night. So had Serena-or so she’d been told.
   At the far end of the room stood a small platform that held two larger chairs made of an intricately carved wood with cushions covered in gold fabric, their backs stretching almost to the ceiling. Thrones.
   “She is in the garden,” Luka said as he led her through a large set of glass doors.
   “Kira, dear.” A sweet voice echoed off the castle walls.
   Kira turned toward it and saw a woman sitting near a small fountain in an overstuffed chair. At first she carried a little extra weight around her belly, but then realized she was pregnant-very pregnant. The woman stood, pressing one hand on the small of her back for extra support. Luka quickly dropped Kira’s arm and went to her waddling figure.
   “Mother, you must not get up. You need to stay off your feet. You heard what the midwife said.” He took her arm and turned her back toward the fountain.
   “Nonsense, I must meet our guest,” she protested.
   Kira followed Luka and, once he had his mother settled, introduced herself. “You must be Mara,” she said, extending her hand. “My name is Kira. I need to thank you for bringing Octavion’s letter yesterday.”
   Mara’s eyes widened slightly as she shook her head. Kira had obviously said too much.
   “Mother? You went to the village yesterday? Must I have Father lock you in your room?”
   “Oh, Luka,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Do not be so dramatic. I was there and back in an instant. No harm done.” She pushed him aside. “Now go tell Ussay we need a cup of her tea and perhaps a bite to eat. Are you hungry, dear?” She still had a death grip on Kira’s hand from their introduction.
   “I’ve eaten, thank you.” Kira sat on the stone bench across from Mara and took back her hand. “But tea sounds great.” Suddenly aware of her posture and how dirty she felt, Kira inconspicuously glanced down to check her fingernails. They were filthy so she tucked them into the creases of her dress. She straightened her back and made sure her feet were square on the cold stone-a very uncomfortable position.
   “How is your foot, dear? Luka said you had a mishap the other night.” Mara put her hand on top of her belly and tucked the red fabric up under her breasts. It made her stomach look even bigger.
   Kira stuck her foot out from under her dress. “It’s better. Hardly hurts anymore.”
   Mara gasped. “Where are your shoes, girl. Have you been without them this whole time?”
   Before she could answer, Ussay came through the glass doors with a large silver tray displaying a fancy ceramic tea pot and two cups. She also had a plate of pink and green cookies with some kind of nut in the middle Kira couldn’t identify.
   “Ussay. How could you let her go without shoes? Have you no sense?” Mara’s voice was condescending and cruel. It was all Kira could do to hold her tongue-she didn’t want Ussay to lose her job on account of her.
   Ussay put the tray down and curtsied. “Forgive me, my lady. I will give her mine.” She slipped her shoes off and put them over near the hem of Kira’s dress.
   “Mara, please don’t be angry with Ussay. She offered her shoes several times and I refused. She even took me to the cobbler, but he didn’t have anything that would fit me. It isn’t her fault.” Kira pushed the shoes toward Ussay. “They are too big anyway and will make it difficult for me to walk. I go barefoot all the time at home.”
   Ussay stood there watching Mara’s expression, waiting to hear her next command.
   Mara eyed the shoes and Kira’s bare feet. “Very well, then. Take your shoes, Ussay.” Then she kicked off one of hers. “Perhaps mine would be a better fit. We cannot take the chance of you cutting your foot again in a castle filled with Royals.”
   Ussay slipped her shoes back on. “Oh, no, my lady. You must not offer your own shoes. I will find some for her.”
   “Nonsense. I have plenty of shoes.”
   Kira reached down to pick up the shoe, but Ussay grabbed it and knelt in front of her.
   “Allow me, my lady.” She took Kira’s foot and settled it into the shoe-a perfect fit.
   “There,” Mara said. “Ussay, go to my dressing chambers and pick out a pair of shoes for Kira. Make sure they are comfortable.” She waved her hand in the air to dismiss her.
   “Mara, I couldn’t,” Kira said.
   “My dear, I have more than enough shoes for one woman. The cobbler seems to think if he brings me a pair before each moon phase I will not eat him.” She laughed. “I do not have the heart to tell him my craving for the flesh of a commoner left me years ago.”
   Kira wasn’t sure what to say. Hearing her talk about brutality in such a cavalier manner struck her as beyond strange and made Kira very uncomfortable. She didn’t know if she could ever get used to it.
   “I am sorry dear. I forgot my manners.” As she poured them both a cup of tea and nibbled on one of the cookies, Kira glanced at their surroundings. A major case of Deja Vu struck her as the memories Lydia shared with her the night of her attack flashed through her head. They sat near the same fountain where Lydia’s mother struck her head and died. It made Kira very uneasy.
   “So, when are you due,” Kira asked, trying to shake the bloody image from her mind.
   “Pardon me, dear?”
   “The baby, when are you due?”
   “I am not sure I understand your question.” She seemed irritated with Kira for not speaking more clearly.
   “When will the baby be born?”
   “Oh, that is up to the child. When he is ready, he will certainly let us know.” She rubbed her stomach. “I am hopeful it will be soon. He is getting too big.”
   “You know it’s a boy?”
   Mara nodded. “It is my gift. I can sense a woman’s womb, feel the child growing within and this is going to be a strong boy.” She jumped. “And he can kick as well.”
   Kira’s back hurt from forcing herself to sit straight. When Ussay came through the doors with an armful of shoes, relief washed over her. Maybe she could slouch while everyone focused on her feet.
   “Ussay, what have you done? And why did you bring so many shoes? Honestly, girl. Can you make a decision on your own?”
   “Forgive me, my lady. I thought perhaps Kira would like to choose.” She quickly arranged the shoes in front of her. “I will take them back if you like.”
   Mara considered the selection Ussay displayed. “No, that is fine. You were right. It should be her choice.”
   Well, finally. Mara paid Ussay a compliment. Kira’s first impression of Luka’s mother wasn’t a good one. If this is how a woman of royalty acts, Kira would never fit in. She tried to imagine herself as the wife of a prince, strutting around the castle in a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. The image made her snicker.
   Kira pointed out the pair that looked the most comfortable, a simple tan slipper with flowers embroidered on the top. Mara seemed to approve. Ussay gathered the rest and started for the door, but Mara called her back.
   “Ussay, have you changed the linens in Kira’s room?”
   “Not yet, my lady. I will do it immediately.” Then she curtsied.
   “Actually,” Kira interrupted. “Is there another room I can stay in?”
   Mara looked confused. “Is Octavion’s chambers not to your liking, dear?”
   “It’s perfect. I just don’t want to put Octavion out. If you have a smaller room, maybe in the servants quarters? I’m pretty easy to please.”
   Kira caught the look on Ussay’s face out of the corner of her eye. Her mouth hung open again.
   “Nonsense, my dear. We would not dream of putting you in such a place.” Mara paused for a moment. “Ussay, prepare Lyd-the room next to Arela’s. Kira will be quite comfortable there and she will enjoy the morning sun.”
   Lydia’s room?
   If that’s what she’d meant to say, Kira wanted to see it. Maybe she’d feel closer to her there. If nothing else, the familiar surroundings might put Altaria at ease. “Are you sure? I don't want to intrude. .”
   “It will be no intrusion.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her stomach again. “I do have to warn you, however. You will be next door to my daughter, Arela, and she can be a pest.”
   “I’m sure she isn’t that bad. Besides, I love kids.”
   Ussay stifled a giggle.
   “You do not know my daughter.” Mara put her hand out and patted Kira’s. “I must take a nap now, dear. The little one is complaining.” She stood and turned her back to her, then barked a command to Ussay. “You will see the linens are clean in Kira’s new room?” Then she disappeared. Ussay’s face blurred until Mara's wake drifted into a nearby bush.
   Kira rolled her eyes. “She’s fun,” she said sarcastically.
   Ussay curtsied. “I will prepare your room, my lady. I apologize for my rudeness, I forgot my place. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I will show you to your room.”
   At first Kira thought she was teasing-being sarcastic-but then she caught the glimmer of a small tear in the corner of one eye. “Ussay, did I say something wrong?” Kira stood and went to her.
   “No, it is me. I forgot you will be royalty and I should treat you as such.”
   So that was it. “Ussay, you’re my friend. I understand if you need to treat me differently when someone else is around because this is your job. I don’t want to jeopardize that, but when it’s only us, we’re friends.” Kira put her hand on Ussay’s shoulder. “And I’m not royalty.”
   Ussay smiled. “You are to me.”
   “Now, where’s my new room.” Kira was actually excited to see it. She’d visualized Lydia’s room in her head ever since she’d shared her memories of the grand ball. She knew it would be strange without her there to show her everything, but she missed Lydia. Maybe seeing where she grew up would help Kira cope with the loss.

   The girls slowly climbed the staircase, stopping once to rest Kira’s shaky legs. Ussay offered to have Luka carry her, but she didn’t want to give him another opportunity to give her a hard time about injuring him. Besides, she needed to rebuild the strength in her legs. When they reached the top of the stairs they turned and went down a long hallway, stopping in front of the first in a series of wooden doors.
   “Where is the room I stayed in before?”
   Ussay pointed behind them. On the other side of the staircase, another set of stairs led upward. “Octavion’s rooms are there. He has the entire wing to himself.” She struggled to open the latch on the door while balancing an armful of shoes.
   “Why don’t you get rid of those? I can do this.” Kira put her hand on the latch and pushed the door open. She was so taken aback by what she saw she didn’t hear Ussay’s response, only her footsteps echoing in the hallway as she walked away.
   She put her hand to her heart as a dull ache threatened to squeeze the blood right out of it. Tears filled her eyes and she thought her knees might buckle and send her crashing to the floor.
   “Oh, Al. . it’s beautiful.”
   She stepped inside and leaned against the wall for support. The entire room was Lydia. . no, it was Altaria. She could easily imagine both kindred spirits happily coexisting in this space.
   In the center of the room, with no wall or headboard against any part of it, stood a huge four-poster bed. All the linens were white, even the overstuffed pillows that filled almost half the bed. White gauze-like fabric, delicately embroidered with pink and lavender roses, hung between the posts and were swooped to each corner by narrow green ribbons.
   Two very large windows flanked French doors that opened onto a balcony. A built-in seat nestled below each window, their cushions of white topped with lavender and pink pillows. Curtains made of a thicker tapestry material with similar embroidery hung from the ceiling and puddled on the floor.
   Kira pushed away from the wall and stepped to the bed. She reached up and let the green satin ribbon run through her fingers, then turned to get a better view of the rest of the room. She slowly lowered herself to a small bench at the foot of the bed. All around the perimeter of the room were bits and pieces of Lydia and Altaria-ribbons and bows neatly arranged on the top of a dressing table, colored bottles adorning the back of three dressers and a full length mirror in the corner near one of the windows. On either side of the door stood built-in book cases, like in Octavion’s room, but these held bolts of fabric, rolls of ribbon and several ceramic vases. The books, though not as many, were all neatly arranged in order of size. On one shelf there were tiny figurines of young women adorned in beautiful gowns with hems swirling up as if they were dancing.
   Kira thought being here would bring her peace, perhaps even closure, but she’d been wrong. It only brought the memory of Lydia closer to her heart, causing real pain. It was almost as if she were there, calling out to her as before, but there were no words echoing in her mind, only the constant throb of loneliness in her chest.
   Altaria.
   She would never again feel smooth fabric between her fingers or look at her beautiful face in a mirror. She’d never hold a sword in her hand or speak her mind. Her thoughts would forever be locked in a body that wasn’t hers. Kira wondered how much longer she’d feel her presence or if she’d slowly wither away.
   She put her head in her hands and released the gut wrenching sobs she’d held back for days. She missed both of them-and the pain she felt in her chest was the only part of Altaria she had left.
   “Kira?”
   She slowly raised her eyes to find Octavion standing in the doorway, his face weary and worn. Seeing him only made her sorrow worse and the tears came faster. She couldn’t speak as she lost herself in her grief.
   He hesitantly moved closer and knelt in front of her, but he didn’t offer his embrace to hold or comfort her. Instead, he looked into her eyes for the longest time before finally speaking; his voice laced with deep emotion. “I have hurt you far too many times to count. Seeing you like this. .” He turned his head away. “I do not blame you for wanting to be as far away from me as possible.” When he turned back and their eyes met, his were filled with tears as well.
   Kira shook her head. “I’m not mad at you.” She looked around the room and then back to him. “It’s this room. I. . I miss her so much.”
   The pain in his eyes sent her into his arms. He scooped her up and carried her to one of the window benches and sat, cradling her to him. Having his strong arms around her was exactly what she needed.
   “How can you not be angry with me?” he whispered in her ear.
   Kira pulled her face back enough to see his eyes. “How can I be mad at you for something that isn’t your fault? You didn’t choose to be this way.” She paused for a moment and wiped a few tears from her face. “I am angry that you weren’t honest with me, though.”
   She took a deep breath and adjusted herself so she sat next to him. “You should have told me you were fighting the pull of your moons. I would have understood.”
   “I know. And I am sorry, but I could not leave you. I waited for days for you to wake, worrying you would die, so once you woke there was no way I could leave you.” He gently wiped away the rest of her tears.
   “I understand that, but if you told me you needed some space and what was happening I wouldn’t have cut my foot or disabled Luka. I also wouldn’t have had to listen to you outside Ussay’s cottage growling and snarling half the night. If I would have known what to expect I. . why are you looking at me like that?”
   He’d suddenly straightened, his whole body gone ridged. “Kira, I was not in the village last night or the night before, nor do I know where Ussay’s cottage is.”
   “But you said my name. I heard you say my name.” A shiver ran through her.
   Octavion stood and put his hand to his forehead. The eerie feeling she’d become accustomed to returned right before Luka appeared in the room.
   “Luka, have I been in the village at all these past two nights?”
   Luka looked at Kira with her tear stained face and then back to his cousin. “You know we did not. I would never allow that to happen. Is there a problem?”
   Octavion repeated what Kira told him. “Send a message to all the Royals in our kingdom, see if any were in the village. If we have Royals from another kingdom hunting here, we need to increase our patrols and send a warning to the villagers.”
   “But, how did he know my name and where I was staying?”
   Octavion took in a deep breath and let it out slow. “It is what worries me the most.”
   Luka stepped forward and tried to reassure her. “I am sure it is nothing, Kira. Perhaps it was a jealous commoner trying to frighten you away. After all, you have caught the eye of the second most eligible bachelor in the kingdom.”
   Octavion gave a hoot. “You are not even in the running, cousin.”
   Luka chuckled, promised to check with the other Royals and alert the guards if they discovered anything serious, then left-through the door.
   “So,” Octavion said. “Would you like to go someplace with me? I found something while I hunted I think you will like.” He stood and offered his hand.
   “Ugh! More walking.” Kira took his hand and reluctantly stood on her tired and sore feet. “Good thing Mara gave me some shoes.”
   “What is wrong with your feet?”
   “Well, someone didn’t do a very good job cleaning up the broken mirror and I cut my foot. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to cauterize the wound so the Royals in this town wouldn’t eat me and then I got dragged all over town in my bare feet so my scent wouldn’t be in one place. The things I go through for you.” She smiled up at him. “The least you could do is kiss me.”
   Octavion flashed his dimples and scooped her off her feet. “Let me show you the advantages of staying in this room.” He walked to the glass doors, swung them open and stepped out onto the balcony. “Besides the beautiful sunrises you’ll take in out here. .” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, she closed her eyes as she felt the floor beneath them begin to shake.
   It seemed like an eternity since they’d traveled together, especially while in the middle of a kiss, but nothing could have prepared her for the feelings surging through her body as they left the safety of the castle balcony and sailed through time and space in Octavion’s mind. His cravings weren’t the only thing that was stronger in Xantara. She’d never felt so much pleasure and joy all in the same moment.
   When the air around her cooled and he pulled his lips away, she could barely breathe. She tried to take in air, but it caught in her stomach and made her head spin. She looked up to find his dimples deeper than she’d ever seen. But even though he smiled and seemed happy to be with her, what she saw in his eyes told a different story.
   Hunger.

   “You okay?” Octavion asked, obviously proud of himself.
   “I am now.”
   “Wait until you see what I have for you.” He helped her to sit on the ground next to a tree. He looked at her curiously. “Can I trust you to stay here? Seems I remember the last time I asked you to stay, you took off at a dead run.”
   Kira laughed. “As long as you aren’t too long, I think I can sit still.” She curled her legs up under her dress and straightened the wrinkles in the fabric with a brush of her hand.
   “It may take a moment. I have not gained her trust yet and she may be a little shy with you,” he mumbled as he walked through the trees and out of sight.
   Kira sat quietly, surrounded by the beautiful sounds and sights of a forest much like the one from her world, except all the colors were much more vibrant. In addition to the lush green grass, completely void of weeds or anything unpleasant to the eye, fragrant flowers bloomed everywhere. Beautiful blossoms clung to vines that wound their way up several trees and a fuzzy rust-colored moss grew on many large rocks.
   She heard Octavion’s voice in the distance and wondered what he could possibly be up too. As his voice got closer, she saw movement in the trees. At first she thought her imagination had kicked into overdrive. She had to blink a few times to make sure her eyes were in focus, but when he broke into the small clearing there was no question. She looked to find Octavion’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas. Standing next to him was a white Bengal tiger. The best part trailed close behind her-two clumsy little cubs.
   “Be still, she is very protective of her babies.” He came closer and sat beside Kira. “Give her a minute and she might let them come to you.”
   “Oh, Octavion, they’re so cute.” She stretched her hand out as if she had something to feed them. “Come here little ones,” she coaxed. The mama tiger inched a little closer, but Kira didn’t feel threatened. Mama slowly made her way over and put her nose down to smell Kira’s hand. Kira reached up to rub behind her ear and the tiger began to purr.
   “Unbelievable,” Octavion said. “It took me two days to get her to let me within twenty feet of her.” He reached for the cat, but she pulled away.
   Kira snickered. “Guess you’re animal skills are rusty. Do you think she’ll let me pet the cubs?”
   “You are the expert. You tell me.” He leaned back, put his hands behind him for support and straightened his legs, crossing his ankles. “Give it a try.”
   “Do all animals in your world trust people like this?”
   “Only the cats. We do not hunt them, it is against Pantherian law and even though we are not in that kingdom, we do not want to anger them. Plus, I think the cats sense we are kin-that our hearts beat with their blood.”
   “That makes sense.” She turned to face him. “Thank you. This does wonders for my mood.”
   “I thought it might.”
   The mama tiger wandered back to her cubs and proceeded to give them a good cleaning. “How old are they?”
   “I would guess no more than five weeks. They are getting big and their teeth are coming in.”
   She put her hand back out, this time tapping the ground. Once she had their attention she turned her hand over and wiggled her fingers in the air. The movement caught their eyes and both cubs scurried to chase after their imaginary prey. One of them stumbled, rolled a few times and landed, feet up. Mama quickly came to its rescue, turned it over with a gentle nudge of her nose and then picked the cub up by the scruff with her teeth. She brought it over and sat it in front of Kira, her other cub already tangled in her dress. Kira lifted the fabric enough to make the first cub roll off onto the grass. It jumped up and pounced at the hem as Kira tucked it around her legs.
   “Now I have a question-something I’ve been wondering about.” Kira pulled her hand back to avoid being attacked by little teeth and claws.
   “I am listening,” Octavion said as he sat up and turned to face her.
   “Can you tell when Luka is about to appear, or any other Royal for that matter?”
   “I know he is coming because I hear his thoughts. Is that what you mean?” He reached out to pet one of the cubs but Mama snarled at him, so he pulled his hand back.
   “No, I don’t know how to explain it. The very first time I saw you, right before you appeared in the forest, I felt a strange sensation-like all my senses shutting down. There’s total silence and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Every time a Royal is about to appear I feel it. I thought it was perfectly normal and everyone felt it, but then Ussay mentioned a woman in the village that experiences a similar feeling and she called her a ‘sensitive’.”
   A curious expression crossed his face. “It actually does not surprise me. Do you still have visions, or did you lose that gift when the powers of the Crystor faded?”
   Kira shrugged. “I do sometimes, but they’re more like daydreams. Some I’ve seen come true, others are weird images I can’t make sense of. It’s definitely not as strong.”
   He leaned over, brushed her hair away from her face and focused intently on her eyes. “You are unique in every way, Kira. You should never fear your gifts. Embrace them.”
   She nodded, but said nothing. Their eyes held there for the longest time, then he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips barely touched when a sharp pain shot into her right index finger. One of the cubs playfully sunk its teeth into her skin. Kira squealed. Her sudden outburst scared the cubs and sent them scurrying to their mother, who quickly encouraged them back into the forest with a scolding roar in Kira's direction.
   Kira grabbed her finger, jumped to her feet and backed away from Octavion. He was already on his feet, completely transformed. She recognized the primal hunger in his fiery eyes.
   “Call Luka! You need to leave, now!”
   A deep throaty growl escaped his heaving chest. His shoulder muscles bulged with each breath he took. “I can not leave you alone, Kira. Not here.” He took in a deep breath and turned his head away from the smell of her blood.
   Her mind flashed to the memory of him coming at her, chains slamming against the stone walls of his lair. No control. “Octavion!” Kira screamed. “Leave NOW!”
   He drew another breath, let out a ferocious roar and disappeared. Instantly, the forest grew quiet and she knew Luka was about to appear-but it wasn’t Luka that suddenly stood before her. Two Royals, their eyes on fire. One she recognized as Draego, who’d caught her scent in the canyon after the battle with Shandira and her men.
   “We meet again.” Draego said.
   “Been a while since I ate commoner flesh, brother.” The other Royal’s upper lip curled, revealing his sharp feline teeth. “Mind if I take a little bite?”
   Kira turned to run. Draego appeared in front of her, grabbed her by the front of her dress and pushed her to the ground. Her tender back pressed against the hard packed dirt. She screamed with what little air she had left in her lungs.
   Draego pounced on top of her, his face only inches from hers, his putrid breath rushing over her face. All she could think about was fighting back. No way would she be captured again. She grabbed at his face, digging her nails into his cheek. His only reaction a sharp breath.
   “I would recognize your stench anywhere.” He smiled, once again baring his teeth. “And I will reap the bounty for taking your life.”
   “What do mean? What bounty?” Her stomach rose in her throat as his blood dripped on her face and neck. Why hadn’t Luka come to get her?
   “You were a bad little girl, Kira. You killed a prince. And for that, you will die.” His ferocious roar echoed through the trees. He bared his teeth and came at her in a rage. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the sharp pain of his teeth as they punctured her skin, but instead she felt the weight of his body release her. A sudden rush of warm air washed over her and another terrifying cry rang out through the trees.
   When she opened her eyes, she saw Octavion engaged in a vicious battle with Draego. She no more felt the hair on the back of her neck begin to rise than Luka had arrived and pressed the other Royal to the ground. The scene was a blur of wrestling bodies and ferocious snarling. It all happened so fast she could barely tell one from the other.
   “Luka, get her out of here,” Octavion yelled.
   But Luka continued fighting. When she felt another Royal about to arrive, she grabbed a rock from the ground, preparing to defend herself. She knew she would die, but she’d fight to the end.
   “Kira, take my hand,” came a voice from behind her. She spun around to find Cade sitting on the ground, his hand outstretched toward her. She dropped the rock, grabbed his arm and closed her eyes.
   “Go!” she screamed.
   When she felt the cold stone of the courtyard beneath her, she opened her eyes again. Cade sat next to her with a satisfactory grin on his face.
   “That was fun,” he said.
   “Fun? Are you insane? I almost died.”
   He wrinkled up his nose. “Kira put your hand in the water. It will dilute the blood. I might be a cripple, but I am still a Royal.”
   She sprang to her feet and jumped into the fountain. She wasn’t sure if she’d gotten any blood on her clothes, but didn’t want to take a chance. She washed Draego’s blood off her face and hers off her hand. Then turned her attention back to Cade, who now sat on the edge of the fountain-still sporting a smile. He didn’t fool her. She could tell by the way he held himself he was still in pain from his injury.
   “What are you smiling at?” she asked.
   “I finally saved you-pretty impressive, considering the wound in my back isn’t fully healed and I have no legs.” He slapped his thigh.
   “You have wonderful legs and you’re not a cripple,” she scolded. “And yes, you saved me.” She slipped her hand out of the water to check her wound-a tiny puncture that wasn’t even bleeding anymore. She put her thumb over the hole to put pressure on it and tried to step out of the fountain. The weight of her dress pulled her back in. Cade took her arm to steady her so she could swing her legs over the edge. She plopped down next to him, splashing him with water.
   “Can you tell if they’re all right? Are they still fighting?”
   He looked away, an expression of concentration on his youthful face. His happy demeanor faded away and he didn’t respond.
   “Cade? Are they okay?”
   He put his hand up to silence her. Another moment passed and then he smiled. “They are fine. The Royals have left and their injuries are minor.”
   “Injuries? Who’s hurt?”
   He fell silent again. “Luka has a gash on his arm, nothing serious. Octavion. .” He paused.
   “Cade? Please. Is Octavion okay?”
   “Yes, only a scratch. But he is not returning to the castle yet. He says. .” Cade smirked. “Must I repeat this?”
   “Yes.”
   He rolled his eyes. “Well, he apologizes and feels horrible for putting you in harms way. . and. . he says he loves you and will see you tomorrow.” The last part came out in a rush, like he couldn't wait to get it over with. Typical of a sixteen-year-old boy.
   Kira sighed with relief. “Thank you. Did you at least brag to them about saving me?”
   “Of course.”
   “Good.” Her heart still raced from her encounter with the strange Royals. The words they’d said echoed over and over in her head. She'd almost forgotten she'd killed a prince. Shandira's prince. She looked at Cade who watched her intently.
   “Are you well, Kira? Do you want to talk about what happened out there?”
   She shrugged. “I don’t even know.” She told him about the cubs and how Octavion reacted when one of them bit her finger, but the rest was a blur. “They were Royals-that’s all I know.”
   “Did they say anything?”
   “Yeah, Draego said he'd get a bounty for killing me.”
   Cade leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder. “He told you his name?”
   “He didn't have to. When I first escaped from Shandira, I went to the place in the canyon where you battled with the two Royals. The one I hit with my arrow was dead, but the other one was still alive. Draego arrived through a strange portal, along with several others from your world. They collected their dead and wounded. He caught my scent right before someone called him and said they needed to leave. Draego looked right at me and said we'd meet again. Then they were all swept up into this whirlwind and vanished.”
   “Why would they want you dead? None of us were responsible for what happened that day. The blame falls on Shandira and her men.”
   Kira shrugged out from under his touch and started wringing the water from her sleeves. “Because the man I shot was a prince.”
   “A prince?” He looked away and seemed to be concentrating again.
   “Cade, please don’t say anything to Octavion. He has enough to worry about right now.”
   He put his hand up again.
   Boys!
   Waiting impatiently, she began to chill. Soaked to the bone, the slight breeze swirling through the courtyard didn’t help. She gathered her skirt in her hands and wrung as much water out of her dress as she could. It wasn’t an easy task considering Cade watched her every move. She was sure it improper to expose her legs, but it couldn’t be helped. When she saw a grin creep across his face she knew he no longer communicated with his brother, but enjoyed the show.
   “Getting a good eye full?” she teased.
   He turned his attention to her face instead of her legs and then nervously cleared his throat. “Um. . Luka said he knows someone who may have information about this matter.” He acted prim and proper now, but the flush in his cheeks gave him away. “He agreed to keep it from Octavion until he has more information.” Then he grinned and looked back at her legs. “He also instructed me to keep an eye on you.”
   She quickly dropped the soaked fabric and slapped his arm. “Well your injury certainly didn’t mess with your libido.”
   He laughed.
   “Do you have enough strength to take a lady to her room? No way am I dragging this heavy wet dress up those stairs.”
   His forehead furrowed. “You do know it will hurt going through the walls?”
   “Well, I can either suffer a little pain now, or take your mother’s scolding when she sees the mess I leave on her floor as I drip all the way to my room.”
   “I would definitely take the pain.” He laughed again.
   “Why don’t you put us on the balcony? That shouldn’t be too painful.” She grabbed his arm and they were there, both sitting side by side on the ground with their backs against the balcony railing. She gave him another hug and stood. “Can you get to your room okay?”
   He nodded, smiled and was gone.
   When she entered the room, she found Ussay changing the linens on the bed. She hummed a happy little tune and paid no attention to her as she came through the open French doors. Kira walked up behind her and put her hand on Ussay’s back. She screamed and spun around to find Kira soaking wet and dripping all over her clean floor.
   “Kira,” she gasped. She looked her up and down and then put her hands on her hips. “Now what have you done?”

   Kira managed to get through Ussay’s onslaught of questions without revealing the attack or the fact that she’d killed a prince. After getting out of her wet clothes, she took a much needed bath and slipped into her nightgown. It took some convincing, but Ussay reluctantly promised to spend the night with her mother. Kira told her she was no longer in need of constant care, but would expect her friend back in the morning to pick out a dress and help with her hair. Ussay seemed pleased with Kira’s request and agreed to go home.
   As the evening shadows melted into darkness, Kira realized that for the first time since coming to Xantara, neither Octavion nor Ussay would watch her sleep. In a way it brought her peace. She'd be alone with her thoughts and her dreams. Alone to deal with whatever emotions the past few weeks and months had left in her heart, she was also alone with her nightmares and she feared sleep wouldn't come at all-or if it did, it would leave her reliving the things that had brought her pain.
   Although exhausted, Kira wasn’t ready to crawl into bed yet. She’d spent far too many hours there lately and the thought of lying in silence didn’t appeal to her. She wished she had her iPod to keep her mind busy, but instead decided to take in the view. She pulled a shawl from the bench at the end of the bed and went to one of the window seats. It took a moment to get comfortable, but it was worth the effort. Her view fell on the colorful garden below her and the deep blue water of the lake that stretched out almost to the horizon. Only a small section of land separated it from the sky.
   She watched as one by one the stars appeared-their brightness increasing with each passing moment. How she longed to be lying in Octavion’s arms underneath the same sky in her world. Her memory of the clearing, the glowing fire and the warmth of his embrace created a longing for him she’d only experienced in her dreams. So much time had gone by, so much wasted time, littered with tragedy and pain. If only she knew there would be only happiness in the future.
   Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps outside her door until they were nearly upon her. They stopped outside her door-two long shadows appeared beneath it, but the door remained closed.
   “Is someone there?” she asked, but got no reply.
   The shadows moved, and a white envelope slipped beneath the door from the other side.
   “Octavion?” She threw the shawl to the floor and ran to the door, but when she pulled it open and stepped out into the hall, it was empty-almost. A fine white mist lingered for an instant and the welcome aroma of musk engulfed her senses. He’d been there.
   She retrieved the envelope from the floor, closed the door and returned to her perch near the window. She broke the seal, flipped open the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper. She held it to her face and took in a deep breath. She sighed. Just what I need to complete the day. She hesitated for only a second, anticipating his words, then unfolded the paper.
 
   Kira,
   I must keep a distance between us this night.
   Know that I am near and will see you in your dreams.
   Sleep well, my love,
   Octavion
 
   As she read the words again, a sweet melody filtered through the window. Barely a whisper, it drew her in like an invisible string, pulling her toward it. She walked to the glass doors, pulled them open and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool air sent a shiver up her back, but she didn’t care. She heard the melody clearly now. The trill of a flute echoed up the side of the castle and calmed her heart. A lullaby-something to help her sleep. She strained in the darkness so see who played it, but the trees and bushes of the garden kept him hidden. It could only be Octavion. Who knew he could play the flute? Another chill made her quiver.
   A childish giggle escaped as she quickly ran back into the room, ripped the blankets from the bed and grabbed what pillows she could carry. She threw the pillows onto the cold stone floor of the balcony, wrapped herself in the blankets and snuggled down to enjoy her own private performance. She lay with her face pressed gently against the railing, still trying to get a glimpse of him. When his flute fell silent she begged for more.
   “Again,” she pleaded.
   A few moments of silence passed before the melody continued. She lay there, completely content, even though the cool night air threatened to disturb her comfort. She took in each gentle note as it echoed across the lake. Somewhere between reality and her dreams, it stopped again. She pulled herself awake.
   “Don’t stop,” she mumbled. “Please. . one more.”
   The music began again, but this time it faded into the night as she finally gave into sleep.
 
   When Kira woke several hours later, she’d been tucked warmly into her bed. The sun wasn’t up yet, but its predawn light crept across the floor, splashing across the far wall. She remembered Octavion commenting on how beautiful the sunrises were, so she took her covers to the window seat and waited. As the stars faded away and the sky glowed in several shades of amber, she was taken aback. She couldn’t recall ever seeing the hues that shone across the morning sky-their perfect reflection mirrored in the motionless lake below. She sat there until the sun made its appearance and a fine mist settled on the lake-a scene Lydia would have captured perfectly with her camera.
   Lost in the memory of her friend, she barely heard a sweet voice say her name. She looked around the room, but no one was there. Was she hearing a memory? She released her body from the blanket cocoon and stepped over to the door. She opened it, but saw no one.
   “I must be losing my mind.” She closed the door, but when she turned around to go back to the window, someone had taken her place.
   “You are Kira.” A little girl in a white nightgown bounced up and down on the window seat. She flipped her long blonde hair behind her back with a jerk of her head.
   Kira smiled. “And you must be Arela.” She crossed the room and sat next to her. “How old are you?”
   Arela dropped to her knees, straitened her spine and stuck her tiny pert nose in the air. “I am in my sixth year and I am very smart.” Then she relaxed again and giggled. “My mother says I am. . obstinate. Do you know what that means?”
   “I do. It means you are stubborn.”
   “Yes, but I am not. I believe she is teasing me. My brothers like to tease me. Do you know my brothers?”
   “I do.” Kira got a kick out of her banter. She talked so quickly it was like listening to a cartoon character on fast forward.
   “Your hair is pretty. How did you get that scar on your face? You talk funny-did you know that?” Arela leaned closer to Kira’s face. “Your eyes are too dark. Are you going to the festival today?”
   She didn’t give Kira a chance to answer any of her questions before jumping off the seat. She ran to the bed, propelled herself up and started bouncing up and down. Pillows flew in all directions. Arela giggled and twirled around as she jumped. Kira feared she would fall, so moved to the bed and grabbed Arela around the waist, pulling her off. Kira lowered Arela’s feet to the ground.
   “Arela, will you do Kira a favor and see if Ussay has arrived at the castle yet?” Arela spun around in circles, making the ruffles on her gown fly. When she stopped she lost her balance and stumbled. Kira caught her before she hit the floor.
   “I spin too fast.” Arela looked up at Kira with beautiful brown eyes. “I will get Ussay.” And she vanished.
   Kira hadn’t expected her to do the usual Royal disappearing act. It took her by complete surprise. She stood there with her hands outstretched as if the little girl were still in them. Before she had a chance to recover, Kira felt Arela about to enter the room. It was the first time Kira had been able to distinguish between Royals. Arela’s sweet spirit surrounded her seconds before her wiggly little body appeared.
   “Ussay is coming now. She wanted to race, but she is too fast for me, so. . boosh, I win.” She held up her arms in triumph.
   Kira gave her a quick hug. “Thank you, Arela.”
   Arela giggled and climbed back on the bed. She stood and gave one little bounce right as Ussay came through the door.
   “Arela,” she scolded. “You know better. Get down from Kira’s bed.”
   “Yes, Miss Ussay.” Arela’s smile quickly turned to a frown. She slid off the bed and came to stand next to them. “Lady Kira?” She curtsied. “I am sorry for jumping on your bed.”
   “Thank you, Arela.”
   Then, as quickly as it faded, her spicy personality returned. She skipped over to the door and then turned to look at Ussay. “Can Kira come to the moon festival?”
   “I will leave that up to her, Arela-perhaps if she is up to it.” Ussay looked at Kira and lowered her voice. “How is your stomach? Would you like something to eat?”
   “I'm actually feeling much better. Octavion's flute playing last night did wonders for my mood and to be perfectly honest, I'm starving.”
   Ussay's eyes widened. “Octavion plays the flute?”
   “Well, yeah. I mean, I guess it was him. The music came from the garden right after he sent me a note. Who else would it be?”
   Arela impatiently cleared her throat. They were obviously not paying enough attention to her.
   Ussay scolded her again. “Now run along. Kira needs to dress.”
   Arela’s bottom lip pushed out a frown. “A prince would never stoop to play such an instrument. Flutes are for commoners. . and Darkords.” She turned and took a step toward the door, then stopped and spun around with a giddy smile plastered on her pretty little face. “There will be music at the festival. Perhaps your flute player will be there.” She took one more twirl, making her ruffles flip up in the air, and disappeared.

   Kira continued watching the place where Arela’s angelic mist melted away. She felt the blood rush from her face as everything in the room seemed to tilt ever so slightly. Ussay grabbed her arm and helped her to the bed, but Kira slid to the floor beside it instead. She pulled her legs up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them.
   What if it was a Darkord playing that flute? Or Draego? Or any number of people who could have done her harm? And who put her to bed? She had to be more careful. She'd made enough stupid mistakes in the past, all of them putting herself and her friends in more danger. The last one-trying to keep Shandira from entering the portal to Xantara-could have caused Lydia's death. It was the first time she'd let herself think about her role in that and to take full blame for what happened. A sharp stabbing ache settled in her heart. She pressed her fingertips against the pain and tried to push it away, but it didn't help.
   She'd killed her best friend. It was that simple.
   “What is it?” Ussay asked.
   Kira shook her head. “Nothing. All that spinning must have made me dizzy.”
   Ussay put her hand on Kira’s shoulder. “Shall I get you some food before you dress? That may help.”
   Kira nodded.
   Ussay stood and exited the room, leaving Kira alone with her guilt. But she wasn't really alone. Altaria still lived within her and she could feel her spirit warm her heart and take some of the pain away.
   “Al, I'm so sorry. I'd give my life if it meant you and Lydia could be together again. I hope you know that.” Tears threatened to come, but she pushed them away. She was tired of crying, sick of being weak. That part of her died when her mother left and she never wanted to go back-never wanted to be a mouse again.
   Kira untangled her gown from around her legs, stood and went to the French doors. She jiggled the handle. Locked. Whoever put her to bed either left through the inside door leading to the hallway or was a Royal and saw the inside of her room. Even if she kept the doors locked from now on, he’d be able to see it in his mind and pop in anytime he wanted.
   A shiver ran through her. Who would do that? If it were Draego and his brother, they would have killed her, not tucked her into bed. It had to be Octavion. But if she asked him, and it wasn’t, he’d freak-probably lock her away where no one could get to her. At the very least, he’d hover and not let her have a moment of independence or privacy.
   She made a mental note to ask Cade next time she saw him. In the meantime, she’d have to be more careful. Not assume anything and keep her wits about her. No more stupid moves.
   When Ussay returned with breakfast, Kira had already dressed, made her bed and sat on the window seat watching the staff scurry about in the garden, clipping old buds off bushes and trimming the shrubs. She couldn’t help but notice Mara sitting near one of the many fountains, barking orders and pointing out all their mistakes. Maybe her sharp tongue came from pregnancy hormones-though Kira doubted it.
   “Is she always like that?” Kira asked.
   Ussay leaned over and looked out the window to see who Kira pointed at. “Lady, Mara?”
   “Yeah.”
   “She tends to be nicer when Nestor returns from one of his many business trips. I think she misses him terribly.”
   “That makes sense. I’d be grouchy too if Octavion were away a lot, especially if I was that pregnant.”
   While Kira ate, Ussay straightened the rest of the room and remade the bed. Kira didn’t say anything, she figure if someone checked to see if it had been done properly Ussay would get the blame, not Kira for messing it up.
   Ussay gathered the dirty clothes and linens and left the room. A few minutes later she returned with a lavender dress, matching ribbons and a white shawl. She laid them out on the bed.
   Kira looked down at the simple prairie-type dress she’d chosen that morning. “I’m already dressed.”
   “The festival is a very important time for us. I thought you might want something special. It is up to you, of course.”
   “Oh, well in that case. .” What could it hurt? Lavender was one of her favorite colors.
   Ussay scurried about, first helping Kira take off her dress, then helping her put on the other one. She braided her hair with tiny ribbons, weaving them through the intricate braid and forming a bow at the end.
   “I have enquired about the flute music to the night staff.” Ussay blurted. “No one saw or heard anything. Are you sure you did not dream it?”
   “I’m sure.”
   “We should tell Octavion. He would want to know if a stranger is near the castle, especially so near to your room.” She glanced up at Kira.
   “No, I don’t want him to know. Not yet.”
   Ussay shook her head. “I cannot keep something like this from him.”
   “I’m not asking you to deceive him or lie, just. . please, don’t volunteer the information. Can you do that?”
   Ussay nodded. “I can try, but he knows me. I have never been able to keep anything from him.” Then she took away the breakfast tray and left the room.
   Kira stepped to the full length mirror and took in the full effect of her girly outfit and hair. If it weren’t for the scar on her face and dark eyes, she’d have admitted she looked beautiful. As it was, she knew people wouldn’t notice her dress as much as her red hair and ebony eyes. At least they’d lightened a little since she woke and emerald green shone around the edges.
   Kira glanced over the shoulder of her reflected image when Ussay returned to the room. “Thanks for your help. I do look better in this.”
   “You are very welcome.” Ussay stepped to Kira’s side and adjusted a strand of hair, tucking it behind a section of ribbon. “Are you ready?”
   Kira nodded. Her stomach in knots-nerves, she told herself. She took a deep breath, practiced her smile with a brief curtsy and followed Ussay out the door. When they got to the top of the stairs, she felt him. Octavion’s spirit embraced her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed before, but now that she knew her ability to sense an approaching Royal was a rare gift, she seemed to be more in tune with the differences, more able to distinguish between one Royal and another. She recognized Octavion’s loving spirit long before his masculine physique appeared-behind her.
   “May I be your escort, my lady?” Kira felt the warmth of his breath on her neck and it made her shiver. He put his hand on the small of her back and turned her to face him. “Are you all right?” he asked in gentle, smooth tones.
   Kira smiled. “I’m fine now.”
   He crooked his arm in her direction. “Shall we?”
   Ussay waited at the bottom of the steps, so Kira linked her arm with his and together they began their decent. For some reason, Kira thought the festivities would be in the garden. Maybe because she’d seen Mara there earlier and the servants seemed to be preparing it for something. But Octavion led both girls in the opposite direction-through the front door and into the courtyard.
   Octavion motioned for Ussay to come closer. “We can go together.”
   Ussay’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. I will walk.”
   “Nonsense. This is much quicker and more fun.” He wrapped one arm around Kira’s waist and pulled her close, then opened his other arm, coaxing Ussay closer.
   “Fun?” Ussay swallowed hard. “When I was a child you dropped me in the river.”
   Octavion threw his head back in a laugh that came from his gut. “I forgot about that. You were being a pest that day, asking too many questions. I thought cooling you off would do the trick.”
   A shy smile spread across Ussay’s face, her cheeks a little pinker. “I was a curious child. That is true.” She stepped into the crook of his arm and he drew her in.
   “Close your eyes ladies. This one will be quick.”

   Kira barely clamped her eyes shut and they were there. No bright lights. No romantic sensations. Nothing. It was then that she realized how much control Octavion had over Kira’s emotions when they traveled. He obviously didn’t want to share any of that with Ussay, so held everything back. She had to admit, she preferred the other way of traveling. It was as though their spirits intertwined and were one. She liked knowing he’d shared that part of him with her and no one else.
   Ussay giggled as she stepped away from Octavion’s hold. “I forgot how much fun that is. Thank you.”
   Octavion chuckled. “And you are dry.”
   “Yes, and a little dizzy.” She scanned the crowd before setting eyes on Cade. A smile spread across her innocent face. “Cade is here and it looks like he saved us a place to sit.” Ussay ran her hands down the front of her skirt, combed her fingers through her long brown hair, then walked off in Cade’s direction.
   Kira wasn’t dizzy, but it did take her a moment to get her bearings and figure out exactly where they’d landed. The festival spread out in front of her, alive with people buzzing about, children laughing, and merchants displaying their wares. Canopies stretched over long poles for shade and several colorful tents were scattered around the large open field where the children played. Off to one side several small fires burned in rock lined pits. Three roasted the carcass of a large animal stretched out on a spit. Large cast iron pots hung from tripods over the others.
   Kira turned to see the landscape behind her and realized they were on a hill overlooking Xantara. The view was almost identical to the scene Lydia had shown her when she opened the portal to show how she’d taken pictures of her homeland. Only they were a little further away from the cemetery. From where she stood, Kira saw several headstones and a mound of freshly turned soil. It made her heart clench. She missed Lydia more than ever. She would have loved coming to the festival and sharing Xantara’s traditions with her friend.
   Kira leaned into Octavion’s arms in hopes of getting a little comfort. Instead, they were instantly surrounded by little bundles of energy, laughing and wiggling around them. Unsurprisingly, Arela had proclaimed herself as leader of the pack. She grabbed Octavion’s arm and pulled him toward the swelling crowd.
   “Octavion, come play with us,” she pleaded.
   He looked at Kira as if she would save him, but she happily encouraged his kidnapping. After watching the mob of children carry him away, she glanced around to find Ussay. She didn’t see her anywhere, but spotted Cade sitting on a long bench with plenty of room beside him for all of them to sit-if Octavion ever escaped.
   Kira sighed. As much as she missed Lydia, she wanted to forget about feeling sad, along with everything else that had happened, and enjoy the festivities. She lifted the hem of her dress off the ground and walked the short distance to where Cade sat.
   “Good day, Kira. We wondered if you would join us.”
   “Yeah? Wouldn’t miss it.” She sat next to him, giving a gentle pat to his thigh. “Where’s Ussay. I thought she said she was going to sit with you.”
   Cade cleared his throat. “She is not happy with me at the moment. I believe she went to find her aunt and mother.”
   “Why? What did you do?”
   Cade looked down at his hands where he twisted a thread between his fingers. “I believe she has feelings for me, has for quite some time. I felt it was time I told her the truth.”
   “Which is?”
   “I do not feel the same.”
   “Oh,” Kira said. She struggled with what to say-Cade and Ussay had both been nice to her; she wasn’t about to take sides. So she simply said, “I understand.” And left it at that.
   “So what exactly is a moon festival, anyway?” Kira asked after several moments of awkward silence.
   “A time to celebrate the end of the feeding. At least that is what it means to the servants and their families. For us, it is our way of showing them our gratitude. It also helps them feel more comfortable around us and it is the only time we mingle with them freely like this.”
   As Kira listened to Cade’s explanation, her eyes focused on Octavion. Arela had tied a red scarf around his eyes so he couldn’t see. The children ran circles around him as he tried to catch them. “I’ve never seen him like this.”
   “Ha! This is nothing. When I was younger, he would invent games for us and he instigated many pranks. But today is the first time I have seen him truly happy since his return.” He paused for a moment. “We have you to thank for that.”
   Cade chuckled as Octavion scooped up one of the children and spun him around.
   “Gotcha,” he shouted in English, then pulled off the scarf. “Go find Luka. He is much better at this game.”
   Luka stood near what Kira could only describe as a ‘gaggle’ of chatty girls, all very young and beautiful. They hung on his every word and seemed completely satisfied with the attention. When he saw the children coming at him, he put his hands up to ward them off. The girls quickly retreated, leaving him to his captors. The children hauled him off like a bunch of ants carrying away a scrap of bread. Kira felt a peaceful contentment wash over her heart and she smiled as she watched Octavion approach.
   “Are you enjoying yourself?” He settled on the bench beside her and lightly touched her arm with his fingertips.
   “I am, actually. Cade is very good company.” She gently jabbed Cade’s arm with her elbow. “He’s educating me on your childhood.”
   Octavion growled. “You better not tell her any of my secrets, cousin.”
   Cade laughed. “Would I do that?” He looked at Kira and winked.
   “Yes, you would.” Octavion put his hand out for Kira to take. “I would like you to meet someone.”
   She feigned a fearful expression. “Should I be afraid?”
   He smiled. “Oh, yes, very afraid.” Then he stood and pulled her up after him. He led her to the other side of the grass area where the children played. All around the perimeter were tents, lean-tos and canopies of all sizes, shapes and colors. Some were decorated with furs and fabric, while others were plain and simple. They came to a canopy, by far the most ornate, that stayed cool under the shade of several trees. Shrubs and flowers surrounded it and just inside the large opening was a throne-an empty throne.
   “What. .”
   “Wait,” he said.
   The entire festival of people fell silent as everyone, even the children, turned toward them. People came out of their tents and gathered close. Octavion raised one hand into the air and they all knelt. She felt the most powerful, majestic spirit engulf her, so strong it took her breath away. It only lasted a few seconds, but when the king appeared and she glimpsed his grand countenance, she instinctively fell to her knees and lowered her eyes. Beside her Octavion knelt on one knee.
   “Kira, raise your head,” Octavion whispered.
   Kira slowly brought her eyes to meet the king’s. There she saw gentleness, compassion. He smiled at her, then scanned the crowd. When he stepped down from the throne and offered his hand to Kira, the crowd gasped.
   “You must be Kira,” he said in a smooth voice, his tone completely composed, confident.
   “Yes.” She wanted to say ‘your majesty’ or ‘your highness’, but wasn’t sure what was proper. Instead, she placed her hand in his and let him gently pull her to her feet.
   Octavion stood as well.
   Kira felt entranced by the king-the mirror image of his son, with only with a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and gray around his temples. However, unlike Octavion, he exuded tranquility. She felt a sense of peace surrounding her as he bowed his head to her. She assumed he had paid her a great gesture of respect and honor. To have a king bow to a commoner was unheard of, even in her world. He gently pressed his lips to the back of her hand and then straightened.
   “You are indeed a vision of purity, my child. My son has made a wise choice.” He released her hand and motioned for the others to continue with their games. Then he returned to his throne.
   After discovering his deception about Serena’s death, she’d thought the king to be some kind of monster. She’d already decided she hated the man, but now she didn’t know what to think. He seemed like a compassionate father who loved his kingdom. She couldn’t help wondering if it was all a show for the crowd. She hoped not-she really wanted to like him.
   Octavion took her hand and led her through the swarm of buzzing children where Luka busily entertained them. He had one child on each arm while spinning them around in circles. As he caught sight of their escape, he pleaded for Octavion to rescue him.
   “Not a chance, cousin,” he said. “I have princely duties to attend to.”
   Luka growled as several of the children pulled him to the ground and the others piled on top.
   Octavion escorted Kira back to her seat, then crouched in front of her. He tried to look in her eyes, but she pretended to pay attention to Mara, who now sat nearby. Several women gathered around while Mara gave advice on how to raise the perfect child. Spoiled child was more like it, although Kira had to admit she liked Arela very much.
   “Kira, are you sure you are not keeping something from me?”
   Kira looked into his eyes and tried to be convincing. She smiled. “I’m sure. Now go save Luka.”
   He grimaced. “Must I?”
   “I love watching you with the children.” She looked over his shoulder to find Luka down on all fours giving rides. “Besides, I want to see if I can pull more secrets out of your cousin, here.”
   Cade wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I will take care of her.”
   Octavion’s expression turned more serious, his attention focused on Cade. “I forgot to thank you for bringing her back to the castle.” He paused for a moment. “I owe you.”
   Cade seemed uncomfortable with the compliment. “You owe me nothing.”
   As Octavion walked away, Cade leaned closer and whispered, “What is wrong?”
   She rubbed a piece of lace at her cuff between her fingers. “Nerves-meeting the king and all.”
   “Kira, I am not a fool. Is it the prince thing? I have not told Octavion, if that is what you are worried about.” He turned in his seat so he faced her. “You are safe in Xantara. It is rare for a strange Royal to penetrate the castle walls without permission. The penalty is severe and we always take extreme precautions to prevent it.”
   “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not in the castle. We’re not even inside the village walls anymore.”
   “True, but you have me to protect you here.” He winked, then slapped one of his legs. “As long as I do not have to chase them down, you should be safe enough.”
   “I’m not worried about that,” she lied. “And I’m sure you’re a great protector” She tried to straightened the now mutilated piece of lace. “Can I ask you something?”
   Cade folded his arms and waited for her to continue, but she didn’t know how to ask. He’d want to know the reason behind her question.
   “Umm. . I wonder what kind of music you have in your world. I miss it.”
   A smirk crossed Cade’s face. “Music? That is your question?”
   “Yeah. I thought you’d have some musicians here at the festival. Arela said there might be a flute player. Does Octavion play the flute?” She hadn’t planned to make the question so specific, but now that she had, she regretted it.
   Cade let out a hoot. “Octavion? Play a flute?” He broke out in laughter, so hard she couldn’t tell if she’d said something funny or felt great pain-or both. One hand held his stomach while the other clenched the spot on his back where he’d been injured. Every time he took a breath he moaned from the pain, then went right back to laughing.
   Kira slapped his arm. “Stop that, people are staring.” Two women sitting with Mara craned their necks to see around a rather plump lady in a red dress. Kira smiled and shrugged, pretending she had no idea why Cade acted like a complete imbecile. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
   A few more guttural laughs and Cade finally slowed to an occasional chuckle. “Why would you ask such a thing? A Royal-no a prince-would never stoop to play an instrument meant for a commoner, especially Octavion.” He stretched, but cringed before his back straightened completely.
   “I asked about music in general. The part about Octavion playing a flute just slipped out.”
   “Then the answer is yes. We usually have music at events like this.” He turned to face her, his expression grave. “But we felt it improper because Xantara is still in mourning.”
   “Oh.” Kira felt like she’d been kicked in the gut. Only a few days had passed since Lydia’s death. Of course they’d want to respect the Royal family’s feelings.
   “I am sorry, Kira. I wish I could speak to you about it, but-”
   “I know,” she blurted, putting her hand up between them. “You’re not allowed.”
   They sat in silence for a moment. Cade cleared his throat again. “Would you like something to drink? I could call Octavion to fetch us something.”
   Kira quickly scanned the crowd for Octavion. Several young boys watched him with intent curiosity while he twisted a piece of rope or leather in his hands. “No, he’s enjoying himself. Point me in the right direction and I’ll get something for us.”
   “Are you sure? I could send someone to find Ussay.”
   “I’m sure. I need to get up and move around anyway.” She stood and turned to face him. “Anything particular you want?”
   He pointed to a large canopy where several wooden barrels were stacked. Three lay on their sides with spigots drilled into the ends. A large robust man stood next to them, filling cups in a variety of sizes provided by the villagers lined up beside him. “Unless you want to scoop water from the river down below, there is no other choice than what is provided for us in those barrels. Do not worry though. King Belesgar always provides the best nectar for the festivals.”
   “Nectar?”
   “A mixture of several local fruits. It is quite delicious.”
   Kira wrinkled her nose. “It isn’t wine, is it? I hate wine.”
   Cade laughed. “No, Belesgar saves that for special occasions.”
   “Oh.” Kira glanced back to the man dispensing the fruit juice. “We didn’t bring cups.”
   “No need. He provides them for Royals.”
   Kira propped her fists on her hips. “I’m not a Royal. I’m a commoner, remember?” She understood there had to be a hierarchy of some sort, but hated how commoners were treated like a lower life form; just one step away from being slaves. Barbaric.
   Cade smirked. “You are far from common. You will be queen one day.”
   “Whatever.” She dropped her hands and walked away. As much as she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Octavion, she knew in her heart she wasn’t queen material. Not even close. Even the thought made the hairs on her arms twitch. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d proposed.
   The line of people waiting to get their cups filled wrapped around the refreshment tent, past the display of intricately woven baskets and stopped behind stacks of cages filled with live poultry. The birds-for lack of a better description-were unlike any foul she’d ever seen. The strangest one had light blue feathers on its chest, green feet and a large red quill sticking out the top of its head. The rest of its body was totally bare, as if shaved clean. They were loud and obnoxious, the stench almost unbearable.
   Kira took her place at the end of the line despite several offers to let her go to the front. Everyone she met seemed nice-smiled, curtsied or offered to assist her in some way-but she couldn’t help notice the stares. Whether it was her hair, eyes, or the fact she was from another planet, she didn’t know, but it bugged her. Even if their intensions were good, she still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she was on display. But then, she’d felt that a lot lately.
   She tried to blow it off and enjoy the contrast between the warm sun beating down on her skin and the cool breeze wafting up from the distant lake. Unfortunately, the line moved agonizingly slow and the stench from the birds soon became unbearable. After several minutes of trying not to breathe, she decided her thirst wasn’t worth sacrificing fresh air. She slipped out of line and began making her way back to her seat near Cade. As she rounded the corner of the basket weaver’s tent-almost tripping over the guide wire-her focus shifted to the cemetery. Lydia’s final resting place called to her as if they still shared the magical connection of the Crystor.
   Kira twisted the tiny thread of silver between her fingers, being careful not to kink the bracelet. It had no powers now-even its magical qualities couldn’t connect her with Lydia beyond the grave-but she was sure the reason it hadn’t fallen off was because of Altaria. Their connection seemed more important now than ever.
   “Would you like to visit her grave?” she said aloud so Altaria could hear.
   A warm sensation filled her heart. She wasn’t sure she could endure the grief that visiting Lydia’s grave would bring, but if that’s what her new kindred spirit wanted, she’d do it. She lifted the hem of her skirt and began the walk up the slight incline to the cemetery.
   “Kira!”
   Kira released her skirt and let out a deep sigh. Octavion. So much for visiting her friend. She slowly turned, making no effort to close the distance between them.
   “Where are you going?” Octavion said as he came close enough for her to see into his eyes. Happiness shone in his countenance-more than she’d ever seen before. He brushed an unruly strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Cade said you were thirsty. You should have said something. I would have gone for you.”
   Kira smiled up at him, trying not to reveal the disappointment in him finding her. She felt the pull of Lydia’s grave even more strongly now that she’d been interrupted. “I wanted to go for a walk.” She motioned toward the cemetery. “Please don’t tell me there’s some stupid law against visiting her grave. It’s bad enough not being able to talk about her.”
   Octavion closed his eyes for a moment, as if praying for help to find the right words. He opened his deep blue eyes and took her hands in his. “I need to talk to you about something, but. .” He glanced in the direction of his father, then turned back to face her. “Not now. Not here.”
   Kira pulled her hands from his and wrapped her arms around herself. “Look. I know you can’t talk about her. I know you can get in trouble if you do. Fine. I get it. But you’ve had time to grieve. You went to her funeral. You said your goodbyes. I need to see her grave. I need to tell her how much I miss her.” She turned away from him to hide the tears streaming down her face.
   His warmth engulfed her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. His lips brushed her ear. “Then I shall take you.”
   “Alone.”
   Octavion stiffened. “Kira, I-”
   Kira spun around, breaking his hold on her. “Don’t say no. I need this.”
   Their eyes locked for a few tense moments before he finally spoke. “Very well, then. But I want to stay here where I can see you if you need me.”
   “But-”
   He pressed his lips to hers, most likely to keep her from protesting. When they parted, she leaned into his arms and let him comfort her. She inhaled, her breath catching before her lungs filled with air. He smelled so good-felt even better. She didn’t want to leave the security of his arms, but she had no choice. She needed to do this-for herself and for Altaria.

   Kira let a handful of dirt sift through her fingers. She thought kneeling by Lydia’s grave would be unbearable, that she’d break down in gut wrenching sobs, begging her for forgiveness. Instead, she felt nothing but emptiness. The body that lay beneath was not her friend, but a hollow shell where a loving spirit once lived. In her heart she knew Lydia hadn’t left them-not completely. She felt her everywhere and knew she would always be with her-like Altaria.
   That’s how she’d survive this, knowing Lydia’s spirit still lived and watched over them. It gave her hope. Hope that one day Altaria and Lydia would reunite-in death.
   She wondered if they believed in heaven on Ophira. She hoped so. “We’ll see her again, Al. I promise.”
   This time, no warmth burned within her, no sign that Altaria even existed. Only a cold chill buried deep beneath the surface of her skin. She ached to see Lydia’s face, crooked smile and those beautiful green eyes with their flicker of Altaria’s icy blue behind them.
   A soft whimper filled Kira’s ears and for a brief moment she thought it was her imagination. After all, she’d heard and seen things in her mind before. But then it came again-a girl’s muffled sobs.
   Kira looked to see if Octavion still watched. He crouched in front of one of the boys she’d seen him with earlier, a piece of rope tangled in the youth’s fingers. Octavion laughed, then took the strand of rope from him. It warmed places in her heart she didn’t know she had-places where even Altaria’s sorrow couldn’t reach.
   Another heart wrenching sob filtered through the trees. As much as she didn’t want to intrude, she felt pulled toward the sound. She knew all too well what it felt like to be alone with your grief. Maybe she could give some comfort or at the very least make a new friend in this wild and dangerous world.
   Kira stood, brushed the dirt and grass from her skirt and started through the trees toward a stone structure, its walls crumbling from age and neglect. She followed the whimpers through a wooden door sagging from a single rusty hinge. Her heart clenched when she recognized the plain tan dress and brown hair hunched over a stone bench.
   “Ussay?” Kira rushed to her side, the cold damp stone pressing against her knees as she knelt. “What it is? Are you hurt?”
   The girl laughed, then slowly turned to face Kira. “Looking for someone?” Everything about the imposter felt evil, right down to her sinister grin and black eyes. A female Darkord.
   Crap!
   Kira tried to stand, but her feet tangled in her dress and she fell back to the ground. The girl reached out and grabbed Kira’s leg, but Kira dug her heel in the dirt between two stones and pushed as hard as she could, trying to break the girl’s hold. The girl lurched forward and grabbed a handful of Kira’s dress. Kira managed a good kick to the girl’s face with a thrust of her foot. Blood sprayed onto the girl’s dress-Ussay’s dress. Panic gripped Kira’s heart as she quickly scanned the room. Where was Ussay?
   The girl buried her face in her hands, giving Kira the freedom she needed to escape. “You broke my nose,” the girl yelled. “Get her!”
   Kira jumped to her feet and ran full force into a solid mass of muscle, a man’s chest. Before she could change directions, he wrapped an arm around her waist and grabbed her braid, yanking her head back.
   “And where do you think you are going?” he asked.
   “Let go of me!” Kira drove the heel of her hand up under his chin and thrust her knee into his groin. The man released a guttural groan before doubling over, pulling her to the ground with him. She’d forgotten about her tender back until it slammed onto the stone floor. She rolled to her side and tried to catch her breath.
   The girl stood next to Kira and sliced the blade of her knife through the front of Ussay’s dress, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. Underneath, she wore black leather pants and a thin blouse that left very little to the imagination. She kicked the dress aside, then used the same boot to kick Kira square in belly.
   Kira grabbed her stomach and drew her knees up. “What do you want from me?”
   “Get up!” the girl said.
   “Not until you tell me-”
   The girl delivered another kick, cutting off Kira’s words. “I said get up!”
   “Okay, okay.” Kira choked out the words, then rolled to her knees and pull herself to her feet-the pain in her stomach made it almost impossible to straighten. She stepped back from her attackers. “Now what? Torture? Poison? Or maybe you just want to mess with my head.”
   The man regained his feet and circled around to grab Kira from behind. He drew his knife and put the blade to her throat. “How about I cut your tongue out to silence that mouth?”
   “Well you wouldn’t be the first to try.” Kira grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away. It only made him tighten his arm around her stomach and apply more pressure. Bile rose in her throat and she had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up-although spewing vomit all over the Darkord did cross her mind.
   “Enzo!” the girl called over her shoulder. “Bring her out here!”
   A shuffling sound came from the back of the structure, followed by a muffled whimper. A few seconds later, another man, this one far more dangerous looking than the first, came from under the staircase with Ussay in his arms-his hand pressed firmly over her mouth. She wore a soiled slip torn free from one shoulder and her eyes were red and swollen, her face stained with tears.
   “Let her go,” Kira demanded.
   “I will release her after I deliver a message from a friend of yours,” the girl said, her voice now a little too nasal. “You remember Shandira, yes?” She stepped closer, so close Kira could see the break in her nose. “She seeks revenge for what you have done and we are more than eager to deliver a blow that will bring you and your prince the kind of grief she suffers.”
   The girl reached into a small pouch hanging from her belt and pulled out a bundle about six inches long and as big around as her wrist. She unfolded the flaps of leather to expose a clump of long, white, needle-like spikes. She gripped it at the base with the piece of leather, then brought it up to Kira’s face. She spread the spines out, exposing a clear membrane that held them together like the lace on a fancy Victorian fan.
   Ussay gasped, bit down on the man’s hand and tried to wrestle out of his arms. “Kira, do not let them touch you with tha-” Her words were cut off by a solid punch to her ribcage. The man clamped his hand back over her mouth.
   “Ussay! Don’t fight them,” Kira yelled. “Do what they say.” She glanced at the open door, hoping Octavion would notice her missing from the cemetery and come to find her. Even if she screamed, she wasn’t sure she’d be heard over all the noise from the festival. And she hadn’t gained enough strength back from her last ordeal with Shandira to fight more than she already had. Now, more than ever, she wished Altaria would take control of her body so she could kick some Darkord butt.
   “What is that?” Kira asked. After Ussay’s reaction, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.
   The girl made a grand gesture with the object, lightly brushing it across Kira’s cheek-as if that alone would scare her. “The dorsal fin of a S’Kiff-a beautiful fish that lives in the depths of our many oceans. One prick to your skin will bring you more pain than you can bear.” A menacing grin crossed her face. “And render your womb barren and your prince without an heir.”
   Her words pierced Kira’s heart. In this world, having an heir meant everything, especially for a prince. Kira had taken Shandira’s hope of giving her prince an heir and now she planned to do the same to her.
   “Kira!” Octavion called from a distance.
   The man holding Ussay pushed her to the ground and took off through an opening in the back of the structure.
   “Coward,” the girl yelled.
   All at once the room exploded with voices and movement. Ussay screamed. Octavion appeared at the door demanding Kira’s release. Seconds later Luka-with three other Royals-entered the room, completely transformed and ready to fight.
   Kira lurched forward after being shoved by her captor, who Octavion immediately took down. As big and strong as the man seemed, he didn’t have a chance. The force behind the man’s shove, caused Kira to slam full force into the girl and both tumbled to the ground in a heap. For several blurred moments, Kira wasn’t sure who was where and which groan or cry of profanity came from whom.
   Then just as fast as it had begun, it was over. Both of her male attackers had been killed and the woman lie unconscious, a large section of the S’Kiff’s dorsal fin buried in her stomach. Gripped tightly in her right hand were the three remaining spikes, one with the tip broken off. Luka stepped to her side and slit her throat.
   Kira gasped. “Why did you do that?”
   Luka wiped his knife on the girl’s shirt and slipped it back in its sheath. “Trust me. She would have begged me to do that when she woke.” He pulled his tunic over his head and handed it to Ussay. “Cover yourself, then I will take you home.”
   Octavion helped Kira from the floor and examined her. “Are you hurt?”
   “No, I’m fine.” But she didn’t feel fine. Her gut ached where the girl kicked her and an infernal burning in her arm made her fingers tingle. She pulled her sleeve up to see if maybe she’d been scratched or hit a piece of debris when she fell and got a sliver. About halfway between her wrist and the crook of her arm was a huge red welt-in the center, the tip of a S’Kiff’s dorsel fin.

   “Where is Ussay?” Octavion asked. He’d brought Kira to her room in the castle the instant he saw the welt on her arm. Not because of the wound itself, but because the fin needed to be removed and he couldn’t do it himself for fear of it bleeding.
   “She is in the hall.” Luka said. “I tried taking her home so she could get cleaned up and change, but she insisted on staying with Kira. She feels responsible.”
   “I need her to remove this,” Octavion said.
   “No!” Kira yelled. “She’s not touching it. I don’t want to take a chance of her getting pricked by it. I’ll do it myself, just give me a pair of tweezers or a knife. I can get it out.”
   Octavion sat on the bed next to Kira, her face scrunched in pain. He didn’t have the heart to tell her how bad it would get before her ordeal was over-worse than any physical torture she’d ever endured. And the long term damage would render her barren. Although they’d never discussed having children, he knew it would break her heart.
   He took Kira’s trembling hand. “Look at you. You are shaking. There is no way you can take that out. At least let Luka get Gregor. Ussay can be here if he needs her help.”
   Luka disappeared from the room without a word. A few moments later he burst through the door, Gregor in tow.
   The old man grumbled something under his breath before he spoke. “You boys think you can rip me from my home at a moment’s notice and assume I will be at your beck and call day and night. I do have other patients and-”
   “Gregor!” Octavion scolded. “Stop complaining. My father pays you well to be at our disposal. Have you forgotten that?”
   Gregor’s face softened. “No, dear prince. Please forgive my rudeness. I did not know it was you who required my services.” He moved closer and bowed.
   Ussay stood at the door, still wearing Luka’s tunic over her torn slip. “May I help?” Her voice barely a whisper.
   “Yes,” Octavion said. “But I need to speak with you first.” Lacing his fingers through Kira’s hair, he held her tear stained face in his hands. He wiped the moisture from under her eyes with his thumbs then kissed her forehead. “I need to explain what will happen next-what the S’Kiff will do to you.”
   Kira’s chin quivered and more tears welled up in her eyes. “I already know. And I know you’ll need to choose someone else to marry now. Someone who can give you an heir. You can take me back home. I don’t belong here anyway.”
   “What? No. I do not want anyone else. We belong together-whether in your world or mine. This changes nothing, Kira. Do you understand? Nothing.”
   Kira stifled a sob. “It changes everything.”
   Octavion took her in his arms and held her close. “I love you. Nothing can change that. Not even this.” A spasm ran through her body and he laid her back on the pillows. Her injured arm shook violently.
   “It hurts,” she cried, pulling her arm close to her body. “Get this thing out of me. Make it stop.”
   Octavion turned to Luka. “Perhaps Mara would be better suited to explain this and give her comfort.”
   “Consider it done.” Luka vanished.
   Gregor stepped closer. “S’Kiff?”
   “Yes,” Octavion said. “The tip is still in her arm. Can you take it out-gently?”
   “Of course. I will need someone to hold her arm.”
   “Ussay can help, but I need to ask her something first.” He turned back to Kira. “I will not be far. You will be all right, Kira. I promise. As bad as it gets, this will not take your life. Do you understand?”
   Kira nodded. “I know. What I don’t get is why she doesn’t just kill me.”
   “Who?”
   She cringed from another surge of pain. “Shandira.”
   Octavion clenched his fists and stood. “Shandira did this? You saw her?”
   “No. I mean yes, she sent them. No, I didn’t see her.”
   He swore. “This ends now.” He turned and left the room, grabbing Ussay’s wrist on the way out and pulling her down the hall to a bench. He motioned for her to sit. “What happened? What were you doing up there and how were you involved? Who did this?”
   “You think I had something to do with this?” Ussay asked.
   “I do not know what to think.”
   Ussay crossed her arms. “I would never hurt Kira. Never.”
   Octavion pointed to the closed door leading to Kira’s room. “Then explain this to me. How did you get involved? You were supposed to be at the festival.”
   “Maybe you should ask Cade. I went to sit with him and he told me to leave.”
   “Why would he do that?”
   She ran her hands through her tangled hair. “I do not know. We have been seeing each other since our youth. He said he wanted to ask my uncle for my hand, but he wanted to wait until the festival so he would be in a good mood. When I saw him there, I thought perhaps he had already done it, but when I sat down, he said he changed his mind. All the time he spent in bed made him think about his future and. .” She buried her head in her hands and mumbled, “He does not want me.”
   Octavion let out a deep sigh and crouched in front of her. He gently pulled her hands away from her face and lifted her chin until their eyes met. “He has a crippling injury, Ussay. That takes a lot out of a man. Perhaps he feels he can no longer provide for you, that you would be better off with someone else.”
   “So he said that to save me? So I would not be burdened with him?”
   “Perhaps.” Octavion used a section of his sleeve to wipe some of the dirt from her face. “Now, why were you in the Aubelet?”
   “I went there to be alone. I go there sometimes to pray and think. But when I got to the door I heard voices. They were talking about Kira, so I stayed and listened. They said Shandira’s name. I got scared and turned to leave, but they heard me. They said they could use me as bait. Then Kira came to the cemetery. The girl took my dress and pretended to be me so Kira would come to my aid. I did everything I could to stop them but. . but they were stronger than me.”
   Ussay’s shoulders slumped forward and she tried to cover her face with her hands, but Octavion held them fast between his. “I tried to scream. I tried to warn her. I should have fought harder to-”
   “No,” Octavion cut in. “They would have killed you.”
   “I would rather die than see her suffer like this-to know she will never have children.”
   Octavion stood and took a step back. The muscles in his shoulders ached to transform, to take his rage out on something or someone. Anyone. “Send for me if she asks.”
   He didn’t wait for an answer, merely appeared a moment later in his lair. All the days he’d spent waiting for Kira to wake from her nightmares he imagined his revenge. Over and over he plotted and planned how he would escape to her world and rip the hearts from the monsters that hurt her. Always afraid to leave her alone, he’d held back. And then she woke. She healed quickly and the thought of leaving her fled from his mind, especially since he did not know when the king of Panthera would claim him. But he would wait no longer.
   With his focus and determination on dispensing his vengeance, he transformed himself into the mighty warrior his enemies feared. The leather and steel he strapped to his body were mere weapons. The real force to be reckoned with was the beast within him. He would unleash the curse that flowed through his veins and he wouldn’t hold back. It wouldn’t be easy to leave Kira, but with the task set before him, he could not delay and he would not fail.
   As Octavion neared her room, he saw Luka standing at the top of the stairs, his demeanor much like his own. He, too, had suited for war.
   “I will do this alone, cousin,” Octavion said.
   “I did not come to get your permission,” Luka said. “I took the Darkords into her world and created this mess. I should be the one to help you take them out.”
   “Is it not enough that Cade has suffered? I will not look into your mother’s eyes again and see the pain of a fallen son. You will not go.”
   “I will either be at your side or on your heels. The choice is yours.” He folded his arms across his chest. “You know I am a good tracker and I am familiar with their scent. You would be a fool not to take my offer.”
   They stood face to face, neither one willing to give in to the other. Octavion pushed the air out of his lungs and stepped back. “You may track them, but first kill is mine.”
   Luka put his hand on Octavion’s shoulder. “Agreed.”
   The wait was agonizing. Night fell over the kingdom long before Gregor and Mara came out of Kira’s room. When Octavion saw the expressions on their faces, the heart he’d tried so desperately to hold together shattered into a million pieces.
   “Perhaps we should sit,” Gregor said.
   “I want to see her,” Octavion insisted.
   Mara put her hand on her back for support and waddled over to stand between Luka and Octavion. “We need to talk first, dear. There are some things you need to know.”
   Luka took his mother by the arm and appeared an instant later at the base of the stairs. They walked through the doorway to the grand hall. Gregor preferred to walk, so Octavion followed him to where the others waited and took a seat.
   Gregor spoke first. “I believe she is through the worst of it. I have given her one of your mixtures for the pain. It should also help her rest.”
   “And her ability to have children?” Octavion cringed as the words left his mouth.
   Mara sat in a chair next to him. She touched his hand with a mother’s tenderness. “I can sense everything within a woman’s womb, but only darkness rests in hers. I also sense her body is slightly different than ours, so. . time will tell. I am sorry I cannot tell you more.”
   Octavion turned to face her. “Then you do not know for sure?”
   Mara looked at Gregor who shook his head. “I wish I could tell you different, son. With the pain she has endured, I believe there to be damage.”
   Octavion looked away to hide the tears welling in his eyes. “But you are not certain.”
   Mara’s gentle squeeze of Octavion’s hand brought his emotions to the surface. “You should never give up hope, dear. She is from another world. Her resistance may be stronger.”
   “Does she know. . everything?”
   “Yes,” Mara took her hand back and placed it on top of her round belly. “It was difficult to console her. . in my current condition. I do not believe she is well with it, which is why we wanted to speak with you.”
   Octavion glanced at Gregor and then back to Mara. They both avoided his eyes. “What are you saying?”
   Gregor cleared his throat. “It is not the physical recovery we are concerned about. It is her will to live. She has asked to be left alone and has refused to take nourishment-even water.”
   Mara continued. “Ussay tried to take her hair out of the braid and Kira pushed her away. She turned her back to us and curled into a ball. Even her tears have stopped. She simply stares at nothing as if in a trance-not responding to any of us.” Mara put her hand on Octavion’s. “I believe she fears your heartache.”
   “She thinks I will want someone else, that I will no longer love her.”
   “That may be the reason she asked not to see you,” Mara said.
   “Is that everything?” Octavion asked.
   “I have said my piece,” Gregor said. “I would like to stay in the castle tonight in case I am needed.” He stood and stepped to the arched doorway, then paused. “I expect you both to return without injuries.” Then he left the room.
   Mara let out a long drawn-out sigh. “I take it by your attire you two are leaving?”
   “Yes.” Luka got up from the chair and knelt near his mother. “We will be careful. I do not want you to worry.”
   She put her hand on the side of his face. “I am your mother. I will always worry.”
   As Octavion listened to their exchange, his mind filled with regret. It was the loving exchange of a mother and son, something he’d never experienced in his lifetime and something Kira may never know. The reality of it struck his heart and he had to excuse himself from the room. He traveled to his chambers where he lost complete control of his emotions. He knew something of what Kira felt. The emptiness within her would never be filled no matter how much those who loved her tried.
   His father remarried and gave Octavion a substitute mother that loved him as her own, but his heart still held empty space. It wouldn’t matter how comforting his words, Kira also had a place that would remain void and cause her pain for the rest of her life.
   Octavion, Luka’s thoughts interrupted. Have you reconsidered?
   No, I must see Kira and then we will leave. Octavion wiped tears from his face and tried to compose himself. This would not be easy. He would have to choose his words carefully and not say anything that would leave her twisting his words to feed her sadness.
   As he entered the room, he saw her lying in the middle of the bed with her knees pulled up, hugging a pillow. Her back was to Ussay who sat on the edge of the bed, fresh tears in her eyes. At least she’d managed to change her clothes and clean up a little.
   He motioned for her to come to him. As she slowly stood and approached him, he noticed a large bruise beginning to darken on her neck. His revenge would be for her as well.
   Kira moaned. “Please leave,” she whispered.
   Ussay shook her head. “She will not let me help her.”
   Octavion brushed a strand of hair back from Ussay’s face and kissed her cheek. “You have done all you can. Let me have a moment with her.”
   Ussay nodded.
   He watched as she left the room and pulled the door shut. The room felt eerily quiet. The knot that had formed in his throat hours before threatened to strangle his words, but he pressed forward. When he neared the bed, his stomach tightened and he wanted to run. What could he possibly say to ease her pain? He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
   “Please. Leave,” she whispered again. Her monotone voice was cold and lacked emotion.
   He sat on the bed. “Why are you pushing me away?” When she didn’t answer he put his arm on her shoulder, but she shrugged out from under it and scooted further away.
   “Kira, please turn over. I want to see you.”
   “I. . can’t.”
   “Then I will come around to the other side of the bed.”
   She reached behind her and grabbed his arm. “No,” she said. “Just leave me alone. I can’t. . look at you.” She released him, pulled the pillow closer and began to cry. “Go. . away.”
   “Kira, I’m not leaving until I see you. I have to know you are all right.” He put his hand back on her shoulder and this time she didn’t move away. “Please.”
   “I will never be. . all right. I. . want. . to go home.”
   Her words cut deep. He didn’t want to lose her, but if taking her home meant she’d be safe, he’d do it. It wasn’t like he’d be around to protect her after Ramla came for him anyway. What kind of a life could she have here alone?
   “You are too fragile to travel right now. As soon as I am sure it is safe in your world, I will take you wherever you want.” He ran his hand down her trembling arm and found her hand buried in the pillow. “I will not be gone long.”
   As her hand brushed against the leather cuff on his wrist, she turned quickly toward him and grabbed a handful of his vest in her fingers. “Why are you wearing this? You’re dressed to fight.” She shook her head. “You are not going back there. I won’t let you.”
   “Kira, calm down, I will be fine.”
   “No!” she screamed. “They will kill you! You don’t know what they’re capable of. They have no mercy.”
   “Kira, you will hurt yourself, please.”
   “I won’t let you go.” Her fingers fumbled with the front of his vest, trying to remove it. Without success, she moved on to the leather cuffs at his wrists and then to the swords strapped to his back. He couldn’t get her to stop flailing her arms at him so he grabbed her and pulled her close.
   “Shh, you need to stop this.”
   “Promise me. . promise you won’t go,” she managed between sobs. “I can’t lose you, too.”
   He buried his face in her hair and took in the scent of her. How could she ask this of him? How could he not go? He relaxed his hold on her and gently took her face in his hands. Her dark eyes were filled with so much pain and fear that it nearly broke him in two.
   “Promise me,” she whispered.
   “What kind of a man would I be if I did not avenge you?” It was as if the words he spoke released V’Larian into the air and she took it into her lungs. He watched as every muscle in her body surrendered to the imaginary drug, the emotion drained from her face and she retreated back into her shell. She looked away, curled back into her ball and drew the covers up around her.
   “Then leave.”
   He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Not before I say my piece.” If these were the last words she’d ever hear flow from his lips, he wanted them to make a difference. He turned his back to her and tried to say what was in his heart.
   “I knew you long before I ever stepped foot into your world. I dreamed of a girl with emerald eyes and auburn hair, but I thought her an illusion. I had never seen such beauty.” He looked around the room as memories of his sister flooded his mind. “When you befriended Lydia, I knew you were the one, but fought my feelings. I refused to bring you into a world such as ours-involve you in our flight from danger.
   “My feelings for you quickly turned to frustration and then to anger. If I could not have you, then I would feel nothing. I would block my emotions like I blocked Shandira’s thoughts, letting no one, and nothing, in.” He turned back and brushed his fingers through her hair. “You interrupted my life, Kira. You stirred the fire I had suppressed for so long and now there is no way to put it out.”
   She slowly turned toward him and looked into his eyes, hers brimming with tears.
   “I love you,” he said. “Nothing can change that, not even this.”
   Her bottom lip quivered. “But I can’t give you an heir.”
   He smiled. “There will be plenty of children in the castle to spoil. I am not so vain to think I can only love a child that comes from my seed. And as for an heir. . I have cousins who would be more than happy to fill that void.” He drew her back into his arms and held her until she stopped shaking. When he was sure she understood how he felt, he continued. He sat back so he could see her tear stained face.
   “There’s more,” he said. Luka, could you please come to Kira’s room?
   Kira tensed and then looked around the room. “Did you call Luka?”
   “Yes.”
   When Luka appeared at Octavion’s side, Kira took one look at the way he was dressed and began to protest again.
   “You can’t both go. Who will protect the castle? What if. .?” She turned her focus to Luka. “You have to tell him.”
   “Tell me what?” Octavion asked.
   “Octavion, I’m so sorry,” Kira said. “I should have told you, I know that now. I didn’t want you to worry.”
   “Kira, tell me what?”
   This time Luka answered. “The Royals that attacked her were the same ones outside Ussay’s cottage. They have her scent and were hunting her.”
   “And you knew this? How could you keep this from me, Luka? I thought they were rogue hunters who smelled her blood, that they were long gone. I never would have let her go to the cemetery alone.”
   “If you remember correctly, you were unable to be near her at the time.”
   He looked into Kira’s eyes. The darkness of them made it more difficult to read, but he still sensed she kept something from him. “What else?”
   “Tell him the rest,” she said to Luka. “I won’t have any more secrets between us.”
   Octavion glared at Luka.
   “The man Kira killed in the canyon-the one that attacked Cade-it seems he was a prince.”
   “What?” Octavion felt the muscles in his back swell and his eyes burn. If what he said was true, they were in trouble. “Which kingdom?”
   “I’m not sure,” Luka said. “I have enquired, but as of this morning, heard nothing.”
   “Shandira’s prince,” Kira whispered. “It’s why she’s so mad at me and why. . she did this.” She pointed to her bandaged arm.
   The rage he felt for his older sister and the Darkords suddenly channeled in a different direction. How could he leave her alone now? He stood and walked to the window. The twin crescent moons reflected enough light on the lake that white caps could be seen cresting the waves. It would storm tonight.
   “Luka, you will have to stay.”
   “We have already discussed this cousin. I am going with or without you. This is my doing and I will. .”
   “Luka!” Octavion roared. He turned and stepped closer to his cousin. He felt his inner beast rising to the surface. “Perhaps you did not understand my order. I am prince. You will stay and protect Kira. Do you understand?”
   Luka straightened and slammed his fist onto his chest. “As you wish, Prince Octavion.” His sarcasm only made Octavion angrier.
   “Leave us,” Octavion ordered.
   Luka glared at him one last time and disappeared.
   Kira had taken her position under the covers again-her knees drawn up-only this time she faced him. “You’re still going?” She’d gone back into her shell. Her frail voice barely audible.
   Octavion’s heart sank. “Kira, please do not deny me this. I will only be gone a day or two, no more.”
   She didn’t respond, just closed her eyes and pulled the covers closer to her.
   “I have waited so long to vent this rage I fear I may take it out on someone else. You of all people know what I am capable of. Who do you suggest I hurt next? Arela?”
   When she said nothing, he walked to the door, but stopped short of opening it. “I love you.” His heart beat rapidly in his chest, threatening to break through. He wanted to turn back and hold her like he always had, but he knew the beast inside him needed to be released and he couldn’t do it here. He reached for the door and pulled it open.
   “Octavion?” she whispered.
   He swallowed hard. “Yes, my love.”
   A long moment of silence passed between them.
   “I don’t want to go home. Please come back. . safe.”
   Octavion’s heart clenched. “They will never hurt you again. You have my word.” Then he left the room.
   When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Luka waited. He leaned against the railing with his arms folded, a smirk on his face.
   “Did giving me an order make you feel better?” Luka asked.
   Octavion snarled at him. “You are not going.”
   “There is a snag in your little plan, cousin. You forget I also answer to a higher authority. I told Mother what you said and she spoke to your father. The king. You remember him.” He pushed away from the railing and adjusted his weapons. “He said if it displeased you, he could make it a Royal decree. I am going.”
   “And who did my father say would protect the castle and keep Kira safe?”
   “I believe he said something about you being arrogant and then he mumbled something else about him protecting the castle for the past two years and perhaps he should tan your hide like when you were a child. Shall I go on?”
   “Did he happen to mention the fact that you and your brother were here as well, or did he choose to leave that part out?” He and his father obviously didn’t agree when it came to Kira, especially on the matter of her safety. “And as long as we are discussing the safety of the woman I love.” He transformed instantly, grabbed Luka by the throat and pressed his back against the rail. “You ever keep something like that from me again and I will rip your heart out. Am I understood?”
   An instant later, Luka had transformed as well. He ripped Octavion from the step and tossed him against the wooden door. Luka went at him with all his force and Octavion let him. Luka took him to the floor and pinned him there, but only long enough to express his opinion. “You dare talk about keeping secrets? Perhaps Kira should know everything.”
   Octavion pushed him off and they were suddenly at each other’s throats, both giving and taking blows. “How dare you question my oath to my father?” Octavion roared. He picked Luka up and tossed him effortlessly. He slid across the floor, slamming his back against one of the wall.
   Luka let out a cry, then came up fighting. “I gave no oath. If you do not tell her-I will.”
   They were both hunched over, ready to attack-nostrils flared, upper lips exposing their feline teeth, claws at the ready-until Mara interrupted their thoughts.
   Enough! she screamed into their heads. You have woken Arela. Have we not endured enough for one day?
   Octavion turned away and tried to calm his rage and Luka did the same. Forgive me, Mara. Please tell Arela we are finished fighting. He took in a deep breath and let it clear his head. Mara was right. This wasn’t the time or the place. They had enemies waiting to receive their vengeance.
   Please be careful. Send word when you can.
   They would have to stay silent and she knew that. Shandira’s gift of slipping into other’s thought conversations was dangerous and they didn’t want her to know they were coming. You will know when it’s over, he reassured.
   “Octavion,” Luka said. “It may help to know my father will return in a day or so. He will be able to protect Kira.”
   “Then perhaps we should be on our way,” Octavion said.
   Luka smiled and raised a brow. “Shall I be at your side then?”
   “I would be honored.”

   It had been nine days since Octavion and Luka stepped into Kira’s world and there had been no sign of their safety or return. Mara refused to let anyone try to reach them through their thoughts in fear of distracting them in battle. One moment of hesitation could cause them to be injured or killed. Kira’s fears and imagination produced images in her mind far too horrifying to leave any hope of them returning at all. She knew what Cael and Zerek were capable of, and with Shandira’s sadistic heart feeding their rage, there would be no mercy.
   As the constant pain in Kira’s abdomen faded away, the burning sensation in her heart increased-as if infection had set into it. Day by day it grew until her entire chest felt as though it might burst. Sometimes she struggled to breathe against the weight of it.
   Over the days and hours of waiting, Kira managed to push everyone away, even Ussay. Her kind-hearted attempts to cheer Kira up had been in vain. So deep in her own self-pity, even Arela stopped trying to see her. Kira spent all day sitting in front of the window watching the boats on the water come and go, wishing she could hitch a ride back to when things were safe, when Lydia and she were friends-even before Octavion stole her heart. If they’d never met then she wouldn’t have to think how her mistakes cost her friend’s life and destroyed the only man she ever loved. She wanted to wake up-she wanted this nightmare to end.
   As night fell and the golden glow of the crescent moons sliced through the dark clouds, a bolt of lightning split the sky. The thunderous roar that followed rattled the windows and shook the seat beneath her. So deep into her thoughts, the power of it shook her to the core. She bolted upright, not sure if she’d been asleep or if her conscious mind had shut down momentarily.
   The first few days had been a rollercoaster of emotions. The reality of her loss consumed her and without Octavion there to comfort her, her imagination had run wild. Her thoughts entertained everything from insanity to self-destruction and suicide-someplace she’d never let herself go before.
   Now she just felt numb-an unemotional state of nothing that occupied her mind and body. She just wanted to feel again, she kept telling herself, but she couldn’t even cry.
   A strong breeze coming off the lake tossed rain against the window. She watched as the tiny rivulets formed on the glass and ran down to puddle on the ledge. Another bolt of lightning illuminated the kingdom before her-this time its companion instantaneously shook the castle walls. Somewhere in her mind she heard a little voice call out to her mother. She’d heard similar voices in her dreams-nightmares of what would never be.
   I really am going insane.
   When the voice came again, she let her shawl fall to the floor and swung her feet over the edge of the bench and went in search of the source. Only the morning room separated her room from Arela’s. From the outside of the castle it appeared to be a small tower. The tiny round space between what used to be Lydia and Shandira’s sleeping chambers faced the garden and lake. Lined with tall windows, it gave a full view of the sunrise.
   As she passed through her doorway, she heard voices coming from Arela’s room. She quietly opened the door a crack. The scene before her pierced through to her heart. Mara held Arela in her arms. Unnoticed by either mother or daughter, Kira closed the door and leaned her back against it. She could still hear Mara trying to comfort Arela, her voice tender and kind.
   Kira wrapped her arms around herself and slid to the floor. As she listened, she fell deeper and deeper into the hole in her heart. When Mara started singing a lullaby Kira had reached her limit. She numbly rose to her feet and made her way out of her room. She had to escape. She had to feel something. She ran down the dark staircase and out the glass doors that led to the garden.
   As soon as the cool air hit her she stopped, letting the rain moisten her face. In the protection of the trees, the fine mist barely reached her. She ventured farther and farther out into the open where she found herself on the other side of the garden. The cold wet grass felt good on her feet, but gave her a chill. She welcomed it. Craved it.
   She heard the waves crash against the rocks at the base of the cliff-a pulsating rhythm that called to her. She slowly made her way closer and closer to the edge-her feet leaving the softness of the grass and venturing out onto the rocks. She climbed to the highest point as far out as she could reach and still keep her balance. Her feet planted firmly on the cold stone beneath her, she stood. The adrenaline rush gave her what she needed.
   She stretched her arms out to her side, closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the sting of the rain hit her face and hands-she’d never felt so alive. She took in a deep breath and let the cold air burn her lungs. The force of the wind hit her head on and threatened to push her back away from the edge, but she leaned into it. If only she could fly.
   Then, after days of nothing, she felt the warmth of Altaria return. The separation of spirits that caused Lydia’s death had haunted her for days. The thought of them never being together again and Altaria imprisoned in Kira’s body forever, only made her feelings of despair worse.
   As Kira opened her eyes and saw the jagged rocks below her, she realized they could still be together-kindred spirits would find each other in death. It was the only way to bring them back together. A final gift she could give both her friends. The ultimate sacrifice-to give her life for Lydia and Altaria, who’d on several occasions, shown their willingness to do the same.
   “Altaria,” she pleaded. “Please forgive me. It’s the only thing I can think to do-so you can be with Lydia.” She suddenly felt empty inside, as if Altaria had withdrawn her spirit-perhaps in preparation to rejoin Lydia. “I’m sorry.”
   Kira took a step closer to the edge as another flash of lightning came. She braced herself for the jolt of thunder that would follow. When it came, she also felt a familiar spirit surround her. She sighed.
   “Go away, Cade. You can’t be my hero this time.” She didn’t have to see him to know he was close by. She held her ground and didn’t move.
   “Kira, step down from there, please. You do not have to do this.” She heard fear in his voice.
   “I’m fine. Leave me alone.”
   “Kira, please.” He seemed closer now. “The way I see it, you have two problems.”
   She smiled at his attempt to talk her down. “Just two?”
   “First, if you jump, I will have to go in after you and with these legs, we will both die.”
   “What makes you think I want to jump?”
   “Because I have been out on that very ledge, only I had no feet to stand on. Do you think I want to live the rest of my life without the use of my legs? As soon as I healed well enough to bring myself here, I wanted to end it all.” His voice cracked.
   “So what stopped you?”
   He paused for a moment. “That would be your second problem.”
   Kira turned her head in his direction. He’d perched himself on a rock a few feet away-almost within arm’s reach. “And what might that be?”
   “The image of you jumping off this cliff will bring my little sister nightmares for the rest of her life.” He motioned toward the castle.
   Kira turned back to find a little girl in a white nightgown pressed against her bedroom window-her hands framed around her face to block out the light from the candlelight in her room. Mara stood behind her.
   Kira’s heart sank. What was she thinking? “Oh, Cade, I’m so sorry.” Tears burned her eyes.
   Tears-real tears.
   “Can you get down alone? I can call my father to help.”
   She shook her head. “I’m fine.” She pulled her nightgown up to her knees so she wouldn’t trip. She’d only taken two steps when her foot slipped on the wet rock and slid out from underneath her. She came down hard, slamming into the jagged rock. She reached for Cade, but her hand hit air instead. She struggled to gain her balance, but when she tried to wrap her arms around the bolder she lost her grip.
   “Cade!” she screamed.
   For an instant Kira saw his face, the panic in his eyes as he leapt off the rock and flew through the air toward her. She felt the force of his body hit her as they both tumbled off the edge and plunged into the lake below. The water was like ice. Cade wrapped his arms tightly around her torso as they sank deeper and deeper into the cold darkness. Her lungs craved air.
   Kira kicked her feet to bring them to the surface, making little progress before the water swirled around them like a cyclone, spinning faster and faster until a flash of light almost blinded her. Pain seized her entire body as Cade yanked them from the lake and through the castle walls to land middle of her bed. An explosion of water came down, splashing out around them. She gasped for air, coughing up the water her lungs had taken in. A blood curdling scream pierced her eardrums. Arela. She’d seen them fall.
   “Arela!” Kira half yelled, half coughed. “I’m okay. We’re in here.”
   Cade lay on the bed, gasping for air, his face wrinkled in pain.
   “Cade, are you okay?” She tried to help him sit up.
   “No!” he cried. “Do not move me. I am hurt.”
   The door leading to the morning room flew open and Arela ran toward them. She leapt on the bed and into Kira’s arms.
   Mara trailed right behind her, stopping when she heard Cade groan. “What have you done?”
   “I will be fine, mother. I just hit the water on my back. I need a moment to let it settle.” He tried to take in a deeper breath, but stopped short with a moan.
   Arela still clung to Kira’s drenched body. She pulled her away and took her face in her hands.
   “I’m okay, sweetie. You don’t need to be afraid.”
   Arela whimpered and let out a sob. “Why. . did. . you?”
   “Arela, look at me.” Kira brought Arela’s face up so their eyes met. “I didn’t jump. I fell. Do you understand? I was trying to get down and I fell.” Kira hoped her words would console the little girl and convince Mara she shouldn’t string her up and hang her from the rafters. Once again, Kira had caused her son pain.
   Arela nodded and then fell back into Kira’s arms.
   “Mara, is Nestor in the castle?” Kira asked. “Cade needs help getting back to his room.”
   “He is reprimanding the guards for not keeping a closer eye on your room and the garden. I will send for him.”
   Only a few seconds passed before Kira felt an unfamiliar spirit enter the room. Much like the king’s, his spirit felt calm and peaceful, but lacked the sense of majestic nobility. Instead she felt knowledge and understanding. When he appeared, she was taken aback. She’d been secluded for days and hadn’t actually met him yet. His stature was much like Luka’s but he stood at least six inches taller and wore his black hair long. It fell over his shoulders and then continued down the front of his chest. It looked like threads of silk and glowed in the light of the candle Mara brought from the other room.
   He stepped closer to his son. His strong chiseled jaw tightened as he surveyed the scene-only glancing briefly in Kira’s direction. Without a word, he lifted his agony stricken son from the soaked bed and disappeared into the night. Their mist swirled around Mara and melted away.
   Mara sighed. “He is a quiet man, but the love he has for his children is without comparison.” She turned to face Kira and stroked her daughter’s long hair. “You must not worry, Kira. Cade will heal. He has not yet learned his limitations.”
   “I’m really sorry. It was my fault. I honestly didn’t go out there to take my life. I just. . needed to feel something.”
   Mara patted Kira’s hand. “I am glad you are well, dear. We are all worried about you.” She looked around the room at all the water and the soaked linens. “Where is Ussay? She has been instructed to stay by your side.”
   “I sent her home. I’m afraid I haven’t been very nice to her.”
   “Nonsense. It should not matter how she is treated, she has been given a task and has failed. Perhaps I should. .”
   “No. Don’t do anything. She is my servant and I will reprimand her. Besides, she was only following my orders, which is a good thing, right?”
   Mara smiled, clearly pleased that Kira had finally grasped the concept of being a Royal. “As you wish, dear.”
   Another flash of lightning illuminated the room. Arela tensed. This time a few seconds passed before a low rumble could be heard in the distance.
   “Arela, you need to get out of these wet clothes.” Kira lifted her from her lap and set her feet on the floor.
   Arela’s bottom lip quivered. “But, where will you sleep? Your bedding is wet.”
   She was right. Cade brought half the lake with him when they leaped and it was all in her room. “I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe I could sleep in Octavion’s chambers tonight.”
   Her bottom lip jutted out even farther. “You could sleep in my bed if you like. I do not take up much space.”
   Kira looked at Mara for her approval. She smiled and nodded. “It would save me from running in her room after every flash of lightning. She has been terrified of the storm nearly her whole life.” Mara yawned and then rubbed her belly. “And this little one takes all my energy these days. I could use the sleep.”
   “It’s settled then. We will brave the storm together.” Kira tucked a wet strand of hair behind Arela’s ear. “Now run along and put on a dry gown. I’ll be there in a sec.”
   Mara took her daughter’s hand. “Come on, dear. I will help you.” As they closed the door behind them, Mara mumbled, “If Ussay was here I would have her build a fire.”
   Kira shook her head. I’d like to see her last one day in my world. . without maid service, she thought to herself.
   She quickly stripped the linens from the bed so the mattress would have a chance to dry by morning. The rest she would take care of later. She had no intention of letting Ussay clean up another one of her messes.
   When Kira slipped under the covers, Arela had already fallen asleep. Although rain still pelted the windows, the thunder had been silent for quite some time. She turned on her side to face Arela. Her innocent face lay softly on the pillow and looked so peaceful. Octavion’s words still echoed in her mind and for the first time she thought she might even believe them.
 
   There will be plenty of children in the castle to spoil. I am not so vain to think I can only love a child that comes from my seed.
 
   Gazing at the face before her, she understood. The warm light of any child’s love could help fill the empty space in her heart.
 
   “Kira, wake up.” An impatient voice echoed in Kira’s head. Half way out of her dream, she felt a tug on the sleeve of her gown and a rush of cold air as the covers flew off her body.
   “Arela,” Kira complained. “Let me wake up, first.” She struggled to pry open her eyes, but the brightness of the sun coming through the opened window blinded her. As she tried to focus, Arela stepped between her and the sunlight. Its brilliance radiated from behind her yellow hair and white gown making her glow like an angel.
   “Come see.” Arela grabbed Kira’s hand and pulled her out of bed. She barely got her feet planted on the floor when Arela jerked her forward. She stumbled to the window and tried to squint away the sun.
   “Look.” Arela pointed off to one side of the lake where there were still a few storm clouds on the horizon. There-in all its brilliance-was a rainbow. Kira had never seen so much color. The hues were deep like the colored glass in the castle windows. One end came out of the lake and the other one disappeared out of view behind the mountain.
   “It’s beautiful,” Kira said.
   “It is a promise.”
   Kira looked down to find Arela’s sparkling brown eyes. “What kind of promise?”
   Arela seemed pleased with the question. She hopped up on the window seat and explained like she was a seasoned scholar.
   “It always comes after a horrible storm. Mother says it is our promise that all is well and the beginning of a new day. It is like starting fresh. The rain has washed the sadness of the world away and all that is left is happiness. She says the rain drops are happy tears from the gods of Lor.”
   “Your mother is very wise.”
   “I am as well.” Arela looked at the rainbow again. “I believe today’s promise is for you, Kira.” She turned to look into Kira’s eyes and smiled.
   “And why do you think that?” Kira felt tears burning her eyes as Arela smiled back at her.
   “It washed your sadness away.” She reached for Kira’s face with her finger extended and touched the corner of her eye. When she drew back her hand, there was a single tear on the tip of her tiny finger. “See, happy tears.”
   “You are right, Arela. You are very wise.” Kira picked her up and spun her around in a circle. Arela let out a squeal before Kira pulled her close and hugged her.
   “Kira!” Ussay’s frightened voice came from Kira’s room and echoed through the castle.
   Kira smirked at Arela. “I think I’m in trouble.”
   Arela giggled. “Maybe I should tell her you jumped in the lake.”
   “I fell, remember. And no, we won’t tell her that. Why don’t you get yourself dressed and I will go deal with Ussay?”
   Arela’s bottom lip pushed out and her brow furrowed.
   “What’s that face for?”
   She shrugged.
   “Arela, tell me.”
   She over exaggerated a sigh. “Mother needs me to help take care of the other children. I hoped you might want to go with me.” She flashed her big brown eyes. They reminded Kira of a puppy begging for a treat.
   “I’ll tell you what. I need to take a bath and get dressed. When I’m finished I will have Ussay bring me to see you. Does that sound all right?”
   Arela suddenly became animated, jumping up and down, and clapping her hands. “Oh, yes. I cannot wait to tell the other children.” Then she skipped into her dressing chambers.
   Kira took a deep breath and let it out slow. She was about to face the firing squad and deserved it. Maybe if she fell to her knees and begged Ussay’s forgiveness she might speak to her again.

   “We need to have Mara’s seamstress make you a few new dresses. You have become horribly thin.” Ussay pulled the laces tight in the back of Kira’s dress, but left plenty of room to breathe. Thank goodness they didn’t have corsets in this world.
   “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll put the weight back on.”
   Ussay had been very generous with her forgiveness, especially since Kira helped clean up the water mess. She wasn’t, however, happy about Cade getting hurt. Again. Even though Ussay managed to hold her tongue, her short answers and occasional silent treatment made it obvious that the idea of Cade being hurt saving Kira upset her.
   “So, what’s the story between you and Cade?”
   “Story? What do you mean?”
   “You like Cade. Does he like you?”
   “No, he does not like me.” Ussay finished with the dress and switched her focus to Kira’s hair. “Would you like it in a braid today?”
   “No, it’s fine down. You’re avoiding my question.”
   Ussay blushed. “There is nothing between us.”
   Kira sighed. “I thought you were to be betrothed. Did you change your mind?”
   Ussay’s head shot up. “No. I am not good enough for him.” She lowered her eyes again. “I thought he had feelings for me. . and then. . he has no need for me. It is that simple.”
   “Well, maybe we should plan an outing and invite Cade to come with us. Maybe if you two spent some time together, he’d change his mind. That is, when he’s feeling better.”
   Ussay didn’t say anything at first, her fingers busy detangling Kira’s hair. “Do you think he would come?” she finally asked.
   “Of course. After all, I need protection and you must stay with me at all times.”
   She giggled and then curtsied. “As you wish, my lady.”
   Kira stood and twirled around. “Well, how do I look?” But before she could answer, the door flew open and Arela ran in.
   “Lady Kira,” she cried, trying to catch her breath. “Mother received word. Octavion and Luka are arriving in the courtyard.” Then she disappeared.
   Kira looked at where the little girl’s mist quickly faded away. She couldn’t move. Every emotion she’d hidden for the past few days came flooding back at once. She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry, but she was pretty sure by the look on Ussay’s face, regardless of what emotion she decided to show, it would be expressed as they ran for the stairs. Ussay grabbed Kira’s hand and pulled her out the door. At the top of the stairs, she let go and continued her descent alone, leaving Kira to pause about half way down. She watched expectantly as Luka walked through the door, his mother and father trailing close behind him.
   Her heart leapt into her throat, waiting for Octavion to follow. They all fussed over a wound on Luka’s arm even though he insisted he was fine. When Luka looked up and their eyes met, he took in a deep breath and pushed the others aside.
   “Kira,” he said, but there was something different in his voice. Regret? No, not regret. Pain. Sorrow.
   Octavion. Kira put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. “No,” she whispered, as she collapsed onto the stairs and buried her face in her hands. “Al, he’s dead. He’s really dead.” The pressure living in her chest for days now caused her heart to race and she couldn’t breathe.
   “Kira.” The voice unfamiliar, yet strong and kind.
   She looked up to find Nestor and Luka on either side of her, concern in their eyes. All those days of not being able to cry and now she couldn’t stop. “I told him not to go. I pleaded with him.”
   “Shh, Kira. He is not dead. Calm down and I will explain,” Luka said.
   She tried to slow her breathing. “Then where is he?”
   Luka took her hand. “He is fine. After we opened the doorway to our world, I stepped through. But Octavion thought he saw Shandira so he grabbed the journey stone and closed the portal.”
   “You left him alone? You have to go back, she’ll kill him.”
   “It will be all right, Kira. He told me he is finished fighting. Cael and Zerek are dead and so are her scouts. She is on her own now. We could have tracked her, but he wanted to come back to make sure you were all right.” He looked at his father and then back to Kira. “He had a horrible nightmare last night-woke screaming your name. He saw you take your own life. We would have come back then, but it is too dangerous to travel through the portal in darkness.”
   Kira grabbed the front of his shirt. “You can’t just leave him there alone.”
   “He will not fight her. I know him. He will leap from one place to another until he is certain she has not followed. Then he will open the doorway and step through.”
   She tried to calm her racing heart by taking in a deep breath. “How long?”
   “There is no way to tell and we cannot risk asking him. She will hear his thoughts. It could be soon or. . a day or more. He will not take the chance of Shandira entering our world. It is better to keep her there.”
   Goose bumps rose on her arms as Kira thought of Shandira being turned loose on Ophira. Everything they’d gone through, including Lydia’s death, would be in vain.
   “When you saw me downstairs. .” she swallowed hard. “Why did you look at me with so much sadness, like. . he was dead? I don’t think I read your expression wrong.”
   He smiled. “Because I thought you were dead, not Octavion. When I saw you, my heart slammed against my chest and I thought it might stop.” He put his hand on the side of her face. “My cousin will be very happy when he returns.”
   She nodded. “He won’t be the only one.”
   Luka opened his arms for comfort and she leaned into them. His warmth felt good against her face, but her arms longed for another.
   “Perhaps I should hope he stays on the other side. I could grow accustomed to this.”
   Nestor growled.
   Kira pulled away and slapped Luka on the arm-his wounded arm.
   “Aaah. Again with the abuse. Perhaps I should seriously consider the armor.”
   Nestor smiled, but remained silent.
   “And maybe I should tell Octavion you’re hitting on me.” She braced herself on Luka’s shoulder and stood, trying her wobbly legs. They would do. “Will you need stitches in that arm?”
   “Yes,” Nestor said.
   “No,” Luka argued. “I will not have. .”
   Nestor’s glare cut him off.
   “Yes, father.”
   Kira chuckled as she walked past them and went back to her room. Once she was sure everyone had cleared out of the entry she went to the courtyard to wait. She sat near the fountain until the sun rose directly above the castle. Both Ussay and Arela tried several times to distract her, but she graciously refused, promising Arela she’d spend time with her and the other children later. When Ussay brought an afternoon meal, she accepted it. She’d eaten very little over the past few days and her stomach punished her with its churning.
   Ussay peeled something that looked like a banana, except for the bright yellow fruit inside. “You are getting too much sun. Perhaps we should wait in the garden. There is plenty of shade there.”
   “Maybe when we’re finished eating.” Kira watched as she finished removing the peel. “What is that?”
   Ussay smiled, but didn’t answer. “Would you like some?” She broke off a small piece and handed it to her.
   Kira eagerly took a bite. It tasted like strawberries covered in whipped cream. “Why haven’t you given me this before?” She reached for another piece so Ussay gave her the whole fruit. She took a huge bite and scarfed it down.
   “I did. You refused it.”
   Kira stopped eating long enough to dispute her claim. “I would have remembered tasting this. What is it called?”
   She picked another one from her basket, peeled it quickly and took a big bite. “Koostai,” she mumbled.
   “Koostai? You’re lying. That stuff you tried to feed me that smelled like dirty socks?”
   Ussay nodded and then took another bite.
   “But it was gray.”
   “It turns that color when it is cooked and mashed. It also smells bad, but it retains its sweet flavor.” She seemed pleased with herself.
   “Well, you can feed me this anytime you want.” They both laughed.
   When they’d finished with their meal, Kira helped Ussay clean up and found a shady place in the garden. She welcomed the flower’s fragrance, a drastic change to the stables on the other side of the courtyard. She’d only been there a few minutes when Luka came through the glass doors sporting a white linen bandage on his arm.
   “Shall I try to get sympathy from the ladies?” he teased.
   “Maybe you should try picking one and being faithful.” She’d been joking, but judging by the look on his face, she’d struck a cord.
   “My heart has already chosen.” He sat next to her on the stone bench. “It is not easy when circumstances prevent a union.”
   Kira sighed. “I’m sorry, Luka. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
   “Not to worry, Kira.” He gently laid his hand on hers. “It is a rare gift to have someone who feels as you do toward Octavion. True love does not come easy in our world.”
   Luka tensed, dropping her hand.
   “What is it?” she asked.
   He smiled. “I believe my cousin is jealous. I enjoyed our visit, even though it was cut short.” He stood and walked away.
   “Wait. What are you talking about?” But he didn’t answer. He walked through the glass doors of the castle and disappeared from her view.
   “Have you found another, so soon?” A deep voice came from behind her. She turned to find Octavion leaning against a tree, sporting his dimples. “Perhaps I should leave again.”
   “Don’t you dare.” She jumped to her feet, took two steps and leapt into his arms. He barely had time to catch her.
   As he pulled her close she felt his heart pounding inside his chest. He leaned down, buried his face in her hair and took in her scent. “I want to take you someplace. Will you go with me?”
   “Anywhere,” she whispered.
   He scooped her up in his arms and looked into her eyes. “May I kiss you?”
   For some reason, his words pricked at her heart strings. He’d never asked permission to kiss her before she’d been attacked-before she’d become barren. Maybe things were different. She avoided his eyes, hiding the tears that burned them. For just an instant, she wanted to crawl back into her shell.
   “Did I say something wrong?”
   She looked back into his deep blue eyes. “No, these are happy tears. And yes, you can kiss me.”
   Octavion’s brow furrowed as he held her gaze. “I will never leave you like that again, Kira-never.”
   She closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to hers. His warm breath rushed over her like a summer breeze as he continued kissing her face and neck. She reacted by arching back slightly. His whole body tensed and he pulled away. She opened her eyes to find his face cringing with pain. He adjusted his hold on her.
   “Close your eyes, Kira.” He flashed his dimples.
   “Wait. Are you hurt?” But before he could answer, a flash of light almost blinded her and the garden began to spin. She closed her eyes in time to avoid the disorienting effects of the leap. When she opened them again they stood in the forest. He gently lowered her to the ground.
   “No, I am not hurt.” But he cringed again when she lightly touched his left side.
   “Octavion, let me see that.” She pulled his tunic up enough to expose a purple and black bruise over his ribs the exact size of a man’s boot. “Who did this?”
   “Kira, it is nothing. I will be fine.”
   “Are they broken?”
   “No, I believe they are only bruised.” He brushed her hand away and pulled down his shirt. “Now will you let me show you why I brought you here?” He spun her around, pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Then he pointed.
   At first she only saw trees and bushes, but then looked closer. A small stone chimney jutted out of the greenery-a billowing cloud of smoke making its way up through the trees. Beneath it she could barely make out an old weathered piece of wood-a door to a small structure completely overgrown with ivy.
   “Who lives here?” she asked.
   “It is mine. I used to come here as a young boy. I spent more time here than in my chambers. It suited me better than the castle. When I grew older and began to hunt, I came here when the moons were new.”
   “Who started the fire?”
   “I did. I opened the portal here so I could wash up and change before I came for you.” He released her and took her hand. “Come. I want you to see the inside.”
   “Is this where you went the other night?”
   “Yes.” He walked her to the door, turned the latch and led her inside. “It is a mess. I have not had time to clean.”
   The glow from the fire made the room warm and inviting. She’d spent so much time in his chambers at the castle that she hadn’t given much thought to the fact that it held no personal effects except for a few books and clothes. Now she knew why. This place screamed Octavion. The rich woodsy aroma of musk and leather filled her senses as he coaxed her further into the room.
   “Do you like it?” he said as he closed the door behind them, the rusted hinges groaning and squeaking from lack of use.
   “I never want to leave. It’s. . home.” The bed shoved against the wall in the far corner had posts and rails made of tree branches-their bark removed and rubbed smooth. The thick and lumpy mattress was covered with several worn blankets while the pillow cases appeared to have once been fine linen, but were also worn with tattered edges.
   Bookshelves lined the opposite corner of the room, filled with old books, glass bottles and metal vials intermingled with wooden boxes, stacks of papers and a glass jar holding paint brushes. In front of the shelves sat an overstuffed chair that had seen better days and a small wooden bench used as a foot stool. She could visualize Octavion sitting there reading or enjoying the warmth of the fire.
   To her left, the cobblestone fireplace stretched to the ceiling adorned with a large hand carved mantle that ran the entire width. A simple hearth raised up from the floor just enough to provide more seating, especially on cold nights. The pelt of a black bear-like creature covered the floor beneath it.
   “Kira, are you all right? You are so quiet.” She hadn’t notice he sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the mattress beside him, releasing a small poof of dust. “Care to sit with me?”
   “Sure.” But instead of sitting on the edge like he had, she hiked up her dress and climbed into the middle of the bed to sit cross legged. He smiled and turned to face her. The flicker of the fire made his eyes glow. Although they were the deepest blue, she could see hints of gold hiding inside. He studied her eyes as well and she wondered if their darkness bothered him. His silence made her uncomfortable, so she looked down at her hands.
   “I had a dream last night,” he finally said.
   Kira nodded. “Luka told me.”
   He sighed. “Then you know how terrified I was that I had lost you.” He put his finger under her chin and gently raised her face so their eyes met again. “I am glad it was only a dream.”
   “I never would have jumped,” she lied.
   A deep crease formed between his eyes. “I did not tell Luka how I saw you die, only that you took your own life.”
   Kira cringed. “I. .” Nothing came. She didn’t want to think about how close she came to not only taking her life, but Altaria’s and Cade’s as well.
   “Kira. What did you do?”
   “Don’t be mad. I didn’t go out there to kill myself. I just needed to feel something. I felt so numb about what had happened to me and heartbroken about Lydia. . and Altaria. I thought you were never coming back. And then Cade showed up and Arela saw me. I tried to get down off the rock, but my foot slipped. I didn’t. . jump, I. . slipped.” She pushed away the burning in her eyes. She was sick of crying. “Cade went in after me. He got hurt, and it’s all my fault.”
   Octavion pulled her into his arms and held her there for a moment. His chest heaved and his breathing deepened. “Kira,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. She wondered what she’d said to make him transform, but when he pushed her back and looked into her eyes, they weren’t yellow, but wet. He took her face in his hands. “Never again, do you understand me? My life would end as well.” He shook his head. “You must never think your life. . is worth nothing.”
   “I didn’t jump.” She pulled his hands away from her face. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she wanted to take her life-to rejoin Altaria and Lydia’s spirits. “Cade was there-ask him. He’ll tell you I slipped.”
   He straightened. “Cade saw the whole thing?”
   “Yes. Arela saw me go out there and called him.”
   He took his hands back and stood. “Then I shall have him show me.”
   “Show?”
   He stepped to the fireplace and stirred the coals with a section of rod iron he’d retrieved from a hook at the end of the mantle. “We all have gifts. Cade can send his thoughts, but he is also able to send images of things he’s seen. Like when you shared your memories with Lydia.”
   Her stomach swelled into her throat. She had to swallow to keep from getting sick. “You mean you’ll see me. . when I fell?”
   He slowly turned to face her. “Yes.”
   “Octavion, you don’t have to do. .”
   He put his hand up to cut her off. “I need to see it.” He closed his eyes, his face wrinkled in concentration. A few moments passed before his expression changed and she knew he was there, seeing her step closer to the edge of the cliff. She could almost tell what part of the night he watched by his body language and the way his brow furrowed. She knew the exact moment she slipped off the rock-he sucked in a quick breath, then stopped breathing altogether. A few seconds passed and his eyes opened. He looked at her, but said nothing else until he’d returned to her side.
   “Cade. . is fine,” he managed. Then he took in a deep breath and turned to face her. Rage flicked around the edges of his eyes. “You lied to me, Kira. You said you did not go out there to take your life. And how long have you been sharing thoughts with Altaria?”
   “What? I’m not. I mean. . I didn’t go out there to kill myself. I just wanted to feel the rain on my face, to feel something-anything. I was so numb I couldn’t even cry. But then. . I thought about Lydia.” Her tears flowed freely now, despite her efforts to hold them back. How could she explain this? The very thought of his sister’s spirits spending eternity apart would crush him. And how would he treat Kira if he knew? Even kissing her would be different knowing Altaria saw and heard everything Kira did. But then she’d promised not to keep anything from him. No secrets between them. “Um. . I can’t hear Altaria’s thoughts. But. . I speak to her all the time and. . I can feel her.”
   Confusion washed over Octavion’s face. “What do you mean by feel her?”
   Kira scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. It was pretty obvious what Altaria wanted. The ache in Kira’s chest was so severe, she could hardly breathe. She wanted out. “Stop it,” she whispered, pressing against the pain.
   “Kira, you need to tell me what is going on. Are you hearing Altaria’s thoughts? And why are you grabbing at your chest? Is it your heart again, like when you healed?”
   “No, it’s not my heart.” She walked to the little window and tried to peek outside through the ivy that covered it. She turned to face him. “I should have told you, but I promised Lydia I’d keep it a secret, and then when I found out she died, I thought about how upset you would be and. .”
   Octavion jumped to his feet, crossed the room and took Kira by the shoulders. “Tell me what?”
   “It’s Altaria. She’s not dead. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.” She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.
   Octavion dropped his hands to his side. “Kira, there are things. .” He groaned. “You need to tell me everything-from the beginning.”
   Kira nodded. “It happened in the canyon, right before you came back. Remember? You asked me if Shandira bit me and I told you that it was Altaria, but it wasn’t her fault.”
   He pulled the chair from under the desk and motioned for her to sit, then sat across from her on the hearth. “I remember, but what does that have to do with thinking she is alive?”
   “I’m not sure what happened exactly. I just know that when I cut my hand to heal Altaria, the smell of my blood made her transform and she wanted to kill me. Lydia must have known that and the only way she could think to save my life was to force Altaria’s spirit to leave her body. . and. .” She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat before opening them again. “She gave her to me.”
   “What? What are you saying?”
   “I’m saying Altaria’s spirit is locked inside me. She’s stuck, Octavion, and she’s so mad.” Kira’s heart raced and the pain was almost unbearable.
   Octavion’s face suddenly lost all its color. “Altaria. . is inside you?”
   “Yeah, and she’s really pissed.”
   He ran his fingers through his hair, stood and began pacing. “And you are certain? You hear her? Feel her?”
   “Not exactly. It’s like she’s living inside my heart or something. I ask her questions and she makes my heart race or my blood flow faster which warms me. I think she has control of your blood-the Royal inside me-but that’s it. She hasn’t been able to control anything else. At least I don’t think she has.”
   This time Octavion knelt in front of her. “So she can hear me now?”
   Kira’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled. “Yeah. She can hear me speak and see what I see, but we can’t share thoughts.”
   She hadn’t noticed until then, that Octavion’s eyes were filled with tears-which was a complete contrast to the smile that slowly crept across his face. He took her hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I brought you hear to tell you something-to tell both you and Altaria. Promise me you will hear me out before you get angry.”
   Kira straightened. So he’d kept secrets too. “Tell me what?”
   “Promise first.”
   She withdrew her hands and folded her arms. “I promise.”
   He sat back on his heels. “Before I left, Luka and I fought because I was angry with him for not telling me about the Royals who attacked you, but then he reminded me that I was the one keeping a secret. The night I brought Lydia home I had to leave her in my father’s arms. My hunger was so strong I could not help him with her. My thoughts were on feeding-nothing else-not even you.”
   “Ussay told me about what happened-about Luka and the old man.”
   He nodded. “Good, then I will leave that part out.” He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Two days passed before I returned to the castle. After checking on you, I went straight to Lydia’s side to find her wound mending, but she would not wake. She was so weak and now I know why. Without Altaria. .”
   “She died,” Kira finished.
   Octavion wiped a tear from Kira’s face. “No. That is the truth I kept from you.”
   “I don’t understand.”
   He smiled. “I am sorry Kira. I gave an oath to my father-my king. I would rather die than go against that. I only tell you so you understand that what I am about to say could bring a heavy price.”
   Kira felt her blood boiling insider her. Maybe Altaria had figured his secret out before she had. “Tell me what?”
   “Lydia. . did not die.”
   Kira pressed her hand to her racing heart. “She didn’t die the day before I arrived?”
   He didn’t answer at first, just gazed into her eyes. Then he gently caressed the side of her face and smiled. “No, my love. She is still alive.”

   Kira didn’t know whether to dance around the room with joy or punch him in the face. Altaria picked the latter. Kira actually felt heat rush down her arm and into her hand, forcing her fist to clench. The next thing she knew she’d raised her arm and made contact with Octavion’s face. Unfortunately, her hand wasn’t nearly as strong as his jaw. When it hit a sharp pain shot through her hand, accompanied by a popping sound.
   “Crap!” She grabbed her hand and pulled it to her chest. It felt like she’d hit a brick wall and Octavion didn’t even flinch.
   “Let me see that.” Octavion tried to pry her hands apart, but she pulled away.
   “Don’t touch me.” She stood and walked to the door, leaned her back against it and tried to examine her hand. The knuckle on her middle finger had already started to swell. “Look what you did.” She held it up so he could see.
   “You hit me, remember?” He crossed the distance between them, a smirk on his face. “What is it with you women? Can you not express anger without hitting?”
   “Look who’s talking. Your knuckles were bruised and scabbed over when I woke in your chambers. They didn’t get that way by themselves. Care to explain that?”
   “No.” He took her hand and carefully inspected it. When he touched her middle finger, a jolt of pain raced up her arm.
   “Ouch!” she screamed. She took her hand back. “Just leave me alone.”
   He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest. “It is broken, Kira.”
   “Oh, really? I’m so glad you told me that. I don’t think I would have figured it out on my own.”
   “Let me take you to Gregor.” He tried to take her hand again, but she slapped him with her good one.
   “See? Again with the hitting,” he teased.
   “You’re not taking me anywhere until I see Lydia. I have to figure out a way to give Altaria back to her.” She marched back to the bed and sat on the edge. “I’ll never forgive you for this one, Octavion. Keeping this from me could have killed her. What if it’s too late? What if she’s too weak to accept Altaria’s spirit?”
   He sighed. “I had no choice. My father forbade it. I gave my word not to tell anyone. Besides, I was not the only one who kept secrets. If you would have told me Altaria lived inside you. .”
   “How could I tell you? I thought Lydia was dead. Where was Altaria supposed to go, anyway?” Her hand throbbed. What she wouldn’t give for a bag of ice-to throw at him.
   He came closer and knelt in front of her. She scooted further back, not letting him touch her.
   “Kira, you have to understand his reasons. If word got back to Shandira, Lydia’s life would have been in danger. We could not take the risk.” Octavion stood and crossed to the fire. He rested his arm on the mantle and brushed his fingers through his hair. He stayed there for the longest time, just staring into the flames, his back turned to her. “She has yet to wake since I brought her home. She has had very little nourishment and water.”
   Kira let her hands drop into her lap. “How can she still be alive?”
   He shook his head and turned to face her. “I would not describe her as being alive. Her body has not yet found death, but there is no life left in her. I wanted to save you from seeing her like that. You needed to remember her as she was before.”
   Kira’s heart sank into my stomach. “I don’t care what she looks like. I want to see her. I have to try to give back Altaria. I know she’ll be fine if I can do that.”
   Octavion sat on the hearth and leaned his elbows on his knees. “My intentions were to tell you the truth. . without my father’s knowledge. He will be furious with me.”
   “No he won’t. He’ll be happy to know about Altaria, especially if it saves Lydia’s life.”
   “If he believes you. He will most likely be so angry he will refuse to let you near her. It would not surprise me if he ordered me to take you back to your world because of this.” He looked at her intently. “Kira, you cannot tell anyone, you know that, right?”
   “I’m not going back and I won’t say anything.”
   “I believe you. I only hope my father understands my reasons for revealing the truth. There cannot be secrets between us. Not if it means putting you in danger. I would be a hypocrite to ask you to tell me everything if I held something back. Luka was all too eager to point that out to me.”
   Kira stood and went to him, kneeling at his feet. Altaria had calmed her heart until Kira looked into Octavion’s eyes. It was all she could do to control the urge to hit him again. Kira had already forgiven him, but she was pretty sure it would take some time for Altaria to do the same. “Thank you for telling me,” she finally said. “Can we go now? I really want to see her, and if we don’t get Al out of me soon, I think my heart will burst.”
   “Al?”
   Kira smiled. “Yeah, I started calling her that after the switch. It just popped into my head and sounded right.”
   Octavion smiled. “It is what her mother called her. She hasn’t allowed anyone else to call her that since Estaria was killed. I believe you are more connected with her than you realize.”
   The pressure in Kira’s heart suddenly stopped and a warm sensation filled her entire body. He was right. Somehow, they’d found a friendship in all the tragedy. “I think you’re right.”
   Kira stood, but as she took a step back, she caught her foot in the hem of her dress and stumbled. Half way to the floor, Octavion reached out and grabbed the front of her dress.
   “Not so fast.” He didn’t just stop her fall, but brought her up against his chest and put his arms around her. “You are a clumsy one. Perhaps you could manage to stay in one piece long enough for me to speak to my father. He will not be pleased about my confession.”
   The warmth from his body engulfed her. She wanted to tease him back, but all she could think about was kissing him again. She lost herself in his eyes. When she didn’t answer, a seductive grin crossed his face. He ran his hand through her hair until he found the nape of her neck, then gently pulled her head back and pressed his lips to hers. If she hadn’t been so involved in taking in every movement of his mouth she may have noticed they were no longer standing in the cottage. She only realized they’d been transported to the courtyard when she heard the splash of the fountain instead of the crackling of the fire.
   “You could have warned me. What if I opened my eyes?”
   He flashed his dimples. “I believe you were adequately distracted.”
   When they entered the castle, she wasn’t a bit surprised to see Gregor waiting in the parlor-along with Mara and Ussay. Octavion sent word that she’d broken her finger, but hadn’t given any details so they all waited to find out what horrible thing the clumsy ox had done this time. When she told them she hit him, they laughed.
   Satisfied with Kira’s answer, Mara chuckled under her breath and waddled slowly out of the room. “Let me know if you need anything else, dear,” she said over her shoulder.
   “Wish me luck,” Octavion whispered in her ear. Then he walked up the stairs to speak to his father. His slow, hesitant gate reminded Kira of a little boy being called to the principal’s office. She wondered what kind of punishment his father would dish out for Octavion not keeping his oath. The king didn’t seem like the kind of man to tolerate betrayal.
   At first Gregor agreed with Octavion’s assessment that her finger was broken, but after he examined it he changed his mind.
   “I believe you may have shifted the bone out of the socket, my dear. It shall be easy to reset.” Then he grabbed her middle finger and yanked on it.
   Kira screamed, pulled her hand away and held it close to her chest. She wanted to swear, but she was too busy fighting back the stars flitting around in her head. She didn’t remember her broken ribs hurting this much.
   “My lady, I need to set it. You will lose the use of it if I do not.” Gregor tried to take her hand again, but she pushed him away.
   “You don’t have a gentle bone in your body. You’re not touching me.” She drew her legs up onto the chair and buried her hand against her abdomen. “Now go away.”
   He scowled. “We will see what Octavion has to say about this.”
   “Oh, yeah. Well, maybe you should torture him. He’s got one nasty set of broken ribs that need looked at.”
   Ussay had been quiet until Kira mentioned the ribs. She scooted to the edge of her chair with wide eyes. “You broke his ribs, too?”
   Kira laughed. “I wish.” He deserved more than that for keeping the fact that Lydia had survived away from her.
   Gregor let out an exaggerated sigh and sat back in his chair. “Perhaps he will give you something to help you sleep. I can set it then.”
   “Knock me out? Are you insane? I’m not taking any of his crazy concoctions. Every time I do, I get sick or end up someplace I don’t want to be.”
   “You will if I say.” Octavion leaned against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest and a grin on his face. “What seems to be the problem?”
   Both Gregor and Kira began expressing their opinions at the same time, neither one making any sense. Ussay rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air.
   “Silence!” Octavion roared.
   Kira glared at him. “Excuse me?”
   He smirked. “One at a time, please. Is it broken?”
   “No,” they all said in unison.
   “Then what is the problem?”
   When they both started speaking again he held up his hand to stop them. “Gregor first.”
   Kira huffed and looked away in disgust.
   “The bone is out of the socket. She will not allow me to set it.” Gregor’s condescending tone set Kira’s blood boiling. They started shooting insults back and forth like siblings fighting over a toy. Ussay flopped back in her chair and folder her arms.
   “Enough!” Octavion yelled, then softened his tone when he turned toward Kira. “Let me see it.” He knelt in front of Kira. “Please. I want to see for myself.”
   She turned away, protecting her hand. “You first.” She smiled as wide as she could and motioned to his left side.
   He tensed. “I am fine. It is only a bruise. I told you that.”
   “Then it won’t hurt to have Gregor look at it.”
   Ussay giggled, earning a glare from Octavion.
   “Perhaps I should take a look,” Gregor said.
   Octavion growled. “As you wish, my lady,” he said to Kira through clenched teeth. He stood and pulled up his tunic up so Gregor could examine his ribs.
   “Please remove your shirt,” Gregor asked. “I cannot examine you properly with it on.”
   Octavion stiffened. “This will have to do, old man.”
   As Kira watched their exchange, she could tell he hid something-so much for not having any secrets between them.
   “Octavion,” Kira said. “Please do as he says or I will not let him touch my hand.”
   Octavion stood in silence for a moment and then slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Ussay gasped. Kira, on the other hand, stopped breathing. His back had two long gashes, deep and raw.
   Kira slowly stood, keeping her eyes on Octavion’s reaction to her seeing his injuries. His breathing was rough, the profile of his face rigid and drawn. She tried to walk around him so she could get a better view of his ribs, but he put his hand out to stop her.
   “Kira, could you and Ussay please wait in the other room?” He didn’t look at her, just kept his focus on the far wall. “Please.”
   Ussay quickly left the room without a word.
   “I want to see.” She put her hand on his arm and urged him to release her. “No secrets, remember?”
   “This is different.”
   “Not to me.” When she stepped in front of him and realized what he hid from her, all the horrible memories of her own torture came flooding back. The bruise to his ribs was the least of his injuries. Bruises and small cuts riddled his chest, one of which should have been stitched, but the injury that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up was a set of deep claw marks that started at his left shoulder and angled across his chest.
   She tried to control her reaction, but tears sprang to her eyes. Shandira’s evil spirit seemed to linger in the room around them, even though she knew that wasn’t possible. Kira stepped back and tried to find something to grab hold of, but only found air.
   “Kira, are you well?” Gregor asked while taking her arm and helping her sit.
   “Yeah, I’m fine.” She wanted to ask Octavion about what had happened and where he’d gotten each and every mark, but she knew he wouldn’t tell her. She could only imagine the battle he’d been through by comparing it to the one she’d endured in the canyon and then again at the hands of the same monsters that inflicted his wounds.
   Kira tried to picture Shandira in her mind and how she may have caused the claw marks. She was a sadistic creature with no conscience-Kira knew she was capable of doing anything to anyone, even her own brother and sister. How she longed to take out her own revenge on her. She’d never felt so much hate for anyone in her life. It was the same feeling of avengement she saw on Octavion’s face the day he left to hunt Shandira down. The blackness eating away at her would never be satisfied until Shandira was dead.
   Octavion stood frozen like a statue, staring at nothing. He tightened his jaw and swallowed hard. “May I put my shirt back on now?”
   Gregor shook his head, gently exploring Octavion’s ribs. “Not yet, son.”
   He winced, but remained quiet.
   Once Gregor seemed satisfied that they were indeed not broken, he gave his consent for Octavion to replace his tunic, but not before chastising him for letting the wound on his chest go without stitches.
   “I’ve had worse wounds than this and they have healed without your handywork,” Octavion said.
   Kira cleared her throat. “Gregor, would you please clean his wounds and put something on them? I don’t want them infected.”
   Octavion protested, but she held up her crippled hand to remind him she called the shots this time. He groaned, then reluctantly allowed Gregor to put two stitches in the deepest of the cuts and clean the other wounds. The salve would have to wait until Octavion could return to his lair-he insisted on using his own mixture.
   “Your turn, my love,” Octavion teased.
   She’d been deep in her own thoughts and his words startled her. She was, however, grateful for the change in his mood.
   Octavion sat on one of the sofas and motioned for her to sit next to him.
   She halfheartedly moved to his side.
   “I’ve had this happen while hunting before and so has Luka. I can put it in if you prefer.” He held out his hand.
   Kira cringed. “I don’t want it done at all. It hurts.”
   “I will be gentle.” He wiggled his fingers in the air, coaxing her to put her hand in his.
   She reluctantly gave in. It was the first time she’d really taken a good look at her hand after hitting him. The swelling was far worse than she’d imagined and it throbbed with each beat of her heart.
   He gently took the end of her finger with his thumb and index finger. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed, but half way through filling her lungs with air he pulled hard and fast on her finger, slipping it back into the socket with a snap. It happened so fast she didn’t have time to react.
   He grinned. “Better?”
   She pulled her hand away and cradled it back against her body. “I hate you.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. As much as it hurt when he pulled it back into place, she had to admit it did feel better. She wasn’t about to let him know that, though. She was too busy trying to see his face through the stars that had returned to her eyes.
   “You will get over it,” he said and then he flashed those stupid dimples. He knew exactly how to get to her.
   Gregor, who still stood a few feet away with his hands on his hips, let out a huge sigh, grabbed his brown leather bag and moved toward the door. “I should take up residence in the castle with how often you two get injured.” Then he walked out of view.
   “I believe I upset him. Perhaps I should have let him set your finger after all.”
   “I don’t think so.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Was your father angry with you?”
   “He did not approve, but he understood. He is only concerned for her safety.” He adjusted his shirt, cringing as it brushed against his skin. He looked away.
   “You know better than anyone what infection can do to a person. Maybe you should take care of those before we go upstairs.”
   “I will tend to them later.” He stood and offered his hand, his expression grave. “As for now. . your friend awaits.”

   Kira’s stomach clenched into knots. As they neared the top of the stairs, she could feel those same knots twisting and turning until they threatened to push her stomach right up into her throat. What if she couldn’t reunite their spirits? Or what if something went wrong in the process and Altaria was left in limbo, lost forever? And then there was the king-why did she feel like she was about to go before a firing squad?
   The stairs leading to the king’s royal chambers were right before the door that led to Octavion’s room. The stairs curved upward until they entered a large room with a double set of doors at the opposite end. They were twice as tall as her and wide enough to drive a truck through. The wrought iron handles had a massive chain wound through them and heavy padlock as big as her hand.
   “How does your father get out if the lock is on this side?” she asked.
   Octavion raised one eyebrow and smirked.
   “Oh.”
   Octavion took a large skeleton key from his pocket and slipped it into the lock.
   Kira put her hand over his, stopping him. “Wouldn’t it be safer for us to leap to the other side? I don’t want someone else to get in.”
   “It can be painful to go through a wall or door, Kira. The roof of my cabin is nothing compared to a thick wooden door or stone walls.”
   She looked at him and smiled. “How do you think Luka got me out of your lair and into the village? Yeah, it hurt, but I think I can handle it.”
   He returned the key to his pocket and gently pulled her into his arms.
   “Ready?”
   “I think so.” She’d always been surprised by the difference when traveling with Octavion. This time was no different. It was as if his love protected her from the effects. She felt no pain, just a slight pressure on her chest and back, something she experienced all the time anyway.
   When she opened her eyes on the other side of the door, she was taken aback. She’d expected to be in the kings sleeping chambers with Lydia in clear view. Instead, a long dark hallway stretched out in front of them. At the other end stood a tall window with thick red drapes open about two inches. The sliver of daylight provided just enough light to silhouette the benches and tables lining the walls. Tiny particles of dust danced around in the hazy beam.
   “I apologize for the condition of my father’s quarters. No one has been in here to clean for quite some time.” His voice was barely a whisper.
   It reminded her of haunted mansions she’d seen portrayed in movies. As they slowly made their way down the hall she thought about the sorrow his father had endured. The loss of not only his two brides, but also both his daughters-one turned evil and the other lying lifeless and alone. With the amount of dust on the wooden tables flanking the benches, it wouldn’t surprise her to know this place hadn’t been cleaned since before Octavion left Xantara with his sister.
   On every table stood a large ceramic vase, each filled with the brittle remains of what were once fresh cut flowers. Their petals lay scattered on the tables and floor. The slight breeze they created as they passed caused them to dance around, leaving little skid marks in the dust.
   She counted six doors-three on each side. In between each one hung a large painting. With the lack of light, she couldn’t make out any detail, but most appeared to be landscapes of the surrounding mountains and cliffs.
   As they neared the last door, her heart began to race. Altaria seemed just as nervous as she was. Kira and Octavion had been walking side by side, not touching. But now she found herself needing his support. She took hold of his hand with her uninjured one. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
   “Last chance to back out,” he teased, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
   She tried to fill her lungs, but the dusty air caught in her nose and throat. As the urge to sneeze slowly crept into her sinuses, she put her throbbing hand up under her nose to control it. It came anyway-all the way from her toes. If there were any ghosts sleeping in these rooms, they were awake now.
   Octavion chuckled. “I guess knocking is of no use. You have already announced our presence.”
   A sudden warmth rushed to her cheeks. “Sorry.”
   As Octavion reached for the door latch she felt every muscle in her body tense. She was having second thoughts, but only because she feared what she would see and how she would react. The image in her mind revealed a ghostly version of a girl she once knew with dark circles under her eyes and hollow cheeks. She tried to replace it with Lydia’s crooked smile and beautiful green eyes. She needed to save that image in her mind and remember Lydia as she used to be.
   As the door swung open, Octavion gave her hand another squeeze and led them into the room. It wasn’t at all what she’d expected. For some reason she thought the walls would be covered in gold or at least adorned with some kind of royal tapestries. Instead it looked much like Octavion’s sleeping chambers only on a much larger scale-very impersonal, yet masculine.
   His father-the king-stood a few feet in front of them, blocking Kira’s view of the bed. With his shoulders thrown back and his head held high, his stately countenance demanded respect.
   Kira stepped forward and gave him as deep a curtsy as she could manage without falling to the floor.
   He didn’t even acknowledge her presence. He locked gazes with Octavion, their identical strained expressions and silence could only mean one thing-they were arguing with their thoughts.
   She stepped to one side to get a view of Lydia, but Octavion squeezed her hand a little harder and pulled her back.
   “Wait,” he whispered, then continued glaring at his father.
   But patience had never been Kira’s best quality. Unaware of her nervous behavior, she tapped her foot on the floor. She didn’t even realize until Octavion broke his concentration long enough to chastise her with his eyes.
   She shifted her weight to the other foot and silently tapped her big toe inside her shoe. It didn’t seem to have the same calming effect for her anxious nerves. When she started fidgeting, Octavion squeezed her hand again. He squeezed them so often she’d lost the feeling in her fingertips. She tried to pull free of his grip but he wouldn’t let go.
   How long could they possibly have this conversation? Octavion said they’d already discussed her seeing Lydia-what else could they be talking about? She watched as their facial expressions changed from anger to frustration and back again. She was about to express her own opinion when Octavion let out a big sigh.
   His father turned to face her. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to do the whole curtsy thing again or not, so she just stood there, waiting for further instructions from whoever spoke first. The king didn’t make her wait long.
   “You will not speak of this to anyone. Do you understand?” His eyes pierced clean through her. They were deep blue like his son’s, and she could tell he was angry because of the threads of yellow and thin pupils, but there was something else there, a quality she couldn’t quite identify. It made her wonder exactly what his talents and gifts were-perhaps he could read minds or hypnotize with his stare. She lowered her eyes.
   “Yes,” she managed.
   “Your betrayal has cost you dearly, son. My trust does not come easily.”
   Octavion’s jaw tightened. “It is not necessary for you to repeat your words for Kira’s benefit, father. I am well aware of my treason.”
   Treason? Kira suddenly had a knot in her throat. She hadn’t given much thought to what this might mean for Octavion. He’d sacrificed the trust of his own father and possibly his crown so there would be no secrets between them.
   His father took a step to the side and motioned toward the bed. Kira’s eyes were still down. As anxious as she was to give back Altaria, she couldn’t seem to move.
   Octavion pulled her close, putting his hand on the small of her back. He gave a gentle nudge forward. “Kira, it is all right. You may see her now.”
   She slowly raised her eyes. The burning that settled in her chest started to catch flame again. “Calm down, Al,” she whispered. With each small footstep her heart skipped a beat. Two more steps and she would be next to the bed and have a full view of Lydia’s face. She hesitated, blinked and took a deep breath.
   “Kira, maybe we should. .”
   “Shh. . I’m okay.” She pushed away from him and took the last two steps on her own.
   There were no words to describe the shell of a woman she saw in front of her. The drawn and empty face, pale and completely void of color, was not Lydia. Her thin lips were so dark, they looked bruised. The circles around her eyes made her skin look transparent-the narrow veins clearly visible underneath. Even her once-golden hair hung dull and colorless around her face.
   Tears flowed down Kira’s cheeks as a painful heartbeat hammered against the inside of her ribs. When Octavion’s warm hand touched her shoulder, she spun around and fell into his arms.
   “I know,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her.
   “She can’t. . die,” Kira sobbed. “We have to. . do something. We have to figure this out and give Al back to her.”
   “We will,” Octavion said.
   Kira turned toward Lydia again. Octavion brushed her hair back away from her neck then bent down and whispered in her ear. “Tell me what to do and I will do it.” His warm breath rushed down her neck like a soothing balm.
   “I don’t know.” Lydia seemed so fragile, so broken. Kira took both Lydia’s hands and tried to summon any powers that may remain in the Crystor, but she felt nothing. “Al, try to go back,” she whispered, but only a cold chill ran up Kira’s spine. She dropped Lydia’s hand.
   Kira caressed the tiny band of silver, useless and dull. She hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but if what Octavion had said about the Crystor was true, that it could only be removed if one of them died, then Kira should have known Lydia was still alive.
   But then. . what about Serena? She’d assumed the Crystor had been removed from Serena’s wrist after she died, but if she lived, how did it get on Kira’s wrist? Did Octavion lie about that too? Did he just tell her it was dangerous so she would stay bound to Lydia? And more importantly, if he was a powerful Jayde, then why hadn’t he tried to fix the Crystor so she could heal herself and Lydia?
   “I have a question about the Crystor. . and Serena,” she whispered. Kira turned around to find Octavion’s stature stiff and his jaw ridged.
   His father sat in a chair several feet away watching them. When she mentioned Serena’s name he slid to the edge and appeared to listen more intently.
   “What do you want to know?” Octavion asked.
   She didn’t want to be the one to tell him Serena lived through her ordeal. She didn’t want to see the look on his face when he realized the woman he truly loved still lived in the village. But she needed to know everything about the Crystor. Giving Altaria back may depend on her being bound to Lydia. If it no longer held any power and they weren’t bound, then Lydia and Altaria would remain separated forever.
   “Well, I was curious about something. Is it true that the only way I can take off the Crystor is if one of us dies? Is that how you were able to take it back from Serena?”
   “Yes, that is the only way. One has to die.”
   “So. . if Serena were still alive, there’s no way you could have this-no way I could be wearing it?” She held her hand up so he could see the Crystor more clearly.
   “Right,” he said. “Why are you asking me this?”
   Kira straightened her back and braced herself for what she needed to do next. Then she looked at the King. “If you don’t tell him, I will.” She made sure her tone was firm so he’d understand exactly what she meant.
   The king stood, his face contorted with rage. “How dare you address me in that tone? You will leave now,” he roared. He crossed the floor, stopping within arm’s reach of Kira.
   Octavion jumped in front of him, the muscles in his back swelling as he moved. “You will not touch her, Father.”
   “You dare let this woman speak to me in such a manner?”
   “She has done nothing.”
   “Tell him,” Kira said.
   Octavion spun around to face Kira, his countenance almost as angry as his father’s. “Tell me what?”
   “He lied to you. Serena didn’t die, and he erased her memory.”
   The words slipped off her tongue in a whisper. The blood drained from Octavion’s face. He stepped back and shook his head.
   “That is not true.”
   The king glared at Kira. She was never more grateful in her life for not being able to read minds. She didn’t want to know what he planned to do with her, but beheading topped the list.
   Octavion turned slowly on his heals. His jaw tightened as his father’s eyes shifted from Kira to meet his glare.
   “Is this true?” Octavion growled.
   “I have done nothing wrong.”
   “That is not what I asked. Is what she said true? Is Serena alive?”
   The king threw back his shoulders and raised his chin. “Yes.”
   Octavion’s shoulders dropped. “How could you, Father? What possible reason could you have to deceive me like that? You have no idea the guilt that has plagued me all these years. I blamed myself for her death. I bound her to my sister.” He let out a roar that made the walls tremble.
   “He did it because you loved her,” Kira said. It was only a guess, but she’d had time to think about the king’s motives and it made sense.
   They both looked at her with fire in their eyes. Their expressions said it all-how dare she speak and interrupt their little battle? But she didn’t care. She’d already stuck her neck out, she may as well continue. “It really wasn’t that hard to figure out. He knew if she was alive, you would never leave her behind.” She leaned against the edge of the bed and tried not to think about the way he still felt about her-what this all meant for them. “You wouldn’t take your sister to another planet, to safety, if you knew the love of your life. .” Her voice caught as she spoke the words.
   Octavion’s expression softened. “You are the love of my life, Kira. This changes nothing.” His eyes were calmer, but still laced with ribbons of gold.
   “This changes everything,” she said. “If Serena is still alive, then maybe you can take this thing off and make me one that works. I could heal Lydia and put Altaria’s spirit back.”
   Octavion took her hand and gently brushed his fingers along the Crystor. His brow furrowed in confusion. A long moment of silence passed before he let her hand fall and took a step back. But he still didn’t say anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
   “What’s wrong?” Kira asked.
   “The charm I put on the Crystor will not allow it to be removed-not even by me.”
   “Then how did you get it off Serena’s wrist?”
   “I was not the one who removed it,” he said. He looked up at Kira, then turned his focus on his father. “He was.”
   King Belesgar stood a few feet away, his demeanor unchanged. He made no attempt to explain or deny his son’s accusation.
   “Father? What did you do to Serena?”
   “What is done, is done and there is no reason to discuss it,” the king said.
   “He erased her memory. I know that for sure,” Kira blurted.
   “Silence!” King Belesgar yelled.
   “Father! What did you do? Did you hurt her? Did you. . cut her hand off?”
   Kira gasped. “You wouldn’t.” But then she thought about where she was and how primitive and brutal this world could be. He would do it if it meant saving his daughter.
   “No!” Belesgar roared, his fists clenched at his sides. “You think me a monster. I would never do such a thing. She was innocent in all this. You are to blame for including her in our fight.”
   Octavion took a step forward. “Then explain it. The only one who could break a charm by a hybrid Jayde is a Master Jayde and I doubt Panthera owed you a favor of such magnitude.”
   The king gave no answer.
   “Father!”
   Kira touched Octavion’s arm in an attempt to calm him, but he shrugged her away. This had gotten way out of control and was no longer about healing Lydia and returning her kindred spirit. Kira feared their argument would turn into a physical fight and she wanted no part of it.
   “I will not discuss this in front of her,” the king finally said. “Remove her from my chambers.”
   Kira opened her mouth to protest, but Octavion beat her to it.
   “I will not,” he said. “Her very presence may cause Lydia’s spirit to seek Altaria’s and I will not risk missing an opportunity to save my sister’s life.”
   Belesgar glared at Kira, then turned back to his son. “Then we shall take this elsewhere.”
   “Agreed.” Octavion turned his attention to Kira. “Will you be all right if I leave you alone for a while? This will not take long.”
   Kira nodded.
   An instant later they were both gone.

   Octavion and his father stood in the chapel directly adjacent to his sleeping chambers. The thick walls and lack of doors or windows would keep them from being disturbed and prevent anyone from overhearing their heated discussion. The only room designed for Royals only, it had no door, the only way in or out was by traveling through their minds. It served as a safe room as well as a place for the king to have complete privacy and peace.
   This was not one of those times.
   Belesgar slammed his hand down on the stone alter. “How dare you speak to me like that in front of a commoner.”
   “Kira is not a commoner. We are bound. She is as much a Royal as I am.”
   “Until the Elders of Lor witness this union, it will not be recognized by the gods or your king.” Belesgar threw his arms out to his sides. “A king that demands your respect.”
   “How can I respect a man who lies to his own son? I want to know everything. What did you do to Serena? How did you remove the Crystor from her wrist without killing her and Lydia?” Octavion stepped closer to see his father’s face more clearly. With no windows in the room, they both relied on their feline ability to see in the dark. “And who erased her memory? I want the truth.”
   “The truth? How can I trust you with Xantara’s secrets when you break a simple oath and tell Kira your sister is alive?”
   Octavion clenched his fists. “That is different and you know it. Kira and Lydia are bound by magic and share a deep friendship. They should never have been separated in the first place.”
   Belesgar laughed. “Magic? You know nothing of magic.”
   “And you do?”
   “I know enough to recognize a weak charm when I see it.”
   Octavion took a step back, folding his arms. “What is that supposed to mean?”
   “That you knew nothing about being a Jayde when you cast that charm-a young boy playing with things only a seasoned Jayde should try.”
   “And you would know this how?” None of this made sense and he needed answers.
   Belesgar turned away from his son and paced the small room like a caged tiger.
   “Father!”
   The king spun around with fire in his eyes. With one sweep of his hand, the woven carpet Octavion stood on lifted from the ground and sailed across the room, throwing him against the wall.
   Octavion’s feet went out from under him and he landed on his back. Every muscle in his body complained and he felt the stitches Gregor put in earlier rip open. He slammed his fist on the floor and cursed.
   The king huffed out the air in his lungs. “I assumed you were faster on your feet. I would have leapt to another part of the room to avoid falling.”
   “I am tired, Father. I have spent the last nine days fighting our enemies and hunting your. . daughter.” Octavion’s tender ribs ached with each breath. He rolled onto his side and pushed to his knees. “You are a Jayde? How could you keep something like this from me?”
   Belesgar walked to the opposite wall and tapped one of the stones, making several around the room glow, bringing light into the room. “The kind of magic I possess is not for children. You were not mature enough to understand. You treated your gift like a new toy, something you played with and took no responsibility for. How could I teach you things you would only abuse?”
   Octavion stood, holding his ribs with one hand and using the wall for support with the other. “You sent me to Panthera to study with a Master Jayde when you could have taught me yourself. Why would you do that? I am your son.”
   “It is because you are my son that I sent you. You needed discipline. As your father I feared I would be lax and not give you proper instruction.”
   “But to keep it from me-”
   “I choose who I share my gifts with-as do you.”
   Octavion pushed away from the wall. After his ordeal with Shandira and revealing the truth about Lydia to Kira, his father’s revelation seemed almost too much for him to handle. His mind felt like a jumbled mess. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with his father, but he needed answers.
   He sat on the only bench in the room-opposite the altar-and stared up at the tapestry hanging on the far wall. It depicted Ziah standing at the gates of Lor.
   “That does not explain Serena.” He turned to face his father. “You lied to me.”
   King Belesgar stepped closer and took a seat next to his son. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I will take full blame, but you need to know it was not my decision. She chose this.”
   “You are lying. We were in love.”
   Belesgar sighed deeply. “Love does not come easily in this world. Few ever experience the kind of love that lasts, the love that makes us give up everything we know, everything we are.” He ran his fingers through his hair and met his son’s eyes. “She experienced great pain healing your sister that night and I wanted her to get the best of care, so insisted she stay here in the castle. When I decided to send you and Lydia away, I went to Serena and gave her a choice. She could go with you to a new world, hide away and possibly never see her family again, or I could remove all memories of you and Lydia so she could live happily with no regret.
   “We spoke well into the night, weighing her options. Her main concern, her father’s health and what it would do to him if she left. She also worried if her mother would be able to support herself if he died. It was not an easy decision for her, but she chose to stay with her family.”
   His father put his hand on Octavion’s shoulder. “I knew if I told you the truth you would confront her and try to change her mind. Or worse, choose not to leave, putting Lydia in more danger. I am sorry I deceived you, but I also had to think of what was best for my family. You and Lydia are all I have now.”
   Octavion shrugged out from under his hand and stood. He walked a few steps away, then turned to face his father. “The Crystor. How did you get it off?”
   “It fell off on its own.”
   “That is not possible. I charmed it to bind Serena and Lydia until death.”
   Belesgar smiled. “When you set the charm, did you ask Serena to promise anything?”
   Octavion thought back to the day he’d created the Crystor. It was so long ago he couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said. “I do not remember. Why?”
   “I do. I saw all Serena’s memories before I erased them from her mind. You asked her if she promised to be the Crystor’s keeper. When she agreed, the Crystor sealed itself around her wrist. She was bound by her word, not your charm. When I erased her memories, she no long remembered making the promise and so the Crystor fell off.”
   Octavion went back to the bench and sat down. “Kira did not make a promise. She merely picked it up off the table and it wound around her wrist on its own. She felt pain when it took hold. Serena never did.” He turned to face his father. “You changed the charm.”
   “Yes.”
   “That is why it reacted so strangely with her-allowed her to do more. She could heal herself, not just Lydia, and it made her stronger. She even shared memories and emotions with Lydia. I thought it was because Kira lived in another world-but you did that.”
   Belesgar nodded.
   “Then you can fix it, right?”
   “No. I created the charm so that the keeper has control. The metal can be mended if damaged, but the power is in Kira. It is a part of her. It is connected with her body, mind and spirit. It feeds off her strengths and weaknesses. It will never leave her, except in death.”
   Octavion took a deep breath, making his ribs ache even more. “But it has left her. It does not work.”
   “It merely lies dormant, my son. I suspect it will come to life when the time is right, perhaps when Altaria’s spirit is reunited with Lydia. In the meantime, we must pray to the gods that your sister recovers quickly. I do not think she will live much longer as she is. Her heart is weak.”
   Octavion pinched the bridge of his nose again. He’d been avoiding his father since his visit to Panthera and not telling him the price he’d pay for Kira’s life had been nagging at him ever since. As long as he had his father’s full attention, now was as good a time as any. “There is something I need tell you.”
   “About King Ramla?”
   Octavion turned to face his father. “How-? I guess there are many things I still need to learn about your gifts. Do you know the price I agreed to?”
   His father put a hand on his shoulder. “I suspect it is steep.”
   Octavion nodded. “I am so sorry Father. The last thing I wanted was to give up my heritage, but I could not let her die.”
   “You must love her very much. When do you leave?” Belesgar cleared his throat and stood, leaving his back to his son.
   “Ramla said he would send for me. I thought he would have come by now, but then he said it would be in his time, so. . I have no idea.”
   “His ways are a little unpredictable. We can only hope he will not summon you until you have had time to put your affairs in order. Perhaps making your union with Kira official should be a priority.”
   “Perhaps.” He knew he should have told him the truth, that Kira would never accompany him to Panthera. But right now he wanted to keep that part to himself. He needed to figure out how to explain it to her first.

   Now more than ever, Kira wished she could share her thoughts with Lydia. She wanted to scream at her to wake up like she did in the clearing, but this time was different. She was but a whisper of herself and their connection had been broken.
   For the longest time Kira watched her, taking in every inch of her face as if seeing her for the first time. She wanted to tell her everything that had happened since she arrived in this world, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. She’d imagined, and even wished, that she’d have one more moment with her, one more chance to say goodbye and tell her what a good friend she’d been, but now-there were no words.
   Kira wiped a tear from her face and took in her surroundings. The room seemed eerily quiet. There were no open windows and the long thick drapes covering them shut out every hint of sunlight. The flicker of candles placed around the room provided a warm radiant glow against the stark white walls, but did nothing to bring color to Lydia’s face. Kira touched Lydia’s cheek expecting to feel cold flesh, but instead a sharp pain shot up her arm and into her chest, deepening the pressure already there.
   “Oh, Al. How am I going to do this? You have to help me.”
   Kira reached out and touched Lydia’s hand, hoping Altaria would figure it out and go back to Lydia, but it only increased the pain. So much so that Kira’s knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor next to the bed. She cried out for Octavion, not knowing if he’d hear her plea or not.
   Kira pressed her fingers to her chest. “Altaria, please stop!” But the pain only increased. Everything in the room swayed. She curled up on the floor and tried to stay conscious.
   A few seconds later she felt Octavion’s spirit in the distance. Then the door flew open and hit the table, sending a ceramic pitcher onto the floor, shattering it. “Kira!” Octavion knelt beside her, panic in his voice.
   “Tell her to stop,” she cried.
   Octavion tried to pull her hands away from her chest, but she pushed him away. “Altaria, you need to stop hurting Kira. Please.”
   A few seconds passed and the pain started to diminish. “It’s working. Keep talking to her.”
   This time he slipped his hunting knife from its sheath and held it in front of Kira’s face. “Altaria! Stop now or I will cut Lydia’s hair. . short.” He flashed a dimple and winked.
   Kira knew the message was received when the pain subsided and only a dull ache remained. Finally, she could breathe.
   Octavion replaced the knife and pulled Kira into his arms. “Are you all right?”
   She nodded. “She didn’t mean to hurt me. I think she’s just scared.” Kira took Octavion by the arm. “Help me up.”
   “Perhaps you should sit for a moment. You are shaking.”
   She put her hand on the side of his face and smiled. “I’m okay. Now help me up. I want to try something.”
   Octavion slowly stood, took her hand and helped her from the ground. His eyes watched intently as Kira walked to the other side of the bed, hiked up her skirt and climbed onto the billowy mattress next to his sister. She motioned for him to come closer, but he didn’t move.
   “Explain this first. I do not want you hurt.”
   “Okay, but will you at least keep an open mind until I finish explaining it?”
   He sat on the edge of the bed. “Yes.”
   “Earlier when I touched Lydia, nothing happened, but after you left with your father, I tried again and a bolt of pain shot through me.” She reached across Lydia to take his hand. “I think we need to give Al a chance, let her experiment and find her way back. Lydia had it all figured out, I’m pretty sure if we give Al time, she will too.”
   Octavion’s brow furrowed. “But you said it hurt when you touched her. What if she-”
   “Nothing will happen to me. I think the pain was so severe because she’s frustrated and desperate to get out. Maybe if we talk to her and tell her we won’t stop until she is settled she will go slowly and it won’t hurt as much. I don’t have all the answers, but it’s worth a try. Besides, I can’t live with her inside me like this and it’s not fair to keep her locked up.”
   His expression turned more serious. “Promise me if the pain gets to be too much, you will stop.”
   Kira shook her head. “No. Think about it. What if her spirit is half way between Lydia and me and I let go? Will that kill her? Will her spirit be split between the two of us? No, Octavion, I won’t stop until this is finished and you have to promise me you won’t either.”
   “What do you mean?”
   She squeezed his hand. “I don’t know if this will effect me like when I healed. If it takes my strength and I can’t hold onto her. . I need you to hold our hands together.”
   He nodded hesitantly, but remained quiet.
   “What are you thinking?” she asked.
   He ran his fingers through his hair. “That you are stubborn and will do this whether I help you or not.”
   “You’re right. I will.”
   He put his hand on the side of her face and gently ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “I love you. You know that, right?”
   “Yeah, I know.” Normally, she would have anticipated a kiss, but wasn’t surprised when he lowered his eyes and drew back his hand. Her theory-either he was uncomfortable with Altaria watching or he was thinking about Serena. She pushed that thought away and tried to focus on Lydia. She instructed Octavion to sit behind her so she would have his physical support in case she lost her strength. He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He took Lydia’s hand in his.
   “Promise you won’t let go,” Kira urged.
   “I promise.”
   Kira held her left hand above theirs and summoned her courage. “Ready?”
   “I am if you are.”
   “Okay, Al. Take it slow and easy.” Kira took a deep breath. “Here goes.” Kira forced her hand down on Lydia’s. Octavion closed his fingers around them and squeezed gently.
   At first she felt the surge of pain like before, but then it burned. The warm feeling she’d felt for days pulsated down her arm and out the tips of her fingers. It felt like a hundred little threads unraveling through each fingertip. She felt them as they extended beyond her own skin, as though she and Lydia were one.
   With every beat of her heart, the heat of her body decreased. So much so, that she began to shiver. It felt as though Altaria wasn’t just taking the warmth of her own spirit, but that of Kira’s as well.
   “Kira, you are trembling.”
   “I’m okay. D. . d-don’t let go.” Her teeth chattered so hard she thought they might shatter.
   A few more seconds passed and Lydia took in a deep breath, arched her back and let out a deep moan. Her chest heaved heavily with each breath.
   “Oh-kay, I th-think she’s done.”
   Octavion released both their hands, then turned Kira so he could see her eyes. A huge grin spread across his face. “You did it.”
   “Yeah, but. . I’m really c-cold.”
   He pressed his lips to her cheek. “You are like ice.” He pulled a blanket from the end of the bed then wrapped them both in it. The heat coming from his body felt like a hot iron against her skin. She buried her face under his chin as he pulled the blanket up around her head.
   They sat there quietly until she felt something touch her leg. Both Octavion’s arms were around her, so she knew it wasn’t him. She slowly pulled the blanket from her face and peeked out. First, she looked up at Octavion, his emotions welling up in his eyes.
   He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Can you come out long enough to say hello to a friend?”
   Kira jerked her head around to find Altaria lying on the bed. Her eyes were barely open, but when they met hers, she flashed her crooked smile.
   “Thank you,” she whispered.
   “Hey you.” Kira returned the smile. “Welcome b-back.”
   Al’s bottom lip began to quiver as tears formed in her eyes. “She is not. . bonding. . with me.”
   “Who?” Kira barely understood what she said. She’d gotten used to everyone’s accent, but Al’s words seemed jumbled.
   Altaria didn’t answer, just closed her eyes while a tear escaped down the side of her face.
   “Octavion, maybe your father should be here.” Kira had barely finished her words when the king’s spirit whirled around her. He appeared so quickly it startled her.
   He didn’t notice Altaria at first, only looked at Kira sitting on the bed shivering within Octavion’s embrace.
   “Why have you summoned me with such urgency?”
   Altaria opened her eyes and reached out her hand. “Father?”
   Kira watched as the color drained from his face. The emotion that filled the room in that moment warmed Kira’s heart and filled her soul. He took Altaria in his arms and held her tight.
   Kira looked up to find Octavion’s tear filled eyes. Overwhelming joy washed across his face. She was so in love with this man and seeing him express his emotions so freely only solidified those feelings.
   She still hadn’t warmed completely, but the constant shivering of her insides had calmed. Completely exhausted, she fought to keep her eyes open. For the first time in weeks, she had no pain or pressure in her chest and she could breathe deeply. She adjusted slightly so she could snuggle against Octavion’s chest.
   Octavion kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. “Perhaps we should give my father some time,” he whispered.
   His voice seemed so far away, she thought it might be a dream.

   A cool breeze swept across Kira’s face causing a strand of hair to tickle her nose. She brushed it away and took in as much air as her lungs would hold, filling her senses with the room’s bouquet-the sweet perfume of flowers from the garden, the hint of fresh baked bread and the pleasant aroma of prepared fruit.
   Before opening her eyes, she filled her lungs one more time and stretched her arms and legs to their full length, curling her toes as every muscle in her body flexed. She was grateful for the bed being in the middle of the room, without a headboard. It left nothing to get in the way of the much needed untwisting of her appendages. It was the first time in weeks she’d woke without pain. She opened her eyes and took in the bright sunlight spilling into the room and the curtains billowing on the breeze like delicate angel wings.
   A wash basin sat on the dressing table with clean linens folded neatly beside it. Next to that, a plate filled with bread, sliced cheese and fresh fruit-most of which looked like Koostai-made her stomach growl. On the table near her bed lay a single daisy lying atop an envelope sealed with red wax-Octavion’s initial pressed into its center. Gratitude for Octavion and Ussay, and their gentle way of caring for her, filled her heart.
   She pulled back the covers and reached for the envelope. It was then she noticed her middle and ring finger wrapped together with something stiff inside to keep her from bending them. It didn’t hurt until she tried to move her fingers.
   “Dang,” she mumbled. She had some pain after all. But compared to before, it was nothing.
   She sat cross legged on the bed and took the envelope with her other hand, carefully pried the seal open, retrieving the contents. His perfectly scribed penmanship filled the entire piece of parchment. She held it to her face and breathed in his scent and smiled. I could get used to this.
 
   Good morning, My Love.
 
   Morning? She’d slept half the day and all night. She thought the meal they’d prepared was her dinner, not breakfast. She started the letter again.
 
   Good morning, My Love,
   I hope you slept well. I will take you upstairs later, but for now I need you to follow these loving instructions:
   1 — Breathe. . all is well.
   2 — Go to the mirror. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised.
   3 — Take in nourishment. You will need your strength.
   4 — Wash the tears from your face, I plan to kiss you today and do
   not want to taste the remnants of your salty tears. . although it
   would not hinder my pursuit one bit.
   5 — I have left something for you in your dressing chambers. It will
   match your eyes.
   6 — When you are ready, join me in Mara’s room. It is in the south
   wing, last door on the right. I will be waiting for you. It has been
   quite an eventful night in the castle.
   Octavion
 
   One last thing, please leave your finger bandaged. I am still not
   convinced it is not broken.
 
   Mara’s room? That could only mean one thing-Xantara had a new Royal living in the palace.
   She scanned over the list of “loving” instructions and seriously contemplated skipping to number six before doing anything else, but because her stomach ached from not eating for several hours and her hair felt matted to the back of her head, she reconsidered.
   “Okay, Kira. Let’s see how well you can follow instructions.” She slipped off the edge of the bed and went to stand in front of the full length mirror. Nothing new, just a frumpy little red head dressed in an oversized, extremely old fashioned, nightgown.
   She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to catch a glimpse of something different, but still nothing. She traced the scar on her cheek. It was only a thin pink line now, nothing new there.
   Then she stepped closer and watched as her eyes filled with tears-salty little drops of happiness in emerald green eyes that held a shimmer. They weren’t glowing, like when she and Octavion shared their blood, but the color had returned and they’d found their spark.
   All this time she’d thought Zerek’s blood caused her eyes to lose their color, but that wasn’t it at all. Somehow, releasing Altaria’s spirit had freed her from the remaining darkness that lingered inside her.
   Kira let out a hoot and danced a little jig around the room, not caring at all what she must look like. Her body and spirit were finally her own and she felt on top of the world.
   She was suddenly more anxious to complete her list and be among the living. She’d spent too much time hiding behind these walls. She scanned the list for her next task.
   Eat.
   Wash her face.
   She skipped to the dressing table, shoved a slice of cheese in her mouth and splashed water on her face. With her face still dripping wet, she shoved three pieces of Koostai in her mouth, grabbed a towel and dried both the water and the juice from the fruit off her face.
   One more thing before she could leave. She ran to her dressing chambers to search for her prize, stopping suddenly when it came into view. Lying on the large ottoman was an emerald green gown. It wasn’t as fancy as a ball gown, but much nicer than the everyday dresses she’d been wearing. White ruffles skirted the bottom and the front laced up with white satin ribbons. The sleeves were made of a billowy white fabric, long enough to cling to her arms all the way to her wrists.
   Next to the dress lay another note. No envelope this time, only a folded piece of parchment. She opened it and read aloud.
 
   I know you prefer wearing a braid, but thought these would be easier to manage with your bandaged hand. Hurry, my love. Your kiss awaits you.
 
   My love. When had he started calling her that? It made her insides melt and she felt giddy all over.
   She tossed the note on the ottoman and picked up a white satin bag lying next to the dress. She loosened the string and poured the contents into her hand-two intricately detailed silver hair combs, each one tastefully embedded with diamonds and emeralds.
   She couldn’t believe the handiwork that had gone into making each piece. She realized, even though this world seemed primitive in many ways, the people were extremely advanced in developing their personal talents and gifts.
   After putting on the dress, fumbling hopelessly with lacing the front and tying the little bow, she brushed out her flyaway hair and carefully placed the combs by sweeping up her hair on both sides. She’d never worn her hair like that and she rather liked it. It made her look and feel very pretty.
   She took one last look in the mirror, decided to forget the shoes and set out to find Mara’s room. It took her a moment to realize she was already in the south wing and Mara’s room was only a few feet down the hall. Octavion made it sound like she’d need a detailed map to locate it. Men!
   Kira heard voices coming from the other side of the partially opened door. She gripped the handle, but stopped when she heard Luka’s words.
   “You are a natural, Octavion. You are definitely father material.”
   Kira’s joyous mood gave way to sorrow. She couldn’t move. She just stood there hoping nobody heard her gasp, but when the door moved, she knew she’d been heard.
   Smile, Kira. You can do this. Everyone will be watching you.
   Luka stepped out into the hall-she read pity in his eyes and she hated it. She wanted to smack it right off his face, but instead she pretended his words didn’t matter.
   “Kira, please forgive me. If I knew you were. .”
   “No, you’re right. He’ll make a wonderful father.” She brushed him aside and went into the room-with a faux smile painted on her face.
   The room fell quiet, all eyes aimed at Kira. Mara lay on the bed with her back propped up with several pillows-Arela snuggled at her side. Nestor stood next to her, while Cade sat on the window seat beside him. As she stepped closer, Ussay walked out of what Kira assumed to be the dressing chambers carrying clean linens.
   And then she saw Octavion.
   Kira paused. She wanted this moment frozen in time, record it in her heart forever. He stood near the window cradling a tiny bundle-his face all aglow as if he were the proud papa. Luka had been right-this man was meant to be a father. She saw it in his eyes and the loving way he held the child close to his heart. The thought of him being denied that privilege pained her heart. He raised his eyes to meet hers and smiled.
   “Good morning beautiful. I trust you found everything to your liking?” he asked.
   Kira tried to calm her racing heart. She didn’t want him to see how she really felt, that seeing him like this broke her heart in two. “I loved it, thank you.”
   “Would you like to meet the new addition to our family?” Mara asked.
   Kira nodded, a lump forming in her throat. “Is it a boy as you predicted?”
   Mara smiled and glanced over at Nestor. “Yes, I have given my husband another son.”
   Nestor leaned over Arela and gave Mara a kiss. “A very large son,” he added.
   “Would you like to hold him?” Octavion asked.
   Luka cleared his throat. He’d been standing behind Kira but now took a position at her side. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “Cousin, perhaps you should explain about Royal infants. She may not react as you hoped.”
   Octavion winked at her, flashing his dimples. “You do not know her as I do. She will revel in his beauty.”
   Kira gave him a sideways glance. “Let me guess. Royal babies look like tadpoles?”
   The men in the room laughed, especially Cade, but Mara didn’t seem to appreciate Kira’s humor. “Our infants reflect our heritage. Their magnificence is far beyond any other creature in our world. I suspect that may be true of your world as well.”
   “I’m sorry, Mara. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Kira pushed up the sleeves of her dress and held her arms out toward Octavion. “Well, just don’t stand there. Let me get a look at-does he have a name?”
   “Not yet,” Octavion said.
   Then he laid the baby in her arms and all the sorrow she’d been feeling disappeared. She lowered herself to sit in the chair and pulled the blanket down a little to expose more of the baby’s face.
   “Wow,” was all she could manage. She scanned the faces in the room, all silently waiting for her reaction, then looked back at the baby boy that held her amazement. His eyes were the color of honey, highlighted with threads of gold that sparkled when he found her face. Of all the eyes she’d looked into, his were the most telling. They radiated peace, comfort and love.
   “He’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”
   One corner of his tiny mouth turned up as if smiling at her and the entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
   Octavion knelt beside her. “I think he likes you. Did you see his markings?”
   “Markings?”
   He gently pulled back the blanket exposing the baby’s naked flesh. Covering almost the entire infant were dark misshaped circles filled with golden brown and black.
   “It is how we know the species of our heritage. His is jaguar.” Octavion wrapped the blanket around the baby and gently kissed his forehead. “Mine were different because I am a hybrid. I had the stripes of a tiger on my body, but my face and head were completely bare. They say my hair stood on end, like a lion’s mane, but I am skeptical.”
   “So, where does the jaguar come from, wasn’t your mother tiger? That would make Mara tiger as well, right? She’s your mom’s sister.”
   Kira listened as Octavion explained the heritage of each family member. Mara is indeed tiger, but her mother had some leopard in her line. Nestor is jaguar and Luka as well. But Cade is what they referred to as a throw-back. Even though most of his blood line is either tiger or jaguar, he’d pulled the tiny bit of leopard from his mother’s side of the family. They felt it contributed to his uncanny talent as a tracker and his ability to share memories as well as thoughts. He’s also swift and agile, like no other Royal in the room. No wonder he was so good at saving Kira’s life, even without the use of his legs.
   Arela spoke proudly about being the only other tiger in the family, even though she seemed a little disappointed that the new addition wasn’t more like her. Kira suspected Arela secretly wished for a baby sister.
   “The markings will fade as soon as the Khapri ceremony has been performed. He will receive his name at that time as well.” Octavion brushed a tear from Kira’s cheek. “Are you all right?” he whispered. “I was not sure how this would affect you.”
   Kira looked into Octavion’s loving eyes and a genuine smile lit up her face. “I wasn’t sure either, but. . he seems to have taken my sadness away. Maybe that will be his gift.”
   “I believe you are right, I felt the same as I held him in my arms.”
   For several moments it felt as if the three of them were the only ones in the room. An image popped into Kira’s mind of what life would be like if they held their own child and reveled in his heritage. But the images flashing through her mind only carved a hole in her heart. She knew she would never give Octavion the son he deserved, which made her want it even more. She pushed the images away, knowing that was one vision that would never come to fulfillment.
   Ussay scurried around the room making sure everything was perfect. Her eyes kept flitting back and forth from Mara to Cade. She seemed uncomfortable, but her dedication to her job overrode her feelings. When the baby started to fuss, Ussay stepped in and offered to take him.
   “Perhaps I should bathe him and put him in a warm gown. There threatens to be a chill in the air.” She tightened the blanket around the infant, lifted his tiny body from where it lay on Kira’s lap and left the room.
   Kira’s arms felt empty and without the baby cradled near her heart, her sadness returned. She hugged her torso to keep from falling apart and tried to stay positive by pretending to participate in the conversation-the naming ceremony that would take place in three days.
   “Have you chosen a donor for the ceremony?” Nestor asked Mara.
   Mara smiled and looked at Kira. “There has only been one villager who has expressed a desire. However, I’d hoped Kira would honor us with her sacrifice.”
   “Sacrifice?” Kira didn’t like the way the word rolled off her tongue. It made her feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
   Octavion still knelt by Kira’s side. When he heard Mara’s suggestion he jumped to his feet. “I won’t allow it. It is too dangerous for her.”
   “Octavion, we will take precautions as we always have,” Mara said in a condescending tone. “There would be no danger for her.”
   “You would not say that if your throat caught her scent. It burns like fire and completely consumes all hope of having control. Who will protect her if you react as I do?”
   “Excuse me?” Kira interrupted. “Would someone please explain to me what you’re talking about? What sacrifice? Shouldn’t this be my decision?”
   “There’s nothing to decide,” Octavion said. “You would be in a room full of Royals, spilling your blood to satisfy a newborn’s hunger. It is the only way to curb his appetite until he is of age.” He turned back to face Mara. “And she is not doing it.”
   “Why me?” Kira asked.
   Mara completely ignored Octavion, which made him angry enough to start pacing.
   “You are the logical choice, my dear. You will be family and the one who sacrifices their blood will no longer entice the infant. Your blood will never trigger his hunger. It will be easier for you to be around him when his gifts begin to surface and his desires become wild and untamed. It is merely a prick to your finger and a few drops of your blood. You will not be in any danger.”
   Octavion stopped and turned to face Mara. “One drop nearly caused me to take her life. I will not allow this.”
   “Octavion, please stop.” Kira stood and went to sit on the bed next to Mara. She put her hand on hers and tried to sound convincing. “I’d be honored to do this for you, but I’m from another world. Octavion told me once that your blood is different from mine. What if it hurts him or makes him crave more instead of less?”
   “I am aware, my dear. Our blood is different because we are of Royal decent. You are not. The blood must come from a commoner. As long as the blood is not from a Royal, it will satisfy his craving.” She patted Kira’s hand and smiled.
   Kira sighed. “Then there’s still a problem. You see. . when I had the power to heal, Octavion was injured and almost died. I had to cut my hand to save him and our blood mixed. I have some of his Royal blood inside me.”
   Octavion came up behind Kira and put his hand on the small of her back. “She is right, Mara. I should have considered this as well.”
   “You are bound? You should have told me this, Octavion.” Mara let out an exaggerated sigh, much like I’d seen her daughter do a dozen times. “Then I will have to consider another,” she said, as if she were merely picking out a pair of shoes.
   She barked an order at Ussay, telling her how she wanted the new Royal dressed and bathed-like a commoner wouldn’t know how to dress a baby.
   Kira took it as an opportunity to excuse herself-as did everyone else.

   As soon as Kira exited Mara’s room, Octavion grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, gently pressing her back against the stone wall. He placed his hands on the wall, one on either side of her head and leaned close enough to make her heart flutter. His eyes were warm, yet seductive.
   Kira let out a little squeal. “Octavion, what are you doing?” she whispered.
   “You forgot the most important part of your instructions,” he teased.
   “Oh? What did I miss?”
   The corners of his mouth turned up exposing his dimples. “I promised to kiss you.”
   Kira smirked at him. “I didn’t forget. You did.”
   “Not possible. I would never forget something so important.”
   He closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but before he could deliver on his promise she slid down the wall and snuck out from between his arms.
   She couldn’t help herself. She felt as giddy as a young school girl. She took off running toward the staircase, but only got a few steps when he appeared in front of her, lifted her so her bare feet were off the floor and pressed his lips to hers. When his eyes finally met hers he sported a mischievous grin.
   “You are a tease.”
   Kira laughed. “Well, don’t make me wait so long next time.”
   He gently lowered her to the ground, then leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to see your friend?”
   “Try stopping me.”
   Kira turned her back to him, grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her waist. “Let’s go.”
   An instant later, they appeared inside the king’s sleeping chambers. His father stood at one of the windows looking out over the garden, his back toward them.
   “Father,” Octavion said.
   King Belesgar slowly turned. The dark circles under his eyes told Kira he hadn’t slept. He glanced over at Altaria, who lay curled up on her side. The position was all too familiar to Kira. Something was wrong.
   “She will not eat,” the king said. “And she cried for most of the night.” He walked toward them, stopping in front of Kira. His once regal demeanor-demanding her respect-had succumbed to that of a worried father. She felt bad for him. After believing his daughter would eventually die, he’d finally been given hope she would recover. Now, with her refusal to eat and obvious depression, that same hope had faded.
   Kira tried to curtsy, but before her knees could bend, he took her hand. “I owe you more than I will ever be able to repay. I hesitate to ask more of you, especially after the way I treated you, but I fear she needs a friend more than a father.”
   “Of course,” Kira said. “I’ll do what I can.”
   When Octavion and his father left to give the girls privacy, Kira became even more aware of the dreary atmosphere in the room. The only light came from three small candles burning near the bed. She went to one of the windows, opened the drapes so the natural sunlight filled the room and threw open the window. A burst of fresh air swirled around the room, immediately lifting the gloomy atmosphere.
   Altaria’s eyes followed Kira’s every move, but showed no emotion. Had it only a few days since she’d been in a similar state of mind? It seemed so long ago.
   Kira neared the side of the bed. As she took Altaria’s hand, Al closed her swollen, blood-shot eyes, but not before a lone tear to escaped. Kira used the cuff of her sleeve to wipe it away.
   “Hey,” Kira whispered. “I thought you’d be happy to be rid of me.”
   Altaria’s tough exterior and kick-butt attitude had been replaced with the fragile shell of a broken woman. There were so many times Kira wanted her to soften so they could be friends, but now she would give anything for the old Altaria to jump up and fire off an insult.
   Kira helped her to sit up, then fluffed a pillow behind her back. Her body was weak from inactivity and malnutrition, but with her stronger spirit in charge, her chance of a fast recovery seemed more promising.
   “Your father says you’re not eating. What’s up with that? I thought you wanted to get better.” Kira picked up a piece of bread from the tray next to the bed and offered it to her. Instead of eating it, she plucked it from Kira’s fingers and started fidgeting with it.
   “Altaria, you need to eat.” Kira tried another piece, but she put her hand up to block her.
   “I am sorry. . for what I did to you,” Altaria said. “For attacking you in the canyon like I did.”
   “Oh, Al. Is that what’s bothering you? You don’t need to be sorry. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
   Altaria had completely mutilated the small piece of bread, spreading crumbs all over her lap and the bed linens. Another tear streamed down her cheek. “It was not Lydia who forced my spirit into you. I knew what she wanted to do and I could have stopped it, but. . I was selfish.”
   “What do you mean?”
   Her bottom lip began to quiver. At first she spoke slowly, but once the words began to flow, they spilled out like a flood. “I did not want to die. I was. . afraid. I thought if she transfered my spirit into you, I could be your kindred spirit, as with Lydia. I thought because I had more strength physically that I could be in control-that your spirit would step aside and let me. .” She paused for a moment then looked away.
   “I thought I could take over,” she finally confessed.
   “Oh.” Kira didn’t know what to say. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that what happened was malicious in any way-that Altaria may have done it for any other reason than to save her life and Lydia’s.
   “I left my kindred spirit, Kira. I abandoned her. She was all alone and must have been so afraid. And now. .she. .”
   “What? Altaria, where’s Lydia?”
   Altaria took in a staggered breath. “I cannot find her.”
   “What do you mean you can’t find her?”
   “I sense her presence, but she is so weak and will not communicate with me. We have not bonded as before. It is as if I am the one alone now. It is a horrible feeling. How angry she must be with me. How could I do something like that? What if she never forgives me? What if. .”
   “Wait.” Kira fought for understanding as Altaria’s words sparked a million questions. “You said you can’t find her, but then you said you can sense her presence. Which is it?”
   Altaria sighed. “I am not certain. I do feel she is here, but there are no shared feelings, no shared memories or emotions. I try to communicate, but she gives no response. I even tried to lessen my will so she could be in control. It is as if she were dead inside me. How can that be?”
   The thought made Kira sick to her stomach. How could a spirit die and a body still live on? But then, how could one body have two spirits, or survive if one decided to leave it? Obviously, understanding would not come easily.
   “Al, maybe she’s just tired. Did you think of that? What if she is so worn out from keeping this body alive by herself, that she’s resting? Maybe she is letting you take over so she can get her spiritual strength back.” Kira brushed the crumbs off the bed covers and took Altaria’s hands. “I really don’t think she’s angry with you. She told me this was her idea and insisted on not taking your spirit back until we were safe. Let her rest, okay? Keep talking to her. Tell her you love her and you miss her. She’ll find you. She isn’t a quitter, you know that.”
   “I hope you are right, Kira.”
   Kira smiled. “I know I am. Now will you eat? Please.”
   Kira held up another chunk of bread, but Altaria pushed it away.
   “There is more I need to say,” Altaria said.
   Kira put the bread back on the plate, knowing Altaria wouldn’t eat until she’d had her say. “Go on, then.”
   Altaria took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Kira had never seen her nervous before and it surprised her.
   “You are a strong woman,” Altaria said. “Not just spiritually, but physically as well.”
   Kira looked at her with skepticism. “Um. . thanks.” I think.
   “The truth is, when I first entered your body I thought I would not only be in control, but that we would share our thoughts and feelings as I had with Lydia. I am so much stronger than you; I thought it would be easy. I was wrong. Not one time, Kira-not even one time did I in control you. Even when I fought to get out, you held strong.” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. “Your strength surprised me.”
   Altaria looked at her hands again as she twisted a white satin ribbon that had come untied from her gown. “Your mind and thoughts were unfamiliar to me, but I knew your emotions and senses. I felt what you felt. Saw what you saw and heard everything.” She raised her eyes again. “When you slept from the poison, I lay awake. When you cried out in your nightmares and suffered with fever, I held you from within. I stayed with you, even though you felt alone.”
   Kira held her chest to try to slow her racing heart. Altaria had been through it all, felt everything, even those things Kira had missed because she’d been unconscious-the horrible abuse at the hands of Zerek-and she’d been there the whole time.
   Her warrior mentality must have been crushed when she discovered she was powerless to help Kira fight her captors. She’d been there when her own sister tortured Kira and left her to die. It was hard enough to deal with the fact that she’d been forced to endure the pain herself, but to know Altaria experienced it as well made Kira’s heart ache.
   “I’m sorry,” Kira said. “I had no idea.”
   “Do not be sorry. As difficult as it was to see you suffer and not be able to help, I am grateful for being with you. My only regret is for not being stronger. You cannot imagine how difficult it was to not transform your body as I did mine. With my help, we could have taken them on and won.”
   Kira smiled. “You’re right. We would have kicked butt.”
   Altaria returned the smile, but only for an instant. Then pity crept into her eyes. “I am sorry for your loss, Kira. I gave little thought to bearing children until I felt your pain and ventured out into the stormy night with you.”
   She paused for a moment, put her hand on Kira’s shoulder and then said something that surprised Kira, especially that it came from Altaria.
   “Even with Cade’s pleading. . I would have jumped.”
   The sudden surge of emotions sent both of them to seek the comfort of each other’s embrace. They were more than friends now, they were sisters. Even though they hadn’t shared their thoughts, their spirits had bonded. That connection brought something to their relationship they would have with no other-not even Lydia.
   After filling their bellies, they spent most of the day talking about Lydia, the friendship they had and how much they missed her. Both had ideas about how to bring her back, but nothing they tried worked. Altaria even tried sharing her memories with Kira, like they had in Octavion’s lair on the mountain, but nothing would come.
   Yet still the Crystor lay dormant, useless on Kira’s wrist.
   Late in the afternoon, the king brought more food. Altaria ate a large portion and took several swigs of some vile potion Octavion dreamed up to help her regain her strength. As more time passed, the old Altaria began to shine forth. When Kira asked her if she’d like to take a bath, Altaria fired orders at Octavion to haul up the water like she ruled as queen of the castle. He obeyed as any loyal servant would and even managed to sneak Kira a wink now and then. When he’d brought in the last bucket, he scooped his sister into his arms and lowered her into the water much like he had with Kira, only Altaria didn’t complain or seem surprised.
   As the shadows of evening began to cool the air, Kira closed the window, drew the curtains and relit the candles. She brushed out Altaria’s hair and with her wrapped hand, failed miserably at braiding it. Altaria snuggled under the covers and within seconds fell sound asleep. That, however, caused a problem. Kira was locked in the king’s chambers with no way to communicate with Octavion. She didn’t want to wake Altaria to send her thoughts, so she was stuck.
   Ussay was right about the chill. Kira thought closing the window would help warm the space, but as night drew near, without the heat from a fire, it quickly grew colder.
   The fireplace was a massive opening at one end of the room. It was twice the size of the one in Kira’s chambers and big enough for her to walk into if she ducked her head. She tried to remember how she’d prepared the fire pit in the clearing, but without the trees of the forest to provide natural kindling, she had to improvise. On the mantle sat a small wooden box that held a long piece of steel and a stone she assumed to be flint. After peeling off sections of bark from the logs stacked near the hearth, and placing a piece of parchment she’d found on a nearby desk underneath it, she struck the stone. It took several times before the spark hit the paper and ignited the shreds of bark, but as soon as it caught, the logs followed suit and began to give some warmth to the room.
   Kira seriously considered snooping around, but with her luck the king would appear and catch her in the act of rifling through something that would earn her a beheading. Even with her built in Royal detector she didn’t dare take the chance.
   So, for lack of driving herself insane from boredom, she snuck out into the hallway and began to clean. She dumped all the old flowers into a dirty sheet and wadded it up by the door at the end of the hall. Another chore for Octavion, she told herself. Then she took one of the buckets of water left from Alvataria’s bath, a clean towel and wiped everything down. It didn’t take long before the place looked fresh and inviting. She made a mental note to have the drapes taken down and laundered in the near future, then returned to check on Al.
   Her bed linens were all askew as though she’d been thrashing about. Kira could have kicked herself. She should have been watching Altaria closer. She put another log on the fire, grabbed the last of the extra blankets off the end of the bed and pulled the overstuffed armchair closer to the fire, turning it so she still had full view of the bed. Soon the events and emotions of the day caught up with her and sleep took over.
   The first dream that entered her mind showed Arela dancing around her bedroom. She wore a pretty pink dress with more ruffles than the skirt on Kira’s bed. Arela’s hair lay in silken waves down her back and with every turn it floated through the air like the wing of a bird. The little girl laughed and giggled so hard it made Kira’s side hurt to think about it. When Arela stopped, she stood in the middle of the room trying to gain her balance, stumbling to one side and then another. Her silliness caused them both to laugh.
   Kira turned away from her to grab a brush so she could help get out Arela’s twirling tangles. As she did, a feeling of pure evil entered the room, swarming around her and sucking the air out of her lungs. Kira stumbled back and fell against the window seat right as Shandira appeared behind Arela. Kira tried to scream, but with no air left in her deprived lungs, her voice gave no warning. Shandira laughed, then grabbed Arela around the waist and disappeared. The odd combination of her black mist swirling around the angelic puff of white left by an innocent little girl filled Kira’s heart with horror.
   A scream rang out, waking Kira from her nightmare. She jumped from her chair and ran to the bed, thinking it was Altaria, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to stand.
   “What are you doing?” Kira asked. “You’ll fall.”
   “You screamed. I thought you were hurt.”
   “That was me? I thought you screamed.” Kira closed her eyes and tried to push the image of Shandira out of her mind.
   “No, I was awake. You woke me when you called out for Arela. Then you screamed.” Altaria slid back on the bed, leaning against the tapestry headboard.
   Kira tried to explain, but before she could, Octavion’s spirit surrounded her. It was almost intoxicating, the way it made her body crave his embrace. It wasn’t just the tingling warmth it brought to her flesh, but the way it flowed through every pour. When he appeared she half expected him to take her in his arms and finish what he’d started with his seductive spirit, but instead he brushed her aside and went to his sister.
   “I heard you scream. What happened?”
   Altaria scowled at him.
   Kira cleared her throat. “Excuse me!” Kira said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. She put her hands on her hips.
   Octavion spun around and by the look on his face, he knew exactly what he’d done. He cringed. “It was you?”
   “Yes, it was me, but that’s not the point. You shoved me aside, like I meant nothing to you.”
   He growled. “Kira, I thought she was hurt. I didn’t think. .”
   “Well, maybe you should have asked first.” Great! Now he has me all riled up. “By the way, how exactly was I supposed to get out of here, call you on my cell phone?”
   Altaria snorted.
   A confused look crossed his face. “The same way you got me to haul all that water up here.”
   “Altaria was asleep. I didn’t want to wake her. You have this place locked up so tight I couldn’t get out if my life depended on it. And that’s another thing. What if Altaria really was hurt and she couldn’t send her thoughts. Was I supposed to open a window and start screaming? You want all this to be a big secret, but how would that look? Your so called girlfriend locked up in the kings chambers. Don’t you think that would’ve caused a little gossip among the villagers?”
   He sighed. “You are right. I should have considered that.”
   He took a step toward her, but she responded by turning her back to him. Where was this temper coming from? She had to get it under control before she broke another finger.
   “Kira,” he said. His smooth voice caused her heart rate to pick up a few beats. He gently placed his hand on her back and turned her around to face him. “I will have something fashioned for you tomorrow. Will that remedy the problem?”
   Kira looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
   “Remember the heart pendant you used to call me from your world? There is a silversmith in the village who keeps a selection of stones you may choose from. He is very talented and will be able to create something unique, just for you. If you wish, I can take you there in the morning.”
   “You mean. . you’ll take me shopping?” Her mood improved considerably with his offer.
   He nodded and grinned. “Yes, my love. I will take you shopping. Anything you desire will be yours.”
   Kira looked over at Altaria and winked. “Gee, too bad you’re grounded.”
   “Next time, perhaps,” she said with a crooked grin.
   He ran his fingers through Kira’s hair, taking a small strand to his face, and drew in a breath. When his eyes met hers again they were laced with tiny veins of gold.
   Kira stepped back. “The smell of my hair bothers you?”
   “Kira, everything about you affects me in some way.” He took her wrist, held it to his face and breathed in slowly. “Even the scent of your skin attacks my senses.” The gold in his eyes brightened and invaded more of the blue.
   “Octavion,” Altaria scolded. “Is that necessary?”
   “He’s teasing.” Kira stepped closer and put her arms around his neck. “Anything else you’d like to get a whiff of?”
   He raised one eyebrow and flashed a sinister, yet playful grin. Instead of answering her, he spoke to Altaria while keeping his seductive eyes on Kira. “I suspect I will be hunting tonight. Would you care to join me in the reward, sister?”
   “Serious?” Altaria’s whole face lit up.
   “I will bring it to you later, but for now I have to tuck this little one into bed.”
   He leaned closer, tracing Kira’s collar bone with his lips and taking in one last breath. “That is the one that burns the most,” he whispered.
   “Then why do you do it?” Kira asked.
   “How else will I build my resistance?”
   “When you two love birds are finished, I could use some sleep.” It was good to hear Altaria’s haughty banter.
   “Silence,” Octavion teased back. “Your body has slept for days. You should be well rested.” He grinned at Kira with a loving spark in his eyes. They were back to their deepest color of blue now. “Shall we go?”
   Kira nodded.
   As she closed her eyes to prepare for the painful trip through the walls of the castle, she felt the majestic spirit of his father entering the room. Altaria would be well taken care of in their absence and Kira was sure the king would be pleased with the progress she’d made. Kira’s biggest concern was with Altaria’s struggle to find Lydia. To be alone for the first time in her life must be terrifying.
   They appeared in her sleeping chambers where she wasn’t at all surprised to find her bed turned down and a fire warming the room. A fresh bouquet of flowers in a large ceramic vase on the dressing table.
   “Ussay?” Kira guessed. Although there were several servants constantly buzzing around the castle, it always seemed Ussay’s gift of caring for others benefited everyone.
   “Of course. She has been busy with the newborn for most of the day, but insisted on preparing your room for the night. I believe she has laid out a gown in the other room, as well.”
   “Well, at least she’s busy. I don’t have to worry about spending time with. . um, you know who.” Kira didn’t dare say her name aloud in case someone eavesdropped, like Arela. She stepped to the door leading to the morning room and opened it to take a peek inside. Arela’s door was closed. She still had the nightmare bouncing around in her head and a heavy sense of worry that wouldn’t budge.
   “Is something wrong? You were so angry with me I forgot to ask why you screamed.” Octavion said, coming up behind her. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. When he brushed her hair aside to kiss her neck a shiver ran through her and he chuckled.
   “No, just a stupid dream,” she said. “Unless you mean the fact that you are trying to test your limits tonight.” Kira turned in his arms, put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Now go get. .” She pointed up to indicate Altaria. “. . something to eat before you decide to satisfy your hunger by eating me.”
   “You do not trust me?”
   She wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious, but then he flashed his dimples, picked her up, spun her around and sat her on the bed. She let out a squeal.
   “There are other ways to satisfy my hunger, my love. Eating you is only one of them.”
   He came at her, bearing his teeth and snarling. Kira scooted away and put her hands up to ward him off, but he kept advancing. He grabbed her up into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. There was so much urgency and passion behind his kiss that he scared her at first, but then he softened his touch, placing tender kisses down her neck and collarbone. She thought her body would explode. It felt like a million little butterflies flitted around inside her trying to get out.
   He growled again, but this time it came from deep inside his chest, sending vibrations through her entire body. He pulled away, hovering over her for a brief moment, avoiding her eyes. Kira watched as his breathing increased and he tried to regain some control. She didn’t know if it was the beast within him he tried to overpower or the same rush of primal hunger she fought to suppress inside her own body. Either way, he lost the battle.
   “I must go, Kira. I am sorry.” Without letting her see his eyes, he gave her one last heat-filled kiss and simply faded away, leaving her in the wake of his passion.

   Kira and Octavion stepped outside the castle doors as a deafening clang rang out above their heads. She’d heard the same bell the morning Octavion sent a carriage for her and Ussay. At the time, she’d thought it came from her dreams. Again it rang and then a third time, all before they were able to climb up into the carriage and cross the long wooden bridge spanning the river.
   “What is that for?” Kira yelled over the echo still ricocheting off the castle walls.
   “They are warning the people that a Royal is about to enter the village. It is a courtesy on our part.”
   “Why? Are they that afraid of you?”
   He instructed the driver to take them to the marketplace, then reached over and took her hand, weaving his fingers with hers. “It is not the fear they have of me now, but the fear I may return. This will give them time to blacken their windows and make sure their doors are secure. Some will stay indoors, but most will continue with what they were doing.”
   “They think you will come back and kill them?”
   He smiled at her naivete. “Do you remember what I told you about a Royal’s gift to travel?”
   Kira shrugged. “Maybe.”
   “We must see the place in our minds in order to go there. If we get but a glimpse of the inside of their home, we would be able to penetrate the walls. If it were a new moon and one of us had lost control, it would not be safe for them. We take every precaution to protect our people-even from us.”
   “I see.” There were so many things she needed to learn about this world. She couldn’t imagine living her entire life being afraid of the same people she looked up to. The villagers seemed to have so much love and respect for their king, yet at the same time, they feared him. She didn’t know what to think about that.
   It only took a few moments to ride through the streets of the village and arrive at the marketplace. There were many more people walking about than the day she’d spent with Ussay. They all seemed happy and cheerful. Children scrambled around between the adults, laughing and chasing each other. Others played games in the street while some huddled in masses, giggling and laughing. It reminded her of the malls back home on the day after Thanksgiving, only she didn’t notice any shoppers fighting over their selections. So much for her world being more civilized.
   Octavion helped her from the carriage and told the driver he’d send word when his services were again required. They made their way to a little shop near the busiest part of the market. Kira tried to stop several times to look at the other tables of goods, but Octavion kept pulling her away, insisting they go to the jeweler first. The rest of the shopping would have to wait.
   Above the jeweler’s door hung a rustic old sign that read, “Rhombus” and next to it, a crude diamond carved into the wood.
   “Rhombus?” she asked Octavion.
   “It is the shape there. It means diamond. Some of the villagers know an older language and cannot read well. It is best to keep things simple for them.” He led her to the door and then took a few steps back. “You will need to enter alone, Kira. Explain that it is for me and he will know which ones to show you.”
   Kira pushed out her lower lip in a juvenile, over exaggerated frown. “You can’t even come in his shop?” If she thought it would have done any good she would have stomped her foot.
   “No, my love. This is also his home. Besides, I have some shopping to do of my own. I will not be far.” Then he motioned with his hand for Kira to go in.
   She straightened her back-hoping it would bring her more courage-then turned and rapped three times on the door. She heard footsteps approach from the other side. At first they were light and she could barely hear them, but as they grew closer they became heavy and almost creepy, like she’d imagined a giant would make. She turned to question Octavion, but he’d vanished into the crowd.
   Traitor, she thought.
   When the latch twitched, Kira stepped away from the door. Her eyes were fixed on the space at the top of the doorway where a man’s face would be to match the daunting footsteps, but when it opened and she saw the man standing there, her mouth about hit the ground.
   He was not much taller than Arela-a stub of a man who was almost as big around as he was tall. His mousy brown hair jutted out in all directions and his beard went almost to the middle of his belly. But despite his unusual appearance, the first thing that drew Kira’s attention to him was his smile. Even with the fullness of his beard she saw his heartwarming grin peeking through. His cheeks were red and shiny and he had a glint in his eye. She laughed inside, for her first impression was a miniature-rather rustic-Santa Clause.
   “Lady Kira,” he said in a chirpy, high pitch voice. “I should have guessed you would find my establishment eventually. I am Kueelok.”
   He took her hand and led her into the room. She’d expected it to be dark and dreary, but there were candles everywhere illuminating the gemstones meticulously displayed around the room. It was like being in a candy store; every nook and cranny filled with gems and crystals. Some were piled in glass jars, but others were cut perfectly and mounted in unique settings of silver or gold, resting against pieces of black fabric. He had crystals of every shape and color hanging from the rafters on delicate strings of silver or leather cording, each one reflecting the glow of the candles. They cast tiny flashes of color that fluttered around the room-as if fairies danced about.
   He led her to the center of the room, then turned to face her. “I trust you have something in mind.” He looked at her with anticipation.
   “I need a. . I mean. .” Well crap! “Um,” Oh, she was making such a great first impression. She took a deep breath and continued. “I want to talk to Octavion.” She finally blurted out. Then she pointed to her forehead. “In here.”
   He chuckled. “Yes, yes. It is as I suspected.” He motioned for her to follow him to the far side of the room. Once there, he pulled out a small bench, slid it up to a table and offered her a cup of tea.
   Kira didn’t know if refusing would be rude or misunderstood as an insult, so she accepted his offer and waited for him to pour her a cup. She smiled when he placed a mismatched set of ceramic mugs on the table with more chips along the rim than smooth places to drink from. She graciously took her first sip, testing the temperature with caution. It was perfect-a sweet aroma of honey, cinnamon and cloves.
   “This is wonderful,” she told him.
   “Yes, yes. I get it from the market. A sweet young thing makes it for me. Are you acquainted with Ussay?”
   “Ussay made this?” She knew she’d made the tea for Mara, but had no idea she’d made a business out of it. “Does she have a place in the market where she sells this?”
   “Yes, yes. Her mother and aunt sell her goods in the market for her. She prefers her station in the castle, much more rewarding, or so I am told.”
   He drank his tea in two big gulps, then disappeared behind a black curtain. Seconds later a series of crashes followed by mumbled expletives came flooding out.
   Kira chuckled under her breath. “Everything all right back there?”
   “Yes, yes. All is well.” Another crash rang out before he appeared with a small, black leather bag drawn with a gold string. He brushed a cob web from his beard and dusted off his shoulders. “Been quite a long time since we needed such a thing in the kingdom. Wish I had a better selection, my lady.”
   “That’s all right. Whatever you have will be fine.”
   She watched as he fumbled through a large box in the corner of the room, finally pulling out a small swatch of black fabric, a brown bottle of liquid and a dirty old rag. He brought the items to the table and began setting his display. He laid out the fabric before sliding the stones out into his hand. One by one he touched the rag to the tiny bit of liquid he’d poured into the bottle cap, and polished each stone. He set them onto the fabric, pulling three small candles from a shelf to illuminate their full beauty.
   Seven stones shone on the black velvet cloth. One she recognized as tiger’s eye and another she thought to be ruby. As he introduced each by name, she studied their unique qualities. The ruby looked similar to Lydia’s, only smaller and cut in a long tear drop shape. A blue sapphire and an emerald caught her eye, but they were almost small enough to be set for earrings and she wanted something more substantial. The tiger’s eye had been cut into a rectangle but her memories of Shandira using a similar one against her were too fresh in her mind and she refused to touch it.
   The three remaining stones had names she didn’t recognize. One was pink, marbled with bits of grey, the second an almost fluorescent yellow with a rough texture. It reminded her of a lemon-not exactly what she wanted to wear around her neck the rest of her life.
   The last stone, black as onyx, didn’t shine at all. To say she was a little disappointed with the selection would be an understatement. She didn’t feel like she needed to choose between which ones she liked the most, but rather choose the one she hated the least. She picked each one up and examined it closely, skipping the tiger’s eye.
   “I wish Octavion could help me pick one out. He’d be much better at this than me.”
   “Yes, yes. Perhaps we should venture outside to ask his opinion. I must warn you, however, it is more likely that the stone pick the person than the person pick the stone.”
   Kira tried not to decipher the little man’s riddle as she followed him out the door and into the street. Octavion leaned lazily against the wall, twirling a length of leather lace in his hand.
   She looked at him curiously. “What is that for?”
   He winked then stuck it in his pant pocket. “Later,” he whispered. “Did you find a stone?” he asked loudly enough so Kueelok could hear him.
   She turned up her nose and made a face. “Not really. I can’t decide. I thought you might help.”
   Kueelok had scooped the whole lot of gems in the black cloth and now held it open in his palm with the stones piled in the center. Octavion fumbled through them, examining each one with care, holding it up to the sun and testing its weight in his hand. Then he’d hold it near Kira’s face, examine it again and quickly put it back. It didn’t take long for him to veto the entire handful.
   “You are right. Not a good one in the lot. Is this all you have, old man?”
   Kueelok scrunched his face in disgust. “It is, Prince Octavion. It has been too long since we have needed such a stone.”
   Octavion rubbed the whiskers on his chin as he looked at Kueelock who was clearly uncomfortable in the presence of his prince. He fidgeted like a young girl waiting for her prom date.
   Finally Octavion spoke. “I seem to remember you finding a rare gem when I was a boy. Dug it up near the entrance to Fire Canyon. Would you still have it in your possession or have you sold it?”
   Kueelok looked confused at first, but then his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers in the air. He uttered a chain of words Kira didn’t understand and then disappeared into his shop again. When he came out, he held a small wooden box in his hands. He presented it to Octavion with his biggest grin yet.
   “I am not certain of its charming strength, or if it will even hold a charm, but if it serves your needs, it is yours.”
   Octavion opened the lid of the box so it blocked Kira’s view. He sighed. “It is more beautiful than I remember. The shape you have chosen is magnificent.”
   Kueelok jumped up on his toes to get a better look and pointed into the box. “There are two smaller stones as well. They were left over after the first cut, so I polished them.”
   Octavion smiled. “I would, of course, want those as well.” He put his hand into the box and carefully withdrew the larger stone. He held it in his fist, closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. As he did a warm glow seeped from between his fingers, then dissipated.
   Kira took a step back. “Whoa.” She’d never seen him use his powers as a Jayde before and it was rather shocking. “How. . I mean what-Whoa.”
   Octavion smiled, then opened his fingers revealing the stone. It didn’t appear to be different. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he presented it to Kira.
   Cold to the touch, she took the stone in her hand and studied it. As it warmed, she realized it seemed familiar to her. So many times she’d found peace and love looking at what this replicated-Octavion’s eyes. Deepest blue, the stone sparkled in the sunlight. Shaped into an elongated tear, Kira thought of it as a happy tear.
   “It’s perfect,” she said.
   Octavion reached down, put it between his fingers again and held it up to the sun. “Look again,” he said.
   Kira squinted to see it better. The radiant glow of the sun brought out tiny veins of gold throughout the entire stone-even more like his eyes. She took the stone back and held it tightly in her palm.
   “Now, go away,” she demanded. “I want to see if this thing works.”
   He smiled. “As you wish, my lady.” Then he simply melted away. He’d only been gone a second when she heard his thoughts.
   Can you hear me now?
   Kira laughed. He sounded like a stupid cell phone commercial. Yes, now come back, I miss you.
   He reappeared instantly, barely warned of his arrival. “How long will it take you to set the stone?” he asked Kueelok. “I would like a unique setting, perhaps thin strands of silver embracing the stone,” like my arms embracing her, he thought only to Kira. “And a silver chain, just long enough to graze her collar bone,” where I desire her the most.
   He made her blush without even trying. Stop that, she begged.
   He shot her a glance out of the corner of his eye and winked. Make me, he teased.
   “Two days, maybe three,” Kueelok said, bringing the couple out of their private conversation. “Will that do?”
   “That will be fine.” Octavion held out his hand for the stone, which Kira handed back reluctantly. He slipped it into the box and gave it back to Kueelok.
   Kira and Octavion spent the better part of the day going from one place to another. Most of the shops were set up outdoors, like a flee market, so it made it easy for Octavion to shop with her. About halfway through the day, Kira realized that, even though they’d made several selections and Octavion had asked the vendors to have the items sent to the castle, he hadn’t actually paid for anything.
   “What kind of money do you have here, coin or paper?”
   “We have gold coin,” he explained. “Some merchants prefer to barter their services, but when someone comes from another village they usually pay with coin.”
   “So when these merchants bring my things to the castle, someone will pay them?”
   “No, we do not pay for our things,” he said as though he were a spoiled middle-aged geek still living at home with his mommy.
   “What do you mean, you don’t pay?”
   He shrugged his shoulders. “It is our way. Everything in the kingdom is ours. Why should we pay for something we already own?”
   “Are you serious? That’s insane-not to mention wrong.” Talk about uncivilized.
   Kira had raised her voice slightly, causing him to look around to see who watched. He turned to her and whispered. “Can we discuss this later, please?”
   “There’s nothing to talk about. I will send everything back.” She turned and walked away from him.
   He quickly caught up, grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. “Kira, do not do this. It is our way. It is considered a privilege for royalty to desire their goods. They will brag about it to other merchants and to their customers, which will cause more of their wares to be purchased. It is actually good for their business.”
   Kira folded her arms and stood her ground. “You pay or it all goes back. They work hard making everything with their own hands. They should be properly compensated, regardless if it is for royalty-which, by the way, I’m not. So, technically, I should pay for my stuff. Maybe I should get a job at the royal palace.” She stuck her nose in the air and looked away.
   Several seconds passed before he let out a rumbling growl. She jerked her head back and glared at him. They engaged in a staring contest and Kira was determined to win. She raised her brows to question his intentions and he finally caved.
   “Fine, I will make sure they are compensated.” He breathed a sigh of defeat. “Now can we get back to shopping? I’d like to get you a shawl to match your new dress.”
   Kira happily grinned at her victory and motioned for him to lead the way. After passing several street vendors, they stopped at the weaver’s table. While Kira inspected the intricate detail of each hand-woven shawl, Octavion watched her every move. When she looked at him, he’d wink or smile, making her insides turn to mush. The old woman waited on her patiently, letting her examine the shawls, comparing the shade of the thread to her dress. Nothing matched.
   “I’m sorry,” Kira said. “I don’t see anything I like.”
   “Serena, dear,” the old woman called over her shoulder. “Bring out the new shawl you finished this morning. Perhaps Lady Kira would like to see it.”
   Kira froze. She had one hand buried in the nap of a shawl while the other grasped the front of her dress. If she could have reached in to hold onto her heart, she would have. Her stomach rose in her throat. She slowly turned to find Octavion, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore. The blood had drained from his face as his eyes caught sight of the woman he once loved.
   Her sweet, angelic voice greeted Kira, but she couldn’t respond or move. Kira couldn’t take her eyes off his expression. He swallowed hard, tightening his jaw. His brow furrowed as he watched Serena come forward. When she said Kira’s name again, he turned away, hiding his face.
   Kira numbly let her hands fall to her side and stepped closer to examine the shawl Serena placed on the table in front of her. Kira didn’t dare look up to see the girl’s face. She didn’t want to remember how much more beautiful Serena was than her. She especially didn’t want Serena’s image to intrude her dreams and be the subject of her nightmares.
   Kira ran her fingers over the shawl, pretended it was the perfect match to her new green dress and asked that it be taken to the castle. When she was sure Serena had gone back into the shop, she thanked the older woman and walked away. She’d only taken a few steps when the urge to escape struck her. She lifted the hem of her dress and ran through the market, darting in and out between the blurred figures she saw through her tears. She got to the main road leading to the castle, but instead of heading up the hill, she ran between two cottages. She rounded the back corner and collided head on with a rock solid, well-dressed man.
   Kira stumbled back as several items the man held fell to the ground. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir.” She wiped the tears from her face and bent to pick up the scattered objects-a small tattered book filled with beautiful drawings and a small pouch of nuts that spilled and scattered everywhere. She scooped the nuts back into the pouch, then noticed a small cylinder object next to a rock. She scooted a little closer and plucked the item from the ground. She rolled it over in her hand, thinking it was some kind of medieval pencil. Her stomach lurched when she realized what it was.
   A small wooden flute.

   Still crouched near the ground, she froze in place. She couldn’t look up to see the man’s face. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t do anything but stare at the flute.
   The man lowered himself to her level. His large hand reached for her and with his index finger, he gently lifted her face so their eyes met. His long black hair shadowed his features, but there was no mistaking his eyes.
   “Nigel?” A sigh of relief escaped her. He’d been the one who brought her food and water while in captivity. “You played this outside my window, didn’t you?”
   Struck mute by his Darkord blood, he bowed his head slightly, then brushed a runaway tear from her face. He held his damp finger up between them with a questioning look.
   “It’s nothing. I was running from Octavion. He-”
   Nigel didn’t let her finish. He jumped to his feet and drew his knife, turning in the direction she’d come from.
   “Stop! He didn’t hurt me.” Kira stood and grabbed his arm, pulling him around to the back of the cottage. “You can’t be seen. Xantara forbids Darkords within their walls and if Octavion catches you here, he’ll kill you.”
   Nigel slipped his knife back into its sheath. Running a gentle finger down the scar on her cheek, he gave her a questioning look. He took her hand and touched the Crystor.
   “No, it doesn’t work,” she said.
   Nigel took a deep breath and put a hand to his heart as if to say he was sorry.
   “It’s not your fault. You saved me. I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”
   Nigel brushed another tear from her cheek and held it up for her to see. Another questioning look crossed his face.
   “No, Octavion didn’t hurt me. Not like you think. It’s just. . there’s another girl, someone he knew before.”
   Nigel’s shoulders drooped as he let out a breath.
   “Why are you here? Don’t you know how dangerous it is?”
   He motioned to Kira and smiled.
   “You’re here to check up on me?”
   He nodded.
   “That’s sweet, Nigel, but I’m okay. I don’t want you to get caught here. You need to go.”
   For a long moment, he stared into her eyes-until she looked away. She didn’t understand why she felt so comfortable around him when she should fear him. Even though he’d saved her, he was still a Darkord and brother to the man who’d tortured her.
   Nigel laid a gentle hand on her cheek and turned her to face him. Then he patted his hand over his heart and motioned toward her.
   “I don’t understand,” Kira said.
   He sighed heavily, then paced for a moment before drawing his knife. Kira jumped back, thinking he might try to hurt her, then realized he was just trying to make a point. She relaxed a little, but kept her distance.
   Nigel put the tip of the knife over his heart and made a motion as if stabbing himself, then pointed to Kira and nodded.
   “You want me to kill myself?”
   He shook his head.
   “You want to take your own life?”
   A look of frustration washed over his face as he repeated the sequence with the knife, once again pointing to her.
   Now she understood. “You’d die for me, to keep me safe.”
   He smiled, nodded and replaced his knife.
   “But that doesn’t make sense. You don’t even know me.”
   He straightened to his full height and slammed his right fist over his heart. The same gesture Luka made to Octavion-a sign of respect and obedience, she supposed. Only she was pretty sure Luka’s was far from genuine.
   “You want to be my guardian, don’t you? My protector?”
   He nodded again.
   “Kira?” Octavion’s voice sounded from nearby.
   Kira grabbed Nigel’s arm and whispered to him. “Promise me you’ll go home. If he sees you, he’ll be angry. Please. I don’t want you hurt.”
   Nigel looked in the direction of Octavion’s voice, then back at Kira and nodded. He turned and walked away.
   “Wait,” Kira called out in a loud whisper. “I mean you need to go, like disappear like you did in the barn. If you don’t, you’ll get caught.”
   Nigel looked back over his shoulder, the look of pain and deep regret in his eyes. Then he continued walking. He didn’t need words for her to understand he’d lost the power to travel with his mind. It twisted a place in her heart she tried to forget existed-where she’d buried the pain of her mother’s abandonment. Somehow, even though the situations were nothing alike, she knew how alone and lost he felt.
   Kira leaned against the cottage wall and tried to compose herself. Running into Nigel had taken her mind off Serena, but now her emotions returned. She’d been a fool. How could she believe Octavion wouldn’t still love Serena? How could she think for even one minute that she could fill the void she left in his heart? Kira slid down the wall and lowered her head into her hands.
   “Kira.” Octavion’s panicked voice made her jump.
   “Go away,” she begged.
   His steps caused little pebbles to scatter as he came closer. She looked up to find him down on one knee beside her. The color had returned to his face, but his expression was still the same.
   “I am sorry. I did not realize she would be there. I. .” He didn’t finish, just turned and sat next to her with his back against the wall. He drew one knee up and draped his arm over it.
   “You still love her.”
   He shook his head. “I knew that is what you thought and I have no words to convince you otherwise.”
   “Because it’s true,” Kira said. “If you knew she was still alive, you never would have brought me here.”
   Octavion sighed deeply. “The love I once felt for her is different from what I feel for you. It was a boyhood crush, nothing more. But when I saw her. .” He picked a pebble from the ground and flipped it against a tree, then turned to face Kira. “It was like seeing a ghost. I could not take my eyes off her. . not because I felt love, but because I could not trust my own eyes. When I saw her face, it was as if I had stepped from reality. I thought I was dreaming, but then. . I felt light headed. After you ran off, I had to sit for a moment to gain my balance. I am so sorry, Kira. I knew what you thought. I knew I hurt you. But I no longer love her.”
   His words bounced around in her head and she didn’t know what to believe. “If you still love her, I can go home. I don’t want to stand in the way of you being happy.”
   “Oh, Kira. I love you. The only feelings I have for Serena are from guilt. I feel bad that she has suffered at the hands of my father. Nothing more.”
   Kira stared into his eyes for the longest time, trying to see truth in his words, but nothing came. She would have to trust him and hope he didn’t lay awake at night thinking of Serena instead of her-pray he saw Kira’s face in his dreams and not Serena’s.
   Kira dried her tears and stood, using the wall for support. When she bent to brush the dirt from her dress, he also stood. He took her in his arms and buried his face in her hair. But when he took in a breath-taking in her scent as he always did-he stiffened and pushed her away, holding her at arm’s length. Threads of yellow swam in his eyes.
   “Where is he?”
   “Who?”
   “Do not lie to me, Kira. I can smell him on you.” He dropped his hands, walked a few feet away and stopped. For several moments he remained eerily quiet. So quiet, she knew he shared his thoughts with Nigel-assuming Nigel still had the ability to do that. With each second that passed, his expression became more and more stressed and angry as he paced back and forth. He slammed his fist into the cottage wall and turned to face her.
   “You will not see him again, understood?”
   Kira propped her fists on her hips. “It’s not like I planned it. I ran into him when I came back here to get away from you and your girlfriend. If anyone has a reason to be jealous, it’s me.” She spun around and walked away.
   Octavion quickly caught up to her. “I am not jealous. A Darkord only has half a soul and even under the best circumstances, they can turn on you.” He took her arm and turned her to face him. Some of the anger had left him, but he was nowhere near calm. “I am worried for your safety. That is all.”
   Kira put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Nigel saved my life. He brought me food and water when everyone else left me for dead. He even turned against his own brother. If it weren’t for him, Cael would have raped and killed me. You should thank him and invite him to dinner at the castle, not exile him like he were some kind of monster.”
   She threw her hands up in the air and started walking again. She’d only taken a few steps when she spun around to finish making her point. “At least he doesn’t look at me like I’m his next meal.”
   The minute the words left her mouth, she regretted speaking them. She knew how much Octavion struggled with his cravings-how much he fought the curse. It wasn’t his fault he was a hybrid and he’d done everything in his power to keep her and the other villagers safe from his heritage.
   She watched as he stepped back and slumped against the cottage wall. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. She knew she’d cut him to the core and she couldn’t take the words back.
   Kira ran back and threw herself in his arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it just popped out.” When she didn’t feel Octavion’s arms around her, she pushed away and looked up into his eyes. She’d crushed him, she could see it plainly.
   “I’m sorry,” she repeated.
   “Would you like me to send for the carriage?” he asked without looking at her.
   “No, I want you to take me. Unless you’d rather I walk alone.”
   His eyes finally met hers. “I love you, Kira. I would take my own life before I would let anyone hurt you-even me.”
   “I know that. I was stupid. I didn’t mean it. I just got mad because you hate Nigel and if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here.”
   He threaded his fingers through her hair. “I will try to understand how you feel, but he is a Darkord and every fiber of my being tells me not to trust him. I was taught to never trust them and going against that grinds against my back bone.” He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. “Can we compromise? If you see him again, tell me. And I will try not to kill him.” A smile spread across his face.
   “I think I can live with that.” She buried her head against his chest. “Now take me home. I want to see how Al is doing.”
 
   “How was shopping?” Altaria asked. She sat in the overstuffed chair near the fireplace, her face aglow.
   “It was okay.” Kira quickly changed the subject, not wanting Altaria to know the details of her afternoon. “You look fantastic. How are you feeling?”
   Altaria gave Kira a suspicious glare, but chose to ignore Kira’s evasion. “Better. Amazing how a little fresh protein can put color in your cheeks.”
   “I’ll have to take your word on that one. I like my meat well done.” Kira stepped closer and sat on the little rug laying in front of the fireplace. Octavion had given her the little piece of leather he’d purchased, or rather stolen, with instructions for Altaria to make a bracelet for Kira. He said it would give Altaria something to do.
   “Perhaps I could take some beads and make you a necklace to match,” Altaria suggested.
   “Actually, I wonder if you could make something else. A bracelet for me would be nice, but I want you to make an arm band for Octavion. I saw him looking at some in the village. Do you think he would wear it?”
   Her crooked grin lit up her face. “He would love it. Did you have a design in mind?”
   “Not really. The one he looked at had a silver medallion on it, but he wouldn’t let me get it for him.”
   Altaria examined the piece of leather, laid it across her lap and then measured it with her fingers. “I will need two more pieces about the same length as this one and the medallion you can get from the silversmith.”
   “You mean Kueelok?”
   “Yes.” She laughed. “He is a peculiar man, but has a kind heart. Did he have a stone for you?”
   “Oh, Al. I can’t wait to show it to you. It’s perfect.”
   Altaria touched Kira’s shoulder. “It will be nice to share our thoughts again.”
   Kira hadn’t thought of that. “It works with all Royals?”
   “It depends on its strength, but our minds will recognize each other so it will be easier for us.”
   “Awesome.”
   It was already pretty late, so when the king appeared with a cup of hot tea for Altaria, Kira asked him to take her outside the chained door. She preferred not to bother Octavion. She made an excuse about being exhausted from her big day in the village and wanting to sleep. Unfortunately, her mind had other ideas.
   Kira had barely snuggled under the covers and blown out the candle when the same horrifying scene of Arela and Shandira played out in her head. Before it had been a nightmare while she slept, but this time the impression felt stronger and more urgent. She threw back the covers and ran into Arela’s room, only to find her sleeping soundly.
   Determined not to leave her unattended and vulnerable, Kira grabbed the blankets from her bed and curled up on one of the window seats in Arela’s room. She dozed for most of the night, jerking awake whenever the little girl stirred or Kira heard the smallest of sounds. But when she felt the unmistakable presence of Nestor’s spirit entering the room, Kira lay still. She’d only seen the man a couple of times, but decided she liked him. He seemed to emanate that unique fatherly characteristic lacking in Kira’s life, which made her feel at peace when she was around him. She had a similar feeling when she’d held his newborn son.
   Kira watched as he appeared near his daughter’s bed. He leaned over, kissed her cheek and tucked the covers around her neck. When he turned, his eyes met Kira’s and a curious expression crossed his face. He slowly walked toward her, stopping at her feet. Kira drew up her knees to make room for him to sit.
   “Are you well, Kira?” he whispered.
   She nodded. “I had a bad dream.”
   He looked past her to the open doors that lead to her room. “Do you fear sleeping alone? I can have Ussay stay with you.”
   “No, I’m not afraid.” She looked at Arela and then back to him. “My dream wasn’t about me.”
   A sudden understanding washed across his face. “I am told you are sensitive. This dream-was it a vision?”
   Kira shrugged. “I don’t know. I get them mixed up some times, but I had it twice, so. .”
   “You trust it?”
   “Yes.”
   He turned to watch his daughter. She stirred slightly in her sleep. “Is she in danger?”
   Kira didn’t want to tell him what she’d seen. It seemed like saying the words out loud would make it all too real and she didn’t want to think about it, but then. . he had to know. She couldn’t stay with Arela all the time and his daughter’s safety was more important than Kira’s fears.
   “I saw Shandira take her.”
   His head jerked around to find Kira’s face again. The shock in his eyes set her back. “You are certain that is what you saw?”
   “Yes.”
   He brushed his fingers through his long black hair as a rumbling echoed through his chest. It was much like Octavion when he growled, only softer-she supposed not to wake Arela. “That woman has done enough damage to this family,” he mumbled. Then he stood and offered Kira his hand. “Come child, you need not concern yourself with my daughter. I will stay here tonight. You need your sleep.”
   She took his hand, but when she swung her feet off the seat and tried to stand, her feet got tangled in the blankets and she almost fell. In one swift, effortless motion, Nestor scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She didn’t protest. She didn’t even blush from embarrassment.
   “Thank you,” she said, as he tucked the covers around her like he’d done for Arela. His warm brown eyes left her feeling calm and relaxed, and his silence comforted her as he strolled back through the doors, leaving them open. He’d be watching both of them tonight.

   “Ussay, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Kira went to her dressing chambers and fumbled through the many gowns that hung on the far wall.
   “I thought my best dress would due nicely, but when Mara saw me this morning she seemed disgusted with it.” Ussay plopped down on the large ottoman. “She hates me.”
   “She doesn’t hate you. She’s. . spoiled, that’s all.”
   Ussay’s head shot up. “Kira, you must not speak of royalty like that.”
   “And you need to lighten up. And don’t you dare cry-you’ll make your eyes puffy and we need you to look like a queen, not a commoner.”
   By the time they came to the end of the long row of gowns, they’d only made three selections. Ussay quickly tried them on, but they were all too big and made her look like a child playing dress up in her mother’s clothes. She sat back down, more depressed than before. “It is no use. I will have to wear my dress.”
   Kira noticed a few white bundles covered with fine linens hanging on one side of the room. “What are those?”
   “Ly-fancy ball gowns,” she said, not daring to mention Lydia’s name. Her shoulders slouched even more as she lowered her eyes.
   “Perfect.” Kira grabbed several at once and threw them to the floor. “Hurry, help me open them so we can take a look.”
   “Oh, no, Kira. I cannot wear something so beautiful,” Ussay protested.
   “Yes, you can. Now grab that one over there and try it on.”
   After going through most of the gowns, leaving them strewn around the dressing chambers and Kira’s room, they were both exhausted. They’d made quite a mess, but still hadn’t found the perfect dress to fit Ussay’s petit stature. Kira had almost given up until she saw a small bundle hanging behind a selection of outerwear opposite the doorway. She reached up, took it to the floor and peeled the linens from around it. When she held it up for Ussay to see, the poor girl’s eyes about popped out of her pretty little head.
   “I remember her wearing that dress. It was her first ball. She was only fourteen and not allowed an escort, but her mother wanted her to feel a part of the festivities. She had it made special.” Ussay looked at Kira and shook her head. “I cannot.”
   “We’re out of time, Ussay. The ceremony will start any minute and you have to be there. It’s not every day you get to be the center of attention.” Kira threw it at her. “Now put it on.”
   Ussay had kept the fact that she was the commoner who expressed a desire to be a part of the Khapri ceremony a secret. It didn’t help matters that Mara had waited until late last night to announce her decision. It left no time to prepare.
   Kira had already dressed in her new green dress when Ussay first entered the room. She only needed to make a few last minute adjustments to the combs in her hair and to put on her shoes.
   When Octavion arrived to escort Kira to the ceremony, she insisted he take Ussay instead. She quickly made her way down the stairs alone so the two of them could make a grand entrance and get that “wow” factor Kira had been hoping for. This was the perfect occasion to show Cade what he could have with Ussay and she wasn’t about to pass it up.
   When she got to the bottom of the stairs Kira found the grand hall packed full of people. Most were dressed in fancy Royal attire of deep blues and burgundies accented with gold and silver. All were adorned with jewels of every color imaginable-accessorized to the max. Even the men had masculine styles of adornment.
   Her entrance seemed to signal the others to find their seats. She wound her way through the crowd to find Cade sitting off to one side, near the front of the room. She wanted to make sure he had full view of Ussay’s descent and catch any comments he may throw her way, so she scooted in next to him.
   “You look lovely this morning, Kira,” he said. “Where is my cousin? I thought he went to fetch you.”
   Kira winked at him and patted his hand. “He did, but took one look at Ussay and had a change of heart.”
   He looked at her curiously, while the rest of the room fell silent. They both looked up to see Octavion nearing the top of the stairs with his prize. Ussay had made a last minute decision to take her hair out of her braid and sweep it up on one side, leaving several wavy curls drifting down the left side of her dress. It made her youthful face look more mature and sophisticated. Her gown of soft white chiffon-like fabric seemed to float when she moved.
   Kira turned to see Cade’s expression and found him not breathing. She nudged him with her elbow to get his attention, but he ignored her. She wasn’t sure if the expression on his face held shock or jealousy, but either way Ussay’s entrance seemed to have the desired effect on him.
   As the couple descended the staircase, Kira saw Octavion’s mouth moving. Ussay had her head down, watching her step, but when he spoke she straightened and looked straight ahead. He said something else, causing the nervousness to wash from her face and be replaced with a smile-her cheeks turning a shade darker than their natural pink. He was coaching her, easing her anxiety, which made Kira love him even more.
   “She looks like an angel,” Kira said for Cade’s benefit.
   He swallowed hard. “Yes, she does.” His eyes hadn’t once left Ussay’s beautiful visage.
   “Too bad you’re such a jerk. You might have had a chance with her.”
   He turned to face Kira. “Pardon me?”
   “You heard me. She’s in love with you, though I can’t figure out why. Seems you pushed her away for no good reason. It sounds a little selfish and cold to me.” Kira hadn’t planned on being so blunt, but somehow she had a feeling it was what he needed. “And then to get your mother to be rude to her? Absolutely shameful.”
   He turned to watch Ussay as she walked through the crowd. Octavion handed her off to Nestor, who led her to the front of the room where she sat in a chair facing the group. She folded her hands in her lap like a sophisticated lady.
   “And who do you suppose would dance with her at our wedding?” Cade said through clenched teeth.
   Kira turned to find his eyes flashing with anger. Threads of gold began to show around their edges. “It sounds like someone is feeling sorry for himself. Perhaps you should go back out to that cliff we love so much and take a flying leap.”
   He looked away in time to avoid her next rebuke.
   She put her hand on one of his useless legs and softened her voice. “Cade, I’m sorry, but you need to get on with your life, not stop it from happening.”
   Octavion circled around the crowd and came to stand behind them, signifying the end to Kira’s lecture.
   “You two look like you are having fun,” Octavion teased.
   Cade’s mouth curved into a frown.
   Kira, on the other hand, quickly changed the subject. “Who are all these people?”
   Octavion crouched behind her and rattled off the names and affiliation of the various invited guests. Some were from the village-prominent scholars, teachers and elders who advised the king on important matters. Others were royalty from Mara’s kingdom, Finvarra and Nestor’s, Morganstar. They’d all gathered for the naming of this little child. If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought he was a prince.
   Kira felt suddenly grateful she wasn’t the one spilling her blood in a room full of Royals. The very thought made her cringe.
   “How much danger is she in?” she asked.
   Cade shot her a warning look. “Do you really think we would put her in danger?”
   Kira couldn’t help notice his fierce protectiveness. Perhaps their little chat had influenced him after all. “Maybe not intentionally, but how can you control an entire room full of Royals?”
   Cade turned away, clearly disgusted with her question.
   “We have all taken turns hunting throughout the night,” Octavion said. “It may be risky for her, but the Royals in this room are all seasoned. Not one is young or has a wild heart. We wouldn’t allow it. The only exception is my cousin here.” He patted Cade on the shoulder. “But even he knows his limits.”
   “So if any of their senses are stirred in any way, they will leave the room?” Kira asked.
   “Yes,” Octavion said.
   With her curiosity satisfied, Kira turned her attention to the others in the room. It was all so formal and grand, it made her nervous. She watched as a few late guests arrived and took a seat with the others. Her heart raced with anticipation. Mara sat in the front row holding the baby, with Luka on one side and Arela on the other. Nestor stood at the head of the room near the king’s empty throne, his broad shoulders square and his head held high-the perfect stance of a proud father.
   Flanking the empty throne stood two men, both dressed in white robes, their faces stern and ridged as if they were statues.
   “Who are they?” Kira asked.
   “The Elders of Lor,” Octavion said. “They oversee all religious ceremonies to make sure they are performed properly.”
   Religious? She had no idea they even had a religion. She made a mental note to ask him more about that later.
   Octavion leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. “I have princely duties. I will be right back.” Then he stood and walked to the front of the room to take his place to the right of the throne. All eyes were on him as the room fell silent. Octavion nodded his head and they all stood in unison. Kira had secretly slipped off her shoes, so she clumsily fumbled to put them back on so she could stand as well. As soon as she did, she felt the majestic spirit of the king enter the room. Before anyone else knew he was coming, she bowed her head and lowered herself toward the floor. When King Belesgar appeared an instant later the entire room followed suit.
   The king appeared as she’d never seen him before. His pants, vest and jacket were all white with gold trim and buttons. He had a dark blue robe around his shoulders that met at the base of his neck, held there by an ornate piece of silver embedded with a ruby. His simple crown, a thin ring of gold and silver twisted together with one clear gem in the front, suited him perfectly, though not what Kira had expected.
   He stayed standing long enough to make an impression, then gracefully took his throne. Kira hadn’t noticed until the king sat that Octavion had made an addition to his attire. He also wore a crown, but his was a single strand of silver and held no gem. She was suddenly overcome with the magnitude of his calling-a prince. It made the already nervous butterflies in her stomach flap their little wings against her rib cage.
   As soon as the king had settled, Octavion motioned for everyone to take their seats. He welcomed everyone, turned the ceremony over to Nestor then made his way back to stand next to Kira.
   “Nice crown,” Kira teased.
   “Yours will be even more wonderful when you are my queen,” he teased back.
   Kira looked up to find his eyes sparkling at her, his dimples deeper than she’d ever seen. Then he put his serious face on and instructed her to pay attention to Nestor. It was, after all, rude to chat while the father of the honored child made his presentation.
   The first part of the ceremony included stories of their history and family lineage. Kira learned more about their people in those few minutes than the entire time she’d spent in Xantara. Nestor spoke of their forefathers and the sacrifices they’d made to keep their people safe, the ancient curse that plagued them all and the blessings they’d received by being loyal and obedient to it.
   He told the story of a hybrid whose unusual cravings from birth caused a nursemaid to be bitten, but her blood had tamed his wild heart. It began a tradition that spanned over centuries and was now a necessary part of their lives-the Khapri. Taming the young ones had brought peace to what had once been a dangerous way of life for anyone tending the Royal children.
   Nestor went to Ussay and offered his hand. She graciously took it as he pulled her to her feet and led her to a small round pedestal placed in front of the king. Luka stood and circled around behind her, holding what appeared to be a small piece of white fabric.
   Kira sat far enough away she couldn’t quite make out what was going on. She pulled on Octavion’s hand to get his attention. “What are they doing?” she whispered.
   Octavion lowered himself to one knee. “It is the cleansing part of the ceremony. They will wash her hand of all impurities with a special liquid blessed by the Elders.”
   Luka produced a vile and poured a small amount of the clear liquid in the palm of Ussay’s hand. He took the fabric and spread it from her wrist to her fingertips. Arela stood and went to his side. She took the vile and cloth and put it in a small tapestry bag and returned to her seat.
   Luka then went before the king, bowed at his feet and was given a small metal tube that was open at one end and solid at the other. The solid end was rounded and embedded with small jewels. Kira could barely make out some kind of ornate craftsmanship on the sides. Luka returned to the pedesetal and stood quietly while Nestor went to Mara and retrieved his child.
   Cade straightened. His breathing had deepened and he seemed to be having trouble sitting still.
   Kira leaned over to Octavion and whispered in his ear. “Did Cade hunt last night?” She’d learned to recognize the signs of transformation and Cade clearly struggled with it.
   Octavion shook his head slightly. “He refused. He had been two nights before and said he would be fine.”
   Kira shot him a look of disbelief.
   Octavion shrugged and continued with his lesson on the Khapri.
   The last part of the ceremony would be the toughest, he said. It was time for Ussay to give her sacrifice and everyone literally moved to the edge of their seats. Nestor held his son in full view of those watching. Luka gently took Ussay’s hand in his, instructed her to fold all but her middle finger into her palm, then slid the metal tube over the end of it, pausing before the tiny blade inside pierced her flesh.
   Ussay took in a deep breath. Octavion and Cade both did the same, their entire bodies tensing in anticipation. Luka nodded then shoved the end of the tube onto her finger with enough force to penetrate the skin. Ussay let out a squeal, but the real action took place among the Royals. Three men stood and went to the back of the room while two others disappeared completely. When Luka pulled the tube off Ussay’s finger, three more disappeared, including one of those who’d gone to the back of the room.
   Ussay quickly slipped her finger into the baby’s mouth, while Luka threw the tube into a basin of water waiting under the pedestal.
   Octavion had been gently holding Kira’s hand, but now he squeezed so tight, her fingers went numb. Cade had almost completely transformed, digging his claws deep into the arm of the bench. When he snapped a chunk of it off in his hand, he turned to look at Kira with fire in his yes.
   Kira looked over to find Octavion in a similar condition. She suddenly realized she sat in the middle of two Royals who were completely out of control.
   “Octavion, get Cade out of here-now.”
   He jerked his head toward Cade, dropped her hand and in an instant, left Kira in their wake.
   A few seconds passed and another Royal disappeared. Luka pulled Ussay’s finger out of the baby’s mouth and wrapped it tightly with a cloth. She quickly exited the room and went out into the garden. Kira could see her near the small fountain where she took off the bandage and put her entire hand into the water.
   Nestor took his son and raised his little body into the air. His deep voice rang out with pride. “Ethan, son of Nestor, I bless you with the strength of the mountains and the heart of the leopard.”
   The room exploded with the mighty roars of those Royals strong enough to endure the spilling of Ussay’s blood. After they stood to congratulate the new parents, Kira made her way around the back of the room and slipped out the glass doors to join her friend. Her finger still bled profusely. There was much more blood than Kira would have thought from a prick.
   “Is it supposed to bleed this much?” Kira asked.
   “No. I think he twisted the blade when he pushed it onto my finger. It cut deep.” Ussay brought it out of the water long enough for Kira to see it, but it bled so fast she didn’t get a good look at the cut.
   Kira pushed it back into the water. “We need to stop the bleeding and get it bandaged.”
   Ussay turned and looked toward the room filled with Royals. “We cannot go through there.”
   “Wait here.” Kira slipped back into the castle and made her way up to her room. She grabbed a candle and a small knife still on the dressing table from her morning meal and a piece of clean linen. Then she went to the fireplace and took the flint from the mantle before going back downstairs.
   Kira and Ussay circled around to the back of the fountain where they would be out of view, lit the candle and waited for the blade of the knife to heat. Ussay wasn’t happy with Kira’s decision to cauterize the wound, but Kira felt it was the only way. Unfortunately, it took three times to get the bleeding to fully stop and even then it didn’t seem completely sealed. Kira wrapped a strip of fabric around Ussay’s finger and blew out the candle.
   The guests eventually filed into the dining hall where the kitchen staff had prepared a celebration feast. Neither Kira nor Ussay wanted to call attention to themselves, so they stayed in the garden chatting. It wasn’t long before Octavion returned from hunting with Cade and found the girls sitting under a shade tree. He’d changed into something more casual and had a large tan knapsack thrown over his shoulder.
   “How would you ladies like to accompany the prince to the meadow for a fine afternoon meal? I have had the staff gather some of the finest cuisine prepared in this castle in years.”
   At first, Ussay seemed excited about the invitation, but then declined. “Perhaps another day,” she said.
   “If you insist,” Octavion teased. “I guess it will just be the three of us then, my love.”
   Kira looked at him curiously. “Three?”
   Octavion smiled. “It was actually Cade’s idea. He thought you ladies could use some time away from the festivities.”
   “Cade?” Ussay perked up.
   Octavion offered his hand to help her stand and then motioned in the direction of the fountain. “I believe he has reconsidered his feelings. He would like to have a word with you, my lady.”
   Ussay blushed. She looked at Kira with hope in her eyes, then flitted off to the fountain with her feet barely touching the ground. She looked like a little fairy in her white ball gown.
   Octavion was clearly pleased with himself. His smile was wide and his dimples deep. He caught the questioning look in Kira’s eyes. “What? You are not the only one who knows how to play match maker.”
   “He told you?”
   “I have never seen a man more confused in my life. I told him it was time he followed his heart and not his legs.” He offered his hand to Kira, much like he had for Ussay, but after helping her up, he pulled her into his arms.
   “She’s crying,” he said.
   Kira pushed away from him. “What?”
   He smiled. “All is well, Kira. He is letting me watch.”
   “Well, that’s not fair. I wanna see.”
   He shook his head. “No. He only showed me a glimpse. She was smiling through her tears. I take that as a good sign.”
   “A very good sign.”
   He adjusted the pack on his back and took her hand. “Shall we go? The stable boy prepared you a mount.”
   “A mount?” They’d only been riding together once before, but it ended in a disaster. Her horse had bucked her off and she’d broken her arm. Even after healing it, she’d still managed to take a dip in a pond filled with leaches. Not an experience she wanted to repeat. “I thought we’d take the carriage or better yet a leap in your arms. I am not riding a horse. You know how I. .”
   He put a finger to her lips to stop her protesting. “Luna is Mara’s horse. She is very gentle and I have instructed them to put one of my smaller saddles on her. I assume you will not be swimming so you will be fine.”
   Kira brushed his hand away from her face. “May I speak now?”
   He grinned. “You may.”
   “I would love to ride with you.”

   The foursome spent the better part of the day taking advantage of each other’s company. The food was, to say the least, unbelievably delicious. Ussay kept trying to be the servant-picking up after them and offering to fetch water from the nearby stream. That is until Octavion scolded her for it.
   Cade, on the other hand, appeared to totally enjoy himself. Several times Kira tried to get his attention to apologize for her rash behavior, but he only had eyes for Ussay. It didn’t take long for Octavion and Kira to get the hint and excuse themselves to take a long walk. Cade and Ussay were more than happy to be left alone under the seclusion of a large pine tree.
   Pride Meadow reminded Kira of the box canyon in her world-a narrow strip of land divided by a meandering stream of crystal clear water. Lush green grass and wildflowers spread out across the entire meadow. Instead of jagged cliffs, a tall mountain rose up on one side and on the other a dense stand of pine trees seemed to go on forever.
   Octavion and Kira left the horses tied near Cade and Ussay’s carriage and took their walk along the edge of the stream until they came to a fallen tree that spanned the water. Octavion sat next to it and motioned for her to join him, but instead she plucked a daisy from the ground and hopped up on the log and laid her head back to bask in the sun. Their heads were only inches apart, even though he sat on the ground. She draped her arm over his shoulder, letting her hand rest across his chest. He threaded his fingers through hers and rubbed his thumb back and forth on her palm.
   “I have something I need to tell you,” he said.
   “Is it good news or bad?”
   “A little of both.”
   Kira sighed. “Be gentle, I’m enjoying the day too much to have it ruined.”
   When he didn’t respond, she took her hand back and slid down to sit next to him so she could see his face. “I’m not gonna like this, am I?”
   He shook his head. “But you need to know.”
   She took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself for the news. “Tell me.”
   “Luka spoke to several of the Royals at the ceremony today. He was able to gain more information about our little problem.”
   “You mean the prince I killed?”
   He smiled. “I was trying not to upset you by putting it so blunt, but yes. He said the prince was from Kazedon. His name was Eros, the only son and heir of King Tyrious.”
   “Shandira’s prince,” she mumbled.
   “What?”
   “I thought I told you.” So much had happened since that day in the barn, she couldn’t remember what she told him and what she hadn’t.
   “Told me what?”
   “Shandira said the reason she wanted Lydia dead was because Bastian had introduced her to a prince and they were to be married, but only if her gifts were unique. It was the only way his father would allow it. She said he was a. . collector, I think is how she put it. That’s why she was so mad at me.”
   Octavion pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, Kira. Why did you not tell me before? It all makes sense now. Shandira has been doing his dirty work.”
   “I thought I did. I’m sorry.”
   “No wonder he is so angry. He not only lost his only heir, but the possibility of a grandchild with unique gifts. And with Shandira stuck in your world, Draego had taken over where she left off.”
   The hair stood up on the back of her neck as he spoke. “So that’s why he wants me dead.”
   “Yes.”
   “Well that’s just great. So now what? I spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder? I refuse to live like that.” She looked down to discover the daisy completely mutilated in her lap. She brushed it away and stood.
   Octavion jumped to his feet and took her by the arm. “It does not have to be that way, Kira. My father has already sent word to King Tyrious and he has agreed to meet us. Luka and I leave in the morning.”
   Kira pulled away from him and stepped back. “No. You can’t go, Octavion. You promised you’d never leave me again. They will kill you instead.”
   “Calm down. If a king agrees to meet in peace, there is little danger. He will honor his word.” He stepped closer and drew her near. “He has always been a fair man. He is not thinking clearly because he grieves the loss of his son.”
   “So what’s the good news?”
   Octavion cringed. “That is the good news. The bad news is I will be away for most of the day and I will miss you terribly.”
   Kira caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. At first it startled her, especially after their conversation about the Royals and her life being in danger, but when she turned to see what it could be, the impending doom gave way to joy. On the other side of the stream was the mama tiger she’d met in the woods, her two cubs scampering behind her. They’d entered the meadow through the trees and were romping around in the sunlight.
   Kira jutted out her bottom lip and put on the most pitiful pleading face she could manage. Octavion took one look at her pathetic attempt to gain his permission and caved.
   “Go ahead,” he said. “But keep your appendages out of their mouths please.”
   She kicked off her shoes and hopped up on the log.
   “And watch their claws,” he added as she gained her balance and made her way across the stream.
   Once on the other side, she looked back to see Octavion lying back on the grass, his elbows propping him up. He held a long stalk of grass between his teeth and sported a content smile.
   “You’re not joining me?” she asked.
   “I would rather watch from a distance.”
   “Chicken.” He was obviously afraid the mama would reject him like before and his ego couldn’t take it.
   He smiled and motioned behind her. “Might want to turn around. You are about to be attacked.”
   Kira spun around to see both cubs running right for her. One was surefooted, while the other stumbled with every other step. Kira recognized her instantly, the same clumsy cub that tripped over her paws before. Kira dropped to her knees and let them attack. Although they were larger than the first time she’d seen them, they were still small enough for her not to feel threatened. She was amazed at how they seemed to trust her.
   Kira gave them both rub-downs, one behind the ears and the clumsy one on her belly. She’d rolled over the second she came near Kira, begging for attention. When they’d had enough of her, they caught sight of a butterfly-looking creature and chased after it.
   The mama circled around and gracefully lowered herself to the ground a few feet away. She basked in the afternoon sun-her light blue eyes sparkling in its rays. Kira patted her leg, trying to coax her closer.
   “Kira,” Octavion warned from across the stream.
   “I’ll be fine.”
   The tiger rose to her feet and came closer. Octavion straightened.
   “She’s okay. Let her come over,” Kira said.
   She watched the mama cat inch closer. When she was within arms reach, Kira slowly put out her hand so the tiger could get her scent, but instead of smelling it, the cat lowered her head and rubbed against Kira’s hand, a rumbling purr emanating from her chest.
   Octavion’s shoulders relax.
   The big cat lowered herself to the ground. Kira wanted to cuddle up next to her like she had with Toran, but knew she was wild, so kept some distance between them. She gently rubbed behind the white tiger’s ears. In her mind, it was Toran she touched. She missed his gentle spirit. She would have given her life that day to see him running free in this meadow. At least knowing he no longer suffered at the hands of those monsters brought her some comfort.
   “Have you picked one out yet?” Octavion asked from across the water, taking her away from her memories.
   Mama seemed irritated at the interruption. She lazily got to her feet and walked toward her cubs.
   Kira turned to Octavion with a disgusted look on her face. “You did that on purpose.”
   He chuckled. “I merely asked if you had a favorite. I thought you might want to start training one to be a companion.”
   “You mean a pet?” Having Toran around was a treat, but she felt certain taming a wild tiger wasn’t exactly like having a house cat, no matter how much they trusted her.
   He shook his head. “We do not believe it is kind to keep any animal as a pet. We do, however, let them live with us occasionally. If they choose to leave or stay, that is up to them.”
   She thought about that for a moment while watching the cubs play. She could definitely imagine her life with one of them by her side. As if on cue, they turned to face her. At first, they both plodded across the meadow toward Kira, but then one stopped and sat down on his haunches. He patiently watched as the clumsy little female crossed the distance between them, stumbling twice before reaching her lap. As before, she rolled over and let Kira rub her tummy.
   Kira turned to find Octavion leaning back again. “I guess she chose me,” she said.
   “It would seem so.”
   Kira jumped. Octavion’s sudden appearance behind her startled her and scared the cub. The little creature’s entire body tensed as she sprang into the air, puffed up like a cotton ball and hissed. She backed away slowly, but not before bearing her tiny teeth and sending Octavion a warning in what could only be described as a ferocious screech. Her mama, on the other hand, roared her disapproval.
   “Sorry, mama,” Kira said. “He really has no manners.” She turned and slapped Octavion on the arm. “You’re mean.”
   He laughed. “Have you thought of a name? Perhaps Stumbles would suit her. She reminds me of you.”
   Kira glared at him, but he was right. The reason she liked her so much was for that very reason. “No, I don’t want to give her a complex.” She thought for a moment about what to call her then remembered the sign above Kueelok’s door. “Is there a word in your ancient language that means clumsy?”
   He thought for a moment. “It does not translate quite right, but Mahli means without balance.”
   “Mahli. . I like it.”
   “Mahli, it is then,” he said. “We will have to visit her often so she can imprint with you. Do you think you are up to that?”
   “Absolutely.”
   He helped her stand, but she’d had her feet curled up under her and they’d fallen asleep. When she tried putting all her weight on them she stumbled into his arms. He smirked then turned to look at Mahli, who stumbled again, trying to catch up with her brother.
   “Don’t say it,” she begged.
   “Shall I carry you back?” he teased.
   “No.” She pushed him away, picked up her skirt and started for the log. She glanced behind her to find Octavion with his arms folded as if waiting for her feet to fail her again.
   “You will fall,” he said.
   “Wanna bet?” She jumped up on the log, but half way across, her right foot sprang to life, sending a million tiny pins and needles into the bottom of her sole. It was like stepping on a porcupine. She jerked, sending her scrambling for balance-and right into the water.
   She came up gasping for air and soaking wet. Octavion still stood on the bank of the stream, trying hard not to bust out laughing.
   “Why didn’t you catch me?” she yelled. She knew all too well he could have caught her in midair and landed on the other side without even touching the water.
   He chuckled. “Are you all right?” He stepped closer to give her a hand, but she refused. Instead, she skimmed the surface of the water with her cupped hand and splashed him.
   “You made me ruin my new dress.” She grabbed her soaked skirt and marched up onto the opposite bank. If it weren’t for the added weight of the soggy fabric, she would have kept right on walking, instead she sloshed onto the grass and began wringing it out.
   Octavion crossed the log with the grace of a cat. He jumped down, scooped her up into his arms, and took her to his hunting cottage. The trip was a little more violent than usual, causing a head rush. When he kicked in the door and set her on her feet, she felt nauseous. She stepped over to the hearth and sat down.
   “Whew! I feel like I just got off a roller coaster.”
   Octavion sat next to her and put his arm around her waist. “Are you all right?”
   She nodded. “Why did it feel so different this time?”
   “I am sorry. I should have been more careful.” Octavion stood and started preparing the fire. “You need to get out of those wet clothes.”
   “What?”
   He paused long enough to make his point. “Take off your clothes. It will be dark soon and you will catch a chill.”
   Kira looked around the room in horror. There was no private place for her to undress. No matter how creative she was she’d be completely exposed. “Um. . maybe you should take me back to the castle.”
   He struck the flint with his knife, igniting the kindling with the first spark. “They are still celebrating. Are you sure?”
   Wouldn’t that be great if she walked in looking like a drowned rat? “No, but couldn’t you take me directly to my room?”
   “I want to spend more time with you without interruption. Being alone in your room isn’t proper.”
   “And here is?”
   He chuckled. “No, but no one can see us here.”
   “What about Cade and Ussay? We can’t leave them out there alone.”
   He turned to sit next to her again. “Ussay’s finger started bleeding. Cade had to take her home. I had him send one of the servants for our horses.”
   “Why didn’t you tell me?”
   He smiled. “I was having too much fun watching you play with. . Mahli.”
   “Ugh. Well, if you think I’m undressing in front of you, you’re crazy. And what am I supposed to put on while my clothes dry?”
   He pulled his shirt up over his head. “You can wear my shirt. It will be long enough to cover your. . umm-” He chuckled. “It is a bit damp in the front from bringing you here, but if you leave it in front of the fire until you get your dress off, it should be dry.”
   Kira barely heard his words. She was too busy staring at the scabbed over claw marks on his chest and shoulder. She gently touched one with her finger then looked into his calm blue eyes. “You would tell me if she was here, wouldn’t you?”
   He took her wounded hand and without taking his eyes off hers, began unraveling the wet bandages from around her broken finger. “You are safe here, Kira. If I felt you were in danger I would not leave tomorrow.”
   His words only confused her. “So I’m not in danger from the Royals hunting me, either?”
   He shook his head and smiled. “King Tyrious called off his men until after our meeting. It would be bad for his reputation if something happened to you before we were able to plead for your life.”
   “Oh, well. . we wouldn’t want his reputation tarnished,” she teased. But inside she was shaking. Actually, she shook on the outside, too. Despite the roaring fire, she felt chilled to the bone.
   He spread the bandage along the front of the hearth to dry, kissed her cheek and stood. “I will be outside if you need me.” Then he disappeared.
   Kira quickly stripped down to her skin and put on his shirt. The hem reached about mid thigh, which actually covered more than her shorts did back home. She had to admit it felt strange having her legs exposed. She would have never thought she’d like, or even get used to, the long dresses. She actually enjoyed living in a fairytale world-except for the danger, the lack of a hot water at her fingertips, and a few other minute conveniences of her world. Like a shower and toilet.
   She grabbed the chair from the desk and put it near the fire, then draped her dress over the back to dry. She took the combs out of her hair and put them on the mantle and began twisting her hair in her hands to wring out the excess water. When she yelled for Octavion to come back in, his expression when he came through the door made her laugh. He spun around on his heals and faced the door.
   “The shirt was your idea. Deal with it,” she teased.
   He carefully made his way to the overstuffed chair, keeping his back to her the whole time. “It is not the shirt, Kira. The light of the fire is behind you. Your silhouette leaves very little to the imagination.”
   “Oh.” She quickly sat on the hearth and wrapped his shirt tightly around her, covering herself the best she could with her arms.
   Octavion propped his feet on the rickety ottoman and leaned his head against the back of the chair, closing his eyes. “Do not mind me.”
   “Do you at least have a comb or brush I can use? My hair is totally tangled.”
   Without offering to lend her a hand, he motioned above his head to a small wooden box. “That belonged to my mother. You might find something in there.”
   “Well, could you hand it to me?”
   “I would have to open my eyes.” He smirked.
   “Ugh! You’re a lot of help.” She inched her way around the ottoman and slipped to the side of his chair to reach for the box. She was fully aware of what happened to the length of his shirt as she reached above her head for the box, but she tried not to think about what Octavion would think-or see. She wasn’t, however, expecting his hand to wander from the arm of the chair and graze her thigh. She jumped back and squealed, dropping the box into his lap. The lid popped open, spilling the contents.
   He didn’t complain, simply picked up the comb and handed it to her then turned over the box and placed the items back in their place.
   “I’m sorry, you startled me.”
   “It was my fault. Perhaps you should go back to drying your hair.” His jaw muscles tightened.
   She pushed his legs aside and sat on the ottoman. “Were all these things your mother’s?”
   “Most are, yes.”
   “I’m sorry, Octavion. I should have been more careful. May I see them?”
   He picked up the last item, put it in the box and handed it to her. Most of the items were things she would use to fix her hair. There were several decorative combs, a few ribbons and a long, peculiar looking pin. But the things that caught Kira’s attention were two broken pink crystals. She picked up the pieces, held them together and saw they were once part of one whole. One end connected to a silver loop that must have hung on a necklace. It would have been beautiful.
   “Was this your mother’s too? How did it break?”
   “No.” He took it from Kira and put it back into the box then closed the lid. “I broke it.”
   She sensed his reluctance to share the circumstances behind what happened, but her curiosity got the better of her. She put her hand on his. “Octavion, why won’t you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?”
   He raised his eyes from the box and sighed. “This is not a conversation you want to have right now. Trust me.”
   “Tell me. No secrets, remember?”
   He searched her eyes for a moment. “It was to be Serena’s engagement present. I held it in my hand the night my father entered Lydia’s chambers. . and told me Serena had died.”
   “Oh.”
   Neither said anything more. All she could think about was the stone he’d picked out for her the day before. Had he intended it to be an engagement present for her? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know-it would cheapen it somehow. She stepped to the fire to dry her hair while Octavion returned the box to its place on the shelf, sat back in the chair and closed his eyes.
   It had been dark for a while when her hair had finally dried. She slipped under the covers on the bed and tried to sleep.
   A few minutes passed when Octavion stood and came to sit next to her. “Kira.” He gently brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “I am sorry.”
   “Will you hold me?” she asked, desperate to feel his arms around her.
   He looked at the empty space beside her and then focused on her face. “Not tonight.” He smiled, but it didn’t seem genuine to her. He kissed her on the forehead, pulled the covers up and went to lie on the animal pelt in front of the fire.
   With one clumsy move she’d managed to bring back painful memories of both the mother he never knew and the woman he loved and lost. Now he wanted nothing to do with her. In response to his rejection, Kira rolled over toward the wall and curled into a ball. Her shell was a good place to be tonight.

   For several minutes Kira numbly stared at the dark cobblestone wall, trying to figure out how she’d turned what began as a perfect day into a nightmare. At some point she found sleep, but it didn’t last. When she woke she heard Octavion put another log on the fire. She slowly turned to find him sitting on the rug with his back to her, one knee drawn up with his arm draped over it. She watched as the flames from the hot coals found life in the added chunk of wood. The hot sap caused the fire to snap, sending sparks into the air and up the chimney. The renewed flames licked the air, stealing the coolness from around the room.
   She found herself thinking about what it would be like to lay in his arms. Not like before, but with no restraints or conditions. She wanted him. She needed him more than ever before. The reasons she’d conjured up for prolonging their intimacy seemed lost in her memories-a memory of violence and abuse. She no longer felt like the innocent girl he fell in love with near the falls, but a barren shell of a woman who had very little left to give. She had no reason to save something that served no purpose.
   Before she could silence her thoughts, she stood behind him, waiting for him to take notice of her presence.
   “Not tonight,” he said. His voice had a deep and throaty sound to it.
   She remained standing behind him, not willing to accept his words. In one fluid motion, he stood and turned to face her. His eyes wandered down the full length of her body and then back up to meet her eyes-to gaze into her soul. She didn’t dare look away.
   She took his hand and placed it over her heart, slipping his fingers between his shirt and her skin, letting him touch the skin just below her collar bone. His eyes shifted down to watch as she made his fingertips trace the base of her neck, feeling her racing pulse. She continued to guide them up her jaw and brush across her lower lip. She kissed the tip of his fingers and when his eyes found hers again they were threaded with tiny threads of gold.
   “Make love to me,” she pleaded.
   His eyes were uncertain. He shook his head, barely moving it from side to side. “No,” he finally said.
   “But I want you to. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
   He looked intently into her eyes. “Are you certain, Kira? This is what you want?”
   She nodded.
   He ran his hand through her auburn hair, stopping at the nape of her neck to pull her closer. He pressed his lips to hers, not holding back the passion she was sure he’d been suppressing for months. She melted into him as he gently lowered her body to the animal pelt. Propped up on one elbow, he leaned over to kiss her neck and take in her scent. One hand still held her head while the other slowly made its way up her thigh.
   Her whole body pulsed with heat. She didn’t know how to react to these new feelings surging through her. She wanted this, she did. She felt sure she did. She closed her eyes and tried to relax by taking a deep breath, but it caught. Octavion tensed, pulling away from her and finding her eyes again.
   “Are you crying?” he asked.
   “No,” she lied.
   “Kira, if you are not ready, we should wait.”
   “I am ready. I’m just. .” She couldn’t find the words so she turned away to avoid his eyes. She didn’t want him to see the fear in them. She didn’t want him to see the real reason she needed him to be near her. She wasn’t even sure what that reason was until that very moment-she didn’t want to lose him. If he made love to her, he wouldn’t leave her for Serena. She knew it in her heart. But it was too late. Right before she averted her eyes she caught the reaction in his face. She’d faltered for a split second and he’d seen it in her soul. She wasn’t ready.
   He helped her to sit then turned back to face the fire. “You should go back to the bed, Kira.”
   She took his words as another rejection and began to cry, this time not hiding her emotions. A massive lump in her throat threatened to choke her as she sobbed. “I’m sorry,” she said as she drew her knees up under his shirt and wrapped her arms around them. “I’m so. . sorry.”
   He slowly turned to question her, his voice tender. “Why did you change your mind? Why now?”
   “I didn’t. You were the one that. . stopped.”
   He wiped the tears from her cheeks and gently held her face between his hands. “No, you told me you wanted to wait, to save yourself. Why did you change your mind? I need to know.”
   There were so many emotions racing through her at once, she didn’t know where to start. How could she tell him she feared losing him? How could she question the love and sacrifice he’d shown her? Hadn’t he proven himself time and time again? But that was all before he knew Serena lived, before Kira had everything she held sacred taken from her. Before, when their love felt pure and simple-when she was pure and simple.
   Kira thought about his question one more time, trying to find the right words to express how she really felt. She needed to be straightforward and tell him the truth-she owed him that much. She sat back, wiped the tears from her eyes and said the words that she’d felt swimming around in her heart for days.
   “There’s nothing left of me. . to save.”
   She could feel the numbness of her shell taking over her emotions as she pushed herself away from him and stood. She went back to the bed, slid under the covers and faced the wall again. The room fell eerily quiet. She could hear no movement coming from behind her. Her words still hung in the air as if held there by an invisible thread. As her body began to tremble, she closed her eyes and ordered herself not to cry.
   She didn’t hear him get up off the floor, only felt his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed. When his hand touched her side, she tightened the shell around her and willed him to go away, but he didn’t listen.
   “Kira,” he whispered. So soft. So gentle. “I have something I need to say, but I need you to see my face. I need you to see the truth in my eyes.”
   She couldn’t move. She felt wrapped in a cocoon with no way of escaping.
   “Please, Kira.” He pulled the covers back, drew her into his arms and held her there. The warmth of his embrace melted the imaginary silk threads that bound her body. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. She still trembled, so he yanked the blankets off the bed, wrapped them around her, then stroked her hair.
   “I would give my life if it would take your pain away. I cannot even imagine what they-”
   “Stop,” she begged. “I don’t want to think about it.”
   He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back to sit on the bed, holding her so she couldn’t retreat to the other side. He looked into her eyes for the longest time before he finally spoke.
   “I can make you forget, Kira. I can take all those memories and put them away so you never have to think about them again. You tell me it is what you want and I will do it for you.”
   His words sent images of Serena and Narissa through Kira’s head and how they’d suffered at the mercy of magic that should never have been used. They’d lost not only the bad memories, but also the good ones. As much as Kira wanted to forget what had been done to her, she wanted even more to remember her recovery and the strength she had gained from getting her life back. She wanted to have all the good memories that were twisted and tangled in with the bad. How many women had been abused who would never have the option to have their memories erased? It wasn’t fair to them and it wasn’t fair to Altaria. She’d gone through everything alongside Kira. Erasing it all would be like letting Shandira and her men get away with what they’d done.
   “No,” she finally said.
   He looked away for a moment. “If you change your mind, will you tell me?” He found her eyes again for her answer.
   She nodded.
   “If I let go, will you sit here long enough for me to have my say?”
   She nodded again, but when he released her, she scooted against the wall, drew her knees up and pulled the covers around her.
   He sighed out of frustration-or anger, she couldn’t tell. “I made you a promise. .” He paused, obviously not happy with her current state of mind or position on the bed. He twisted around and slid closer so he sat cross legged in front of her. He put his finger under her chin and raised it so their eyes met. “I need you to look at me.”
   “Okay,” she replied, her voice an even monotone.
   “I made a promise to you that day near the falls and even if I have to build a wall between us, I intend to keep it. I will not take that from you.”
   Kira heard his words and understood them, but what she felt inside was something totally different. “You don’t want me?”
   His facial expression went from one emotion to another and back again so quickly, she couldn’t decipher them. He slid off the bed and paced between the bed and the door on the opposite wall, only stopping long enough to huff out a lung full of air and throw up his hands.
   “Is that really what you think?” he finally asked.
   “Yeah. You seem different here. I thought at first it was because of what Zerek did, that you were afraid of hurting me. Or maybe all my ugly scars, but now I can’t give you an heir and with Serena still alive. .” She didn’t want to say the next part. It hurt too much and it wasn’t the truth. “If you want to take me home, I’ll understand.”
   He looked as if she’d shot him with one of her arrows-like she’d truly broken his heart. “Oh, Kira. You are wrong. You are so wrong.” He crossed the floor in two steps, but stopped before reaching the bed, like he feared getting too close.
   “My hunger and thirst for blood is not the only desire stronger in this world. I haven’t become accustomed to it, yet. Every emotion, every appetite and craving is ten fold. It is all I can do to be in the same room with you. The scent of your hair as it catches a breeze through a window sends me almost to my knees. I tease you about gaining a resistance to your scent, but the truth is, I have no resistance. A simple touch of your hand or brush of your lips on the tip of my finger and it is all I can do to keep from. .” His body shook as he turned away. “And talking about it makes it worse.”
   He sat on the bed, his back to her. “When I walked through that door tonight and saw you standing there in my shirt, I thought I was dreaming. You have no idea what you do to me. The part of me that is animal does not understand why I cannot have you now, why I must hold back.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “And the part of me that is a man loves you too much to let that happen.”
   Kira needed to believe him now more than ever. She needed to trust his words-to know in her heart that he spoke the truth. But as much as she tried, she still felt alone and unsure of his feelings for her.
   He turned to face her. “If I hold you, will you behave?” he asked with a smirk.
   Kira smiled, despite the sadness in her heart. “I’ll try.” Then she moved to the other side of the bed and adjusted the covers so he could slide in next to her.
   They stayed that way for most of the night-too afraid to move. When the fire had all but gone out, a small stream of sunlight crept in through the one section of window not covered with ivy. She ventured a kiss on Octavion’s exposed shoulder, but met with his rebuke. An instant later he reconsidered, allowing a moment of innocent intimacy as he pressed his lips to hers.
   “Happy now?” he asked, flashing his dimples.
   “I guess it will have to do,” she teased. She had to admit she felt better now that she’d slept in his arms.
   He threw back the covers and stood, stretching and twisting out the kinks from sleeping in one place all night. She knew because she needed to do the same.
   “Your gown should be dry now. While you dress I am going for a swim.” He stepped to the door and turned the latch, but before he opened it, he shot her a mischievous look. “The cold water will do me good.”
   She giggled.
   “Not funny, Kira,” he said over his shoulder as he left the cottage, closing the door behind him.
   She quickly threw on her dress, but had more difficulty lacing the front than the day before. Most of her middle finger, her knuckle and part of her hand were purple and green and ached severely. Octavion was probably right about it being broken. What she wouldn’t give for her healing powers to return. Several times since Altaria returned to her body, Kira tried using the Crystor to heal or send her thoughts, but it still didn’t work. The only change she’d noticed was an occasional itch where it rubbed against her skin. Extremely frustrating, to say the least.
   When Octavion returned from his swim, he took back his shirt and bandaged Kira’s hand. Then he adjusted the ribbon on the front of her dress and helped her put the combs back in her hair. His gentle hands put her at ease and solidified his words of affirmation from the night before. If what he’d said was true, he loved her. And the fact that Serena lived did nothing to change those feelings.
   It was still early when he whisked her away to the castle and they saw only a few servants going about their business. Luka stood near the bottom of the staircase as they entered, a smirk planted firmly on his face.
   “Well, well. Sneaking in early in the morning, eh?” he said as they passed.
   Octavion grabbed the front of his cousin’s shirt and put his partially transformed face only inches from Luka’s. Kira didn’t hear the words they shared with their minds, but when Octavion finished with him, Luka sincerely apologized and walked off with his imaginary tail between his legs.
   “Excuse my cousin’s rudeness. He is not used to being around a real lady.” They continued up the stairs, stopping in front of her opened door.
   “Please don’t go,” she begged.
   “Do not worry, I will see you tonight. Do you think you can stay out of trouble that long?”
   Kira wanted to drag him into his lair and put him in chains to keep him from leaving her. “I suppose.”
   He gave her a quick kiss and closed the door between them. As much as she wanted to believe he’d be safe, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her heart. Something wasn’t right.
   ***
   When Octavion reached the bottom of the stairs, his father waited-his expression grave.
   “What has happened?” Octavion asked. Is Altaria all right?
   Yes. “I must inform you on another matter. Perhaps we should speak in private.”
   A few moments later they stood in his father’s private room, a few glowing stones filling the space with light. Belesgar paced the floor, rubbing the stubble on his chin with his fingers. “We had unexpected visitors while you were away.” He stopped and faced his son. “Two men from Panthera’s Royal guard.”
   Octavion’s heart clenched. “They came for me?”
   “No. King Ramla heard of your journey to Kira’s world and wanted to make sure you understood the oath you made. That no place existed where you could hide and he not find you.”
   Octavion ran his fingers through his hair. They’d been watching him. “What did you tell them?”
   “That you are a man of your word and will honor your agreement. But what I should have said is how foolish you are. How could you give up everything so easily? Have you no love for your people or your family? Do we mean nothing to you?”
   “You think this was easy for me? I love Xantara and the thought of leaving my home and the people I care for goes against everything I am-everything you raised me to be.”
   Belesgar moved closer, his fingers curled into fists. “But you gave it all up for what-the love of a woman we know nothing about?”
   Octavion stared into his father’s eyes. The pain he saw there nearly broke him in two. “I love her. What else could I do? Would you not have given everything to save my mother or Estaria?”
   Belesgar let the tension out of his shoulders. He sat on the bench and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I would give up everything for a mere moment with them.” He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I would do the same for you. It took all my strength not to beg for your release, to give all I own in exchange for the price you agreed to pay.”
   “Father.” Octavion sat next to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “This is my burden to bear. I hope you know my swearing allegiance to Panthera means nothing to me, that I will forever see you as my king and Xantara as my home.”
   Belesgar turned to face his son, his eyes moist for the first time since Octavion could remember. “Ramla is a good king. He will treat you fairly.”
   “But he is not my father and will never hold a place in my heart as you do.”
   His father looked down at his hands dangling between his knees. “I never told you about your mother, what she sacrificed to be my queen. Her father had promised her to another and became very angry when I asked for her hand. He said if she chose to be bound to me, he would disown her, that she’d lose everything.”
   Belesgar smiled at the memory. “I actually tried to talk her out of it-convince her to forget about me-but she was a stubborn woman and would not hear of it. She said we were meant to create something grand together.”
   He looked at Octavion. “She loved Shandira with all her heart, but the day you were born, she saw something special in your eyes. She lived long enough to hold you in her arms and see bits and pieces of your future in a vision. She never told me what she saw, only how proud she was of the decisions you would make and how you would choose to live. Then she said something that made little sense at the time, but now. .”
   Octavion swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Even after years of pleading, his father had never spoken of the day his mother died-the same day Octavion had been born. “What did she say?”
   Belesgar straightened and looked intently into his son’s eyes. “It was her dying breath. She looked into your soul and whispered, ‘Such sorrow.’ I thought she described how she felt about leaving you, but perhaps she saw how you feel now and the great sorrow you will endure when the time comes for you to leave.”
   Such sorrow. Her words would echo in his mind for the rest of his life and described how he felt perfectly. The thought of leaving Kira and his family constantly tore at him and the threat that Ramla’s guards could whisk him away that very day, made it all too real. He had to find a way to tell Kira before it was too late. He needed her to hear it from him.

   Kira’s first order of business was to clean the mess Ussay and she made trying to find a dress. She didn’t bother with wrapping the ball gowns, just hung them and threw the linens in the corner. She’d worry about that later.
   After she changed out of her dress and into something simpler, she set out to find Ussay. She half expected her to be waiting in Kira’s room when she’d returned earlier, but since she wasn’t there she knew Ussay must be with Mara. Kira couldn’t wait to find out the details of Ussay’s date with Cade.
   As Kira neared Mara’s sleeping chambers, the door flew open and an older woman walked out with an armful of dirty linens. She curtsied then continued down the hall, disappearing through a small doorway at the end. Since she’d left the door ajar Kira assumed it would be all right to enter. She found Mara sitting in the chair near the window nursing Ethan.
   “Good morning, dear,” Mara said.
   Kira averted her eyes. Mara hadn’t bothered to cover herself and Kira got an eyeful. “I’m so sorry, Mara. I should have knocked.”
   “Nonsense. Did you enjoy the festivities? I do not recall seeing you after the Khapri.”
   Kira pretended to fix her hair in a nearby mirror, giving Mara the privacy she didn’t think she needed. “Octavion took me to the meadow. It was fun. Have you seen Ussay this morning? I need to talk to her.”
   Mara finished with Ethan, laid him across her lap and buttoned her dress. “I believe she is in the village. I gave most of the staff the day off for their hard work yesterday. They were up most of the night cleaning. Perhaps I could have Nestor fetch her for you when he returns.”
   The same image of Shandira grabbing Arela flashed through Kira’s head. She spun around to face Mara. “Return? You mean he’s not here?”
   Mara smiled. “All is well, my dear. He is merely taking Arela riding. He felt she was being neglected with all the attention on Ethan. He presented her with a pony this morning.”
   “Oh, well that’s nice.” The panic that ran through her each time an image popped into her head was about to give her heart failure. She had to stop letting her imagination get the better of her. “I think I’ll go back to my room and rest. Maybe he can take me up to see. .” Kira didn’t want to say Lydia’s name out loud in case one of the servants lingered in the hallway.
   Mara understood. “How is she?”
   “Stubborn. Maybe a little impatient. I think she’s frustrated with not being well.”
   “That will all come in time, my dear. We must be grateful she will recover.”
   Kira agreed then politely excused herself from the room. As she walked back to her chambers she realized that, for the first time since she’d arrived, she wasn’t being watched. And if what Octavion said was true about not being in danger, at least not for today, then she could go exploring.
   Kira’s first thought was to get a closer look at Octavion’s lair, but that made her think of the arm band she’d asked Altaria to make for him. She still needed to get a silver medallion and some leather so she ventured into the courtyard, across the wooden bridge and started toward the village. Her newfound freedom felt good.
   “Pardon me, my lady.”
   Kira spun around to see two guards trailing behind her. “What?”
   Both men bowed to her, then the taller of the two spoke. “We have orders not to let you leave the castle.”
   Kira rolled her eyes. “But I’m not in the castle, I’m standing outside, so you’ve already failed. Shall I tell Octavion?”
   “No, my lady. But-”
   Kira put up her hand. “Look, Octavion said it was perfectly safe for me to go into the village. If you want to follow me to Ussay’s cottage, fine. But then you’ll have to come back here because I’m not having you two follow me all day.”
   Both men stood there with their mouths open, but said nothing.
   “It’s settled then. Follow me or don’t. I’m going.” After all, what would they do, lock her up in the dungeon? She didn’t even know if Octavion’s family had a dungeon. She lifted the hem of her dress and strutted down the cobblestone street toward Ussay’s home. She didn’t look back to see if the guards followed, but didn’t hear their footsteps.
   Around the entire perimeter of the village-and attached to either side of the castle-towered a white brick wall. It appeared to be built from the same material as the castle, and rose high above the cottage roofs. The builders had capped it off with thousands of jagged rocks-she assumed to keep intruders at bay. It wouldn’t, of course, keep out Royals.
   There were two entrances, the side gate leading to the Aubelet and cemetery, and the main gate, opposite the castle entrance at the other end of the village, where most of the merchants came and went freely. There was nothing between the castle drawbridge and the village except a long cobblestone road and several stone statuaries. As Kira walked down the hill and onto the village streets she took special care to be friendly and acknowledge the residents of Xantara. She knew that someday, as Octavion’s wife, she’d be considered royalty and these would be her people. She wanted them to love her as they loved their Royals, but she knew the relationship she’d have with them would be different. They would have no reason to keep her from entering their homes and businesses and no reason to fear her.
   When she reached the large community well, she knew Ussay’s cottage would be only a stone’s throw away. She stopped long enough to get a cold drink of water then continued down the street, passing a few houses before the merchant’s booths filled the streets in the marketplace. Two gates down on the right she found her surroundings familiar. She swung open the rickety wooden gate, walked along the short dirt path and knocked on the door.
   Almost instantly the door flew open. Ussay’s wide eyes met Kira’s before she let out a squeal and threw her arms around Kira’s neck, almost knocking her to the ground. Once Kira recovered, Ussay led her inside to sit near the fireplace. Kira hadn’t noticed the chill in the air until the warmth of the fire brought welcomed warmth to her skin.
   “Who brought you?” Ussay asked.
   Kira flashed a mischievous grin. “I escaped.”
   “Oh, no. We must send word to the castle. They will worry.”
   “Mara thinks I’m sleeping and two guards know where I am. Besides, I won’t be gone that long. I need to get some leather and visit Kueelok. I thought you might want to go with me.”
   Ussay’s bottom lip jutted out as she held up her hand. Kira had to laugh-the gesture she inadvertently made with her bandaged middle finger wasn’t exactly considered good etiquette in on Earth.
   “It will not stop bleeding,” Ussay said. “I dare not go out with it like this.”
   Kira waved her own bandaged hand and smiled. “We’ll match.”
   Ussay laughed.
   “Do you want me to cauterize it again? With the hotter coals of the fire it might take this time.”
   Ussay wrinkled her face in protest. “It hurts when you do that.”
   “I know, but you won’t be able to work at the castle if it’s still bleeding. Besides, you have to help me pick something out for Octavion.”
   Ussay hesitated for a moment, then removed the bandages and gave Kira her hand. This time the point of the knife they used glowed red with heat. Kira was careful to barely touch the tip of the blade against the cut, completely stopping the bleeding. She gently wrapped Ussay’s finger with a clean bandage.
   Their first stop of the day was at Kueelok’s. Kira wanted to see if he’d finished her necklace and talk to him about doing some hand tooling on a small piece of silver for Octavion’s arm band. Kueelok was more than happy to show her a few examples, but she wanted something more unique. After turning down several of his ideas, she settled for an oval piece of silver with the face of a wild cat tooled in the center. The idea itself wasn’t unique, but the way Kira arranged the facial features was. The medallion depicted a hybrid cat-half the face of a lion and the other half a tiger. Kueelok quickly sketched the design on a piece of parchment for her approval, making only one change at her request. Near the top and to one side of the disk she had him make a light impression of two crescent moons.
   Once she had that taken care of, she asked to see her necklace. After learning of Serena’s, she thought she might not want it, but spending the night in Octavion’s arms had made her reconsider. She loved the idea of sending her thoughts to him.
   Kueelok seemed confused at first, claiming Octavion had already retrieved it. But when he realized she hadn’t yet received the piece, he declared his ignorance and scooted the girls out the door. Kira’s own theory was that Octavion planned to surprise her with it-which would be even better than picking it up herself. She promised herself she’d act surprised when he presented it to her.
   They stopped next at the leather smith’s booth. The old man standing behind the table grew crotchety and almost angry when they refused to look at his more expensive goods. He seemed to think the small piece of leather she requested to be an insult. He promptly ignored the girls and turned his attention to the other customers.
   Ussay and Kira rummaged through a few boxes of scrap strips of leather and found the right color and length Altaria requested. Of course, Kira had to lie, saying she was the one making the arm band, but Ussay didn’t seem suspicious.
   A beautiful young girl came out of the nearby home to help the older man when things got busier. Her kind patience seemed to sell a lot more merchandise than he did with his grumbling. As they waited, the girl turned her back to them long enough for Kira to see the way she’d braided her hair. It wasn’t so much the design, but the way it wound around itself making a ribbon at the end to hold it unnecessary. Kira was suddenly aware of the rats nest atop her head. When she turned to question Ussay about the braid, she had the same expression on her face as Kira imagined on her own. Neither of them had been able to do anything with their hair because of their fingers.
   “Do you think she would braid our hair?” Kira asked.
   “She would be honored. To do anything for royalty is much desired. If others find out, it is good for business.”
   When they were finally able to gain her attention, the young girl took one look at Kira’s sparkling green eyes and red hair and almost fell over from overzealous curtsying. She called for her grumpy old father to relieve her so she could service the future wife of the prince.
   “My name is Zahra,” she said as she led them inside her tiny cottage. She took a stool from beside the fireplace and sat it near the window in full view of the street.
   As Kira sat, she could see several women outside whispering and pointing in their direction. What Ussay had said about increasing the girl’s business suddenly gave Kira an idea. She picked up the stool and strutted out the door, setting it in full view of the gathering crowd. Zahra and Ussay were not far behind.
   Kira sat on the stool, keeping her posture perfect so she better portrayed a true Royal. Then she instructed Zahra to make her beautiful. Zahra blushed, but got quickly to work. It didn’t take any time at all to do both Kira’s and Ussay’s hair.
   When she finished, Kira made a big deal about it in front of everyone, promised to compensate her generously and invited her to come to the castle to do her hair on another occasion. When they left, there was a line of women that ran the length of three cottages waiting to have the girl do their hair.
   As soon as Ussay and Kira rounded the corner they ducked between two cottages and released their pent-up laughter. Kira couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard.
   “You did not see her face when you left with the stool. I thought she was going to faint.” Ussay held her side, trying to suppress another bout of hysterics.
   “Did you see her father?” Kira asked. “He didn’t look very happy when everyone paid attention to her and not his leather business, especially that group of young men standing across the street.”
   “He will feel better when he sees the money she will make. Perhaps it will bring her a suitor. A rich dowry is tempting to a young ambitious man.”
   “So how is your suitor,” Kira asked.
   They’d finally gotten their giggles down to a minimum and ventured back out onto the street. Ussay blushed from Kira’s question, but remained silent.
   Kira nudged her arm in jest. “Did he kiss you?” she whispered.
   Ussay turned even redder. “A lady does not reveal such things.”
   “He did. I knew it. Way to go, Cade.” Kira put a little skip in her step as they turned another corner and the other merchant booths came in to sight. Immersed in her conversation, Kira had been too busy having a good time to keep track of where they were until she saw the booth with woven shawls displayed on the table in front of her. Her feet suddenly refused to move and she couldn’t take her eyes off the view in front of her. Octavion stood in front of Serena, her hand in his while they laughed together.
   Kira felt the blood drain from her face and her heart stop beating. It was all a lie. Every word. Every kiss.
   Ussay walked a few steps ahead before she spun around to see why Kira stopped. “Kira, what is it? You look ill.” Her voice seemed to come from very far away.
   Kira couldn’t answer. Couldn’t take her eyes off Octavion as he bent to kiss Serena’s hand and then brush a strand of hair away from her face much like he’d done so many times with her.
   Serena blushed then laughed with the voice of an angel.
   “He. . lied,” Kira managed to say as the tears filled her eyes, then streamed down her cheeks.
   Ussay looked in the direction Kira stared. Her gasp sent shivers through Kira’s entire body. Ussay had seen it too. It wasn’t a nightmare-this was real.
   “Oh, Kira,” Ussay said. “I am sure it is nothing. We should talk to him and. .”
   “NO!” The word shocked Kira out of her trance. She grabbed Ussay by the arm and pulled her back against one of the structures so they were out of Octavion’s view. “You can’t tell him. Promise me you won’t say a word.”
   “Kira, I. .”
   “No, Ussay. Promise me.”
   She nodded.
   Kira wanted to scream, but knew it would only bring more attention to something she wanted to forget. Her second thought was to run. “I’m sorry, Ussay. I need to go.”
   She pushed past the girl and ran as fast as she could through the market and up the road leading to the castle. She didn’t notice if the guards tried to stop her or if they followed. She only paused long enough to open the door before flying up the stairs and into her room-Lydia’s room. The same feelings of displacement she’d had in the clearing came flooding back stronger than she could have ever imagined. She didn’t belong here. Nothing in this place was hers, not even the man she loved.
   Kira threw herself on the bed, bumping her arm on a small wooden box someone had left on her pillow. A thin red ribbon held it shut with a bow. The necklace-a painful reminder of what their life could have been-what it would never be. She didn’t want to open it. She knew the pain it would cause as she saw her reflection in what she imagined to be his loving eyes. The same one’s he’d just seen Serena through.
   Kira swept the box off the pillow, sending it crashing onto the stone floor. She didn’t look to see the damage she’d done to the box or if the contents were scattered among its broken pieces. She simply buried her head in the pillow and let every ounce of energy she had left force out the last of her tears in gut wrenching sobs. Her heart twisted in her chest and her gut felt as if someone had buried their fist in it.
   “Kira,” Ussay’s said in her soft and tender voice.
   “Leave me. . alone,” Kira said between sobs.
   Kira felt Ussay’s hand touch her shoulder as she crawled up on the bed beside her. “Where did you get the box?”
   Her question took Kira by surprise. The shakiness in her voice caused Kira to remove the pillow and look at Ussay’s face-she was trembling.
   “Why?” Kira asked.
   “There is. .” Ussay glanced over the side of the bed. “There is blood.”
   “What?” Kira sat up on the bed and looked down at the scattered remnants of what she’d assumed was a gift from Octavion. There, lying amid the pieces of the broken box was a heart shaped, tiger’s eye pendent hooked to a broken silver chain. The blood Ussay saw smeared all over the box’s white satin lining came from two canine teeth of a tiger.
   Toran.
   Every image, every memory of Shandira and what she had done to her, flooded Kira’s mind. She saw her face, felt her evil spirit and even heard the sadistic tone of her voice. Kira edged her way off the other side of the bed and backed into the far corner of the room. She slid to the floor, drew her knees up. Not again. Not now.
   The memories of her abuse at Shandira’s hand swirled and morphed until she saw the image of Arela twirling in her ruffles, her hair flowing out around her head as the breeze she created lifted it in the air.
   Kira sprang to her feet and ran to Arela’s room, but it was empty. She heard laughter coming from the garden, and when she looked out Arela’s window, she saw her playing ball with Nestor while Mara sat holding Ethan.
   Ussay stood in the doorway with a confused look on her face. “What is wrong? Who did this?”
   “You need to leave. You can’t be around me, it’s too dangerous.” Kira walked past her and went back to her room.
   “Kira, please. If you are in danger, we must tell someone. Perhaps Octavion could come back and. .”
   “NO!” Kira spun around and grabbed Ussay by the arms. “You can’t tell anyone. She put that in here for a reason, Ussay. She wants me dead and won’t stop ‘til she gets her way. If that means killing everyone in the castle, she will do it.”
   Ussay’s face turned white and her eyes widened with fear. “She?”
   Kira released her. “Shandira was in this room.” She hadn’t noticed until then that Ussay held something in her hand. “What is that?”
   Ussay slowly brought it up between them-a piece of parchment. “She left a note, but its meaning is unclear to me.”
   Kira snatched it from her and tried to decipher the letters and symbols. After a few seconds, it all made sense.
 
   Where once it was mighty, now fallen it lays.
   A fierce little young one stumbles and plays.
 
   Your feet, they betrayed you where flowers bloom.
   Blonde curls and ribbons will meet her doom.
 
   Take heed to tell no one, her future is mine.
   Her sweet disposition, I’ll sour in time.
 
   Alone you must venture, beyond the main gate
   Or all those who love you will regret their fate.
 
   Make haste when shadows are made long by the sun,
   Melt into the darkness, when night time has won.
 
   Kira had to read it twice to take it all in. Shandira had been there. The whole time Kira played with the cubs, her falling in the water and perhaps even before when she’d been with Ussay and Cade, Shandira lurked in the shadows. What confused Kira even more was that she hadn’t felt Shandira arrive. That meant she knew where they would be and waited for them. Did she overhear their conversation in the garden? Did she stand only a few feet away? Or did her strong talent in reading other’s thoughts let her eavesdrop?
   Kira’s fear quickly faded away, to be replaced with anger. This time, she wouldn’t let Shandira call the shots. She went to the other side of the bed and knelt to examine the objects, being very careful not to touch the pendent. She didn’t want Shandira in her head-at least not yet. Ussay sat on the window seat, still wearing a terrified look on her face.
   Kira stood and went to sit next to her. “You need to go, Ussay.”
   She slowly turned her head and focused on Kira’s eyes. “What will you do?”
   Kira shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I can’t ask you to be a part of this. I won’t have you choosing between keeping my secrets and being loyal to Octavion-not this time.”
   Ussay looked at her hands and picked at her bandage. “She will take your life. You know that.”
   “Yeah, but maybe I can injure her in the process. If I have the element of surprise and it’s on my terms, maybe I can keep her from hurting anyone else.” Kira put her hand on Ussay’s. “I don’t belong here and I don’t want to go back to my world. There’s nothing for me there, either.”
   Tears filled Ussay’s eyes. “We must tell someone. You cannot do this alone.”
   Kira held the piece of paper so Ussay could see the words written there. “Do you see what this says? Blonde curls and ribbons will meet her doom. Take heed to tell no one, her future is mine. Her sweet disposition, I’ll sour in time.” Kira crushed the paper and threw it on the floor with the box. “She’s talking about Arela. Do you really want Arela looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life, hiding and afraid Shandira will magically appear in her room in the middle of the night and take her away?”
   “No,” Ussay whispered.
   “Then I have no choice.”
   After a moment of silence, Ussay stood and faced Kira. She straightened her back, raised her chin and wiped away her tears. “Tell me what to do. I want to help.”
   “You realize you would be deceiving Octavion. You of all people should know what he is capable of when he is angry.”
   “And how angry do you think he will be when he finds out I knew what you were about to do and let you do it alone? I will do what I can to help you prepare, even go with you if you would permit it. But when he asks, I will be truthful. Will that do?”
   “Yes.”
   “Good, because I have an idea,” Ussay said. “Octavion mentioned once that you preferred a bow, is that true?”
   Kira looked at her curiously. “Yeah, why?”
   “Octavion’s lair is filled with different concoctions, some are extremely poisonous. If we coat the tips of your arrows with one of those, it would merely have to graze her flesh to have an effect. It may not kill her, but it would weaken her enough so you would have the advantage. It would even the odds.”
   “Ussay, you’re a genius.”

   Kira slid from the bench to the floor and picked the heart pendent up with the cuff of her sleeve, slipping it into her pocket. She’d use it to call Shandira once she was ready.
   As they made their way through Octavion’s sleeping chambers and down the winding staircase that led to his lair, the gravity of the situation finally started to sink in. What was she thinking? She was no match for Shandira. Even when she possessed powers and strength from the Crystor she couldn’t compete with Shandira’s heightened senses and Royal strength. This time she would snap Kira like a twig. All Kira could do is postpone the inevitable. In the end Shandira would win-the King of Kazedon would have his revenge and so would Shandira. Maybe then she’d allow her family and Xantara to live in peace.
   Ussay led Kira down into the darkness. She held a candle to guide their steps, but once they stepped into the vastness of his lair, it did little to illuminate the space. Kira stayed near the bottom of the stairs until Ussay found more candles to light. As each one took flame the room came alive, adding a warm glow to the stone walls.
   Kira searched the room for familiar things, but avoided the chains that hung from one wall. Octavion’s lair seemed to be set up very similarly to the cave back home. Tables and shelves lined one wall, cluttered with books and bottles of every size, color and shape. Some had labels, but most were blank, concealing their mysterious contents.
   Along another wall hung every weapon imaginable, some Kira had never seen before. Under those were large trunks. Most of them closed, but the few that lay open held what appeared to be leather straps and cases for weapons. One trunk held Octavion’s hunting clothes-she recognized them as the garments he’d worn when she’d first met him. She desperately tried to push away her memories of their time together. She had no time for them now.
   She looked down at her dress. There was no way she’d be able to fight with a heavy skirt wrapped around her legs. What she wouldn’t give for a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt.
   “I’ll need something else to wear. Did Altaria ever dress in pants or maybe there’s something in one of those trunks from when Octavion was younger-something small enough to fit me?”
   Ussay glanced at Kira and then at one of the closed trunks. “We were not supposed to know about it, but sometimes when the staff had a day off, the girls would dress differently. Octavion would spar with them in the garden. He taught them to fight.” She went to a small trunk in the corner of the room, opened it and, one by one, tossed the contents across the top of a larger trunk. “There should be something here to suit you.”
   Finally, after trying on several vests and blouses, Kira settled for a long sleeved, loosely woven top that laced up the front. A black pair of leather pants fit her best, so she quickly pulled them over her bare legs and went in search of shoes. Once she’d found a pair of boots that fit, she sorted through the weapons.
   Kira systematically donned herself with sheath and dagger as if she had done it many times. The process calmed her nerves-putting her in that warrior mode she’d seen so many times in Octavion. She realized the kick butt attitude was part of the costume.
   There were three bows, but none like the one she’d had in her world. Two were long bows and the third, a crossbow. Since she lacked the experience and strength for the crossbow, she chose the shorter of the two long bows and a quiver of arrows. When she held the bow up and practiced notching an arrow, she realized she had a problem. One of the fingers she used to pull back the string was broken.
   First she tried with the bandages on, but the string kept catching on the fabric, making it impossible to hold on to the shaft of the arrow. She unwrapped her finger and tested it again. This time a sharp pain ran up through her finger and into her wrist. She tossed the bow to the ground, grabbed her hand and cursed.
   “Now what do I do? I can’t exactly throw the arrow at her.” Kira sat on the long bench and leaned her back against the wall. She was out of time. It was late afternoon and she needed to get to Pride Meadow long before Shandira in order to gain the advantage.
   Ussay sat next to Kira. “Perhaps you could use another weapon-a sword or a spear.”
   Kira shook her head. “I’d cut my own head off with one of those things. I only know how to use a bow.”
   Ussay stood and began rummaging through the many bottles on one of the shelves, but without the strength in Kira’s fingers, the idea of poisoning the arrows seemed useless. Ussay continued to go through the bottles until she discovered she was too short to reach the top shelf. There was a small red jar sitting precariously atop a large book. She stood on her tip toes, grabbed the book and slid it carefully off the shelf. The jar teetered for an instant, but she grabbed it with her other hand, bringing both it and the book to the table. As she did, a leather pouch came with it. It tumbled onto the table and then to the floor, scattering its contents.
   Ussay knelt to pick it up, but before her hand could touch it, Kira grabbed her arm and pushed her back onto the floor.
   “What did you do that for?” Ussay asked.
   “I’m sorry,” Kira said. “I didn’t want you getting cut.”
   Kira couldn’t believe what she saw-the pouch Ussay pulled off the shelf was Kira’s own healing pack. Among the items sprawled across the floor were Lydia’s ruby necklace, a handful of broken glass from a bottle of Gyllrue and the metal vials filled with the mixture to give Octavion strength when he traveled. Octavion must have found it when he went back to kill Zerek and brought it back with him. Why hadn’t he said anything?
   She slid the pack out from under the chards of glass and set it on the table. Ussay pulled a small piece of metal from under the shelf, helped Kira brush the glass fragments onto it, then discarded them into a wooden bucket. Kira picked up the metal vials and put them on the table, along with a crushed pack of healing herbs she hadn’t noticed before.
   The only thing left lying on the floor was Lydia’s ruby. Seeing it felt like discovering an old friend you thought you would never lay eyes on again. She missed Lydia more than ever and wished she was there to tell Kira how crazy she was for doing this. She missed her spirit, the way she laughed and how she could change any situation around and make Kira smile.
   Kira changed her focus to the Crystor where it lay dormant against her skin. It’s once shimmering beauty had faded. The silver seemed tarnished and dull. Even though she and Lydia were no longer connected, she couldn’t help crave the energy and strength the Crystor gave her when they were bound together as friends. She hungered for it like Octavion hungered for a fresh kill under the new moon. She could feel the desire flow through her veins-a familiar ice in her blood that made her eyes cool and the skin on her wrist itch.
   “What’s wrong?” Ussay asked.
   Kira had nearly forgotten Ussay was in the room. “It’s the Crystor. I miss its powers-and Lydia.”
   “Powers?”
   “It used to be charmed, but it doesn’t work anymore.”
   “What about this?” Ussay reached for the ruby that still lay on the floor.
   “Don’t touch it.” Kira brushed her hand aside and picked up the ruby. “Sorry, I don’t know how it will react to you.” The black cord it hung from had been destroyed by the spilled Gyllrue so she slipped the ruby off and held the stone for Ussay to see. “This was Lydia’s.” Kira thought for a moment. She knew the heart pendent was very powerful and merely touching it could summon Shandira, but the ruby had been charmed for Lydia to communicate with Octavion-without Shandira hearing. She tightened her fist around the stone, closed her eyes and prayed it would work the same magic between her and her friend as it once had.
   Lydia?
   Her skin beneath the Crystor tingled, but she got no answer. She rubbed the ruby with her thumb. Lydia!
   Kira heard no words, but a dull ache began to radiate through her skull. Was Lydia trying to connect to her? She tried again, only this time she called out to Altaria.
   Al?
   Kira grabbed her head as the ache suddenly turned into a sharp pain that shot threw her head and down her spine. “Crap!” She didn’t want to try that again.
   “What happened?” Ussay asked, scooting closer. She still knelt on the floor next to Kira.
   “Nothing, I’m fine. Give me a second. I want to try something.” Kira opened her left hand and settled the ruby in her palm. She rubbed it again.
   Lydia! I need you to connect with Altaria. We need you. Please, I need you.
   For several seconds, nothing happened, and then Kira felt the cold metal of the Crystor warm against her skin-a complete contrast to the ice cold ruby. She closed her fingers around it to take away the chill. It warmed beneath her grasp. Kira stood and crossed to the bench. Running a finger across the Crystor, she summoned the good memories of healing to take over her mind-healing a little girl’s puppy, jogging through the park with newfound strength, the shine of her silken hair and seeing her touch heal the ones she loved. She let herself be lost in them, unaware of Ussay and her surroundings.
   “Are you all right, Kira?” Ussay’s voice pulled Kira from her thoughts. Ussay had also stood and taken a seat next to her.
   “I’m fine. I just miss it.”
   “May I see the bracelet closer? It appears to be glowing slightly. I think it might be the way the candlelight is reflecting on it.”
   Kira turned and put her wrist between them.
   Ussay touched the Crystor with the tip of her finger. “Ouch,” she said, pulling her hand away quickly. “You did not tell me it would hurt.”
   Her reaction startled Kira, making the ruby slip from her hand into her lap. “It shocked you?”
   Ussay nodded. “It went right up my arm.”
   Kira carefully examined the bracelet which had grown almost too hot to touch. She covered it with her other hand, pressing her palm to it, but nothing happened. She looked down at the ruby where it lay in her lap. Altaria said the heart pendent turned up the volume of their thoughts. Maybe the ruby did the same thing, increasing whatever powers the person had.
   Kira picked up the ruby with her right hand and gripped it firmly, even though the pain in her broken finger made it difficult. A few seconds passed before heat began to radiate from the ruby and into her wrist. She watched as the glowing strand of silver came to life. It tightened around her wrist until the circulation in Kira’s fingers was lost, making her fingers tingle. Kira thought it would cut her hand off, so opened her palm, hoping less pressure on the stone would loosen the Crystor. Instead, the tiny strand of silver broke into a thin long line and coiled around the ruby like a snake, swirling around in her palm until the outside ends began to unravel. It circled the ruby several times, then wound itself around her broken finger, healing it instantly. As it slid back into her palm it found its brilliant silver sheen.
   Ussay jumped to her feet and started backing out of the room. Ussay’s eyes widened with fear as she put a trembling hand over her mouth.
   “Ussay, it’s all right.” Kira reached for her with her free hand, but Ussay didn’t stop. She kept backing away with a dazed look on her face.
   “Ussay!” Kira yelled.
   Ussay jumped at the sound of Kira’s voice, but it only hastened her escape. Kira clapped her fingers around the Crystor and ruby, then took off toward the stairs. By the time she reached Ussay she was half way to the back of the bookcase leading to Octavion’s chambers. Kira grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her to the ground.
   “Stop,” Kira pleaded. “Let me explain. It won’t hurt you.”
   Ussay tried to push her away. “It is evil,” she cried. “I have never seen such magic. Objects do not have a life of their own, they must have a Jayde to control them.”
   “Ussay, please trust me. I promise it won’t hurt you.”
   Ussay pulled away and climbed two more steps before sitting with her back against the wall. “You can explain, but do not touch me.”
   “All right. Just don’t run, okay?”
   Ussay nodded.
   “Remember how bruised and swollen my hand was where I broke my finger?”
   “Yes,” Ussay said cautiously.
   Kira still had the Crystor securely gripped in her fist, so she turned her hand over so Ussay could see her knuckles. The swelling had completely gone and so had the bruise.
   Ussay gasped, moving up one more step.
   “It’s okay. Octavion gave me this bracelet so I could save Lydia’s life. It gives me the power to heal. It has no evil in it, only good.”
   Ussay seemed to relax, but the fear in her face remained. “Why did it move by itself?”
   “It’s okay. It did that before. It’s just. . not supposed to work anymore.” Kira stood and offered her free hand. “You can leave if you want, but if you stay I have to warn you, I want to try something and you won’t like it.”
   “Will it hurt?”
   Kira smiled. “It won’t hurt you,” she teased.
   Ussay took Kira’s hand and followed her down the stairs and back to the bench. Kira sat, but Ussay remained standing.
   “You’re not gonna run again are you?” Kira asked, trying to lighten the mood.
   “No.” Ussay wrapped her arms around herself and looked like she might take off any second.
   Kira tried to remember the level of concentration it took to heal and put all that energy into the palm of her hand. If she could somehow connect with it-connect with Lydia-maybe it would find its place around her wrist and give her powers back. The feeling it left inside her when it released her was like sucking an egg from its shell, leaving her hollow and empty. She took one last look at the ruby and silver thread in her hand, pressed her fingers firmly around them and closed her eyes.
   The instant she channeled her energy toward her hand, the Crystor began to shift. Kira moved her fingers out of the way to give it more room, but continued willing it to live. As the coldness faded and it started to burn, she opened her eyes. She watched as it changed from red to blue, finally radiating a celestial white glow that spilled out into the room. The end eagerly searched for its mate. First it went around her thumb, but didn’t stay there. When it slid across her palm and brushed the inside of her wrist, the entire chain rose up out of her hand, wrapped itself around her wrist and sealed its ends together.
   Ussay took a step back, but didn’t run. “Did it hurt?” she whispered.
   Kira felt the rush of its power creep up her arm-much stronger and more intense than the first time.
   “Not yet, but it’s coming.”
   Kira stopped concentrating on giving it life and tried to stay focused on the changes in her body. What took days to bring her to her maximum stature in her world, happened so quickly it sent her to her knees. The pain was excruciating. Every muscle in her body swelled and her joints burned. Even the pores of her skin seemed to breathe new life into her flesh. She’d seen Octavion transform, watching his back and arms explode into bulging muscles, but she never gave a moment’s thought to it causing him pain.
   Ussay dropped to her knees beside Kira and tried to help her up, but she pushed her away.
   “Not yet,” Kira managed. She looked up to find Ussay’s face, contorted in fear.
   “Kira, your eyes. . and your face.” Ussay scooted back and stood.
   “I know, Ussay. Please, don’t. . run.”
   Kira’s eyes burned cold and she felt the broken and damaged tissues from the cut on her cheek heal. Before, the Crystor took its time exploring her inner strengths, using it to provide her what she needed to survive. Now it knew her. It recognized every minute detail of her body, spirit and mind, and she welcomed it.
   When the pain began to diminish, a rush of extreme euphoria took its place. Its attack on her senses lifted her to her feet. The smells and sounds in the room surrounded her, tormenting her sanity. She couldn’t take in enough air to satisfy her craving for more. She’d never felt more alive.
   Finally her breathing and heart rate slowed. She examined her arms to find the scars on her wrists completely gone. She assumed the ones on her back were gone as well. She kissed the ruby, then slipped it into her pocket. If she survived, she’d give it back to Altaria when she returned.
   Kira took in another deep breath, found Ussay’s bewildered face and slowly let the air out of her lungs. “I think I’m done now. Are you okay?”
   Ussay nodded, letting some of the tension out of her shoulders. “Can I. . touch you now?”
   “Yes.”
   Ussay threw her arms around Kira’s neck. “I was so afraid you would die.”
   “I told you I would be fine. You should have trusted me.” Kira took Ussay’s arms from around her shoulders and urged her to sit on the bench, kneeling in front of her.
   “May I?” Kira asked, as she motioned to Ussay’s bandaged finger.
   Ussay hesitated before answering, “Yes.”
   Kira unwrapped the bandage around Ussay’s finger, which began to bleed instantly. Kira simply touched it with the tip of her finger and the wound disappeared. Her wrist didn’t burn and there was no pain in her heart.
   Ussay pulled her finger close to her face and examined it carefully. Then she smiled and let the rest of the tension out of her body.
   “One more thing,” Kira requested. She ran her finger across the scar on Ussays wrist where Octavion scratched her, and it melted away.
   Ussay smiled. “Thank you.”
   “You’re welcome.” Kira stood, grabbed her quiver of arrows and began saturating the tips with one of the poisons. Ussay quickly joined her, gently folding pieces of parchment over the ends to keep them from accidentally piercing Kira’s skin and then helped place them back into the quiver.
   Kira strapped on her healing pack and put another bottle of poison inside in case she needed it. She had done all she could to prepare, but she needed to do one more thing before she left to meet Shandira. It was time to pay back her hero for saving her life. Cade and Ussay were getting an early wedding present. There was just one problem-Cade was a Royal and the pain from healing his injury would cause him to transform and possibly attack Kira.
   “Do you know of a white powder that will cause paralyses?” Kira asked.
   “There is V’Larian. Octavion used it on you when I took out the stitches in your face. Is that what you want?”
   Kira hadn’t remembered that, but it didn’t surprise her. “Yes, I think that’s what he called it. When he used it before, I couldn’t move, but I was awake and could feel everything.”
   “That is V’Larian.” Ussay searched the shelves again, grabbed a small glass cylinder and handed it to Kira. “Will you also use this on Shandira?”
   Kira smiled. “No. I have a stop to make before I leave.”
   Ussay looked confused, but didn’t question Kira’s intentions.
   Kira bent over to pick up her bow and her increased muscle tone caused the seam on the side of her pants to give way, exposing her thigh. She quickly changed into something that would accommodate her new muscles, and switched the ruby to the new pants pocket. The clothes that had been too big for her before were a perfect fit.
   Ussay sat on the bench with Kira’s dress draped across her lap, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric.
   “What’s wrong?” Kira asked.
   “What if someone sees you dressed like that? I am not concerned about the villagers, but if we pass Mara or Nestor in the hallway, they will know you are up to something. Even one of the staff would be suspicious and tell someone.”
   She had a point. Kira threw the dress over her clothes, loosened the ribbon in front to accommodate the clothes she wore beneath, and made her way up the stairs with Ussay on her heels. When they arrived in Octavion’s sleeping chambers, Kira had one more favor to ask of her friend before she was on her way.
   “Ussay, I have something I need to do. Will you go to the stables? Tell them Octavion is returning and he wants to go riding. Have them saddle the same horse he rode yesterday. It seemed gentle enough.” Kira gave Ussay her bow and quiver. “Tell them he’s going out to practice with this and be convincing. Make sure they hurry.”
   Ussay gave her a quick hug and scurried out of the room.
   Now, what to do with Cade? Kira made sure no one was in the hall, then made her way past the staircase to the last door on the left, directly across from Mara’s. She took extra care to be quiet as she gently tapped on the door.
   “Enter,” Cade’s warm voice resonated.
   Kira entered the room and closed the door behind her. Cade sat by the window reading a book. He seemed content enough. Perhaps this would be easier than she thought.
   “Hi there,” Kira said.
   “Kira, I was thinking about you this morning. I want to thank you for setting me straight with Ussay.” He still had his head half buried in the book. When he looked up he instantly reacted to the change in her eyes and physical appearance. “What have you done?”
   Kira grabbed his hand and knelt in front of him. “Please don’t send your thoughts to Octavion until I have a chance to explain.”
   “How can you ask this of me? I am supposed to be watching you.” His eyes shot down to her hands as he pulled back the sleeve of her dress to expose the Crystor and the absence of scars. “Oh, Kira. Octavion will have my head for this. He forbade you to heal because of the pain it causes you.” When his eyes found hers again, tiny threads of gold invaded them.
   “Please. Let me explain.”
   “This better be good.” He took back his hands and folded his arms across his chest. “Speak,” he commanded.
   “I’m sorry. It was an accident actually. I was bored so I went to his lair. I was rummaging through some books and when I pulled one off the shelf, my healing pack fell out.” It wasn’t really a lie. She just wanted to leave Ussay out of it.
   “Everything spilled out onto the floor-including Lydia’s ruby. I wasn’t even thinking when I picked it up. It must have something to do with our connection, because as soon as I did, the Crystor started glowing and came to life. It feels so good, Cade.” Okay, so she gave him the short version, but she was out of time.
   “And it did this to you? Are all your scars gone, even your back?”
   Kira smiled. “Everything. And I’m stronger too.”
   He seemed satisfied with her explanation, but still leery about keeping her secret. He sat for a moment, looking her over, taking in the obvious changes. “Why did you come here, Kira? Why do you want me to keep this from my cousin? He’ll know the truth the moment he sees you.”
   Kira thought fast. “It’s not that I don’t want him to know. Honestly, I think he’ll be thrilled to see the Crystor working again. I just want to be the one to tell him. I don’t want you interrupting their meeting with King Tyrious and if he is angry, I want his rage focused on me, not someone else. This is my fault.”
   “Then I will keep it, but only until he returns. If the sun rises before you summon the nerve to approach him, I will show him everything, even your flimsy excuse and story. Now you tell me the truth. What really happened?”
   “Do you want more excuses or do you want to walk?”
   He let the book slip from his hand. It made a loud crack as it hit the floor. “Pardon?” he asked.
   “You heard me. You know as soon as he gets back he will forbid me to heal. He’s afraid I will be hurt or killed. But I’m much stronger here and I felt nothing when I healed my broken finger.” She held it up and flexed it, making a fist. “I can heal you, Cade.”
   “But it will cause me pain. I saw how Luka transformed when you healed his shoulder. There is no one here to prevent me from taking your life, Kira.”
   “I have an idea about that. Hop up on the bed and I’ll explain.”
   He disappeared from the chair, landing in the exact same position a second later in the middle of the bed. “Are you sure this will work?”
   “Positive, now roll over on your side.” With his eyes facing away from her, she reached under her skirt and pulled the bottle of V’Larian out of her pack. When she did, the heart pendent fell out of her dress pocket, hit the floor and bounced. She quickly picked it up with the tip of her finger and thumb and stuffed it into her pack. She’d almost forgotten about it. It wouldn’t due to leave it behind, robbing her of her only way to contact Shandira. She breathed a sigh of relief.
   Kira went around to the other side of the bed and held up the bottle for Cade to see. “This won’t do anything for the pain, but you won’t be able to move. Is it okay if I use it on you?”
   “Yes, but if you are hurt during the process I will not be able to help you.”
   “Always the hero, aren’t you?”
   He smirked. “Not today.”
   Kira poured a small amount of the powder into the palm of her hand, held it up in front of his face and blew. He took in a deep breath, but before the effects took hold, he grabbed her arm.
   “You will stop if you are in too much pain?”
   “I promise.”
   His arm relaxed, as the rest of his body gave into the drug. He closed his eyes.
   Kira knew her time was limited, so she climbed on the bed beside him and slipped her hand under the back of his shirt. She ran her fingers across his bare skin until she felt a deep jagged scar the length of a knife blade. She concentrated on the injury. The Crystor burned only slightly, but the pain that raced up her arm and into her chest was like someone pushing acid through her veins. She had to put her other hand on his arm for support to keep from falling off the bed. The healing lasted far longer than she’d anticipated.
   Cade began to stir, the muscles in his arms and back swelled and the bridge across his nose widened slightly. When his eyes flew open and she saw the advanced stage of his transformation, Kira put more of her energy into his back to hurry the process. He reacted by tensing his body which shoved her right off the bed. She landed square on her feet and didn’t stumble. A first for her.
   Cade grabbed the wooden slat that ran across the bottom of his headboard, breaking it clean in two. He took one look at Kira, sprang to his feet and jumped across the bed to the other side, then backed against the wall. His breathing became deep and labored as he fought the urge to kill.
   “Cade, dear,” Kira teased, in spite of the imminent danger. “You’re standing.”
   He looked at his feet then raised his head to find her eyes. “Kira.” He said through clenched teeth.
   “I know. Just do me a favor and don’t leave this room, at least not until I have a chance to tell Octavion. Can you do that?”
   His eyes began to calm. He pushed away from the wall to test his legs. “Yes.” Then he walked the few steps to the bed and braced himself on what was left of the head board. “Thank you.”
   “Promise you’ll be good to Ussay and we’re even.”
   He smiled. “Deal.”
   As Kira left his room, she thought of Lydia and Altaria. She wanted so badly to test her powers and see if she could share her thoughts with them again, but knew it would only alert them to the return of her powers. That is if they didn’t already know. She wanted to heal them-give them back their strength and vigor-but their body had no unhealed physical wounds so Kira would be of little help. The kind of healing they needed was spiritual and only time could mend that. In so many ways, they were on their own.

   Kira arrived in the courtyard to find Ussay sitting on the edge of the fountain with her arms folded and a disgusted look on her face. Ussay jumped up and started complaining about the men in the stable. She talked so fast her accent kept Kira from understanding most of her words. What she did catch was sporadic and made little sense.
   “Ussay, stop.” Kira finally interrupted. “Are they saddling a horse?”
   Ussay threw up her arms. “Yes, but it is not the one you requested. When I told them it was for Octavion they refused. They are arrogant fools.”
   “What do you mean it isn’t the one I requested?”
   “They are preparing Althros. He is a beast of a mount, Kira. Even Octavion would have difficulty controlling him, but they insist he is the horse Octavion would prefer.”
   Kira couldn’t imagine Octavion having problems controlling any animal, but then she hadn’t met Althros. “I’m sure it will be fine, Ussay.”
   She rolled her eyes. “He is not tame. He was given to Octavion before he left Xantara. The owner wanted to put him down because he was wild and vicious, but Octavion forbade it. He has not been ridden for years.”
   Before Kira could respond, a ruckus exploded inside the stable. The sound of splintering wood and metal buckets being tossed about mingled with the vulgar curses of men.
   Ussay pointed to the stable. “See?”
   “I will deal with the stablemen. I want you to go home. Stay there until I send for you.” Kira needed to get her out of the situation. She was already in more trouble than she knew. Kira put her hand on Ussay’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
   “You will be safe?” Ussay asked.
   “I will. Now go.”
   Ussay took one last look toward the stable, let out an exaggerated sigh and left the courtyard.
   The sun had begun to crest the treetops on the distant mountain. She didn’t have time to mess with disobedient servants. As she neared the entrance to the stables she met a young boy who couldn’t have been much older than Arela. His eyes were wide with excitement until he caught site of her. He bowed and lowered his eyes.
   “Pardon me, my lady. I seek Ussay. Have you seen her?” He straightened, but still avoided her eyes.
   Kira put on her best impression of Mara’s Royal attitude and fired away. “I gave instructions for Prince Octavion’s mount to be prepared. Where is he?” Poor boy, she thought.
   He stuttered, turned, and ran back into the stable without uttering a single discernible word. She heard raised voices, another bout of clatter, and then silence. When the boy came back through the door, two men followed him, desperately trying to control what Kira could only describe as. . Althros, the guardian of fire. The Crystor translated it perfectly in her mind. His name fit him. Maybe it was the fire in his eyes or the way he fought his captors, but Kira felt an instant connection.
   He was the most magnificent stallion she’d ever seen-a massive combination of pure muscle and unbridled spirit. His silken white coat glistened in the late afternoon sun as he tried to fight his way to freedom. The men were no match for him as he towered above them.
   They danced around the courtyard, trying to gain some control of the beast, but when he came close to Kira, threatening her safety, she didn’t back away. She stood there, gazing into his fierce brown eyes. He forced a burst of air through his flared nostrils, then settled. His captors, however, tried to pull him away from Kira which sent Althros into another wild tangent. Rearing up on his back legs, he lifted both men into the air. They pulled tight on the reins and tried to bring him down. When his front hooves hit the ground the stones beneath them cracked.
   “Release him!” Kira ordered.
   Both men looked at her like she was insane and continued their vain attempt to gain control.
   “Are you deaf? I said, release him.”
   This time they put up their hands, letting the reins fall to the ground. They quickly stepped back from the horse, trying to stand between Kira and Althros.
   “My lady, we were told the prince would be riding today. Will he be arriving soon?”
   Althros threw his head from side to side, grinding his teeth on the metal bit. He flipped the leather reins in the air as if he’d whip the stable hands with them.
   “I am meeting him,” she explained. “You were told to prepare a different horse. Why didn’t you follow my instructions?”
   They began their flimsy rebuttal, but she cut them off.
   “I don’t care what your excuse is. Do you know who I am?”
   “Yes, my lady,” they said in unison.
   The boy had hidden in the stable during the ruckus but now peeked through a crack in the door. His big brown eyes were wild with curiosity. Kira had to fight the urge to smile and wave at him.
   “Then you know I will be your queen one day. Are you sure you want to make me angry?”
   “No, my lady,” the stablemen said.
   “Ussay is my personal assistant. If she gives you an order, you do exactly what she says. Am I understood?”
   “Yes, my lady.”
   “Now turn around.” She didn’t bother unlacing the front of her dress, just grabbed both sides and ripped it open. She slid it over her hips and let it puddle at her feet. When she stepped between the men and back into their view, they both cursed. She glared at them, silencing their tongues.
   “You will tell no one. Do you understand?”
   They nodded.
   Kira ordered them to back away from the horse as she stepped closer. He still pranced around, nervously stomping his hooves into the stone. She put her arms out to the side with her palms up to show him she meant no harm; then slowly approached him. With every step she took toward him, he took one back, flaring his nostrils and throwing his head in the air.
   “Calm down, boy. I’m not going to hurt you.” She took another step and put her hand out toward him, coaxing him to gather in her scent. He reluctantly stretched his neck and took in a few short breaths. His eyes locked on hers as she took one more step, keeping her hand outstretched between them. Only inches from touching him, she stood still, waiting for him to grant his trust, hoping he would let her advance, so it surprised her when he made the first move. The muscles in his body relaxed as he stepped closer, letting her run the tips of her fingers down the soft muzzle between his nostrils. She slowly moved her hand up the front of his head, burying it in the long wisps of hair that ran down his forehead. He took another step, leaning into her.
   “See, I told you. I only want to ride you for a while. Think you can handle that?” She stepped to his side and brushed her hand down his neck and shoulder. As she ran her fingers through his long mane his head swung around behind her and rubbed against her back. His sudden trust in her reminded her of the cubs and their mama. Perhaps she had gained another gift from this place.
   Kira took both reins, pulled them to the saddle and, standing on the tip of her toes, reached to wrap them firmly around the horn. “Okay, Althros. Let’s show them how this is done,” she whispered as she stretched her leg up to put one foot in the stirrup.
   He raised his head as if to protest, shifting a step to the side. She quickly propelled herself up into the saddle and grabbed onto the reins. She tightened her legs around his sides, half expecting him to rear up and toss her on her butt, but he didn’t. She reached down and stroked his neck and mane.
   “Good boy.”
   Kira turned to find the two men as frozen as statues. Their mouths hung open so wide, she could have stuck her whole fist into them. The boy stood beside them, grinning from ear to ear. She adjusted herself to sit comfortably in the saddle, but now that she was on the horse, she realized she couldn’t reach the stirrups.
   “Could I get a little help here?” she asked.
   While she kept Althros calm by stroking his neck, the men quickly adjusted the stirrups. They’d barely stepped out of the way when the little boy came from inside the stable doors holding Kira’s bow and quiver. A moment of fear ran through her as she thought of the poison covering the tips, praying he wouldn’t stumble and drive one through his skin. She reached down and took them from him, strapped the quiver to her back and threw the bow over her head and shoulder.
   “Your silence will save your lives,” she warned. Then she nudged Althros in the sides and he sprang into a gallop. The heavy sound of his hooves pounding the wooden bridge echoed against the outer walls of the castle.
   Riding through the village, she gave little notice to the people jumping out of her way. She needed to get to Pride Meadow as fast as she could and didn’t have time to slow her stride. At least, since her ride the day before with Octavion, she knew the way.
   By the time she cleared the main gate, she felt as though she and Althros were one. She followed the dirt road up the hill behind the castle and through a thick stand of trees leading to the area where they’d eaten their meal. She continued toward the fallen tree, being careful to stay close to the base of the mountain to take advantage of the tall pine trees. Their sturdy branches would give her the cover she would need when the time came to take her shot.
   The thought of it sent a shiver through her. Althros tensed as well, slowing his gallop and throwing his head to the side. Could he really sense what she felt?
   When the fallen log came into view, she pulled Althros to a stop, threw her leg over his head and slid to the ground. She led him deep into the trees and behind an outcropping of large boulders, tying his reins to the trunk of a small tree. She stroked his head one more time and turned, but then she reconsidered his restraint. If Shandira killed her, who knows how long he’d be tied up before someone found him. She quickly released him, letting the reins drop to the ground. She remembered what Octavion said about having pets and she thought it fit in this situation. If she was truly connected with him and he wanted to stay, he would.
   She took a deep breath and continued on foot, carefully stepping so she made the least amount of noise possible. If Shandira was already here, Kira wanted to get as close as she could before alerting her. As she walked, she readied her bow-notching a poisonous arrow and pulling the string taut. She searched the meadow, but found no sign of Shandira.
   Kira located the perfect spot to hide-a large tree had fallen onto a rock, splitting it in two and giving her perfect cover. She crouched in the shadows to wait.
   She slipped her hand into her healing pack and took out the heart pendent. This time she held it firmly in her hand. She let the faces of those she loved flash through her mind. Their spirits seemed to be with her as she dug deep to find the courage she needed to carry this out. She would need their strength to survive.
   Kira closed her eyes and rubbed her thumb across the stone.
   Shandira. I’m all yours.
   Aw. You are early. Are you alone, as I requested?
   Yeah, let’s finish this.
   Kira slipped the pendent back in her bag, drew back her bow and waited. When Kira felt Shandira’s dark spirit warn of her presence, she felt a pull on her lungs and she struggled to breathe. She quickly stood and spun around to find Shandira standing behind her, two curved-blade weapons gripped tightly in her fists.
   The distance between them was barely enough to pull her weapon to her shoulder and release the arrow. When she did, Shandira raised her hand, deflecting the arrowhead with her blade. It missed piercing her heart, but as it sailed past her shoulder, it cut the fabric of her shirt and grazed her flesh.
   Shandira grinned. “Perhaps you need lessons in fighting a Royal.”
   Kira dropped her bow and slid her dagger out of its sheath, putting it up between them. “Last I heard you’d been stripped of your crown.”
   Shandira laughed. “It got in my way. I much prefer being a rebel.”
   “It suits you.” Kira wasn’t about to let her intimidate her. Shandira’s constant need to team up with ruthless monsters so she wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty told Kira one thing-she was a coward. “Well, don’t just stand there, bring it on. . princess.”
   Shandira’s smile faded to a scowl as she leapt forward, swinging her blades. If she hadn’t caught Kira’s arm as she jumped out of Shandira’s way, Kira might have laughed. Instead she struck back, cutting Shandira’s hand and making her drop one of her blades. She stopped long enough to fire an insult; then her eyes shifted to the wound on Kira’s arm which healed as she watched. Kira assumed the increased adrenaline flowing through her body-and perhaps the power of Octavion’s world, itself-allowed the Crystor to do things it never had before. She found herself aware of every leaf that moved, the flutter of bird wings in the trees nearby-and each labored breath Shandira took. The poison was starting to work.
   Shandira’s brow furrowed as she stumbled back against a tree and put her bleeding hand to her heart. She blinked hard and shook her head. Then she looked at the small wound on her arm where the arrow had cut into her skin. “What did you do to me?”
   “Doesn’t feel all that great to be poisoned, does it?”
   Rage filled Shandira’s eyes as she began her transformation. Her brown eyes turned yellow as she hunched over, taking the stance of an animal ready to attack. She let out a ferocious roar, exposing her feline teeth, then leapt into the air, taking Kira to the ground. Kira’s back struck the edge of the fallen tree, knocking the breath from her lungs and causing her arrows to scatter. She shoved Shandira away, threw off her quiver and stood.
   Shandira was still on the ground, struggling to stand, when Kira kicked her in the side with her boot. Shandira rolled over to her back. An eerie sensation swirled around Kira and for the first time, she felt a Royal preparing to leap. Kira threw herself to the ground and grabbed hold of Shandira’s pant leg a split second before she leapt.
   Kira didn’t know if it was the poison or the unexpected passenger that drained the so-called princess, but when they landed near the stream, Shandira collapsed to the ground. Kira pulled herself to her knees, threw her leg over Shandira’s body and straddled her hips.
   “Get off me,” Shandira screamed. She took a swing at Kira’s face with her curved blade, driving it into the side of the tree. Shandira tried to pull it out, but she didn’t have the strength. She slid her hand out from around the hilt just as Kira drove her own knife into Shandira’s chest. Air rushed out of her lungs and her body went limp.
   Kira felt the beat of Shandira’s heart through the handle of the knife as her pulse became sluggish and her breathing slowed. It was finally over. Nobody would ever be afraid of Shandira again.
   Shandira opened her eyes, now back to a chocolate brown, and for the first time, Kira saw something innocent in Shandira’s gaze-sorrow and desperation gave her the look of a scared little girl. Kira sat back and let go of the knife. She didn’t want to feel sympathy for her enemy and she certainly didn’t expect Shandira to show any sign of remorse for the things she’d done. But that’s exactly what happened.
   With what little strength Shandira had left, she reached for Kira’s arm. “You were a worthy opponent. I misjudged you.” She swallowed hard and tried to take in a breath, but it caught in her throat and she coughed up a stream of blood. “Tell my father. . I love him. . and I am sorry.”
   Kira didn’t answer at first. The change in Shandira’s demeanor had caught her off guard. She wanted to hate her and be glad she’d finally been defeated, but Shandira’s words touched her heart and the sincerity Kira saw in her eyes melted some of the hatred away. “I will,” she finally whispered.
   Shandira closed her eyes and tears flowed down her face. When she opened them again, they held more urgency.
   Her weak voice was harder to understand. “They will come for you. Tyrious will not. . stop. He will. . attack. . Xantara.” She seemed confused and disoriented. She took one last short breath and said the words that would change Kira’s life forever.
   “If. . you live, they. . die.” She closed her eyes and breathed no more.
   The meadow fell eerily silent. Kira could hear the cadence of her own heart as the blood rushed through her veins. She’d killed Shandira. That single act of retribution should have given her some comfort, but it didn’t. Shandira’s final words had changed Kira’s perception, and she couldn’t hate her anymore. Regardless of what she’d done, she was the daughter of the King of Xantara and deserved some respect.
   Kira gripped the hilt of her knife and slowly pulled it from Shandira’s body. She went to the water, but as she washed the blood from her knife and hands, her body began to tremble. Visions of all the injuries she’d healed flashed through her mind as she healed their wounds: Luka with an arrow sticking out of his shoulder; Octavion covered in blood with a deep cut in his leg; Cade with a knife sticking out of his back, struggling to save her life; and Altaria, risking her life to save hers. Their blood was on Kira’s hands. Their very lives were now in her trembling blood-soaked hands.
   A deafening scream rang out through the meadow. It took several seconds for Kira to realize it came from her. She slid her knife back in its sheath and tried to calm the spasms as adrenaline flowed through her exhausted body. The vivid images kept bouncing around in her head, sending her hopelessly into madness. She had to gain some control. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she let it out, the images slowed. Another breath-then another. Finally, she could push the memories away.
   Kira turned to look over her shoulder at Shandira’s lifeless body covered with blood, her hair and clothes askew. Someone would come for her and take her back to her father. For him, the least she could do is make her presentable-but it would never erase what Kira had done.
   Since her shirt was already cut by Shandira’s blade, Kira tore off the sleeve and soaked it in the stream. When she returned to Shandira’s side, an overwhelming sensation of calm surrounded her. Her hands grew steady and her pulse slowed.
   Kira gathered Shandira’s long black hair to one side of her head, taking extra care to brush the leaves and grass away. She washed the blood from her mouth and a small streak along the side of her neck. Kira retrieved the heart pendent from her pack and placed it in the palm of Shandira’s hand, closing her fingers around it. She laid her hand over her chest wound-across her heart.
   The long shadows Shandira so poetically spoke of in her note, stretched across the meadow. It wouldn’t be long before it was too dark for Kira to find her way back to the castle. As she stood, she heard something moving in the trees. Althros. His brilliant white coat stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the forest. He watched her, waiting to take her home.
   Kira carefully returned her unused arrows to her quiver and slung it along with her bow over her shoulder. She sat on the fallen log, Shandira’s last words echoing through her mind.
   If you live, they die.
   In her heart she knew Shandira’s words were true, but she couldn’t help thinking she was wrong. She had to be. After all, Shandira didn’t know about the meeting with King Tyrious. If Octavion was able to convince him that Kira’s death would not heal his heart, then everyone would be safe. She needed to have faith it would all work out.
   Althros grazed a few feet away, struggling to chew with the metal bit grinding between his teeth. When she stood, his head shot up, flipping the reins in the air.
   “You ready to go home, boy?”
   He responded by coming closer and nudging her with his head. She had to smile. Octavion had just lost himself a good horse.
   She gathered the reins, used the fallen log so she could better reach his back and hefted herself up onto his back. He stood completely still, letting her adjust to the saddle and find the stirrups.
   “Thanks, buddy,” she said, stroking his mane. Then nudged his side with her heels.
   At first, the setting sun spilled over the forest through tiny spaces between the leaves and branches, giving her enough light to find her way through the trees that separated the meadow from the road that led to the castle. Soon the shadow of the mountain blocked the sun and Kira found herself making her way through a long dark tunnel filled with strange animal sounds and eerie noises. The hair pricked the back of her neck as she rode deeper and deeper into the trees.
   A twig snapped ahead and a flock of tiny birds scattered into the air. Althros threw his head to the side in protest, but kept going. She pulled her bow from around her shoulder and loaded it with an arrow. She held it firmly in one hand as she held the reins in the other.
   Kira’s senses came alive with the sounds and smells of the forest. When something moved in the shadows, she took in a deep breath. She could smell them now, but she had no time to react. Two Royals leapt into the air, landing a few feet in front of her. She drew back her bow and took aim, her increased heart rate making her eyes burn cold. She’d forgotten about how the Crystor and Octavion’s blood had given her the ability to see in the dark, so was surprised when her night vision sprang to life. It was as if millions of tiny fireflies lit her way.
   Althros came to a halt and clawed at the dirt with his hooves. Nostrils flaring, he lurched forward, warning the attackers to get out of his way. Kira tightened her legs around his belly to keep from falling off.
   “Well, well. What do we have here?” She recognized them as the same men who’d attacked her before-Draego and his brother. Draego sported a long thin scar on his cheek where she’d scratched him. Their presence brought her future into focus. Octavion had failed.
   “It appears we get a late snack,” the brother said. “The king will be pleased with our flawless hunting skills.”
   Kira leaned into her bow, making sure she had a good strong aim at the brother’s heart. “I don’t suppose you boys would consider postponing our little play date?”
   In the time it took them to take in one quick breath, they transformed into ferocious beasts. “Not even in your wildest dreams,” Draego said.

   Octavion and Luka spent most of the day waiting to see King Tyrious, only to find he’d had a change of heart. He sent word through an advisor that only the death of the red haired foreigner would satisfy his craving for revenge. It didn’t matter that his son joined forces with Shandira and entered Kira’s world with evil intentions, or that his only heir tried to kill Cade, a Morganstar Royal. His singular focus was avenging his son. He had five armed guards and three Royals escort Octavion and Luka to the main gate with instructions to never set foot in Kazedon again.
   Luka suggested they hunt before returning to Xantara in hopes of satisfying some of Octavion’s rage, but Octavion refused. He knew Kira would worry about the outcome of the meeting-and knowing the Kazedon Royals still sought her death made the urgency of their return critical. She would not be out of his sight again, even if that meant spending every night camped out on her balcony.
   As the Royal guards threw the bolts to the castle gate, a familiar voice enter Octavion’s thoughts. The urgency of her tone seized his heart.
   Octavion! Come quickly, Altaria shouted in his mind.
   “We must go. Something is wrong with Altaria,” he told Luka. They both appeared in the king’s chambers, only to find it empty.
   Altaria, where are you?
   On the main floor, in the sitting room. Be quick, something has happened.
   Before she’d finished her thought, he appeared at her side. Luka entered seconds later to find Octavion kneeling in front of his sister.
   “What happened? Are you all right?” Octavion asked.
   Altaria’s fingers pressed against her forehead. “They cannot find her, Octavion. I heard her thoughts in my head and now they cannot find her. She will not answer me.”
   Mara sat next to her, one arm around Arela, Ethan cradled in the other. The only women in the castle Altaria could share thoughts with sat next to her.
   “Altaria, who are you talking about? Who is missing?” Octavion asked impatiently.
   “Kira, you idiot. Who do you think?” She slammed her fist into the couch cushion. She pressed her fingers back to her forehead in concentration.
   Octavion turned to Mara in disbelief. “What happened?”
   Mara shook her head. “I do not know. The men are searching the castle, but have yet to find any sign of Kira. No one has seen her since this morning.”
   Altaria’s head shot up. “That is not true. Cade saw her before sunset. She said she was going to her room to rest.”
   Octavion took his sister by the arms and made her look at him. “What exactly did Kira say? What were her exact thoughts?”
   She pushed his arms away. “She said. . ‘Altaria, I’m in trouble. They’ve found me.’ That’s it. She sounded terrified.”
   The Kazedonian Royals had made quick work of obeying their king. And the meeting had obviously been a ploy to lure Octavion and Luka away from Kira to make her an easy prey. The very thought of Kira fighting them alone made his world crash down around him. He felt the muscles in his back swell. “Luka, go to the tower and sound the alarm. I want everyone looking for her. See if anyone saw her in the village today.”
   “I’ll be right back,” Luka said, then disappeared. Seconds later the bells on the tower rang out in warning.
   Octavion told his sister to keep trying to reach Kira, then stood and headed for the stairs. When he heard Cade’s voice behind him, he turned and reentered the room. Cade stood in front of his mother, questioning her about the alarm.
   Stood!
   Octavion blinked hard to make sure he hadn’t imagined it. “Cade. Explain your sudden recovery.”
   Cade turned to face him. “I am sorry, Octavion. She made me promise not to tell you.”
   Octavion didn’t bother taking the steps between them, but appeared an instant later in front of his cousin and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Tell me what?” he roared.
   “Octavion!” Mara blurted, but he cut her off with a glare.
   Cade spoke in a rush. “She came to my room and said she found Lydia’s ruby in your lair, that it somehow brought the Crystor to life.”
   “And you let her heal you? You were willing to trade your legs for her life? She could have died.” Octavion tossed him aside. Cade hit one of the side tables and knocked the vase of flowers onto the floor. Mara opened her mouth to protest, but then stopped when she saw the rage in Octavion’s eyes.
   “Where’s Ussay?” Octavion asked. “She will know where Kira is.”
   “Most of the staff had the day off,” Mara said. “Ussay did not come to the castle today.”
   “Cade, get her. Bring her here now.” Cade disappeared as voices rang out from the courtyard. Octavion started for the door, only to be met by Luka, who closed the door behind him-six guards by his side.
   “Search the grounds, leave no stone unturned,” Luka barked.
   “Has anyone seen her?” Octavion asked.
   “Nothing yet, but most of the staff are arriving to help. Several headed out to look near the lake and go north toward Kazedon. They will check with the field workers to see if they have seen her or any strange Royals on one of the roads leading out of the village.”
   Cade appeared with Ussay by his side. Her eyes were wide and Octavion could see the fear in them. “She knows nothing, Octavion. She has not seen her.”
   Octavion looked into her eyes and saw her deceit. His gaze shifted to her right hand where she wore no bandage and no sign of her sacrifice for Ethan. He grabbed it and pulled it into Cade’s view. “Then how do you explain this?”
   Cade knocked Octavion’s hand loose and stepped between them. “You will not touch her.”
   “She knows where Kira is.” Octavion shoved him out of the way and stepped closer to Ussay. Mara sprang to her feet. Luka had to hold her back to keep her out of Octavion’s way.
   “If you know something, you need to tell him,” Cade said to Ussay.
   “All right.” She took a few hesitant steps toward Octavion. “It is your fault,” she blurted.
   “What? How dare you blame me for this? I was not here.” He reached for her, but stopped in front of her face and made a fist instead. He was so close to hitting her, it scared him. He turned away.
   “She saw you,” Ussay whispered.
   Octavion turned back to see her face again. “Explain yourself.”
   She looked back over her shoulder at the others, then turned toward Octavion again. “She came to my cottage this morning. She said she was bored and wanted to tour the marketplace. We had such a grand time. She picked something out for you and we got our hair braided and-”
   “Ussay!” he interrupted. “When did she see me?”
   “With Serena. She saw you with Serena.” She stepped closer and slapped him on the chest.
   He pushed her away and growled. “It is not what you think.”
   “I saw you, too, Octavion. You held hands with her. You kissed her and touched her face. How do you explain that away?”
   “Not that it is any of your business, but I tried to pay for Kira’s shawl. She refused, so I took her hand, placed the coin in it and held it there. I kissed her hand, as do most gentlemen. And as for the face, she had something in her hair so I brushed it away.” He took a step back and put his hands on his hips. “Who are you to question my love for Kira?”
   She wiped the tears from her face and straightened. “You did not have to stand there and hear Kira’s heart break in two.”
   Octavion tried to ignore her words, but they pierced him to the core. Kira’s impression of what she saw was the reason she disappeared. He had to find her.
   “Where is she, Ussay? You know-I can see it in your eyes.”
   She shook her head. “I do not know. She ran back to the castle and I followed her, but then. .” She paused.
   “Tell me,” he roared.
   Before she could answer, Nestor appeared with King Belesgar.
   “Octavion,” Nestor called. “I have found something.” He stepped closer, holding a handful of what appeared to be splintered wood. “I found it in her chambers. It was on the floor near her bed.”
   Octavion examined it carefully. It appeared to be a small box, now shattered into several pieces. There was a small piece of blood stained fabric with two canine teeth from a tiger. “Toran,” he whispered.
   Cade stepped closer and picked up the teeth. He held them to his face and took in a breath. “Octavion, these cannot be Toran’s, the blood is fresh.
   Octavion’s mind wandered back to the meadow where two playful white tiger cubs romped in the tall grass. His heart sank at the thought of their mother being killed. “Was there anything else?”
   Ussay stepped forward. “Yes.”
   Cade looked at her like she’d confessed to murder. “You have seen this before?”
   She nodded without looking at him.
   “Start talking, Ussay.” Cade folded his arms and motioned with his head toward Octavion.
   “There was a heart shaped medallion on a silver chain-tiger’s eye I think.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of crinkled parchment. She held it for Octavion to take. “And this. I did not understand the words, but Kira did.”
   Octavion grabbed it from her and quickly smoothed it open. When he saw the handwriting, fear struck him like a bolt of lightning. “Shandira is here.”
   “Ussay, is there anything else you are not telling me?”
   “She was stronger, Octavion. That bracelet did things to her. I saw it happen with my own eyes. I am sorry. I should have sent for you, but she said Shandira would kill Arela and she was. .”
   Octavion held up his hand, cutting her off. “I will find her.” Then he turned his attention to his father and Nestor. “Take the women and children to my father’s chambers immediately and lock down the castle.”
   “Father,” Cade said. “Will you take Ussay, as well?”
   Nestor agreed, then helped Belesgar gather the girls and disappeared.
   Octavion returned his attention to the paper. He was used to deciphering Shandira’s dark verse, she’d been writing it for years. He read the words again, certain he knew exactly where Kira had gone. “She is in Pride Meadow.”
   Both Cade and Luka clamped their hands on Octavion’s shoulders and an instant later they stood near the stream where he’d watched Kira play with the cubs. Though completely dark, the silver light from the waxing moons showed them all they needed to see.
   With his first breath, Octavion picked up the scent of Kira’s blood beyond the trees. He saw himself perched atop a fallen pine and an instant later he was there. He spotted one of Shandira’s blades lying in the dirt, but nothing else at first. He jumped to the ground and searched-from the amount of blood on the blade, and no other signs of it, he guessed Kira hadn’t been hurt badly.
   “Octavion,” Luka yelled. “We have found her.”
   Luka stood near the log that spanned the stream-Octavion joined him in an instant. Cade knelt in the grass blocking Octavion’s view of her face, but her lifeless legs and blood-soaked torso were in full view. Octavion grabbed Luka’s shoulder for support.
   “Breathe, cousin. It is not Kira,” Luka said.
   Octavion took the scent into his lungs and immediately recognized it. Shandira. “Is she dead?”
   “Yes,” Cade said. He stood and handed Octavion a bloody piece of fabric. “This is the only thing that has Kira’s blood on it. It appears to be the sleeve from a woman’s shirt. It is not Shandira’s so it must be hers.” He pointed to the end nearest where the shoulder would be. There was a small cut and the strong smell of Kira’s blood. Even though it was soaked with Shandira’s blood, it still made Octavion’s throat burn.
   Octavion glanced down at his sister’s body. He’d spent all these years hating her, but the sight of his own flesh and blood lying dead before him took a toll on his emotions. He knelt on one knee to get a better view.
   He looked at the position of her body and the lack of blood on her skin. That, and the sleeve of Kira’s shirt, was evidence enough to know that she’d been treated with respect, even after her death. That Kira would take the time to lovingly tend to her appearance so her family wouldn’t have to see her in such a way, made him love her even more. He took solace in knowing her last moments were spent with Kira.
   As he stood, the wind shifted slightly. A sudden burst of air hit his senses, burning his eyes and throat. The muscles in his back swelled to their full capacity and he turned to Luka and Cade to find them reacting in the same way. Blood-two scents were unfamiliar, but the other belonged unmistakably to Kira.
   In full transformation, the gifts of each Royal were enhanced. With the swiftness and agility to run at speeds far beyond any animal it took only seconds to come on the scene. In the center of the road lay the lifeless body of a Royal, an arrow piercing his chest. Several feet away, the unfamiliar footprints of a man mingled with a fresh puddle of Kira’s blood-streaks and smaller drops led off into the forest. They followed them into the trees until they came to a small clearing. There was blood everywhere, but no bodies.
   “Kira!” Octavion called. His voice echoed through the trees, but no answer came.
   “Luka, circle around the perimeter,” Octavion ordered. “See if you can pick up her tracks leaving the clearing.”
   Cade was already mapping her every move. His natural instinct to track sent him darting from one side of the clearing to the other. Octavion circled around in the opposite direction he’d sent Luka, only to meet up with him-neither having found any sign of her.
   They tried to stay out of Cade’s way; their interference would spoil the trail and muddle his senses. From where he watched, Octavion could see bits and pieces of evidence that gave him little hope. White pieces of shredded fabric similar to her sleeve were scattered about and covered in blood. A dagger lay in the dirt on one side of the clearing near a pine tree, also stained with her blood. Even in the dark he recognized the hair stuck in the bark of a tree to be Kira’s. His mind played out the scene in his head-at some point during the scuffle, her attacker had slammed her head against that tree.
   Octavion called out her name again, but the only response was his own voice reverberating in the distance. Where was she? “Cade,” he said in desperation.
   Cade held his hand up to signal for silence.
   Octavion, have you found her? King Belesgar’s voice startled him.
   No, father. We have sign she is injured. Cade is reading the field now. Is all well there?
   But you have found no body? His thoughts seemed disheartened.
   Father, what is it? Have you news?
   The silence spoke clearly to Octavion’s fears. He turned to question Luka, to see if he’d received similar enquiries from Nestor, but the furrow in his brow answered before Octavion could utter the words. He grabbed Luka’s arm to get his attention, but he averted his eyes.
   “Luka, what have they found?”
   Another moment passed as Octavion watched the expression on Luka’s face turn from shock to horror. When Luka finally turned toward him, Octavion could see it in his eyes. Kira was dead.
   Octavion released his grip and stepped back. “Where is she?”
   “I do not know.” Luka paused for a moment, looking at Cade, who now stood in the middle of the clearing, his attention on them. “A rumor has come from the village. It seems King Tyrious is bragging about avenging his son’s death.” He put his hand on Octavion’s shoulder, but he jerked away.
   “Where is she?” Octavion demanded.
   Luka shook his head. “They did not say. But. . they claim to have proof of death.”
   Octavion could feel himself losing control. Where first he needed to find her, now he craved revenge. Luka grabbed his arm on one side and Cade appeared at the other, holding him against a tree.
   “They are wrong, Octavion. The signs tell a different story.” Cade’s eyes held truth in them, but did little to dilute the fury building in Octavion’s heart. “Let me explain before you wage war on Kazedon. If I am wrong, I will fight by your side.”
   “As will I,” Luka said. “Now breathe, you need to have your wits about you. We must know the facts of this before we give up all hope.”
   “Show me,” Octavion ordered.
   Cade walked them through his version of what happened. After being pulled from Althros, Kira had been dragged from the road, and thrown to the ground, but the Royal had not killed her there.
   “Althros?” Octavion asked. “How can you be sure?”
   “Because I have chased him down after getting out of the stables. One of his shoes has a bent nail, see?” Cade pointed to the print in the dirt. “She must have conned the stablemen into giving her a horse.”
   “Althros is not a horse, he’s a beast.” The thought of Kira even getting close to the animal made his gut twist into a knot. “Continue.”
   “Like I said, he did not kill her here. I have seen Royals do this when they hunt for sport and not to satisfy their cravings. He played with her, like a cat plays with a mouse.” Cade pointed to several spots where Kira had been tossed and dragged. “And then there is this. He pointed to the tree with Kira’s hair caught in the bark. “She was thrown against this tree. The Royal came at her, but then he stumbled back into the dirt. He lay flat on his back, not struggling or moving while she got up and walked to his side.”
   They all walked to where Cade showed the Royal’s markings in the dirt. “And this is where it gets strange,” Cade said. “Kira takes four steps toward the trees and then-” He paused for a moment. “Octavion, I need some light. Can you still charm a stone?”
   Octavion took a deep breath. “I think so. It has been a long time, but I will try.” He traveled with his mind to the edge of the forest where he’d seen a deposit of moonstone a few days before. He searched the ground for two stones and returned to where he’d left his cousins. Clenching the stones tightly in his fists, he summoned the powers of the moon through his gift as a Jayde. His hands trembled as the moon’s light gathered around him and filtered through his fingers and into the stones. He opened his palms and held the stones out for Cade to take.
   “Will that do?” he asked.
   “Perfect,” Cade said. “Nice to see you have not lost your touch.” He held the stones close to the ground, sweeping them from side to side to illuminate the tracks in the dirt.
   Octavion didn’t watch the ground, but Cade’s face. His expression seemed to shift from that of a focused tracker to shock, then fear. When he froze, the stones illuminating a single footprint and gasped, Octavion stepped closer and crouched near him to get a better look. Luka did the same.
   “What do you see?” Octavion asked.
   “Brother,” Cade said. “Tell me I am wrong.”
   Luka leaned close and examined the footprint, the color washing from his face. “Nigel.”
   “What?” Octavion blurted. “Nigel was here?” He pressed his fingertips to his forehead and tried to summon the Darkord with his thoughts, but got no answer. “Are you sure?”
   “Not for sure, but. .” He took another look at the print. “It’s this little imperfection at the heel. See how it looks like a piece is missing from the sole of his boot? Nigel’s print looks similar. I remember seeing it in the clearing the night I guarded the girls.”
   “You mean the night you fell asleep and let him touch Kira.” Octavion stood and began pacing, marring the scene. He’d been right about Nigel. Kira hadn’t accidently bumped into him, he’d been stalking her, waiting for the right moment to strike.
   “Octavion! You are walking all over the signs,” Cade yelled.
   Octavion stopped. “Does he have her?”
   Cade stood and glanced around the clearing as if going through the battle scene in his head again. “I do not know. There is only one print. And Kira’s prints stop and go nowhere.”
   “What do you mean?” Octavion asked. “Did Nigel or the Royal take her at that point?”
   “Not the Royal. He rolled in the other direction, stood and walked five steps before his foot prints stop. I assume he vanished at that point. His prints show no additional weight, so he left alone. There was no further confrontation. She did not die here.”
   “Could Nigel have taken her?” Octavion asked.
   Luka grabbed one of the moonstones from Cade and searched the scene himself. “I do not think so. He has not been a Darkord long, but could barely transport himself. He did not have the strength to take his brother to where we stepped through the portal-I had to help him. By now he could have lost his gift altogether.”
   “But Kira is much smaller,” Octavion said. “Could he have taken her?”
   Luka paused for a moment, as if considering Octavion’s question. “Not likely, but-I still cannot fathom Nigel being involved in this.”
   “He was in the village two days ago, following Kira,” Octavion said. “That is reason enough for me.”
   “Perhaps we should start with Kazedon,” Cade said. “They claim to have proof of death. We should see exactly what they have, then go from there. Maybe the Royal who escaped can give us some answers. You will know if he lies.”
   “I agree,” Luka said. “I want to see their proof with my own eyes.”
   Octavion thought about that for a moment. If Nigel had her, then she could still be alive-at least for the moment. He needed to believe that if he’d saved her life once, he’d not harm her now.
   But if Kira was indeed dead, there was nothing they could do to help her. And if she were held captive by Kazedon, Octavion would have to plan their attack carefully so she would not be harmed. Luka was right. He had to see this proof of death first. Then he would know what must be done.
   “Luka, I want you to go to my lair. Gather our weapons and ask my father to meet me in the grand hall. Cade, there are two tiger cubs wandering near where we found Shandira. They are without a mother. Find them and bring them back to the castle. Altaria will know what to do with them.”
   “You are not going there alone, Octavion,” Cade said. “We are not leaving until we have your word.”
   “You have it. There is another task that lies before me. I must take my sister home to her father.”

   Under advisement from both Belesgar and Nestor, Octavion decided to ask permission to enter at the main gate. He requested another meeting with the king under the pretense of viewing his proof. It was understood that they came in peace and that what they sought was merely a formality-a necessity to prevent any further bloodshed. Surprising to them, he agreed. Octavion believed King Tyrious simply wanted to gloat.
   When they entered the castle they were met by the same Royal guards who had escorted Luka and Octavion on their last visit-and about a dozen more. King Tyrious had sired only one heir, but he had many brothers who had many sons. They were not lacking in their Royal strength, as was Xantara.
   Octavion had never before seen such a flamboyant display of conceit as he strode down the long grand hall. Gold statues lined the room on both sides-most of them resembling the king-and everything in the room was either covered in gold, gems or both. When his reflection caught the light from several large torches positioned around the perimeter, it almost blinded him.
   At the far end of the room sat King Tyrious, perched on a grand gold and gem-encrusted throne raised from the floor by several steps. Upon his head sat an equally opulent crown, slightly askew atop his bald head.
   “What is it you seek?” he asked as they approached.
   The guards stepped in front of Cade and Luka, preventing them from going any further, though Octavion was allowed to continue. As he reached the bottom of the first step, King Tyrious held up his hand, signaling that Octavion had come close enough.
   Reluctant to show respect, Octavion cringed as he knelt on one knee and bowed his head. “We come in peace, King Tyrious.” Octavion raised his head to find the king’s eyes watching him intently. Octavion could see fear in them and it surprised him. “We hear you hold proof of your son’s avengement and we desire to see it with our own eyes.”
   Tyrious’ focus shifted behind Octavion and then to his side. He motioned with his hand, sending a young boy scurrying behind a large curtain at the side of the room.
   “I trust this proof will end your enquiries on this subject,” Tyrious said.
   “It will,” Octavion lied.
   Tyrious gestured again, this time giving Octavion permission to stand. “Then I shall allow you to see it.”
   Octavion’s imagination had run wild with what the proof might be-of everything from her severed head to her lifeless heart presented on a platter. The images in his head caused bile to rise in his throat. He swallowed hard to avoid showing the kingdom of Kazedon any weakness.
   When the curtain parted, and the young boy came out holding something wrapped in a bloody piece of fabric, the muscles in Octavion’s back twitched and he stopped breathing. He could hear Luka and Cade trying to convince the guards that it was just as important for them to view the evidence, finally persuading them to allow them through. As they took their place by his side, their thoughts tried to comfort him, but he gave no response. He focused on one thing-the proof held by a young boy that could cut him in two.
   The boy approached with shaking hands and wide eyes. “Shall I open it for you?” he asked.
   Still not breathing, Octavion turned his head away from the bundle and took in a short breath, barely enough to satisfy his lungs. It still burned-the blood belonged to Kira. “No,” Octavion whispered. He stretched out his arms and let the boy lower the object into his hands. It was light, too light for what Octavion’s mind had imagined. He took another breath.
   Octavion, would you like me to do it? Cade asked.
   Octavion shook his head. He slowly unwound the fabric. When the last piece lay back and their so-called evidence came into view, Octavion didn’t know how to react. Their proof-their solid evidence that Kira was indeed dead-was a blood soaked braid of red hair. It was Kira’s hair and Kira’s blood, but it was no proof of death. The only thing this proved, was that she had been injured and some sadistic fool of a Royal had received a reward for something he hadn’t done.
   “Is this your only proof?” Octavion asked.
   “It is.” King Tyrious said. “I am told her body was fed to the lions.” His words held no remorse and neither did the smirk on his face.
   Octavion tried to push the image from his mind. “The woman who this belonged to was to be my wife; she would have been queen of Xantara. May I enquire of the man who brought you this proof? I would like to retrieve what is left of her body so we may have an honorable burial.”
   Cade and Luka both tensed. Careful, Luka thought. We do not want to anger them, not here.
   Octavion ignored him.
   “I am told there is nothing left. What purpose would it serve to view the feeding grounds of a wild beast?”
   Octavion took more air into his lungs, fighting to control his rage. “I will not view it myself, your majesty, but send my cousins there to search for her remains. If there is but a single bone that can be retrieved, I want it properly laid to rest. I would also request that I take this with me as well.” He gently folded the fabric back around her braid and handed it to Cade. “If it is all we have, it will be enough.”
   Tyrious considered him for a few moments, then agreed to Octavion’s request. In a moment, a man appeared before the king. Octavion recognized him by the scar on his face.
   Luka grabbed Octavion’s shoulder to keep him from advancing. Not yet, he instructed. We will deal with him later. Right now we need to find Kira.
   Octavion nodded. He knew Luka was right, but it was all he could do not to rip the monster to pieces with his bare hands.
   “Draego, these Xantarian’s would like the location of their. . wench.”
   The king’s words caused Octavion’s muscles to swell. He leaned forward, exposed his feline teeth and growled.
   “Down, boy,” Draego said. Then he bared his feline teeth and hissed.
   The rage Octavion had been suppressing surged through his body and there was no holding back. He flew at Draego, taking him to the ground. As Octavion opened his mouth and lowered his razor sharp teeth to his neck, the room exploded with Royals. Octavion felt Draego’s pulse on his lips as his teeth punctured his skin. Cade and Luka ripped Octavion from the room with so much force it was impossible for him to resist. They came down hard, right in front of the hunting cottage.
   “How dare you!” Octavion roared, the taste of Draego’s blood fresh on his lips.
   They were all fully transformed-hunched over and ready to fight.
   Luka snarled. “You gave us no choice. Do you want them to wage war on your people? Do you want them seeking revenge on your family?”
   “He said he killed Kira! He deserves to die.” He advanced toward Luka, but Cade stepped between them.
   “You do not know that, Octavion. We have seen nothing to prove her death. Nothing.” He held her blood soaked braid in his hand.
   Her scent attacked Octavion senses again, but this time it brought him to his knees. He looked to the heavens for some kind of answer as he cried out in pain.
   Luka attempted to console him, but Octavion pushed him away. As he looked at his hunting cottage, the memories of his time there with Kira flashed through his mind and tore at his heart.
   “Leave me,” Octavion instructed.
   “We will not!” Luka protested.
   “Then stand down and let me have my release.”
   Luka and Cade took a few steps back. “You have it,” Cade said.
   Octavion stood, blew past them and exploded the cottage door right off the hinges. Everything was a blur as he held nothing back. He shredded every piece of fabric, then broke the furniture into splintering pieces. Books hit the walls so hard their covers ripped from their pages, leaving a storm of paper flying around him as he continued taking his revenge out on what was left of his past. Even the box holding his most precious memories of his mother lay smashed at the feet, having been thrown at the fireplace with so much force, the mantle broke in two.
   His energy spent and his beast exhausted for the moment, he collapsed onto the animal pelt where he’d refused the only woman he ever truly loved. Her memory invaded him. He felt her touch his face and caress the scars that plagued his body. He tasted her lips and smelled the sweet aroma of her auburn hair. As tears flowed down his face, he caught sight of his mother’s comb lying on the floor in front of him. He slid it out from under the broken pieces of Serena’s crystal necklace. The comb still held Kira’s scent. He ran his fingers over the tiny strands of auburn hair that remained twisted around the teeth. The words she’d said that night finally had meaning.
   There was nothing left of her to save.