by Frost Kay
A grimace pulled her lips down as she glared at her shaking hand.
“Put your dagger down, wild one.” He stifled his smile when she turned her glare on him. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all.
“I’m sure,” she muttered.
“Who were you speaking to?” he asked, changing the subject.
“No one,” she responded automatically. How much had he heard of her conversation with Tehl?
“It didn’t sound like no one.”
“It was a dream.” That was partially true. She hadn’t been dreaming, but Tehl certainly was not real.
The warlord cocked a brow. “You’re lying.”
She kept her face impassive. “No, I’m not. My husband can tell you I talk in my sleep.”
He shifted his hulking figure in the small chair and steepled his fingers. “Sometimes, when someone suffers a traumatic event in their lives, they experience certain things that are not healthy. These can be nightmares, flashbacks, being on edge, paranoia, and hallucinations. These things happen when your mind can’t handle what you experienced. Sometimes, your mind will block those memories to protect itself. I’ve seen it with my men.” A pause. “Blair reported to me what your journey was like.”
She pulled her gaze away from his knowing eyes and stared instead at the wall over his shoulder. She’d do anything to lock away her memories of Rhys.
“I’ve also seen your scars. All of them.”
Her spine straightened. “Excuse me? What do you mean, ‘all of them’?”
He ignored her question. “I have someone I want you to speak with.”
She rubbed at her head. It was like he was speaking another language. “What do you want from me? Speak plainly.”
“I want a healer to assess you.”
“Why? What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Nothing. He is going to speak with you. That’s all.”
“That’s it? He won’t touch me?”
The warlord stood. “He won’t touch you. In fact, he’s waiting right outside. May I send him in?”
She blinked. The warlord had asked. He hadn’t demanded or done what he wanted. He’d asked.
“I guess that’s okay.”
He smiled at her and nodded to the cup next to the bed. “Drink your broth.”
She reached out and took a sip from the mug.
Satisfied, he strode to the door and whispered something to someone out of sight before an extremely tall man entered. It was almost an impossible task for Sage to keep her mouth from hanging open. His white hair shone like a beacon in the dim light. She sucked in a sharp breath as his magenta eyes met hers.
A Sirenidae.
“This is Ezra,” the warlord said. “He will visit you every day from now on.” He cast a glance at her and walked backward toward the door. “I’ll visit you later in the day, and Maeve will be by to help you bathe.”
Sage nodded, noting the warlord’s departure, but refusing to take her eyes from the man now staring at her. He moved to a divan at the end of the bed and sat down, just observing. Her gaze darted to the door and back to the him. She wet her lips, not sure what she should say.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
His eyes tilted up at the corners when he smiled, making him even more handsome, if that were possible. She patted at her hair, self-conscious of her state of dress.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Sage. But that’s not what you were going to say, was it?” He arched a brow.
“You have unique eyes,” she said slowly, gauging his reaction.
His head tipped to the side as he studied her. “You know what I am. Intriguing. So, you’ve been in the company of a Sirenidae before. Well, a story for another day, I’m sure.”
She blinked. She didn’t expect him to be so candid about it. “How did you come to be here?”
He waved a hand at her. “My story is short and boring, but I would very much like to learn about you.”
Immediately, she was on guard. What information was he after? “My name is Sage Blackwell, and I’m the daughter of a swordsmith.”
“A humble beginning.”
“A perfect beginning,” she corrected.
“Indeed. There’s nothing better than being raised in the country with a family who loves you.”
The affection in his tone bespoke of a similar life.
“You speak from experience.”
Ezra smiled softly. “You’re now a princess. Why did you leave your happy home?”
“Because it was the right thing to do.” Her generic answer.
“That’s a large burden for you to bear.”
“It had to be done.”
“But surely someone would have stepped up to protect the kingdom?”
She shrugged. “Maybe, but how could I take that chance with so many lives on the line?”
“You protected them.”
Glancing down in her mug, she swirled the dark broth. “It’s my duty to, if I’m able.”
“Who protects you?”
“What?” She frowned at the Sirenidae.
“You heard me. Who protects you? Who has shielded you, when you could not shield yourself?”
Her eyes dipped toward Tehl, now sitting in the chair next to her, his face serious.
“My family.”
Ezra nodded. “True, but that’s not who you see.” He jerked his chin toward the chair. “Who are you seeing?”
She startled, and her lips thinned. “No one.”
He held her gaze, his face stern. “Do you know what happens when we push our minds too far?”
She stayed silent. He would tell her whether she wanted to hear it or not.
“They break, and there’s no coming back.” He paused, his face a mask of seriousness. “If you indulge your hallucinations, your mind will fracture. Can you honestly tell me you could rule a kingdom and protect your people with a fractured mind?”
Marq flashed through her mind. “No,” she replied honestly.
“Then you need to let your hallucinations go. Don’t encourage them, and don’t speak to them.” He stood from the couch and bowed to her. “I wish you a speedy recovery.” His long legs quickly ate up the distance to the door and he disappeared, the door clicking shut quietly behind him. He was gone as quick as he came.
“He’s right, you know,” she murmured, not looking in Tehl’s direction. It was unhealthy to indulge her hallucinations.
“I know, but you can’t wish me away just like that,” Tehl said, his tone solemn. “I’m part of you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I have to,” she whispered to the empty room.
Fifteen
Sage
Tehl didn’t disappear. He was stubborn, that one. He still spoke to her, but now she ignored him.
The Sirenidae had made a good point that first day they’d met. She wanted a healthy mind, and a future. If she kept going the direction she was, she’d end up like Marq, broken and half crazy, hurting the people around her.
Each day came easier, and slowly she settled into a routine. Ezra would visit her in the morning for a brief time. Sometimes they would talk, other times they would sit in comfortable silence. Each day, she grew a little stronger. The warlord always made sure to help her walk, and let a little more light in each day, so her eyes would continue to adjust. It was frustrating to be cooped up in the room, though. She wanted to explore, to get to know the people here.
Maeve’s visits, though, slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. When she asked about the woman, the warlord joked, “Am I not enough?” and that was that.
Days went by, each of them like a dream. She didn’t really have a perception of time or even reality anymore. So, one day she shared this with Ezra.
“Do you ever feel like your life is one big dream?”
He set his cup down and watched her in his gentle way. “How so?”
“Like you’re not sure what’s real. Like the world is moving around you
, but you can’t see it. You just have a vague feeling that things are changing.”
“You feel disconnected.”
“Exactly. I’m stuck here in this bed with no way of knowing what is going on. I can barely walk. I’m so frustrated I could pull my hair out. I long to see the sun.” She sighed. “I miss my home. Do you understand that? Everything I do seems empty. The only joys I have are when you and Zane visit.”
Ezra jerked. “Zane?”
She blushed. “He gave me leave to use his name.”
“I see. He’s a good friend to you.”
Was he her friend? Sage smiled. “He is.”
“The warlord has sacrificed much for you. I hope you realize what an honor it is to be held in such esteem.”
“You mean because I’m not Scythian?”
“Yes. There’s a reason only myself and the warlord visit you. There have been many attempts on your life. We’ve managed to thwart all of them, but it’s been a bloodbath since you arrived.” He smiled and shrugged a shoulder at her horror. “The things we do for peace, right? And the ones we care about,” he tacked on.
“It’s worth it.”
“Indeed. Now…” He slapped his hands against his thighs. “Would you like to take a turn about your room?”
Her body was riddled with fatigue, but she wouldn’t turn away a chance to move. She hated being stuck in the bed. “Yes, please.”
She’d lost some of her self-consciousness over the last few weeks. It wasn’t ideal to rely on someone else, but Ezra and Zane had been extremely gracious about assisting her.
She peeked up at the Sirenidae as he helped her from the bed. “We’ve been speaking for some time now, and I still don’t know much about you. How did you come to be here?” she asked.
He stiffened for a moment before continuing their shuffle around the room. “My family was taken from me, and the warlord offered me a chance to help others, so I took it.”
“I’m so sorry about your family.” Losing her own family, even if temporarily, was extremely painful.
His gaze intensified as he looked down at her.
Was there something on her face? She lifted a brow in question.
He smiled at her and tightened his grip on her waist. “Sage, you’re a special girl. I’m sorry for the tragedy in your life.”
She nodded, accepting his sympathy, and they both fell into silence, finishing their walk. Ezra helped her into bed and left her with a small bow, his shoulders stiff. When he closed the door, she wanted to slap herself, and, to her horror, cry. Obviously, bringing up his family had been a mistake, and she hoped desperately that it wouldn’t ruin their new friendship. She was short on friends these days.
The warm water lapped at her skin, relaxing her. Sage had come to love the hexagonal bathing pool. It was a luxury to be able to swim and bathe at the same time. A smile turned her lips up. Maybe she could convince Tehl to install one.
“Sage, wake up.”
Speak of the devil. She kept her eyes closed and ignored him while attempting to float in the pool.
“Woman, listen to me. You’re not alone.”
She smoothed her arms along the water. He’s not real, Sage. Ignore him.
“You’re going to die.”
Her eyes snapped open, her gaze seeking Tehl. Sage sputtered, flailing in the water, and wrapped her arms around her breasts.
Ezra knelt beside the pool, his face looking infinitely sad as he leaned toward her.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” she screeched, blinking water out of her eyes. “Get out!”
He dipped his finger into the water and drew a pattern. “You’re too good for our world, Sage. You shouldn’t be here.”
She took a tiny step away from him. Something in his voice was off. It sounded as if someone had died. “Thank you. If you give me a moment, I’ll get dressed and come out to you.”
His lips tipped up, but he didn’t look up from his water drawings. “Do you remember when we spoke of peace?”
Chills erupted along her arms. Something wasn’t right. Why was he bringing that up now? She glided back another step, eying the stairs that led out of the pool. She darted a look to the open door. No guards. Could she make it out of the pool to the outer door? Unlikely.
“Yes,” she said, slowly twisting toward the Sirenidae. She jerked when her gaze clashed with his.
“I want to give you peace,” he whispered, and something akin to determination altered his expression. “I’m going to help you end your suffering.”
She balked and opened her mouth to scream, but he lunged. Water closed around her face as he shoved her under. What the bloody hell? Her feet touched the bottom, and she propelled herself to the surface.
Gasping for air, she pushed toward the stairs, panic building in her breast. All she needed to do was make it to the stairs. Her foot landed on one stair, then two, and then three. Hope blossomed. Maybe she would make it.
A shriek flew out of her as a hand grabbed her ankle. Her palms slammed against the stone, and her chin cracked against the step’s edge, clicking her teeth together. Dark spots dotted her vision, and the room swirled. She dug her fingers into the stone as she was pulled back, and kicked at his hand.
“Let. GO!”
He jerked harder, and her nails broke, her hands slipping. She sucked in another breath and screamed, the sound piercing the air, and echoing around the empty room.
She scrambled forward when the hand released her ankle, but she didn’t make it far. Ezra’s arm wrapped around her torso, and his hand slapped across her mouth, cutting off her screams. He towed her back into the pool kicking and screaming.
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded from behind his hand.
“I’m sorry…” His voice broke. “I have to save you from him. I won’t let you be used. You deserve peace after everything you’ve suffered. I’m going to grant you at least that.”
Her eyes widened. He was really going to do it. Ezra was going to drown her.
She pulled in a deep breath through her nose when he kissed the top of her head and pulled her under. All sound disappeared except for Ezra’s soft humming. She struggled against him, bit at his hand, raked her broken nails down his arms. But he didn’t budge. Panic filled her as her lungs burned, begging for air. She flung her head back and crashed it into his face in a blind panic. She needed air. Now. But even that didn’t help. It earned her a hand around her throat.
Unable to hold her breath any longer, she sucked in a breath and choked. Her body spasmed at the invasion in her lungs. It burned. Stories said drowning was peaceful, but those were lies. Her body seized, trying to get rid of the fluid. She tried to claw her way to air, the surface of the pool just above her, taunting her. She gazed at her hair floating around the pool, and closed her eyes. This was how she would die.
Suddenly, something slammed into her, breaking the vise around her torso and throat. She was free. She tried to swim, to move, to do anything, but her body wouldn’t obey. How unfair. Freedom was just an arm’s reach away, and yet she would still drown.
Something smashed into her chest and pain radiated into her ribs. Why did she have to feel pain? Why couldn’t she go in peace? It hammered into her chest, and she choked out water, coughing. She tried to breathe, but all she did was spew water. Sage gasped, gagged, and coughed. God, it was painful. She cracked open her eyes to find Scythian warriors dragging Ezra away. Her ears were ringing, so she couldn’t hear what he was screaming, but she caught the last words on his lips before she puked up more water: “Don’t drink it!”
She shook her head and panted, staring in shock at Ezra.
His wild magenta gaze latched onto hers. “He’ll be the end of you. You’re just a pawn. Don’t trust—”
Zane lunged from behind her, and, in a move too quick to follow, slammed his fist into Ezra’s face, rendering him unconscious. Her muscles locked up at his speed. She stared, wide-eyed, at the warlord’s wet, heaving back. Inhuman.
She
squeezed her eyes shut as another bout of coughing racked her body. A hand soothed down her back as she expelled the rest of the water and collapsed on the floor. Her body trembled, her cheek pressed to the tile. Ezra had tried to kill her. She’d almost died. She shuddered at the thought, and vaguely noticed someone draping a towel around her. She forced her eyes to open. Zane leaned over her, rage and worry battling for dominance of his features. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb running along her cheekbone.
“Wild one, are you okay?”
Her gaze wavered as tears filled her eyes. “No. No, I’m not. He tried to kill me. Why?” she cried. “Why, Zane? Ezra was my friend. I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know,” he murmured, brushing the tears from her face. “I don’t know.”
She hiccupped and cried harder, snot mingling with her tears. “I-I-I just don’t understand.”
“People do things beyond reason all the time.”
Zane slipped his arms around her wet body and carried her to the bed. He tucked her in, then snuggled behind her, one arm draping over her waist. That small act of comfort broke her. She sobbed and clutched his hand while the shock and betrayal ran torrents of tears down her face. “He was my friend…”
“I know, love. I know.”
She cried until there was nothing left, exhaustion immediately claiming her.
Sage blinked her eyes open, and for one blessed moment, she felt peace, until memories of the prior day slammed into her. She sat up and swung her legs to the side of the bed, and placed her head in her hands. Maybe if she squeezed her head hard enough, she could erase the memories. She pulled in a shuddering breath and lifted her head, staring sightlessly at the wall across from her. What had possessed Ezra to attack her? She thought they were friends. Had she been blind to his true feelings the entire time? She shook her head and blew out the breath she was holding. Sometimes, people were impossible to understand.
Her stomach pinched, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten or used the bathroom. Sage pushed her tangled hair from her face and stood on wobbly legs. She frowned. When would her strength return? She hated being weak. She rolled her shoulders back and carefully made her way to the vanity, plucking the long linen shirt from the top and continuing into the bathing room.
