by Jaymin Eve
He doesn’t ask any more questions, but instead shoves the door open for me, keeping it wide while I run through. Instead of remaining behind, he sticks to my heels. “I’m coming with you.”
There’s no time to argue. I shoot through the final door, shouting for my Storm Command to stand clear. The last thing I want is to hurt one of them while I’m full of storm.
“Reisha, take me to Mai Reverie’s quarters. She’s in danger!”
Reisha wastes no time with questions, trusting my commands, ordering two females ahead to clear the way while the others form a running wall around me. Baelen stays behind our group, but a quick glance tells me he’s close behind us.
“Where’s Elise?” I ask Reisha as we dash through the corridors out into the courtyard.
She hesitates long enough that I know I won’t like her answer. “The Elven Command called her to see them. It’s about the final battle.”
My heart can’t possibly plummet any further than it has already. “Did they say anything else?”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Princess. I don’t know anything else.”
I grind out my words in between sucking in breaths to continue running. “I need her.” She’s a healer as well as a spellcaster and if Mai’s hurt then I’m going to need one. “Reisha, we need a healer. We need… Sahara Splendor!”
I don’t have to say anything else. Reisha calls out a command to the elf on her left and the female breaks off, sprinting away. I can only hope that Sahara hasn’t left the city yet to return to her home. That would be unlikely since Jordan and Sebastian are staying here for now.
We race across the square and through the outer wall of Mai’s quarters, finding her advisor Rebecca lying on her side beside a sculpted stone ornament in the garden. Reisha checks her. “Unconscious,” she says.
My Storm Command splits open to reveal that Mai’s door is closed and her windows shuttered. One side of my Command opens even further to allow Baelen to step through to me. It surprises me that he doesn’t have to say anything to them. They just let him through without question and I’m not sure how I feel about that. But I told them to protect him, so a very large part of me is grateful that they’re treating him with trust.
I return my focus to Mai’s closed door. An open door means no threat, but a closed one like this…
Reisha strides up to it, gasping when her hand connects with the wooden paneling. She snatches her hand back. “There’s something very dangerous inside this place.”
Baelen morphs into a Rath as Reisha speaks. He doesn’t draw the dagger he carries at his hip, but he doesn’t have to in order to appear fearsome. My lips almost lift at the memory of him standing outside the Storm Vault, standing way too close to me that first day, telling me that danger doesn’t bother him. I’ve never seen fear in his eyes except once and that wasn’t fear for himself.
I must be channeling his fearlessness, because I say, “Then we’re going in to find out what it is.” I signal to the rest of the Storm Command. “I’m going to open this door. Once I’m inside, follow me. Carefully.”
Reisha nods and copies the signal to those around her. The door is sealed with magic. It feels like the storm’s power but there’s something off about it, something not quite right.
I press my palms flat against the door, feeling the same electrical zap that Reisha must have felt. It bites my hand, unpleasant and unnatural, resembling lightning, but I can tell the difference. It’s not genuine lightning. The storm was right—this isn’t the storm’s doing.
I trickle real lightning through my fingers, allowing it to flow through the wood. Scorch marks spark on the door’s surface as the force flowing from me targets the lock and hinges keeping the door closed and upright.
The hinges warp, buckling under the force I’m exerting. With a blast of wind from my hands, the fastenings at either side of the door give way with a snap. My ladies don’t even flinch. They’re already focused on what’s inside the room, taking up fighting stances, weapons drawn and ready.
The door falls downward like a closing drawbridge, literally falling on its face toward the inside. But halfway down it stops, floating there. An outward force pushes back at us from inside the room. I harness the wind again and push against the door, harder, and it slams down like a welcome mat at my feet.
My now clear view into the room shows me that it’s been destroyed. The table has been thrown onto its side, books strewn across the floor, pages ripped out. Scrolls float in the air, suspended. The golden curtains are drawn and billow against the windows as if the room is full of wind. But like the force keeping the door closed, this isn’t from the Storm.
“The storm,” Reisha whispers while Baelen hangs back, allowing me to make my assessment.
“No. This is not the Storm.” Anyone else would think that the storm was at work here, that a hurricane has ripped through Mai’s quarters, but I can tell the difference. “This is spellcasting.”
There’s a groan from what looks like a pile of material in the center of the room. The material shifts, rising a little to reveal that it’s Mai herself bent forward over her knees.
She rests in a puddle of silk. Her slender arms flop at her sides, her shoulders slumped. Her hair is draped across her face. Like her Reverie kin, her hair is as red as blood, but there’s something very wrong with it. Something very wrong with her skin, too. Liquid drips from the top of her scalp all the way to the floor, pooling in the silken crevices of her dress. She’s raining from the inside. Except that it’s tainted with blood.
I race to her, sliding in the debris, skidding to a stop before I touch her or come into contact with the strange liquid pooling around her knees. I don’t care about the rules right now, but I’m worried that I could hurt her. Just because she was a Storm Princess once doesn’t mean she can handle the storm’s power, especially not now when something’s clearly hurting her.
“Mai, talk to me! Are you okay?”
I can’t see her face behind all her hair. Her voice is forced. “You need to leave.”
I frown, trying to detect her intentions from her body language. My instincts are screaming that she’s a threat to me, but I won’t leave her, not when she needs my help. “Mai, tell me what happened.
“Make them leave!”
I glance back to my Storm Command as they file into the room, forming a shield at my back. They’re staring at something to Mai’s left and I risk a quick glance in that direction. Partially hidden behind Mai, a body floats inches above the floor. It’s Mai’s husband, Darian. His hair hangs across his face and I can’t tell if he’s alive or dead.
I don’t want to tell my ladies to leave because I don’t want to be alone with Mai. Not because I’m afraid, but because the storm is an angry force inside me and it’s rising to meet the dark spell that’s been cast over Mai. Lightning crackles under the surface of my skin and I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or bad. A fight between these two forces can only lead to destruction.
I hesitate too long.
Mai screams. “Leave!”
A gust of unnatural wind shrieks through my ladies. It plucks them into the air, one by one, as they struggle and shout. They fight it, but each one of them is cast from the room, hands outstretched, some sliding through the door while others fly into the gardens beyond. At the same time, the wind tries to suck me upward too, plucking at my clothing and my legs, demanding that I leave.
I’ve fought worse than this. As I harness the lightning inside me, it reveals itself in snaking tendrils around my arms and legs. I won’t release it, but I need its power to keep me anchored against the dark force around me. I shake my head. “You can’t move me, Mai. I’m staying. I’m going to help you.”
A glow reaches me from the corner of my eye and Baelen steps up beside me. His heartstone light burns fierce against his skin, a deep burn around his torso and arms. The false wind swirls around him in the same way it rips at me, but he doesn’t budge. It can’t move him e
ither. As he draws near to me, the light around him blends with mine, red and blue swirling into a brilliant purple glow between us.
I feel… stronger. Calmer. Like half of me was missing and it’s returned to me. I meet Bae’s eyes, not really sure what’s happening, just knowing that together we can beat the evil in this room.
As if admitting defeat, the wind lifts the door behind us, slamming it closed again.
We’re alone with Mai and it’s as if some of the spell lifts from her. She still doesn’t lift her head and blood-rain trickles from her fingers, drip-dripping onto her dress. But she slumps forward, and when she speaks her voice sounds more like her own. “The storm attacked us. Here in my home. It killed Darian. My husband… is dead.” She tries to twist in his direction, but unlike me, the wind is pushing her around, beating at her and forcing her forward. No wonder she was bent double when we got here.
My heart crumbles. Darian was Mai’s whole world. “Mai, please let me help you.”
“Darian tried to help me, but the storm killed him as soon as he touched me.”
I push against the wind, inch by inch, edging closer until I’m right in front of her. “The storm didn’t do this to you. This isn’t the storm. It’s some kind of spell.”
Up close, I search for her eyes beneath her hair. They’re wide, her pupils dilated. Tears track down her cheeks. She’s in pain but she’s hiding it. “A spell?” she whispers. “A spell killed my husband and now it’s killing me. Get out, Marbella. Please. While you still can.”
“I’m not leaving you, Mai.” I turn to Baelen. “I need you to pick her up. We have to get her out of here so Sahara can help her. Can you do that?”
He ploughs through the opposing force, striding against the wind so that it takes on the appearance of water streaming around his calves and thighs. It plasters his clothes against his body, clinging to his muscular chest. He slides one arm around Mai’s back, ready to scoop her up into his arms, but at the last moment, he flinches. “Marbella, she’s…” His agonized eyes meet mine. “Her body, it’s… frozen. She hasn’t moved because she can’t.”
He lifts her easily and she doesn’t fight him. As he pulls her up against his chest, her head tips back and her hair drips across his arms, but her arms are stiff and wooden and her legs are bent at the knees without moving, set at an awkward angle.
“Her limbs are already dead. The spell’s killing her from the toes up.”
“Bae…”
He meets my eyes across her head. “I’ll get her out.”
He pushes against the wind, leaning into it and I follow in the slipstream, conserving my energy for the task of getting the door open. When he reaches it, I slip around him, discovering that it’s much harder to pull open than it was to push from the outside. I grip the handle and pull as hard as I can but even without any hinges, the suction inside the room is too strong.
“Stand clear, I’m going to use the Storm.” I plant both palms against the paneling and let loose the thunder and lightning at the same time.
The door explodes outward, shards flying, but before they can fly into my waiting Storm Command, time slows. Splinters halt in the air. At the same time, the spell behind me makes a harsh sucking sound, trying to pull us back into the room like water rushing down a drain.
“Bae! Get down!” It’s the only warning I can give him before letting loose a blast of lightning into the center of the room. The explosion pushes us outward into the garden and at the same time the spell finally cracks, splintering, its force dissolving. Every floating object inside the room thuds to the floor. Darian falls too, and the smallest hope I had that he was still alive fades as his lifeless eyes stare back at me.
Bae is already hurrying down the path. Time speeds up as Sahara Splendor rushes toward us with Elise at her side, both of them hauling medical pouches.
“Hurry!” I shout. “Mai’s dying!”
Bae rests her down on a grassy patch at the side of the front path and retreats to allow Sahara full access. The elegant female wastes no time assessing Mai. “Paralysis. Fever… Necrosis!” She gasps. “Her body’s shutting down. Is this the Storm?”
“No!” Rage spirals through me. “Someone wanted it to look that way. It’s a spell. A cursed spell made to look like the storm.”
I pace back and forth as Sahara and Elise work over Mai. They examine Mai together, speaking quietly, conferring with each other. As they deliberate, Elise forms a bubble between her palms. Rainbow light swirls inside it. She tips her hands at an angle toward Sahara so that she can inspect the spell. As soon as Sahara nods, Elise rolls her hands gently across the bubble’s surface, pressing inwards, until the bubble shrinks to the size of a marble and then smaller. Finally, it forms a droplet that rolls off her finger across Mai’s lips. I hold my breath, hoping…
Sahara shakes her head, desperation flooding her posture. “That should have worked.”
Elise’s response is to conjure another spell, and then another, while Sahara injects medicines into Mai’s limbs. But the more they shake their heads and run their hands over their eyes—the more spells and medicines they try—the more I know they’re going to fail. My hands begin to shake and my heart thuds so hard in my chest it feels like it’s going to crash out of me.
“They can’t save her.” Sobs rise in waves, riding through my body, crippling me. Sahara is the most talented healer and Elise is the most talented spellcaster, but even they can’t stop the spell that is killing Mai limb by limb. I clutch my stomach, doubling over as the pain of losing my friend intensifies. “I’m going to lose her.”
Bae’s quiet voice anchors me, helping me rise without touching me. “Marbella, I’m here. Tell me what you need.”
What I need? Nobody ever asked me what I need. I need Mai to live. I need the trials to be over. I need to know that the Storm won’t be unleashed. I need to not fight Baelen tomorrow.
I need… Baelen.
The light I’d seen caressing his skin is gone now. He casts a shadow over me, blocking out the mid-afternoon sunlight, but it feels like shelter. A place to hide from the terrified glances my ladies give me, the anguish taking the form of tears streaming down Elise’s cheeks, the way Sahara slumps her head into her hands and begins stroking Mai’s hair, trying to make her comfortable.
Would it be so terrible if I told Baelen what I feel?
“I need… a gladiolus flower.”
He nods, flooding me with sunlight as he stoops to pick one for me, choosing one with delicate white flowers. I turn my palm up to receive it and he drops it into my waiting hand.
Elise interrupts our conversation, visibly shaking in front of us. She’s expended a lot of energy conjuring spells and Baelen steps up fast, allowing her to lean on him before she topples over.
Elise says, “Mai’s asking for you.”
My feet are lead as I cross the distance—five short steps that feel like a thousand. I drop to my knees beside Mai. Her breathing is short and sharp, her lungs constricted, her knees bent, and her hands folded across her chest.
She whispers, “I’m glad it wasn’t the Storm. She’s… angry and hurt. I don’t know why she became the Storm, but she’s not… truly evil.”
“I will find out who did this to you, Mai. I will find them and I will—”
“No… Don’t live for revenge.”
“Justice,” I say. “Not revenge.” I place the gladiolus flower against her cheek. My voice cracks, my throat tightening, and I have to swallow back my tears. “For honor. And strength. For everything you’ve done for me.”
She smiles as she inhales. “Thank you for bringing me… to my garden…” Her gaze flicks upward and I sense Baelen’s presence beside me. “You must… find… each other.”
The spell reaches her throat, stopping her breathing as it spreads across her face. She closes her eyes, peaceful, as her last breath exhales between her lips.
“Mai…” I drop my head to her chest, knowing that I can’t hurt her now. I wra
p my arms around her and let my tears fall, dripping across her porcelain features as I place my cheek to hers. The place is suddenly swarming with spellcasters—the Elven Command’s lackeys—trying to see Mai, clicking their tongues at the destruction of her quarters, but Baelen stands watch over me while I mourn, refusing to let anyone near me, keeping them all at bay until I rise and stumble into the safe circle of my Storm Command.
I’ve lost Mai.
The curse is set.
22
“We don’t have to talk about it.” Elise stares through the windows of the living area. The distant forest is a crisp green wash of spreading foliage, but it’s a blur to both of us.
“I need to know how she died.”
She sighs. “Multiple spells were layered over each other. Sahara and I couldn’t counter all of them in time. I suspect they were planted while Mai was at the healing center after that day you learned about the curse.”
“The day the rain spoke to her?”
“Yes, but the spells were cleverly masked. This kind of sorcery was outlawed after the old King died. The very first Elven Command—the one that was appointed after the King’s death—was supposed to have destroyed all the books containing this kind of dark magic.”
She leans forward, eyes cast down, hands folded in her lap. “Marbella… I can’t help but think about the fact that it happened while you were subduing the Storm.”
“It wasn’t the Storm.” I’ve been repeating that statement for hours since Mai’s death, so many times that I’m exhausted by the repetition. First to the Elven Command’s spellcasters, then to the healers. I’m just waiting to say it to the Elven Command themselves and for them to look at me with the same disbelief as everyone else: as far as they’re concerned, if it looks like the Storm, then it must be the Storm.
“What I mean is that whoever killed Mai chose to do it at the time of day when everyone knows you’re busy in the Vault. At the same time, I was called to see the Elven Command so I wasn’t around either.”
