by Maia Starr
He seemed to think on that and then his face fell. “I head the rebellion,” he admitted. I wasn’t shocked. It seemed perfectly reasonable that he was the one calling the shots, what with how Rerdig was handled. I blinked and expressed nothing at the sentiment.
Zaphira told me she believed the rebels had a spy in the Koth. I just didn’t assume it was him.
“We have a mole in the Koth,” I repeated from our earlier conversation.
“Right,” he nodded. “I remember.”
“He’s the one who told us he believed there were rebels looking to turn on the alliance with the Earth. That means he probably knows you’re the spy in the Koth.”
Haden went to say something but seemed to think better of it. The comment took him by surprise, and he raised his chin to his hand. “Haden, I do love you,” I finally admitted.
“And I love you,” he smiled.
I walked over to him and burst into sobs once more. “Please don’t do this,” I pleaded, throwing my arms around him in a desperate attempt to get him to back down. “Please,” I begged. “We can make this alliance better, I promise, but you can’t do this. You can’t throw away everything we’ve worked for.”
I looked up into his blue eyes and could feel my lip quivering uncontrollably, and he looked back down at me like a parent would to a child, grabbing my chin in his hand and smiling empathetically.
“Please,” I begged. “I’ll do anything to stop this war.”
“Okay.” I could feel him buckle under the weight of my tears. He wrapped his arms around me and gave a slow nod. “But I need something from you.”
I smiled weakly at him and relished the feeling of his hands brushing through my hair. “I hope it’s a kiss,” I joked sadly.
He shook his head, and the earth shook beneath us as the crown of a once glorious stone tower plummeted into the muddy, watery deep. The sudden suction caused a reverb that echoed through the valley with a sickening slurp. Haden looked at me with just as much surprise as I was sure was showing all over my face.
I swallowed, hard, and wondered how it was that the city began to sink so quickly.
"Do you know much of shifter legend?"
"Of course," I said with wonder. It was my job to study their species, to become familiar with what was important to them - to the extent that they would let us, anyhow.
"Then grab on," he insisted with a wry, sad smile.
Haden grabbed my hand softly and spread his wings before flying me into the air. The world looked so green from high up above. He stopped after just a minute or so and landed in at a curved set of buildings that seemed to stretch into a half circle in a bare field. The building was a castle or a fort of some kind, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it could be used for. There was a lot I didn't know, it seemed.
The curved fortress stood in front of a tall cliff and behind a great body of water that I'd never encountered on Udora before. The waters glowed with purple glowstones beneath their surface, and I felt my heart race with excitement at its beauty. Then suddenly the earth was showered with glowing rain.
The liquid seemed to carry a beautiful mist throughout the valley. Trees and greenery caked with the crawling Udorian moss were everywhere. And then there I was, soaking up the scenery like a sponge. Large flat rocks could be seen peeking out through the water’s edge, gorgeous from side to side, as the rain pelted down.
He walked us over to crystal-clear water with a striking view mountainous terrain near the back of the fortress. I heard nothing but warm, calm, serene sounds of falling of water as the rain found its way to our bodies. For all the times I had been shown Udora’s landscapes, this time felt different. It was soothing in a way I had never experienced before.
Haden’s footsteps drew nearer, and he set his hand on my leg as I sat down on a jutting rock near the water’s edge.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, and waited a moment for a response. When one failed to present itself, he began walking around the riverbank.
The hurrying dusk hid the vibrant colors of everything around us, but I couldn't stop staring at his blue eyes. I thought about what they looked like in the daylight; what they looked like when he told me he loved me. Crystal blue with jagged circles around the pupil; there were so many layers to how beautiful they were.
"Yes, it's beautiful," came my delayed response. At hearing my voice, he came back over to me and knelt down next to me. The rain poured, but neither of us moved.
Droplets of rain made their way down his deep skin, hitting the tip of his nose and causing a smile to settle on my lips.
“You were saying something about a legend?” I reminded him.
“Legend says that a pairing would consummate and create our final leader. The dragon who would lead us into prosperity, who would take over and–”
“Cast light over all the shadows,” I finished, albeit less poetically than Haden would have said the verse.
“Right,” he nodded. “The rebellion has looked into this, and we believe she’s arrived.”
“She?” I said with some surprise. Then my mind twisted back to those tapestries at the ball. They weren’t depicting the start of the shifter’s existence, I thought; they were depicting a golden age ruled by the female white dragon. My eyes went wide as I looked at Haden.
He gave a slow nod and pursed his lips. “I can feel it, Sarra. We all can. This is why the Koth is so stringent these days. They don’t want the Earth’s help with the sinking fields because this is where she is said to emerge. They don’t want her here.”
“So you’re not… looking to take over as much as you’re–”
“Paving the way for her to take over. But we have to find her first.”
“And…” I blanched, “what does that have to do with me?”
“I believe that you had a hand in hiding her.”
A grimace washed over my features, and his eyes chased mine. At that moment, I began to feel sick. I didn’t question his logic. In fact, I knew the exact incident he was speaking of.
“Nobody knows where they are,” I snapped. “Haden, I can’t.”
He raised his hand in dismissal. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
I thought on the question and then nodded. “Yes.”
“Then know what we feel this. As sure as I felt you, I feel that she is born. And it’s our job to find a way to bring her back to Udora, and I need you to tell me where the child is.”
I paled and listened to his request, but I knew I couldn’t do it. “Haden, I can’t, please. You can’t know that this is the child. When has there ever been reports of a female shifter? Never!”
“That’s how I know.”
I protested. “You don’t!”
He stepped close to me and leaned in for a simple kiss. As he backed away, he locked his eyes with mine and said, “Then ask. Ask Zaphira.”
“Because that’s not going to look suspicious,” I teased with a roll of my eyes.
“Don’t ask where they are,” he offered. “Just ask if it’s a girl.”
That was it then, I thought. My stomach twisted in directions I didn’t think possible. I looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity there. He had successfully made me afraid; made me question my loyalties. Just as he had promised to do.
So many of my soldiers and representatives from Riddell had followed Zaphira faithfully into the alliance with Udora with hopes of creating the most powerful alliance in the space sphere. Now Haden was saying that Zaphira was lying. That the alliance was going to break and it would be up to me to put a stop to a war before it could begin. If it were possible.
Chapter Twelve
Sarra
We’d returned from the old ruins days ago and were back in the city center. I informed the Koth that the prisoner had escaped and Haden had let Rerdig back into the ruins to fend for himself.
The Koth were beyond furious, but somehow seemed calmed by the fact that the E
arth would have no chance of questioning him. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Everything I had ever trusted in had been irreversibly shaken.
Zaphira was also infuriated by our news. That pseudo-motherly role I’d cast her in seemed to take full effect in the weight of her anger over the phone. Somehow I’d managed to butter her up with the idea that he was her son. It was a lie, as far as I knew, but it didn’t have to stay one.
I’d told Rerdig I knew who his mother was and he said he already knew. This had to imply, even on some smaller scale, that he was aware of Zaphira; didn’t it?
Regardless, she seemed calmed by my statement, and I was in no mood to deny her some peace.
“What does he look like?” she asked in as somber a voice as I’d ever heard. Her eyes glistened with tears over the video phone, and I smiled in kind at her.
“He’s the orange breed,” I said, and she immediately nodded as though the information was correct. “Is that right?” I asked eagerly, and she smiled.
“He would be. Yes.”
My heart fluttered, and suddenly I felt excited again. Excited that I had found him… and all the more disappointed that we had let him go. “Well… he has long wings that drape to the floor,” I said with a slight giggle and found that Zaphira was giggling as well. I don’t think I’d ever heard her giggle before. In fact, even the thought of the word giggle in relation to her name seemed beyond strange.
She asked me for more details, and I found all of mine seemed to be tainted with the recollection of him grabbing me by the throat and our tormenting game of cat and mouse in the shuttle carrier. I thought about how I’d almost fired my weapon into his skull and couldn’t bear to pull the trigger, thinking that he might be her son.
I stared into the camera and began pulling out useless adjectives like brave, strong, and courageous. All lies. I knew nothing about the dragon, and personally, wasn’t a big fan of his.
Then, her face fell.
“But, he’s a rebel,” she said slowly, sadly.
I hung my head. “Yes.”
Zaphira watched me for a moment before cocking her head to the side; her expression betraying nothing of her emotions. “Sarra,” she questioned. “Did you…”
“What?”
She shook her head and gave a put on smile. “Never mind,” she insisted.
“Zaphira, what?”
Her features drew inward and although I knew there was excitement in her body, her mind seemed wary and tired. Her dark hair had grown longer since I’d last seen her, now coming down almost to her shoulders. The scars on her face said it all; the white scratches that cascaded across her body like a novel of untold stories waiting to be revealed.
“Did he say why?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “Why he’s chosen this life?”
I shook my head. “He really didn’t.”
It was the truth.
“Ah,” she stared off, now turning her head to the side and giving a view of her perfect profile. My heart filled with love as I stared at the woman across the screen from me and I realized I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do what Haden asked me to do. I couldn’t betray Zaphira.
Not fully, anyway.
I could see the agony on her face as she processed the information I was giving her. “There were only a few who knew of his imprisonment,” I offered. “So, they’re probably the ones who had something to do with him being put away, if that helps any.”
“Thank you,” she nodded, her lip shaking before quickly composing herself. It was slight, but I saw it.
“He attacked me,” I said out of nowhere. My heart jumped into my throat as the words came out. The look on her face was that of pure shock.
“Then I’m sorry,” she offered genuinely as any mother would for their misbehaving children.
“I told him…” I shrugged. “I told him I knew who his mother was.”
“A bold gesture.” She cocked a brow. “And possibly a lie.”
“I know.” I accepted her slight lecture and continued, “But something in me was sure, Zaphira. I was sure… and the strangest part was that he said he knew who you were.”
“He did?!” She nearly jumped toward the camera, the screen jostling in her grip. “Then what happened?”
I cringed inwardly at the lie I was about to tell, but I couldn’t think of a better way to smooth over the situation than to say: “Then I… let him go.”
The screen went deathly silent, and I could see her torn emotions playing over her face. If I really let him go, then I had betrayed our alliance. But I had also saved her son.
“It was just me and Haden. We told them that he escaped our shuttle, but really, we let him go in the old ruins.”
“So you told him?” came her terse, confused response.
“I told him I was doing a favor for a dear friend.”
A flush crept up her face as she looked at me and all at once her expression filled with tears of gratefulness. They spilled over her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands. The next I saw of her dark eyes, they had flooded with mascara runs and a radiant smile.
“Thank you,” she said through her tears. “Thank you, Sarra. You don’t know what this means to me.”
This was everything I ever wanted, wasn’t it? Hadn’t I wanted Zaphira’s pride… or her thanks? To be needed by the woman whom I needed. There was something satisfying in that, even in the twisted way I had to achieve it. I swallowed hard and let her have her moment.
When she composed herself, I stared down into my lap and felt my heart start pounding with fear as the next thought crept into my mind.
“He was asking about a legend,” I mumbled.
“What’s that?” Zaphira said absent-mindedly as she wiped her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief. “He asked about a what?”
“A legend.” I cleared my throat nervously and hoped she didn’t catch on. “He said that there had been a couple taken from Udora secretly and he seemed to imply that they had given birth to some sort of super dragon?”
I winced at my choice of words, but my ineloquent babbling didn’t seem to have any negative effect on my boss. She stared with intrigue into the screen before resting her hand on her chin. “I see. Did he know who the couple was?”
“I don’t think so, but he seemed to think you had something to do with it.”
Zaphira gave me a pointed look that sent a chill down my back. It was her patented look that told me I’d stepped one foot too far into something that was none of my business. But this time she dismissed it.
“Ariella Klein,” she offered the woman’s name to me. “She and the Weredragon who chose her went missing less than a year after their match. She was with child when they disappeared, yes.”
“Do you know what it was?” I asked innocently. “The child?”
“The sex? A girl,” she said dismissively.
I stared numbly at the screen for a moment and gave an understanding nod, staring away from her gaze now as I ran my hand along the wood grain of my desk. “A bit rare, wouldn’t you say?” I asked. “A female Weredragon.”
She raised a cocky brow and smirked into the screen. “Why do you think she’s hidden?”
My mouth twisted into a half-smile and I looked into the screen. “You are a naughty girl.”
She bowed her head and then pressed her finger to her lips. “But that’s our little secret,” she warned.
“Of course,” I nodded.
“But if he wanted to know about her, then it’s likely that the rebellion is after her. Making it all the more important for us to keep this under wraps; do you understand?”
“I do.”
I did.
She nodded for a few moments and then looked back into the screen as though she were there in person, looking directly into my soul. “And on that note, I believe a promotion is in order for you, my dear.”
“Really?” I beamed; guilt washing over my sudden happiness.
“I have an assignment for you. A
new charge. But it’s going to take a while.”
I smiled. “I think I can handle that.”
We talked for some time more in a way I always wished we would. She spoke to me as a friend and a respected colleague, not just the girl who ran her coffee. She expressed genuine interest in my relationship with Haden and confided in me about her hopes for the future of our alliance.
I wondered if maybe this was possible afterward. To have both sides. To work for Riddell and be with a man who would abolish the alliance I believed in. It sounded ridiculous, but I loved him too much to believe it was impossible.
Was this it for me? When talking to Zaphira, would I tell her about the dealings with the Koth and their unsteady structure, secretly hoping to repair their bonds before Haden had a chance to tear it all down?
When reporting to Haden, would I tell him Zaphira’s plans for the future of our alliance? Was this my new role… a double agent?
As I stared into the screen, Zaphira’s words seemed to fade into the distance; her lips were moving, but I could no longer hear her voice. I watched her elegant lips and charismatic demeanor and suddenly felt renewed vigor. Of course I could have it all. After all, when it came maneuvering events in my favor…
I’d had the perfect teacher.
Chapter Thirteen
Haden
The stale gray clouds loomed for miles as if they were warning of another flood. I stood in the growing ruins of Old Udora and stood in her waters. The deep moss that was filling with water with each passing day. Where my feet once hit the ground now sat warm waters, overflowing in an ancient city.
I couldn’t fathom for what reason the Koth was choosing to let our city die, but I wasn’t about to let it go. Not without a fight.
Unless she asked me to, I’d concluded.
If Sarra willed it, then I would so whatever I could to make her happy. I had been so sure. So certain that this was the right thing to do, and now I hadn’t a clue. If she came back to me and said she wanted to return to the Earth, I would have no choice but to submit to her wishes. To stop.
I’d hoped she would come to me and say she believed me. Tell me she’d done her best to get whatever information she could from Zaphira. I wanted her to tell me that soon there would come a new Weredragon who would lead us to peace and prosperity. I wanted us to both believe in the legend and justify the lies we’d both been telling, been keeping.
