“Why are you here?” asks Lydia, and while I’m still reeling from what I inflicted upon Blaise, how much further I almost went, my sister holds no pity for the girl in her voice.
Blaise untucks her face from her companion’s grasp, and strengthens herself, though she’s still blinking hard, like she’s trying to remind herself that the emotions she was feeling were mine and not her own.
There’s a bit of vulnerability there. Knowing I’ve let Blaise into that portion of my head.
“Because,” she says, steadying herself against her companion, who’s glaring at me like he wants to rip my throat out for touching her, “I know how to stop Az.”
It’s Fin’s turn to be distrustful now. “Wouldn’t it have been more convenient if you’d figured that out before you betrayed Asha?”
Blaise looks as if she’s about to say something quippy, but then her shoulders falter. “I’m sorry. I really am. And I wish I could be saying that to Asha right now. I can’t… I know I’ll never be able to make it right. That I can’t undo what’s happened to her these past few months. But I think I know how to stop him.”
“And how is that?” Lydia asks.
“Piper can lead the Others back to the Rip,” Blaise explains. “The only problem is, Az still has mental control over them. Piper thinks if we can break his focus, she’ll be able to cut into the line, lure them with her magic flute.”
“This all sounds very convincing,” says Lydia, her tone conveying the opposite.
“Distract him? Like seduce him, distract him?” Fin asks, irritation biting his tone.
Blaise shakes her head. “No, it needs to be something more earth-shattering than that.”
“You want to use me. My powers,” I say.
Blaise nods.
“I would have imagined you would have already told him about my powers. Or was that the one thing you decided to keep for yourself?”
Blaise’s companion growls, but she doesn’t flinch from my gaze. “Az knew about your powers from your first wife, Gwenrial—Gwenyth, whatever her name was. What I’m hoping he doesn’t know is that you still have them.”
My mind wanders back to my now deceased father. How intentional had it been that he’d only taken my power over fire? Did he know about my ability to control emotions? I’ve been assuming that power came from my mother, but what if...
“You want Kiran to upset Az so much he loses a mental grip on the Others?” asks Fin.
“That would require getting close to Az, but I’m sure it could be done,” says Lydia. “Assuming Kiran’s powers can cause that kind of emotional distraction.”
“Believe me, they can,” says Blaise, standing up taller, though I can’t help but notice that the tips of her fingers are still flexing and unflexing.
Guilt sluices off of me, so much so I’m shocked no one else can feel it, even though I’m not touching them.
“And how do we know this isn’t just another one of your schemes?” asks Lydia. “Just another way you plan to betray us to Azrael? It’s rather a convenient plan for him, don’t you think? To lure Kiran back into the castle? Convenient that the only person who might challenge his throne is the only one who can use this power.”
Blaise bites her lip, looking uncertain.
It’s Blaise’s vampire companion who speaks. “Blaise ran across the Sahli to get this news to you. She was burning in the sand, the sun cresting the horizon when I caught up with her. If that’s not enough evidence that she cares for your friend’s safety, I don’t know what is.”
“Az intends to send the Others to attack Othian tomorrow,” Blaise says. “Again. If you don’t believe I’m doing this for Asha, then at least believe I’m doing it for Evander. For Ellie. For—”
Whatever Blaise is about to say gets caught in her throat.
“It’s better than the plan we had,” says Dinah, piping in for the first time.
Lydia makes a noncommittal noise, though even my stubborn sister can’t help but admit that our plan had its holes.
Like what we planned to do in the aftermath of stealing Asha out from under Azrael’s nose.
I’m of two minds. There’s the part of me that wants to be the one to pull my wife into my arms and carry her out from the nightmare of the palace.
Then there’s the part of me that wants to have somewhere to carry her to. A home where she won’t have to live in hiding, constantly hunted by the male she used to call a friend.
As much as it kills me to agree to a plan that involves me not being the one to get Asha out of the palace, I know it’s the plan that gives her the best hope of a future.
One where the Others haven’t taken over her home.
“Fine,” I say, to Fin and Lydia’s surprise. “Blaise, just tell me what I need to do.”
CHAPTER 94
KIRAN
With Nox and Blaise taking Bezzie’s guest room in the furnished basement, Dinah helping Bezzie out upstairs, and Elias keeping watch on the roof, that leaves me, Fin, and Lydia to share the living room.
Something tells me Bezzie arranged things like this on purpose, or that perhaps it’s Dinah’s doing. Though whether it’s forcing Nox and Blaise into the same room, or me and my siblings, I can’t tell.
We’re all quiet for a while, settling onto our cots on the floor, though it’s unlikely I’ll sleep.
I haven’t slept through the night since Asha’s wedding to Azrael, my whole body squirming, my imagination torturing me with what Azrael might be doing to her during the night hours.
My stomach roils, and I find myself up and about, pacing in the middle of the night as cold sweat beads off my forehead.
