Phaedra staggered toward Alexius as he pushed up to his feet. He held his arms out to her and she collapsed against him, shaking.
“I thought we’d have more time!” she cried.
“It is done,” Danaus said to Melenia.
“Yes,” she replied solemnly. “He will be missed.”
Timotheus eyed the beautiful immortal curiously. “What did he mean, Melenia? What secrets did he speak of?”
She offered him a weary smile. “His mind was decaying faster than his body. So sad to witness such an end to one of the brightest and best of us all.”
“Who is to be next?” Danaus’s expression was tense. “Who of us will die next?”
“The Kindred still exists,” Melenia said evenly. “If we exist, then it exists. And it can be found before all is lost.”
“You’re certain about that?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything.” She moved toward Alexius and Phaedra, clasping both of their hands in hers. “The loss of Stephanos has bound us together. We will go forth stronger, in trust and friendship. Yes?”
“Of course,” Alexius agreed. Phaedra remained silent.
“Go now. And speak of this to no one.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Alexius and Phaedra departed without another word. They didn’t talk again until they’d left the palace, left the city, and journeyed as far as Alexius’s favorite meadow. He expected his troubled friend to collapse with grief. Instead, when he turned to face her, she shoved him very hard. He staggered backward, rubbing his chest and staring at her with confusion.
“What was that for?”
“For lapping up every lie that spills from her lips.”
“Who?”
“Melenia, of course. Who else? The pretty spider in her silvery web, spinning tales to wind around us all. You heard him at the end! Stephanos wanted to expose her lies.”
“He was dying. He didn’t know what he was saying.”
“Are you that blinded by her beauty that you can’t see the truth? She’s evil, Alexius!”
“You should be careful what you say about Melenia.”
She raised her chin. “I’m not afraid of her.”
“Phaedra—”
“Does she know about your little sorceress? Do any of them other than me?”
Alexius froze. “What?”
“The one you visit in your dreams.” A tense smile now played on her lips. “You think I don’t know what you do out here all alone? You talk in your sleep—Lucia . . . Lucia. A terrible habit for someone with secrets to keep. Are you falling in love with a mortal, Alexius? Others have walked such a path only to find themselves lost and unable to find their way back home.”
He knew Phaedra had been watching him. Such questions, such accusations made him feel exposed, cornered. “You will tell no one of this.”
She shook her head with disgust. “I need to go. I have places to be, mortals to watch. Dreams to visit. You’re not the only one keeping watch over specific mortals, Alexius.”
“Phaedra, no. We need to talk about this.”
Phaedra’s eyes sparkled. “I’m done talking. All I can tell you is one thing—watch out for Melenia. I’ve never trusted her, but lately . . . I know she’s up to something—and I think I know what it is. And trust me, if you aren’t smart, she will destroy you.”
Without another word she turned and began to run. Her form shimmered and shifted, taking the shape of a golden hawk that flew up high into the clear blue sky.
CHAPTER 14
JONAS
THE WILDLANDS
When Princess Cleo awoke, she found herself in the back of a rickety horse-drawn cart speeding across the countryside, her wrists bound.
Jonas had thought it best to restrain her. He knew she wasn’t going to be very happy with him. This was, perhaps, an understatement.
“Welcome back,” Jonas greeted her as she opened her aquamarine eyes.
She regarded him sleepily as the rest of the sleeping drug wore off.
Then clarity entered her gaze.
“You beast!” she snarled, lunging for him even while secured. “I hate you!”
He gently pushed her back down to a seated position. “Save your breath, your highness. You’ll strain yourself.”
Her gaze moved frantically around. “Where are you taking me?”
“Home sweet home.”
“Why have you done this?”
“Desperate times, princess.”
“You overestimate my worth to Prince Magnus and his father. Whatever you’ve asked for will be denied!”
“I asked him to stop construction on his road.”
Her brows shot up. “That was a stupid request! There are a million more important things for a rebel to demand from a king. You’re not very good at this, are you?”