Red Queen(121)
Suddenly I’m standing, shaking violently, but still standing. He’s lied to us for so long, but I cannot let him lie now.
“I was never yours, and you were never mine, Maven,” I snarl. “And not because of him, either. I thought you were perfect, I thought you were strong and brave and good. I thought you were better than him.”
Better than Cal. Those are words Maven thought no one would ever say. He flinches, and for a second, I can see the boy I used to know. A boy that doesn’t exist.
He reaches out a hand, grabbing at me between the bars. When his fingers close over the bare skin of my wrist, I feel nothing but repulsion. He holds me tight, like I’m some kind of lifeline. Something has snapped in him, revealing a desperate child, a pathetic, hopeless thing trying to hold on to his favorite toy.
“I can save you.”
The words make my skin scrawl.
“Your father loved you, Maven. You didn’t see it, but he did.”
“A lie.”
“He loved you and you killed him!” The words come faster, spilling like blood from a vein. “Your brother loved you and you made him a murderer. I—I loved you. I trusted you. I needed you. And now I’m going to die for it.”
“I am king. You will live if I want you to. I will make it so.”
“You mean if you lie? One day your lies will strangle you, King Maven. My only regret is I won’t be alive to see it.” And then it’s my turn to grab him. I pull with all my strength, making him stumble against the bars. My knuckles connect with his cheek, and he yelps away like a kicked dog. “I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again.”
To my dismay, he recovers quickly and smoothes his hair. “So you choose him?”
That’s all this ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. All so shadow could defeat the flame.
I have to throw my head back and laugh, feeling the eyes of the brothers on me. “Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.” The words are heavy as stone, but right. So right. “I choose no one.”
For once, I feel like I control fire, and Maven has been burned by it. He stumbles back from my cell, somehow defeated by the little girl without her lightning, the prisoner in chains, the human before a god.
“What will you tell them when I bleed?” I hiss after him. “The truth?”
He laughs deep in his chest. The little boy disappears, replaced by the king killer again. “The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”
And some will believe. The fools. But others will not. Red and Silver, high and low, some will see the truth.
His voice becomes a snarl, his face a shadow of a beast. “Anyone who knows that we hid you, anyone with even a hint of suspicion, will be dealt with.”
My mind buzzes, flying to everyone who knew something about me was strange. Maven beats me there, seeming to enjoy listing off the many deaths. “Lady Blonos had to go, of course. Decapitation deals nicely with skin healers.”
She was an old crow, an annoyance—and she didn’t deserve this.
“The maids were easier. Pretty girls, sisters from Oldshire. Mother did them in herself.”
I never even learned their names.
My knees hit the ground heavily, but I barely feel it. “They didn’t know anything.” But my begging is no use now.
“Lucas will go as well,” he says, smirking with teeth bright in the darkness. “You’ll get to see that for yourself.”
I feel like retching. “You told me he was safe, with his family—!”
He laughs long and hard. “When are you going to realize that every word out of my mouth was a lie?”
“We forced him, Julian and I. He did nothing wrong.” Begging feels so awful, but it’s all I can think to do. “He’s of House Samos. You can’t kill one of them.”
“Mare, haven’t you been paying attention? I can do anything,” he growls. “It’s a pity we couldn’t get Julian back here in time. I would’ve liked to make him watch you die.”
I do my best to choke back a sob, pressing a hand to my mouth. Next to me, Cal growls deep in his throat, thinking of his uncle. “You found him?”
“Of course we did. We captured Julian and Sara both.” Maven laughs. “I’ll settle for killing Skonos first, finishing the job my mother began. You know the story there now, don’t you, Cal? You know what my mother did, whispering her way into Coriane’s head, making her brain crawl.” He draws closer, eyes wild and frightening. “Sara knew. And your father, even you, refused to believe her. You let my mother win. And you’ve done it again.”