More lives ruined.
Turning around, he looked up at the great gray mansion.
However dour the exterior of the manse was, the interior was full of life and love and family.
If this war went forward, where he was in his mourning, this terrible stretch of pain, was going to rain down upon this house and the people in it.
He would not put someone he hated in his shoes, living with this loneliness and heartache.
He could not put those he loved where he was.
Not if there were a way to stop it.
At the very moment he made his decision, a ray of sunlight broke across the rooftop, that incredible light spilling down over the orderly rows of slate.
Selena had made him swear he would live without her, and he had given her that vow, but only because she’d forced him to.
It wasn’t as if he’d believed what he’d told her.
Now, though, as he imagined all the lives he could save, how he could protect these males and females and their young?
“This is as close as I can come, my queen,” he said to the sky.
SEVENTY-EIGHT
It took them forever to get to the sacred astrology chamber.
Or at least it seemed that way to Catra. Then again, with every corner they turned, and each straightaway traveled down, she expected to get jumped, arrested, sent to a prison cell.
Along the way, s’Ex revealed to her hidden rooms and passageways she’d had no clue about—and proved himself to be capable beyond measure: sure of foot, fleet of mind, both careful and aggressive.
Finally, however, they not only gained access to the palace and its grounds, but the innermost restricted areas of her mother’s compound where few were allowed and security was at its highest. They had one advantage, at least: The guards who were in search of her were preoccupied with looking on the exterior, convinced they had searched the Queen’s domain sufficiently—and the rest of s’Ex’s males were gathering in the center courtyard and preparing to fight.
It was a grim affair. The lot of it.
But they were able to move faster and with, thus far, no notice.
Part of her wanted to check to make sure her mother was following the rituals so that they would not be chanced upon in the astrology chamber, but there could be no risking a reveal of her presence.
They had one and only one chance to get to the records.
“Here,” s’Ex whispered as he stopped abruptly.
She frowned under her hood. “The entrance to the chamber is up farther ahead, is it not.”
“No, our entry is here.”
Freeing his hand from his robing’s voluminous sleeve, he placed his palm against the wall. Instantaneously, a pocket door slid open, disappearing into its slot.
The moment she smelled the incense, she knew they were close, and yet the space revealed was pitch-black.
She stepped in without hesitation, and felt s’Ex’s looming weight come in behind her. When the door shut itself, she might as well have been blindfolded.
Keeping his voice down, s’Ex said, “Reach out ahead of you.”
As she followed the command, she felt something rough.
“Walk to the left,” he commanded. “Keep your hand on the wall to guide you.”
When she did, she slammed right into his chest. “Sorry.”
He turned her around. “Your other left.”
Shuffling along, she could barely breathe. They must be going parallel to the corridor outside, she thought, this inner space a shadow of the outer, public one.
“I built these passages,” he whispered. “I know them by heart.”
“Very smart of you—”
“Stop.”
Obeying him, she dropped her hand. “Now what.”
“Look to your right.”
At first, when she did, she saw nothing save more blackness. Except … no. There were tiny fissures of glowing red in the wall, as if some ghostly hand had drawn a pattern of dots with a mystical pen.
Tiles, she thought with awe. They were on the opposite side of a tiled partition.
Reaching her hand back out, she touched them.
“Let me go first,” he said. “And do not come out until I say so.”
Stepping aside so that he could trade places with her, she watched as his tremendous palm cut a swath into the subtle cubic pattern …
When he pushed, the tiles broke apart on a seam that was uneven. Except nothing cracked or crumbled; there was no structural damage. It had been built to accommodate such access.
And beyond was a strange, overwhelming light source.
s’Ex walked forward into the circular chamber beyond with that serrated blade up in front of him, ready to attack.
“Clear,” he hissed.
Taking a deep breath, she left the darkness for that amazing light.
Except it wasn’t anything magical. It was normal candlelight, housed in a room of magnificent red marble.