But she made no move to help him.
Darrien collapsed onto the floor, blinking up at her. Ilyenna gaped at the bloody knife in her hands. She wanted to throw it away, but it was all that stood between her and Darrien.
She imagined facing Metha in the morning. The Tyrans would kill Ilyenna. She glanced down at Darrien and realized he had either passed out or died. She threw the knife onto the bed and wiped her bloody hands on her wedding dress. She felt like she was suffocating. She threw open the window, gasping for breath. She looked down. Too far to jump, but not far enough to kill her.
She closed her eyes and felt the warm breeze on her face. The smell of flowers was so strong. She’d only smelled them that strong twice before. Could it be? She peered into the gloom. Leto stood at the edge of the woods. She was plump now and her flesh seemed to glow with golden light.
She was staring at Ilyenna with something close to fury in her gaze.
“Please,” Ilyenna choked out. “Please help me.”
A flash of pain crossed the summer queen’s ebony face. She began slowly backing away.
“No!” Ilyenna gasped. “No! Come back!”
Leto was gone. Somehow, Ilyenna knew the queen hadn’t just slipped into the forest—she had truly disappeared. Ilyenna could feel it. She leaned against the windowsill. For the first time, she almost wished she’d let Rone die.
Hating herself for the thought, she let out a sob. She took a breath of the cold air. She felt the cold seeping into her skin, into her muscles. It felt so comforting, so good. Collapsed against the windowsill, she tried to come up with a plan. But she could see no way of escaping her fate. Truly the dead had marked her as their own.
Her cries were so hard she didn’t hear it at first. It was a loud whisper before she finally swallowed a sob and listened. “Ilyenna.”
She straightened and glanced around in shock. In a matter of moments, clouds had rolled in, covering the stars with threatening gray swirls. A frigid gust blew her hair behind her before enveloping the room. When had it turned so cold?
“Ilyenna.”
Leaning out the window, she looked up at the sky. A single snowflake sped toward her. Ilyenna’s heart stuttered. Could it really be one of the winter fairies, in the middle of summer?
The snowflake twisted and twirled toward Ilyenna. She stretched out her hand. She didn’t know why, but she had to catch it. Suddenly, the snowflake shot forward and landed on Ilyenna’s hand.
Some part of her was aware of Darrien bleeding on the floor, but the rest of her was focused on the snowflake. It didn’t melt, and hope soared in Ilyenna’s chest. Then the snowflake vanished. In its place was a tiny, ice-blue fairy with rabbit-fur wings. Chriel.
Her voice sounded like singing crystals. “I know you, Ilyenna. Know you as I know the language of the storms, the frost flowers that bloom in the ice, the sleeping sighs of the bears in their caves. You think of yourself as a healer. But as a winter queen, you will become a destroyer.”
Ilyenna could only stare at the terrible beauty of the fairy.
Chriel fluttered her wings. “The powers of winter will allow you to save yourself and the ones you love. But there is a price. Before, you hadn’t become winter yet. To do so is to be reborn. And after that, you’ll never break free.”
“I’ll no longer be human?” Ilyenna asked.
Chriel cocked her thimble-sized head to the side. “You will give up your humanity. All of it—your memories, your emotions. You will be shattered, melted down, and reformed into something new.” The fairy paused, looking sad. “To save yourself and the ones you love, you will have to lose them.”
Ilyenna thought of her clan. Even now, the Raiders were coming down the pass. High Chief Burdin had called for every clanman in the lands. That meant it was bad. And the reinforcements might not make it in time.
Ilyenna shook her head. “I’ve already lost them.”
Chriel fluttered off Ilyenna’s palm and pressed her lips to Ilyenna’s.
25. Winter’s Kiss
With the power of an avalanche, winter raged in Ilyenna’s ears. Her already shattered soul was ground to powder and melted, then remade and reformed. She was Ilyenna no more. In an instant, winter had transformed her from a thinking, feeling woman into a force of nature. As cold and wind and snow embraced her, her fears and memories were frozen beneath a thick layer of ice.
She stood, reveling in her power and her oneness with winter. Her connection with millions of winter fairies snapped into place. She felt their joy at reuniting with her, their thrill at the chance for an early summer storm. They were an extension of herself. Their emotions were her own. The beating of her heart fell into rhythm with theirs.
Hefting her skirts, she stepped onto the sill.
Rough hands pulled her back. “I knew you had magic! I knew it. You will share it with me.”
A man pointed a bloodied knife at her. She blinked at him, an unnamed distaste on her tongue. Who was he? What madness made him think he had the right to threaten her, the winter queen? But she was not one for violence. Especially against one so weak. “You don’t want my anger, human.”
He shook her. “Heal me!”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t try my patience.”
He shoved the knife under her chin. “I’m dying. Heal me or I’ll take you with me.”
As one, Ilyenna felt the fairies’ emotions turn with hers, from playful to rage. That rage roared in her ears like a thousand blizzards. “A fairy’s kiss has the power to heal,” she said.
The man hesitated as if some part of him sensed his peril, but then he grasped Ilyenna’s head and pulled her mouth to his. When their lips met, she breathed out a full blizzard.
One snowflake was nothing dangerous, but Ilyenna spit out thousands. The man coughed and sputtered as they invaded his lungs. He tried to push away from her, but she held him fast, filling him with wind cold enough to freeze the sap in the trees. When she finally released him, a ring of hoarfrost coated his mouth. His lips were blue, and jagged bits of ice hung from his chin. His eyes wide, he clutched his throat, his mouth working like a fish. He no longer had the ability to draw breath, for she had frozen his lungs.
“A fairy’s kiss also has the power to kill,” she said.
His veins stood out on his neck. He stumbled, panic on his face.
She reached toward him. She felt no more enmity. He’d paid with his life. “Tell the dead the winter queen wishes them well. After all, we serve the same side of the Balance.” She pressed her fingers to the man’s neck and allowed her cold to surge into him.
He froze, a rictus of pain on his face. Ilyenna cocked her head to the side. Such a horrific sight. With a gentle push, she tipped him over. He shattered into a million pieces.
“Now he knows how it feels.” She wasn’t sure why she’d said the words, but they felt right.
The fire snapped in the hearth. It was making the room unbearably warm. Ilyenna held out her hand. Ice flowed from her palm, freezing the flames in place. “Ah,” she sighed. “Much better.”
But her relief over the man’s death was short lived. The fairies were still furious—unlike Ilyenna, their anger hadn’t been assuaged by his death. They wanted their own vengeance. Entwined as their minds were, their emotions overwhelmed her. Their need became hers.
She heard voices and turned. Qari, Tanyis, and Ursella flew into the room. Ilyenna let out a squeal of delight. Each of them came and pressed their lips to hers. Winter embraced her more tightly.
Qari, her wings like frost flowers, beamed. “Summer has withdrawn.”
“We are free to dance!” Tanyis fluttered her wings in excitement.
Beating her wings like shards of ice so fast they blurred, Ursella zoomed across the room and hovered above what remained of the dead man. Her tiny nose turned up in disgust. “Your kind will pay for that.”
Ilyenna heard the other fairies outside the window. They’d come quickly, filling the air with the sound of their wings. They’d brought the blizzard on their backs. If she didn’t let them release their anger, they’d be sullen all summer. “Very well,” she told them. “Let’s dance.”
She closed her eyes and let winter take her over, transforming her into a thousand flakes. She roared from the room. If any of the humans happened to look up, they’d only see the snowy outline of a woman raging through the heavens. Instead of wings, they’d only hear the rush of the wind, the clash of the flakes.
Calling the storm, she sped across the land. Her fairies joined her. But there was malice as they drove the storm. They sent the snow pelting against the buildings, howling down the chimneys to snuff out the fires. They pelted any wayfarers.
As they raged, Ilyenna happened over high mountains. She saw many, many men. At first, her fairies attacked them as they had the others. But for some reason, the sight of them made her memories churn beneath the frozen barrier that held them back.
A word bubbled up from the frozen ice that held the memories of her past life. Raiders.
Her fury built, piling up inside her like the snow on the ground. Her fairies reacted to her rage. Ilyenna forced her mouth open wide and swallowed the men, driving them into whatever shelter they could find. She rooted them out of hollowed logs, from beneath blankets. She showed no mercy, sending them to the dead in droves.