“You’re cleaning up this mess,” Nyktos directed Ector then led me from the chamber.
“Gladly,” Ector remarked. “I think I’m going to need a bucket and a mop. Possibly a broom…” He trailed off under the Primal’s glare. “Or I could just use some towels and stuff.”
I started to look over my shoulder, but Nyktos led me toward the chaise as Rhain entered the bedchamber, drawing up short.
“Do I even want to know?” Rhain asked, sword in hand.
“Hamid just tried to assassinate Sera,” Saion answered from the doorway to the bathing chamber.
Confusion marked Rhain’s expression as he sheathed his sword. “Why in the hell would Hamid do that?”
“That’s what I would like to know.” Nyktos sat me down on the chaise. Flames roared to life from the quiet fireplace, causing me to jerk. My wide gaze slid to him. “Primal magic,” he said absently as if he’d only lit a candle. “Where is your robe?”
“I…I don’t know.”
He grabbed a throw blanket and then stopped. “You don’t need to let go of the piece of wood, but you do need to let go of the towel,” he said softly, and I blinked, realizing I was still holding the broken leg. “No one is looking.”
At that moment, I honestly didn’t care if the entire Shadowlands Court saw. I let go of the towel, and then the warm, soft weight of the blanket settled over my shoulders. I curled my fingers into the edges with one hand because I wasn’t exactly ready to part with the only weapon I had.
“I wish I had my dagger,” I murmured to no one in particular.
Everyone, including Nyktos, looked at me as if I’d possibly suffered some injury to the head. I sighed.
“How did he even get in here?” Rhain turned to the doors, stalking back to them. He checked them over. “There appears to be no forced entry.”
“I left the doors unlocked.” I briefly closed my eyes. “I thought someone would be guarding it.”
“Same,” Rhain murmured, looking over his shoulder at Nyktos.
I stared at the Primal, equally confused. Had he not made sure someone was outside to ensure I didn’t do anything?
A muscle ticked in Nyktos’ jaw. “I hadn’t quite gotten to that part yet.”
“He’s had a busy morning,” Saion chimed in. “First, assuring you and the others clucking around him like mother hens that he was okay, and then he had to check on the damage to the Rise.”
I didn’t know what to think about him not making it a priority that I was a…a prisoner. “Was there damage to the Rise?”
“Minimal,” Nyktos answered.
“And were there more deaths?” I asked.
He looked back at me. For a moment, I didn’t think he’d answer. Or that maybe he would accuse me of not caring. “There were injuries, but none that should be fatal.”
Exhaling softly, I nodded. That was good news, at least. “So,” I drew the word out as I looked up at the Primal. “A man who was a complete stranger just tried to kill me.”
“Appears that way,” Nyktos agreed flatly, sweeping his thumb over my chin before seeming to catch himself. He dropped his hand and rose. Several moments passed. “Did he say anything?”
“Only that…that he was sorry and had to do it,” I told them.
“Why would he think he had to do that?” Rhain asked. “Hell, I never would have expected something like that from him.”
“Did you know him well?”
“Well enough to know that he was a quiet man and kept to himself. Kind and generous,” Rhain said. “And he hated Kolis as much as any of us.”
I zeroed in on that. “Did he live here long?”
Nyktos nodded. “He was a godling that never Ascended—didn’t have enough eather in him for the change to take hold, but his mother wanted to be a part of his life. She was a goddess.”
“Was?” I whispered.
“She was killed several years ago.” Nyktos didn’t elaborate.
And he didn’t need to. “Kolis?”
“He destroyed her soul,” Nyktos told me, and my chest hollowed. “I don’t even know what caused it. She was in a different Court at the time. It could’ve been anything—a perceived slight or a refusal to obey him. He made sure Hamid learned the details of her death.”
“Gods,” I whispered, sickened.
Saion glanced at me, his gaze straying to my throat—to the mark Nyktos left behind. I shifted the blanket higher. “Is it possible that he somehow found out what she plans to do?”
I stiffened.
“That’s impossible,” Rhain countered. “No one would dare speak of what she plans.”
“Planned,” I mumbled, but no one seemed to hear me.
“You know damn well that none of us would’ve disobeyed his orders. We wouldn’t want to piss him off.” Ector popped his head out of the bathing chamber. “And unlike me, Nyktos would think before destroying the soul so he could continue to fuck with us after we’re dead.”
But what would be the reason for a mortal I’ve never interacted with to feel as if they need to kill me? Then it occurred to me. “He came to visit Gemma. I guess during the attack or afterwards,” I said, and Nyktos turned to me. “Aios said that Gemma was only awake briefly. Not long enough to discover if she knew what had happened to her. Is it possible that she knows and said something to Hamid when Aios wasn’t there?”
“That’s possible,” Nyktos stated.
“Gemma is still here.” Ector brushed past Saion, holding a pile of towels in his arms. “She was asleep when I checked on her, and that was right before I met up with you all downstairs. So, that was…what? Less than thirty minutes ago?”
Nyktos turned to Rhain. “Find Aios and see if there was a time that Hamid was alone with Gemma. Have Aios stay with her, even if she is still asleep. Then I want you to check out Hamid’s house and the bakery he worked at. See if you can find out anything of interest.”
“Of course.” Rhain glanced at me, bowed, and then quickly left the room.
I was still thinking of what Gemma could’ve told Hamid. “But if Gemma realized that she died and I brought her back, why would that cause Hamid to try and kill me? He was concerned about Gemma. Wouldn’t he be happy that she’s alive?”
“You’d think. That’s a good question I would’ve loved to have answered.” Nyktos sent a pointed stare at Ector, who studied the floor as if it were of great interest. Nyktos shifted his focus back to me. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, and I nodded. He still came back to where I was sitting. “Let me see your neck again.”
I sat still as his fingers brushed my hair back, grazing my shoulder, desperately trying not to think about how he’d touched me before—how he’d held me. His gaze lifted to mine, and when he spoke, I thought his voice sounded thicker, richer. “I don’t think it will bruise.”
“Are you reading my emotions again?”
He said nothing as he let go of my hair, his fingers brushing my cheek—his warm fingers.
“Oh, my gods.” I shot up.
Nyktos eyed the broken leg I held as if he were half-afraid I’d use it against him, which was absurd enough that it actually made me want to use it. “What?”
“Your skin. It’s warm,” I told him, having forgotten that until now. “It’s been warm since last night, after you…” I trailed off as Ector looked over at us, his expression curious. “Well, since last night. Is it because you fed?”
Nyktos frowned. “No. That wouldn’t have changed it. My skin has been cool for as long as I can remember. Kolis’s skin most likely felt the same way.”
“Well, it’s not that way now,” I told him. “Can’t you tell?” When he shook his head, I looked over at the two remaining gods. “Haven’t any of you noticed it?”
Saion coughed out a laugh. “Why would we?”
“It’s pretty noticeable.”
“If one of us is touching him,” Ector returned. “And none of us walk around touching him. He doesn’t like to be touched.”
I lifted my brows and looked over at Nyktos. “I didn’t get that impression.”
“Yeah, well, he enjoys your kind of touching,” Ector stated. Shockingly, I felt my face heat.
Nyktos turned to the god. “Do you have a death wish today?” he growled, and I began to wonder the same thing.
“I’m beginning to think I do,” Ector murmured and then shifted the bundle of towels. “But let me touch you. See if she’s telling the truth.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why would I lie about that?”
“Why would we not question everything that comes out of your mouth now?” Nyktos shot back.
A hundred different retorts burned my tongue, but every part of me locked up as I stood there. His accusation was warranted, but the coldness in his tone reminded me so much of my mother that it rattled me to my core.
Ector moved toward Nyktos as the Primal stared at me, his features unreadable. Forcing myself to remember Sir Holland’s breathing instructions, I focused on Ector.
The god touched Nyktos’ hand. Immediately, Ector’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, your skin is warm.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Nyktos was still staring at me. I could feel it. “It…it has to be your blood.”
“If it is, it’s not like I did it on purpose.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that.”
“Are you sure—?” I sucked in a stuttered breath, dropping the wooden leg as a sharp ache darted across my skull and along my jaw, leaving a webbing of shivery pain in its wake.
Nyktos stepped toward me. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I bit out, pressing a palm against the side of my face. I squinted at the suddenly too-bright lights.
“Does your head hurt?”
“Or your face?” Ector asked.
“A little.” I drew in a shallow breath as the throbbing ache settled deep in my temple and under my eyes. “It’s just a…a headache. I’m fine. Shouldn’t we be heading into—whoa,” I murmured, blinking as the floor felt like it rolled slightly under my feet. “That felt odd.”
Nyktos was suddenly beside me. He clasped my arm, and I barely felt the jolt of his touch. “What did?”
“The floor,” I said, and his frown deepened.
“Are you dizzy?” Nyktos asked, and I started to nod, realizing that was rather dumb as the pain deepened. “I took too much of your blood—”
“It’s not that,” I told him. “I’ve had these headaches before—sometimes in my temples and under my eyes. Other times in my jaw.”
His brows snapped down. “How often have you gotten them?”
“On and off. Only this…this intense once before. I think there may be something wrong with one of my teeth. There’s been a bit of blood when I brush,” I told him.
Ector lowered the towels and stared at me. “When did that start?”
“The blood?” I winced.
“Any of it,” Nyktos demanded.
“I don’t know. A couple of years ago. It’s not…it’s not a big deal. My mother gets them sometimes, too. The headaches. So maybe it’s just that.”
Nyktos’ features were strangely stark as he stared down at me, too. “I’m not so sure that is the cause.”
“Then what would it be?” I asked.
“Impossible,” Saion breathed, and I’d never seen the god so unsettled.
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s impossible.”
“What?” I forced out around the throbbing ache. “What is impossible?”
“What I’m thinking is impossible, but I think I know what might help,” Nyktos said and then turned to the gods. All it took was for him to send them one look, and they left the chamber. “Why don’t you lay down? I’ll be back shortly.”
For once, I didn’t argue with him. I nodded. He started for the door and then stopped. “There will be a guard outside this chamber,” he said, his head lowered slightly. “You’ll be safe.”
Nyktos slipped from the room before I could say anything, and with how badly my head ached, I couldn’t even read into that or what he’d thought was impossible. Remembering where my robe was, I went to the wardrobe and managed to slip it on. On the way back to the bed, I did stop to pick up the broken wooden leg. There was blood on the end of it, and a guard stationed outside or not, I wasn’t taking any chances.
I climbed into bed, all but burying my face in the mound of pillows. I wasn’t alone for long. Nektas arrived shortly after the Primal had left. He didn’t say a word, and my head hammered too much to be bothered by his silence.
The draken was currently out on the balcony, having left the door half-open. Every so often, when I had my eyes open, I saw him pass in front of the door as if he were checking on me.
It wasn’t all that long before he entered the chamber and announced as he had before that Nyktos was arriving.
“Can you sense him?” I asked, half of my face still planted in the pillows. Nektas nodded and stopped in the middle of the room. “Is it…the bond?”
The question earned me another nod.
“Do you like being bonded to a Primal?”
He nodded once more. “For most of us, it is a choice.” Nektas looked at me then, his gaze unblinking. “We undertake the bond of our own free will, and because of that, we see it as an honor. As does the Primal.”
For most of us? “Did the bond transfer from his father to him?”
“No. It doesn’t work that way. When his father died, it severed the bond. Those who are bonded to Nyktos have done so by choice.”
“And the ones who don’t fall into the most of us category?” I asked, wincing as the throbbing in my head told me to be quiet.
Nektas didn’t answer right away. “The bond can be forced, as nearly all things can. Some draken aren’t given that choice.”
“What…what about the draken last night? The crimson-colored one?”
“I do not know if he chose the bond or not, but I do know that Kolis does not give a choice.”
The door opened before I could ask how Kolis or any Primal could force a bond. Nyktos stalked in, carrying a large tankard. His gaze immediately landed on me and didn’t stray. “Thank you,” he said to the draken. And then to me he said, “How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“She lies,” Nektas advised.
“How do you know?” I muttered.
“Draken have an acute sense of smell.” Nyktos sat beside me. “Along with sight and hearing.”
“Pain has a smell?”
“Everything has a scent,” Nektas answered as I eyed him wryly. “Every person has a unique scent.”
“What do I smell like?” I asked.
“You smell of…” He inhaled deeply as my lip curled. “You smell of death.”
I stared at him from my pile of pillows, mouth hanging open. “That was rude.”
Nyktos cleared his throat as he lowered his chin. “He may be speaking of me.”
“I am,” the draken confirmed.
I glanced at Nyktos and then realized what he meant. Warmth crept up my throat. “I did bathe—”
“That will not wash away such a scent,” Nektas countered.
I stared at them. “Well, that’s...even more rude to point out.”
Nektas tilted his head, and his nostrils flared when he inhaled once more. “You also smell of—”
“You can stop now,” I told him. “I changed my mind. I don’t need to know.”
He looked a bit disappointed.
“I brought you something to drink that I think might help with the headache,” Nyktos said. “It doesn’t taste the greatest, but it works.”
Pushing myself up, I reached for the tankard. “Is it some kind of tea?” I asked, curling my fingers around the warm cup. “Sir Holland made me some when I had a headache this bad before.”
“It is a tea, but I doubt it’s the same,” Nyktos answered. “This should bring you relief.”
“His tea made the headache go awa
y.” I sniffed the dark liquid. “Smells the same.” I took a sip, recognizing the sweet and earthy, minty flavor. “Tastes the same. Chasteberry? Peppermint? And other herbs I can’t remember? And let me guess, I need to drink all of this while it’s still warm?”
Surprise flickered across Nyktos’ face. “Yes.”
“It’s the same, thank the gods.” I took a larger drink and then forced myself to down the remaining contents.
“That was…impressive,” Nektas murmured.
“It also hurt a little,” I rasped, eyes and throat stinging. “But it works, so it’s worth it.”
Nyktos took the empty tankard from me. “Are you positive that it’s the same tea?”
“Yes.” I snuggled back down onto my side. “It’s the same. Sir Holland had given me an extra pouch of the herbs in case the headache returned.”
“Did he say why he thought the tea would help?” Nektas asked.
“Not that I remember.” I shoved my hands under a pillow. “My mother has migraines, so maybe he thought I was experiencing the same and figured it would help.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Nyktos frowned as he placed the tankard on the nightstand. “There is no way a mortal would have knowledge of this type of tea.”
I raised a brow, already feeling the pounding lessening. “Is the tea special or something?”
“It would not be known in the mortal realm.” Nektas glanced at the Primal and then his gaze landed on me. “You’re sure this Sir Holland is mortal?”
“Yes.” I laughed. “He’s mortal.” I glanced between the two of them. “Maybe the tea is more well-known than you all realize.”
“Maybe you’re wrong about this Sir Holland being mortal,” Nektas returned.
“When exactly did the headaches start?” Nyktos cut in. “You said a couple of years ago?”
My gaze shifted back to him. “I don’t know. Maybe a year and a half ago? Close to two?”
“That’s not a couple of years ago,” Nyktos pointed out.
“Sorry. My head felt like it was being ripped in two when I was being interrogated about it earlier.”
Nyktos’ lips twisted as if he were fighting a smile. “And they weren’t always intense like the one today?”
“Right. Normally, I can ignore them, and they eventually go away. This is only the second time I got one this severe.”
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