“Clara, what’s on your mind?”
“What?” Startled out of my thoughts, I realized she had her gaze fixed on me. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t question me further, especially after what she and Shay had already put me through the other day. But it seemed that she was ready to give me the runaround. Stopping what she was doing, she turned around, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s not nothing. There really is something going on with you.”
“I… that is…” Stumbling over my words, I tried to form a cohesive thought, but it was impossible. There was just no way to say what I wanted to say, or to express exactly what it was that was inside me. Eventually, I just exhaled slowly. “It’s… complicated,” I managed. “And I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling. That’s all I can really say.”
“That’s fine,” said Maggie. “Just so long as you know I’m always here to speak with—”
The sentiment was interrupted by an eruption of sound. Maggie and I stared at one another, and then in one swift movement, ran outside.
I would never know how they came upon us so quickly. They must have spent ages planning the attack, taking care to ensure that they weren’t seen as they moved in on the compound. All I do know is that in one swift moment, the blissful peace that we had enjoyed ever since the fall of Ak-hal was shattered. We had known that they would make their move eventually, but we hadn’t known when it would come, whether it would be months or years or centuries. Now that instant was here and I felt my world, my peace, being torn apart. All I could do was stand in place as the Kamani flooded the compound’s center, where the Ak-hal who had come to fight had landed, at the ready. What did they want? Why were they doing this? Confusion reigned in my thoughts.
“Clara! Go!” shouted Shay. Now I found myself pushed along and back to safety as Khofti barreled past and out into the fray, shifting, his form becoming furred and developing mass until there was no longer man but an enormous white bear facing the Ak-hal. However, Shay still pushed me along, and that was the last thing I saw before I was pulled inside somewhere hopefully safe. “Khofti thinks they’ve come for us,” she said. “The women,” she clarified.
“What are we going to do?”
“Khofti will make sure I know what’s going on down there. I’ll make sure all the women are safe and accounted for. Clara, you have to help me.”
I nodded. There was no way I would let them take back anybody, not after we had finally found our freedom. Knowing that our time was limited, Shay and I eased back out and along the edges of the pathway, making sure to stay as far away from the fighting as we could as we searched the rooms for any and all human women that we could find.
Already, it was evident that we weren’t moving fast enough. I saw from the corner of my eye one of the Ak-hal shifting into his monstrously beautiful dragon form, his scales gleaming in the arctic light a pale, powdery blue as he took her into his claws and lifted off into the air with her. Shays screams filled the air and it was all that I could do to keep moving to find the others and help move them to safety.
“Nora? Caroline!” I shouted their names, looking for them in the chaos. Finding a couple, I urged them to head toward the area that Shay had designated as a safe spot and then continued in my search, listening as I heard yet another shriek—the mournful wailing of another free woman doomed to return to captivity. “No, no, no,” I murmured to myself as I raced along my way, doing my best to move as quickly as I could along the paths and not watch what was happening on the ground.
And then, a familiar sensation of fear, of dread, a presence that had haunted me for years swept over me. I froze where I stood and my eyes swept up over his lithe body and to his cold, hard face, to those eyes that glowed with such an unnaturally bright light, like fire.
“Kypher,” I exhaled in one breath. As I took in another, he moved forward and swept me up with one arm, pulling me to his chest. I was frozen in terror, despite that I wanted more than anything to get away from him.
“I’ve come to return you to your rightful place. By my side,” he said, his voice gliding over me, as if I was enraptured yet again. Though I knew in the back of my mind that I was free, that I need not listen to him or obey, I still let myself be led along as he moved, and stood still, doing nothing but watch as he shifted.
So many times, I had seen him shift, and yet every time, it was something wonderful and terrible to behold—the process of becoming as his entire being morphed into something larger than life, a dragon with pristine white scales the same color as the frozen tundra that stretched all around us on this icy planet.
Move, I told myself. Cry out for help. Do something. Fixing my eyes on the far-off fight, I willed someone to come and save me. But no one came. Nobody could hear my silent pleas. No one came to rescue me, and I couldn’t rescue myself. I didn’t even scream as he took me up into his claws and swept me away. All I could do was weep.
Chapter 4
In the time that had passed since I found freedom, I had thought often of Kypher. This was despite the pain that he had brought me—the long days and even longer nights in which I had been a slave to my Ak-hal mate and his whims. It wasn’t that I had ever wanted to see him again, or that I desired him. A part of me still could remember those early days of the mating when I had seen him as my savior—as a beautiful, alien creature that had rescued me from a life of drudgery back on Earth.
Though the reality would hit me hard later, it was impossible not to regret my naiveté. Perhaps, if I had been better prepared for what was to come, I could have escaped the many, many years of hardship that would follow. At least, that was what I often told myself.
As Kypher flew with me over the stretches of ice on Aman, it occurred to me that I hadn’t changed much at all—not since I was first brought to the planet, and not since I was freed. I had still allowed him to take me without even attempting to fight. But other things had changed. The ruins of the castle scarred the landscape as a harsh reminder of what I had been through, and I gazed at it as we passed by, remembering all those long years spent under Kypher’s harsh hand. And soon, I could see other objects in the distance—the new home of the Ak-hal where they had rebuilt their civilization.
Kypher settled down on the ice, and I stumbled down beside him, trying to get my bearings. I watched as he transformed back into the shape that I knew so well—the shape that still haunted my memories even after the long years that I had been away from him.
“Finally, I have you back where you belong, Clara,” he said, approaching me and gripping my chin in his strong hands, pulling it up so that my eyes met the flaming wheels of his own blazing gaze. My heart thudded in my chest, so hard and fast that I felt dizzy as I stood there. Instinctually, I tried to turn my head away, but he was too strong and I was helpless to do anything but stand there as he held onto me, reaching out and taking me by the hand. “You should have come with me when you had the chance. Why go with those savages?”
As if it were impossible for him to understand. I finally managed to break myself free from his grip and took a hesitant step back. “They’ll come for me,” I said. “They won’t let you and the other Ak-hal keep me prisoner here.”
“Prisoner?” His voice was tinged with disbelief, as if he really couldn’t understand what it was that I was saying. “You are my mate, Clara. I am taking back what was stolen from me.”
His mate? I was astonished that he really thought that, after all the time that had passed and everything that had happened. But the truth of it was, a ‘mate’ to him wasn’t a partner. A mate to him was an object—a possession. Hence, his feeling that I had been stolen away when really, I had found my freedom.
Shaking my head, I tried to formulate a response to what he had said, but it was impossible. My head was still muddled. I was confused and afraid, and above all, couldn’t believe that this was all happening to me. It didn’t seem real, like this was all some sort of h
azy dream. If I were lucky, I would wake and go to hash things over with Maggie. Maybe we would laugh about how wild my imagination was while we started on our morning chores.
But already, I knew there would be no waking from this. It was all too real, from the cold that bit at me to the hollow feeling already growing inside me as Kypher forced me to walk alongside him toward the base that the Ak-hal built up over the years since they had fled the castle.
Because their old home had been such a point of pride, I knew that having to downsize their base must be a sore spot for the Ak-hal. While they had still managed to create something of beauty in this new base out in the arctic wilds, it was nowhere near as elegant and striking as Argaram Castle had been. Mithrim spires shone in the light, rising high in individual, protected towers. I could see other Ak-hal circling in and around these towers up above, in a strange sort of ballet. These towers all ranged in height, creating a shimmering backdrop against the whiteness. The highest of them stood at the very center, where it seemed to garner some protection from any potential threats. I assumed that this must be where the royal family lived.
Kypher led me to a smaller tower at the edges of the base, near to where we had landed. Several other Ak-hal turned our way when we entered, their eyes sliding my way and fixing on me as soon as Kypher pulled me in beside him. And in addition to the Ak-hal, there was a single human woman in the tower, whose face paled when her gaze fixed on mine. If it weren’t for protocol, I think she would have gasped in recognition. However, I did gasp when I saw her, for it had been a long time since last we met.
“Libba!”
I hadn’t known the woman for long before we parted those many years ago. She had just come to the Ak-hal, on the same ship that had brought Shay. I hadn’t liked her then. She had been a cold, ruthless woman who had jumped at the chance for immortality and who had done everything she could to betray those around her to gain an upper hand for herself. Though perhaps the reason I disliked Libba so much was that she reminded me, just a little, of myself in those early days of my life with the Ak-hal, when the idea of immortality—when the beauty of those beings—had enticed rather than repulsed me. However, seeing her now, it was obvious that something about the woman had changed.
Though she didn’t speak back to me, the disdainful look in her eyes that she’d had in the past disappeared. And I was acutely aware of the fact that even though she was supposed to be mated to Bahir, a noble, she stood here amongst lesser soldiers of the Ak-hal.
“Take her upstairs and dress her appropriately, Libba,” said Kypher. “I want her out of these savages’ rags.”
The other woman gave a short nod, and then I was pushed along and after Libba, toward a narrow set of stairs that spiraled up the tower. I quickly saw that the tower was made up of several floors, each of which was a separate apartment, presumably one for each of the Ak-hal. Libba led me to one of the upper floors and we stepped in together. It was only once we were alone that she quickly turned to me and spoke quickly in a hushed tone.
“Clara. Please. You have to help me get away from this place.” She reached out and took hold of me, a hand on each arm. “I know I was horrible back then. I know I made so many mistakes, and did so many awful things to you and Shay. But—”
“Libba?” I shook my head. She spoke so insistently and so fast that I could hardly wrap my head around what she was saying. “I don’t understand.”
She dropped her head down. I could see the full difference in her now as compared to the way that she had been before. She was a defeated woman, any pride that had been in her before now fully stripped away, leaving her bare and broken. Moving away from me, Libba walked to the edge of a long bed and dropped down. I noted for the first time how thin she was compared to the way that she had been before, and the ashen cast to her skin, feeling a surge of pity despite knowing everything that she had done.
“Bahir—my mate. They executed him not long after we set up our base here. He was one of those they blamed for the fall of Argaram Castle. But because there weren’t any more women…” Her voice faltered. I reached out slowly and let my hand fall on her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” I said softly, but she shook her head.
“They need all the women that they have, so they didn’t execute me with Bahir. Instead, they gave me away, but since I was… impure… I was only fit for a lesser soldier. Uldrith. He’s harsh and cruel. A monster.”
To me, all the Ak-hal were monsters, but I refrained from saying that. Instead, I continued to lay my hand on Libba’s shoulder as she quietly wept, doing her best not to let the sounds leave the room. After several long minutes of this, she looked up at me with her red-rimmed eyes and asked, “Clara? What are the Kamani like?”
“The Kamani? They’re… they’re wonderful,” I said. What else could I say? There were hardly any words good enough to describe them. They were agents of peace. They were a force for greatness. They had helped make me whole again after I had been broken down by my life in Argaram Castle.
“All I ever hear is that they’re beasts,” said Libba. “But I think… I think that I would rather live among beasts than keep on living this way.” She sniffled pathetically and wiped her hand over her face. Then she got up quickly, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to get me ready. She hurried to a large metallic wardrobe and pressed the panel on the front; it opened with a hiss to reveal an array of dresses. Pulling out a simple but elegant pale-green dress, she turned around and made her way toward me. However, I felt an immediate revulsion in the pit of my stomach.
“I won’t wear that,” I said.
Libba stopped where she stood, dress in hand, and gave me a strange look. “But…”
“I didn’t fight when I should have. But that just means I have to start fighting now. I won’t let myself go back to being the way I was before.”
And I realized then that I meant it. I had gone down without a fight, and that had been a mistake. But that only meant that now was the time for me to rise and take a stand. I was terrified, and I didn’t know what would come next, but I couldn’t just keep my head down and remain passive. I would fight back and I would return to the Kamani, where I belonged.
Chapter 5
“What is the meaning of this? You were supposed to dress her.” Kypher stared down at Libba and me from his full height, a picture of cold fury. Libba ducked her head to stare at the floor as he circled around her. It almost seemed that he would strike her. I thought that he might have if she was his mate, but fortunately, the Ak-hal had strict rules against harming a woman who—in their eyes—belonged to another. Still, I felt the need to correct the matter quickly.
“I’ll wear my own clothes,” I said matter of-fact, even though I certainly didn’t feel as strong as I sounded. At that, he turned toward me, and in an instant, I felt all the years that we had spent together as mates pressing in on me and weighing me down. But I couldn’t back down now. “You won’t kill me over something as small as the way I dress,” I pressed on, hoping what I said was true. “Women are too precious to you now.”
The muscles tightened in Kypher’s face. It was obvious that he was angry beyond reason, but it also seemed that he didn’t want to show me that I had gotten under his skin with my words. For a long moment, we simply stood there facing one another, me doing my best not to quail under his cold gaze, until finally he spoke.
“Do you really think your Kamani heroes will come and save you?” he said.
“They’ll come,” I said without even thinking about what I was saying. Of course, they would come. I had no reason to doubt that they would. The Kamani had always outnumbered the Ak-hal, even before the fall of the castle. But there was something about the way he spoke that made me uneasy. “Why wouldn’t they?” I added nervously, unable to help myself, and on saying that, I saw a small smirk slip over his cold face.
“Indeed. Why wouldn’t they?”
“Wh—what? What are you planning?�
� My heart leapt up into my chest then, as I realized the initial attack on the compound hadn’t been the end all, be all of the Ak-hal’s plan. But of course, Kypher wouldn’t tell me anything more. Instead, he would leave me to obsess about this as he forced me out of the tower and across the base, where I would soon see that I wasn’t the only captured woman to enact a quiet rebellion.
As I walked, I saw a familiar redhead walking behind an Ak-hal, also wearing a jumpsuit very similar to my own. I looked up at her and our eyes met across the snowed plain of the base. She nodded at me in greeting, the only acknowledgement we could give one another as Kypher and the other Ak-hal moved in opposite directions. However, toward the end of the day, I came across her again as Kypher brought me to a larger tower where we would have dinner with a crowd of gathered soldiers. I just sat down when I felt someone nudge me in the arm, and turned to see the woman. The Ak-hal who had been leading her earlier stood a few feet away, but engaged in conversation, giving her a moment to lean down and speak with me.
“It’s Clara, right?” she whispered.
“And you’re Jessica?”
“This is insane.” She closed her eyes. “I keep listening for Kali’s voice but he’s too far away.”
That was right. This woman, Jessica, had found a Kamani mate a few years earlier. I felt a sudden stab of pain at thinking of what she must be going through being separated from him. I wanted to say something to her, but before I could get a word out, she was pulled away by the Ak-hal at her side, and Kypher returned to my side. I forced a blank expression on my face and turned to the meal in front of me.
I had realized something. If I would survive until the Kamani came to rescue me—us—I would need to remain impassive, as cold as the ice that covered this planet. While I wouldn’t play into their games—let myself be dressed up like a doll and play the part of Kypher’s mate—that didn’t mean I could be myself around the Ak-hal either. Survival meant emptying myself of any and all emotion.
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