He arched his eyebrows. “Not ruthless? Then what did you do to those two poor vampires?”
I fell silent. I had no desire to engage with his mind games. He obviously wanted something, and I just needed him to get to the point.
He frowned at the mess in my tiny room. “Well, it certainly appears that you’ve made the most of your life since you left my care. Impressive what you’ve done with the place. And I very much like the look of you in a headlamp.”
I narrowed my eyes, still gripping the knife. “Funny,” I purred. “I must have missed out on a few housekeeping lessons when I was living on a dirt floor underground. The conditions in my cage never seemed to bother you. In fact, I thought you liked me surrounded by filth. Keep the monsters in their place, right?”
Okay. He was definitely getting to me. Of course he was. He was Baleros.
“What do you want?” I barked, eager to get this over with.
“I have a task for you,” he said.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. I wouldn’t let him see that he was rattling me.
“Why would I do anything for you?” I pressed the point of my knife to my fingertip, twirling it. “How about I stab you in the throat instead, then run your body full of iron nails?”
“I don’t think so, Arianna.” His face still betrayed no emotion. “You know better than to attack someone who would slaughter you within moments. But I must say, I’m surprised you’re not living with Ciara. Wouldn’t she be safer in your company?”
My stomach dropped. Why was he bringing up Ciara? He didn’t give a shit about Ciara. As my helper, she’d been a servant to a slave—the lowest of the low. I was surprised he even knew her name.
“My dear Arianna,” he said. “I know you’ve internalized all my laws. All of them apart from the second one: Caring for others makes you weak. You have a pathetic tendency to grow attached to anyone who shows you the smallest bit of kindness.”
My blood turned to ice, and my legs started shaking. I could no longer control my voice. “What have you done with Ciara?” Fury snapped through my nerve endings. It was taking every ounce of my restraint not to lunge for him right now. “What do you want from me?”
He rose, towering over me. Then, he pulled out a mobile phone. He swiped the screen, and an image came up—Ciara, tied to a chair in a bare room. At the sight of her, icy dread tightened its grip around my heart.
A light shone on her, and tears streamed down her face. She looked like she was screaming, rattling the chair in her panic, but a gag bound her mouth. Her vampire shirt was torn at the shoulder, as if she’d struggled.
Rage shook me.
Baleros shoved the phone back into his pocket. “She’s in my care until you get me what I want.”
“What the fuck do you want?” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Something called the World Key.”
Wrath spiraled in my mind. “The what?”
“You met a few spell-slayers tonight, didn’t you? Of course, they recruit anyone who fights well enough. I knew you’d fight well, my little monster.”
Understanding crashed into me like a freezing wave. “You turned me in, didn’t you?”
A slow shrug. “I need you to join their ranks. I need the World Key, and the Institute has it. Those two slayers you met marked you, didn’t they? They’re going to recruit you. And you’re going to go with them willingly. Find the key and steal it for me. A spell-slayer known as Ruadan possesses it. It’s a simple task.”
It was taking everything in my power not to attack him right now. “You set me up. You set all of this up.”
My rage didn’t faze him. “If you don’t give the key to me within two weeks, I will feed sweet little Ciara to my dragon. When you have it, send a message through one of the Tower’s ravens. I’ll come find you.”
He didn’t have a dragon, but that was beside the point. He’d kill Ciara brutally, and he’d send me the photos. I knew that much.
Violence simmered in my blood, and I gritted my teeth. “What do you want this key for?”
He cocked his head, studying me. “A state of chaos is like unmolded clay, ready to be shaped by our wills. Anarchy is the opportunity to remake the world the way we want it.”
I was in no mood for his lessons now. “Just don’t do anything to Ciara, and I’ll get you your bloody key.”
He wagged a finger in my face. “But do not cross me, my Amazon Terror. I have eyes within the Institute, and if you betray me, I will destroy Ciara. Then you will die with the knowledge that you killed her.”
I’d get him his key. But as soon as Ciara was safe, I’d find a way to kill him. The more power a man like him had, the worse the world would be.
Chapter 5
I locked the door to my room from the inside and dropped to the floor, trembling. I picked up my phone to dial Ciara’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.
How had Baleros reacted so quickly after the spell-slayers had found me? How had he even known about it?
While my mind was whirling over all the possibilities, a powerful force slammed against the door. Another hit, and the wood splintered, fracturing into my room. I leapt to my feet. On the other side of the broken door stood Aengus and the Wraith, the latter’s body shrouded in tendrils of darkness. Having just decimated my door, the Wraith pulled back his fist.
My stomach curdled again. There was something entirely unnerving about the shadows surrounding him. They writhed like ghostly serpents, sending chills rippling over my skin.
“You really could have just knocked like a normal person,” I said, composing myself.
The Wraith didn’t answer. He just reached through the broken wood to turn the doorknob. His cold, violet gaze promised savagery if I crossed him. In short, we were off to a wonderful start.
As he stepped into the room, Aengus gave a slow shrug. “Apologies. Something seems to have made him uneasy. He doesn’t speak, so his motives are anyone’s guess.”
Oh, lovely. A voiceless, psychotic fae who I’m pretty sure wants to gut me.
Aengus frowned at me. “What in the name of the gods are you wearing on your head? Is this a gutter fae accessory?”
“It’s a headlamp. It’s practical. Our electricity doesn’t work so well. And if you’re trying to irritate me by calling me a gutter fae, it won’t work. I’ve been called far worse by better people.”
The Wraith sniffed the air like an animal scenting prey. When his eyes met mine again, he snarled. For one terrible moment, I was certain he was going to rip my head off. Then, he backed away again, and I loosed the breath I’d been holding.
I narrowed my eyes at Aengus. “I stabbed you in the neck. Even if it wasn’t iron, how did you recover so fast?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, amusement curling his lips. “Ah, but you’re a gutter fae. The Mor like us aren’t quite so easily defeated.”
I let him see my dramatic eye roll. The Mor were an ancient race of the fae. I didn’t know much about them, but I was quickly getting the impression that their arrogance and snobbery vastly outweighed the allure of their beauty.
“Right. Sounds like a load of bollocks,” I said. “I’m going to hazard a guess that you have exceptionally skilled healers in your pretty little palace. The noble Mor must need them a lot, considering you managed to get stabbed while ganging up on a solitary female gutter fae.”
Aengus shrugged. “Your appearance threw me off, and I didn’t want to hurt you. I don’t enjoy killing beautiful women.”
I nodded. “You’re good with murdering the ugly ones, though, right? Aren’t you the gentleman.”
“Since you’re apparently so perceptive, Arianna, do you know why we’re here?”
I touched the back of my neck. “I found a mark you left. Honestly, it was pretty hard to miss.” I couldn’t tell him the information Baleros had passed on to me, so I had to act natural. Or, as natural as one could act after two fae warriors busted down the door to your room a
nd insulted your headlamp. “And your chatty friend left a note about joining you. You’ll have to fill me in on the rest.”
“The Shadow Fae have decided to recruit you as a novice. If you can survive the first trial,” he continued, “you’ll be matched with one of six knights as your mentor.”
“Matched?”
“You’ll spend day and night with your mentor, learning to be….” He gestured at my room. “Better than you are now.”
I cocked my head. “Quite the intense relationship.”
“Arianna.” His silky voice caressed my skin. “Living with us is surely a step up from how you’re living now.”
He was insulting me, but his voice promised seduction, and somehow, I forgot to take offense. Pretty men were annoying that way.
And maybe he had a point. A musty smell hung heavily over my apartment—if it could even be called an apartment. It was a single room, with a hot plate where I cooked my dinner and a tiny sink. I had no bed. I slept on the floor—a relic of my old gladiator days.
I blinked at the mess around me. Crisp wrappers, an empty bottle of Jack, some of my dirty clothes. Cleaning wasn’t really my forte. But that’s what happens when you spend six years in a cage, I guess.
I crossed my arms. “Considering I’m a gutter fae slob—why exactly would you recruit me?”
He took another step closer, and he leaned down to whisper. “As you pointed out, you managed to stab me.” His voice warmed the shell of my ear. “Normally, I’d never let a female get that close to me unless we were engaged in a more enjoyable activity.”
I took a step away from him. Was he here to recruit me, or seduce me?
“You will compete with the other novices,” he continued. “And probably die. But if you don’t, you will be given the chance to become a Knight of the Shadow Fae, like us.”
“A Knight of the Shadow Fae? Is that what you call yourselves? Everyone else says ‘spell-slayer.’”
“We don’t like that term.”
“Of course not,” I said. “It sounds unpleasant. What if I say no?”
Aengus quirked a smile. “Then you’ll die, obviously. You’re an outlaw. You have no rights.”
“I’m not sure I like my options.”
Surprise flickered in Aengus’s green eyes. “We normally don’t even bother with your type, but it was his idea. I’m not sure why. My companion here typically hates fae like you.”
“Fae like me? You mean, someone with an actual personality?”
“No,” said Aengus. “From what we’ve seen, you’re a rule-breaking, impulsive slob prone to heavy drinking and undignified bar brawls. Your entire existence literally serves no purpose.”
“I feel like there might have been an insult somewhere in there, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“You’re being given a chance at greatness, to live in a fortress and eat the food of knights, and you’d prefer to live like an animal, in a room covered in empty bottles and crisp packets?”
“Animals don’t eat crisps or drink from bottles.” I narrowed my eyes to deliver my final, stinging retort. “Animals don’t even have hands.”
“Quite clever for someone wearing a headlamp because they couldn’t pay their bills.”
“You play your cards right, I might get you your own headlamp someday. If you could see in the dark, maybe you could avoid the stakes flying at your neck.”
This was all for show. For Ciara’s sake, I was going with them no matter what, but it would perhaps raise suspicions if I just gave in without putting up a bit of a fight. After all, I was clearly an undignified, bar-brawling slob whose life served no purpose, and it might look a little suspect if I suddenly cared about achieving greatness.
I nodded at the Wraith. Shadows writhed around him. “And you’re telling me I could end up roommates with Good Time Charlie over here?”
A slow shrug. “It’s a possibility.”
A distinctly unpleasant possibility, but Ciara’s life was at stake. “Why did you let me come back here at all? Why not just take me from the street?”
“We need permission from Grand Master Savus before any outsiders can pass through our gates, and we knew you wouldn’t be going far with the fatigue spell placed on you.”
“Okay. So I room with you or die. I get it. What happens now?”
“Now, you come with us. If you can pass the threshold outside the Institute, you become a novice.”
“The threshold? You mean the glowing moat thing?”
“Enough questions,” said Aengus. “It’s time to go.”
I cast a nervous glance at the Wraith, whose cowl covered most of his face. Still, I could tell by the rigid set of his shoulders that tension gripped him. I couldn’t tell if that was from the state of my room, my status as a gutter fae, or if he’d had the misfortune to encounter Uncle Darrell and his ballsack anecdotes on the way in here. But whatever the case, the feel of his keenly intelligent eyes on me raised goosebumps on my skin. I was pretty sure he didn’t miss much.
I was supposed to steal a key from one of these guys. What would someone like the Wraith do if one of his enemies stole something important from him? I didn’t imagine it would be pretty.
Thinking of Ciara locked up in a cell somewhere, I knew I didn’t have a choice. Ciara wasn’t a warrior. She’d been raised in some backwater American hellhole by an aunt who beat the crap out of her, and I’m pretty sure she’d never once fought back. After we’d escaped our underground life with Baleros, Ciara had saved up to buy a set of soft toys that she placed around her bed at night for safety. She had one called Mr. Huggins that she cuddled whenever she had nightmares.
Now, she’d found herself stuck in a real live nightmare, and no amount of soft toy protectors would get her out of it.
I snatched my bug-out bag off the floor.
“You won’t be needing your things,” said Aengus. “The Institute will provide everything you need.”
My jaw tightened. “I take this everywhere.”
With a lightning-fast reflex, the Wraith snatched it from me. He rifled through it. Then, he plucked out each knife from the bag and shoved it back at me. At least I had my emergency supplies and my lollipops. And duct tape, should things get really interesting with my roommate.
Most importantly, I still had the iron knife strapped to my thigh.
I scanned the room, grabbing a bottle of Jack on my way out the door. No way in hell was I leaving that behind.
Chapter 6
We approached the Institute, and I sucked in a deep breath.
What knowledge did they keep behind their ancient stone walls? What magical secrets and ancient teachings?
I pushed a strand of damp hair out of my eyes, staring up at the medieval tower as we moved closer.
After the angelic apocalypse decades ago, the world had descended into a dark period known as the Anarchy. Fae, demons, and humans battled to fill the power vacuum. In the end, humans agreed to let the fae nobility—these arseholes—act as enforcers. They were supposed to keep the peace. All other supernaturals were locked in magical realms.
And now? I’d find out exactly what secrets they’d been hoarding behind their walls.
We drew closer to the Institute. Its beaming spires and moat illuminated our bodies with blue and gold. The ancient stone walls loomed above the Thames. A bridge spanned the moat of light, leading to a stone gatehouse with two stout towers.
A fortress, one that had stood here for over a thousand years, a symbol of human achievement and conquest—and now the fae had taken it over. They’d made it their own. When the humans had cut a deal with the Shadow Fae, had they realized they’d be submitting to them?
I couldn’t help but wonder about what magical knowledge lurked behind those walls now that they’d turned it into the Institute. Whatever it was, I wanted it for myself. The spell-slayers were right—magic was power.
Weirdly, my stomach started rumbling with hunger. It was hardly the time to think about
food, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the lollipops in my backpack. I fought the nearly overwhelming impulse to pull them out now. I needed to act at least a little cool in front of the slayers.
My two new friends flanked me, and Aengus slid his green eyes to me. “Ruadan and I will cross the bridge. When we get to the other side, you set out for the gatehouse, too.”
I froze. Oh, bollocks. The Wraith was Ruadan? The person I was supposed to steal a key from?
I swallowed hard. “Why doesn’t Ruadan talk?”
Shadows slid around Ruadan, and I glanced at his hands—powerful hands that could crush a man’s windpipe within seconds. This would not be easy.
I’d never hated Baleros more than I did at that moment.
“Don’t worry about why he doesn’t speak,” said Aengus. “Just worry about staying alive in the next ten minutes. Have a look over the bridge as you start to cross. Your headlamp should illuminate things for you. Most recruits don’t make it past the threshold.”
I’d faced death often enough, and I gave him a shrug. “I’m not most recruits.”
“Your cockiness is going to get you killed some day.”
I flashed him a charming smile. “It hasn’t yet. Now, are you going to give me a clue about what to expect?”
“No.”
Of course not. That would be helpful.
Without another word, he and Ruadan turned and began crossing the bridge. Amber light from the moat gilded the two spell-slayers. I hated them for it, but the bastards looked like a pair of warrior gods as they crossed the bridge, swords slung over their backs.
And here I was, shivering in my crappy clothes and headlamp, clutching my weird bug-out bag of lollipops. Delicious lollipops. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I really wanted them right now. Why the hells was I so hungry? I’d eaten an entire pizza for dinner.
Aengus and Ruadan reached the other side of the bridge, and they stood in the shadow of the gatehouse, just in front of a wooden door.
Tension rippled over me. I didn’t like facing unknown enemies. Being unprepared was an enormous disadvantage. Whatever foe I was about to face, he was probably used to fighting fae like me, and I didn’t yet know how he operated.
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