Avenged: Ruined 2

by Tintera, Amy;

  ALSO BY AMY TINTERA

  Ruined

  Reboot

  Rebel

  First published by Allen & Unwin in 2017

  Copyright © Text, Amy Tintera 2017

  Copyright © Cover Illustration, Sebastian Ciaffaglione 2017

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  CONTENTS

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  THIRTY-THREE

  THIRTY-FOUR

  THIRTY-FIVE

  THIRTY-SIX

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  THIRTY-NINE

  FORTY

  FORTY-ONE

  FORTY-TWO

  FORTY-THREE

  FORTY-FOUR

  FORTY-FIVE

  FORTY-SIX

  FORTY-SEVEN

  END OF BOOK TWO

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ONE

  THE REMAINS OF Em’s home sat at the bottom of the hill. The Ruina castle was nothing but a pile of stone and dirt, weeds snaking in between the rubble. One wall remained intact, and Em liked to think it was her mother who had made sure of that. Even in death, her mother had made one last stand.

  Olivia sucked in a breath as she reached the top of the hill. “I thought there would be more left.”

  Em took her sister’s hand. Olivia was taken prisoner before their home was demolished and most of the Ruined exterminated. It was her first time seeing the castle like this.

  Olivia squeezed Em’s hand too tightly. “Don’t worry, Em. We’ll make them pay.”

  Olivia kept saying things like that. Don’t worry, Em. She still worried. Don’t cry, Em. They will fear us soon enough. She’d said that to Em immediately after killing the Lera queen. Em didn’t tell her sister that she was certain everyone already feared them.

  “I thought they might have cleared it away,” Aren said as he stopped beside Em. He was haggard, his handsome face tight with exhaustion. The Olso warriors had been able to spare a couple of horses, but most of the Ruined made the journey on foot, and they all desperately needed a day or ten to rest.

  “At least now we can sift through it and see if anything is left,” Olivia said.

  “I looked a year ago,” Em said. “All I found was your necklace.”

  “Your necklace,” Olivia corrected. “I told you I want you to have it.”

  Em smiled, dropping Olivia’s hand and grasping the O pendant.

  Olivia pointed to the castle. “Are we setting up camp here? We could put the hunters’ heads on spikes nearby, as a warning to others.”

  Em swallowed down a wave of disgust and tried not to let it show on her face. Olivia and Aren had left a trail of dead bodies behind them as they traveled from Lera to Ruina over the past week. Em had convinced them to leave King Casimir and his cousin, Jovita, alive at Fort Victorra, but she hadn’t bothered arguing for the hunters’ lives. There was no point. Perhaps they deserved to die, after exterminating thousands of Ruined.

  That’s what she kept telling herself, anyway.

  “They know,” Em said. “I don’t think there’s any need.”

  “Besides, I don’t want to smell dead-hunter head while I sleep,” Aren said.

  “It’s your decision where we set up camp,” Em said.

  “Why is it my decision?” Olivia asked.

  “Because you’re the queen.”

  “They voted to abolish the monarchy after I was taken,” Olivia said. “And their elected leader is dead. So, technically, I’m nothing.”

  “They thought you were dead,” Em said. “I’m sure they consider you their queen again.”

  Olivia shrugged. “Let’s have a meeting in a few days, when most of the Ruined have found their way back. For now, I say we build a camp right here. Let the Lerans and the hunters know we’re not scared of them anymore.”

  “We’re not scared anymore?” Aren asked quietly. A new Ruined mark had appeared on his left hand recently, a white swirl against his dark skin, and he rubbed at it absently.

  “Cas promised to leave us alone,” Em said, not for the first time.

  Aren and Olivia exchanged a look. Em had insisted they’d be safe, that the war against the Ruined was over. Cas had said he wouldn’t continue the attacks on the Ruined now that he was king. Em believed he would keep his word.

  Olivia and Aren were not convinced.

  An icy wind blew Em’s coat open. She shoved her hands into the pockets and pulled it tight around her body. She’d taken the coat and the clothes she was wearing from a Ruined killed at the battle of Fort Victorra. She’d needed something other than the blue dress she’d worn to cross the Lera jungle, but the clothes still made her squirm when she thought about it too hard.

  Em turned at the sound of laughter and saw a group of about a hundred Ruined emerging from the trees. They were exhausted from the battle at Fort Victorra, and dirty from days of walking, but smiles lit up their faces as they took in the remains of the Ruina castle.

  “We’ll set up here,” Olivia confirmed with a nod.

  “It’s more brown here than I remembered,” Aren said to no one in particular.

  Em had to agree. She and Aren had spent weeks in lush, green Lera, next to the ocean with sparkling clean beaches. Ruina did not look good in comparison. The grass was brown and dead, the sparse trees bare. Past the castle was a giant patch of empty dirt where a cluster of shops used to be. They weren’t much to look at when they were standing anyway.

  She stared at the pile of debris that used to be her home. Maybe she should have suggested a different location. How long was this going to be her view? How long would she have to sleep on the ground while staring at the spot where her bedroom used to be?

  The room took shape in her head—the bed with piles of pillows, the full-length mirror on the wall where she used to stand and desperately search for Ruined marks when she was younger. The worn green chair in the corner where she curled u
p to read.

  She expected tears to come, but a hollow feeling settled at the bottom of her stomach instead. The girl who had lived in that room was gone, and maybe she was relieved that the room was gone as well. They all needed a fresh start. They could rebuild Ruina to be even better than it was before. Safer than it was before. Em hadn’t slept without a weapon within her grasp in a year. If there was one thing she needed—one thing all the Ruined needed—it was to find a way to feel safe again.

  “I’ll check on the wagon,” Em said. She jogged down the hill. The wagon they’d stolen from the Lera soldiers was slowly making its way through the trees, pulled by two tired horses.

  They’d mostly piled supplies for tents and extra water in the open-air wagon, but a few children and sick Ruined were inside as well. A young Ruined man named Jacobo walked alongside the horses. Mariana walked on the other side, her black braids moving as she nodded at Em. Both Mariana and Jacobo had Ruined marks on their dark-brown skin, the white lines curling up their necks and even across a cheek, in Jacobo’s case.

  “It’s—” Em was about to say “clear,” when a flash of movement caught her eye. The bush to her right rustled.

  She drew her sword, catching Jacobo’s eyes and nodding to the bush as she stepped toward it. He walked to the wagon, gesturing for the three children inside to come closer to him. Mariana froze.

  Em carefully stepped over a log. Someone sniffed.

  She parted the leaves of a bush with her blade. Two men were crouched on the ground. Their clothes were dirty, and one man had so many patches on his coat it was an array of different colors. He had a dagger clenched in his fist, but the other didn’t have a weapon. Neither had any blue pins. They weren’t hunters.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “We’re just trying to get across to Vallos,” the man with the dagger said. He stood slowly. His legs shook beneath him. He was staring straight at her chest.

  “That’s not what I asked. Who are you?”

  “We’re Vallos laborers working in the Ruina mines,” he said to her chest. “Are you … are you Emelina Flores?” He said her name in a hushed, almost reverent, tone.

  She frowned in reply, unsure how he knew that.

  “The circle of vengeance. I’ve heard about it.”

  “The what?”

  “Your necklace. The circle represents vengeance. ‘What goes around comes around,’ as they say.”

  Her lips twitched. Did everyone really think that was what her necklace symbolized?

  The circle of vengeance. How fitting. Olivia would love it.

  The man with the dagger held the weapon in front of him, but it shook in his grasp. The other had his arms pressed to his chest, fear oozing out of his every pore. She’d earned a reputation, it seemed.

  “Go,” she said, jerking her head. “Don’t come back.”

  They both spun around and sprinted away from her. Everyone ran from her now. People whispered her name, as that man had. They said it with fear.

  It was what she had always wanted.

  It did not feel as good as she had expected.

  TWO

  CAS’S MOTHER WAS buried behind Fort Victorra, in a shady spot where flowers would probably bloom in the spring.

  Cas never went there. He’d watched the soldiers bury her the day after Em and Olivia disappeared, and he’d never been back.

  Instead, he came to where she died.

  It had rained two days ago and washed all the blood away. There was nothing left but dirt and grass and trees. The trees had been full of red and orange leaves a few days ago, but now the branches were mostly empty, the leaves smashed beneath his feet. The ugly trees seemed more appropriate, given what had happened here.

  He could still see it. Em almost dying in his arms. Olivia killing his mother and rescuing her sister.

  “You don’t deserve to be here,” a voice behind him said.

  For a moment, he worried the voice was in his head. He’d been thinking the same thing. But he turned and found his cousin standing a few paces away. Jovita had her hands on her hips, ice in her eyes as she glared at him. Her dark hair blew in the wind, and an angry red scar cut down her right cheek. Em had given her that scar. She looked a little like his father. They had the same olive skin and wide mouth.

  He turned away.

  “It’s not safe, anyway,” Jovita said. Her tone was more scornful than concerned.

  “The Ruined are gone. The warriors are gone.”

  “And whose fault is that?” Jovita stepped beside him, tapping her chin like she was thinking. “Oh, that’s right. It’s your fault. For freeing Olivia Flores and letting Emelina waltz right out of here.”

  It was his fault. He’d freed Olivia, and she’d killed his mother. Right after his mother almost killed Em.

  He couldn’t muster up any anger for Olivia. He was mostly just sad.

  “I want the necklace,” Jovita said, holding her hand out. “The one the queen gave you, with Weakling in it.”

  “I buried it with her,” he said.

  Her jaw clenched. “That was stupid, Cas. That necklace could have protected me from the Ruined.”

  Cas shrugged. The Weakling herb hurt most Ruined, but it barely seemed to slow Olivia down. He doubted the necklace would have offered much protection.

  “If she’d kept that necklace instead of giving it to you, she might still be alive,” Jovita spat. “And you just—”

  “Two more advisers arrived during the night,” he interrupted. “I’m meeting with them in an hour if you want to join.”

  “No.” Jovita turned away and started walking.

  “Why? Because you already met with them behind my back?”

  Jovita stopped. She looked over her shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “If you know, then it’s not really behind your back, is it?” She stomped away. He watched her go, an uneasy feeling swirling in his gut.

  A guard emerged from the trees as she left. It was Galo, lurking near Cas as usual. The captain of his guard rarely let Cas out of his sight these days, even when Cas would prefer to be left alone. The price of being king. Today, Galo’s boyfriend and fellow guard, Mateo, was with him. Mateo stood a few paces away, his back to them as he surveyed the area for possible threats.

  Cas stuffed his hands in his pockets, rounding his shoulders against the cold wind as he walked back to the fortress. Galo fell into step beside him, Mateo trailing behind them.

  “Everything all right?” the guard asked quietly.

  “Probably not.”

  Galo appeared concerned, but Cas didn’t elaborate. The castle and most of his kingdom was in the hands of Olso. His cousin hated him. His parents were dead. Em was gone, and he would likely never see her again.

  There wasn’t much left to say.

  “We confirmed the governor of the southern province died in the attack on the castle,” Galo said. “But his daughter didn’t, and she’s here. Violet Montero. She found me this morning and asked to speak with you.”

  “She’s here? When did she arrive?”

  “Same time as you, apparently. She was lumped in with the staff and no one knew at first. She’s been ill.”

  “Is she better?”

  “Yes.”

  The fortress loomed in front of them, and Cas stepped over a pile of bricks into the front yard. Portions of the wall had been blown out when the Ruined and warriors attacked, and it was still damaged. It would be quite a while before it was fully repaired. Beyond the wall was Fort Victorra, a square, mostly windowless pile of bricks that Cas had come to hate.

  “She’s probably in the breakfast room now, if you wanted to see her,” Galo said. “I can get her.”

  “That’s fine, I’ll go look. Will you confirm with the two advisers who arrived last night that we’re meeting in an hour?”

  “Of course.” Galo rushed off.

  Cas should have chosen a personal adviser by now. Galo was the captain of his guard, not his errand boy, and he felt guilt
y making him do both jobs.

  But Fort Victorra wasn’t like the Lera castle. There wasn’t enough staff, and Cas had to do many things himself. There was no longer a whole crew of people to wait on him hand and foot and announce visitors.

  A soldier held open the front doors of the fortress as he approached, and he murmured a thank-you and stepped inside.

  He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Lanterns lined the wall as he left the entryway and walked into the large foyer, but they did little to cheer up the place.

  The first few days after the attack had been quiet in the fortress, but soon people from all over Lera began to arrive, after the Olso warriors took the castle and the northern cities. Now the small building was bursting at the seams, libraries and common areas turned into sleeping quarters. Several people walked down the stairway to his left, and they froze at the bottom when they spotted him. He pretended not to notice.

  He walked through the foyer and into the small room off the kitchen. Many of the guests gathered in the room every morning, so it had been dubbed “the breakfast room.” Several round tables were scattered about, men and women seated at them. They didn’t have a lot of food, but there were some beans and fish on the tables.

  Heads turned as he walked in, voices quieting. He realized he had no idea what this Violet girl looked like.

  “I need to speak with Violet?” It came out as a question. He hadn’t learned to speak the way his father did, like every sentence was a command.

  A slight young woman in a plain black dress stood. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun, accenting her high cheekbones and large, dark eyes. She appeared tired, but she smiled at Cas. She looked vaguely familiar.

  “Here, Your Majesty.” Despite her short stature, her voice easily carried across the room. She walked to him.

  The wagon. He’d been put in a wagon with the staff the night his father died and the castle was taken. That was how he knew her. She’d helped him escape.

  “I know you. Splinters in odd places,” he said, repeating the words she’d said to him as she helped him slip out a crack in the wagon.

  She let out an embarrassed laugh. “That was me, Your Majesty.”

  Everyone in the room was staring at them, and he spun on his heel, gesturing for her to follow him.