Enemy's Queen: The Aermian Feuds Book Three

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by Frost Kay


  Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, conscious of the advanced hearing of the others. “I am not needed. This display of celebration over a man’s death is disgusting. I’ve done what you’ve asked me.”

  “He wasn’t a man. He was Sirenidae.”

  He said it so matter-of-factly that she almost missed it. The prejudice. The hate for Ezra’s race. She pulled back and searched his face, his eyes confirming what she suspected.

  “You actually believe that? That Ezra wasn’t a man because he was Sirenidae?”

  A shrug and a haughty look was all the answer she received. She waited for some sort of emotion to bubble up inside her at his response, but there was nothing. Apparently, everything inside her was numb. Sage tugged at her skirts in his hand and then touched his fist when he didn’t release them.

  “I’m done. Let go.”

  He just stared at her.

  “Allow me to leave, or I’ll make a scene,” she hissed, and she meant every word. She’d create a scene so fantastic that it would go down in Scythian history.

  His black eyes traveled to her face, then he nodded. “Goodnight.” His fist released the crumpled silk of her skirt, dismissing her like a servant.

  If he thought to humiliate her, she didn’t care in the slightest. She’d endured much worse and she was much too numb to care anyway. All eyes moved to her when she scooted her chair back and stood. “Goodnight…” She dipped her chin and spun on her heel, her black silk dress flaring with her every stride.

  The thrones loomed before her, seeming to grow with every step she climbed up the white stone dais. She skirted around the thrones and moved to the door behind them. Her hand paused on the handle as she took one more look at where Ezra had died. It was pristine, the shiny white stone glaring at her, showing no evidence of what had happened earlier. It was wrong. Like they had wiped away the crime. Like it didn’t exist. The air in the room seemed to evaporate the longer she stood staring.

  Hurrying through the door, Sage almost closed it on her feline shadow. Nali slunk through the door behind her and traipsed out into the hall. Using her memory, Sage navigated the hallways, not surprised when warriors materialized and followed her. Sage glanced down a side hallway and skidded to a stop, not believing her eyes.

  “Jas?” She blinked, and the hallway was empty. Her heart pounding hard in her chest she stared at the empty space. She could have sworn she’d seen her friend standing in the hallway. Oh no. Would she start hallucinating Jasmine, too?

  She shook herself and spared the silent guards a glance before continuing on. The sadness and anger she’d been waiting for crashed into her, and she gasped at the force of it. She picked up her speed and shoved the emotions down for the moment. There was no way she would cry in front of the warriors. They turned a corner and her door came into view. She hustled through, slammed it in the warriors’ faces, and placed her back against it. Her chest heaved, and angry tears spilled onto her cheeks. Everything was so muddled. The Scythians’ display was barbaric and revolting, and yet she’d been forced to participate. What kind of person did that make her?

  She pushed through her door and Nali jumped onto her bed, circling a few times before snuggling down, but Sage could not lay down. The emotions coursing through her had her feeling on edge and she began pacing the room. She ran a hand through her own hair and winced when one of the crown’s metal thorns pricked her finger. She’d forgotten it was there. She glanced to the mirror and examined her reflection. She was shocked to realize she looked like a queen, but not an Aermian queen—the enemy’s queen. She stormed up to the vanity and placed her hands on it, staring into her reflection.

  “Who are you?” she asked herself. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re surviving,” Tehl answered from her side.

  Sage stared at him. His visits had become less frequent ever since she’d stopped speaking with him over the last couple weeks. “Am I really?” She returned her attention to the face in the mirror. Was she doing what she had to in order to survive, or merely following along because it was easier than fighting?

  “You’re being hard on yourself and it’s partly because you lost someone today. Your legs are shaking so hard, I’m not even sure how you’re still standing.”

  Now that he mentioned it, she realized her legs were shaking and she was on the verge of collapsing. She let out a scream of frustration. “Why am I so weak? I should be healing, or healed!”

  “I don’t know.”

  The crown glinted in the low light; it seemed to taunt her the longer she looked at it atop her head. In a fit unlike her, Sage yanked the obsidian crown from her head, along with a few hairs, and lobbed it across the room.

  “Do you feel better?” Tehl asked drolly. “Anger won’t help, you know. It’ll make you vulnerable and prone to mistakes.”

  He was right.

  A deranged chuckle burst from her. “Tehl, you’re not even here and you’re right. It’s uncanny and it’s unfair.” She dropped her chin to her chest and glared at her clothes. It sickened her to have anything Scythian touching her skin.

  “The dress is beautiful,” he said. “Keep in mind, though, men generally only have dresses made for women they feel belong to them.”

  She bit her lip. It was time to stop talking to her hallucinations. It was dumb to keep lapsing. “I can’t speak to you, Tehl.” She glanced at him. “I appreciate that you helped me survive, but you’re not real, and it’s unhealthy to speak to you.”

  His face was serious, watching her. “I know, Sage. But I’ll be here when you need me.”

  She turned from him and stepped toward the bathing room. Her feet stumbled, and her hands clenched as memories assaulted her of her drowning. Her eyes turned to slits. She’d let fear rule her too much as it was. It was time to fight. Her fear ended now.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sage

  She was proud of herself. At least one positive thing had happened in this nightmarish day. She had changed and washed the cosmetics from her face in that cursed room; she’d never taken her eyes from the pool, and her heart was still pounding from it, but still, she’d done it.

  Sage knotted her dressing robe over her body, still feeling naked. The lack of underclothes was something she just couldn’t to get used to. It made her vulnerable and she hated it. Her eyes wandered over to where the crown lay on the floor. It was beautiful and skillfully made, but she could hardly bear to look at it, as it brought gruesome memories to the forefront of her mind. Its beauty would be forever tainted by the stain of death.

  Quickly, she plucked it from the rug and returned it to its box. She then placed it by the door with the black dress neatly folded atop it. They were beautiful, to be sure, but she could not bear to keep them.

  She moved to the end of the bed and leaned a hip against it, eyeing the enormous ball of fur occupying that space. “Where am I to sleep?” she asked Nali. “You take up the whole bed.” She wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers and sleep.

  Nali cracked an eye before slowly stretching out onto her back, her belly up. Sage’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Nali’s belly was crisscrossed with silver scars. “Oh my, you poor thing. What happened to you?” Who had done this to her?

  Carefully, Sage placed her hand in front of Nali, waiting to see how the beast would respond. The feline’s ears flicked to the side and she sniffed Sage’s fingers and bumped them with her nose. Sage smiled and scratched under Nali’s chin, feeling a sense of kinship with the powerful creature.

  “You and I are the same, it seems; both of us scarred. What a pair we make. I have to admit, I didn’t think we’d be friends. I was sure you were going to eat me.” Sage laughed to herself, and Nali let out a little chuff when Sage slowed her scratching. Her door swung open and she dropped her hand to her lap, any sense of peace evaporating through the doorway. Sage felt like a cat with her hackles raised; there were so many things she wanted to say to Zane, the fury and confusion fro
m earlier welling back up inside her. But who would she receive, Zane or the warlord? She gasped when he came straight to her and pulled her off the bed and to him, his arms encircling her waist. She stood frozen as he buried his face into her neck and hair.

  “I’m so sorry, Sage. This was never meant to happen. What a hellish day.”

  Sage remained stiff in his arms. “You’re right, today was a day from hell.”

  He pulled back and clasped both of her cheeks, his gaze darting over her face. “You’re angry?” It was a question.

  She shook off his hands and shoved at his chest, though she couldn’t even move him an inch. “You lied to me,” she accused. It wasn’t as eloquent as what she’d been rehearsing in her head, but it was a start.

  He sighed heavily. “I did not lie to you.”

  “You said I wouldn’t have to watch! That all I would have to do was sit by your side and it would be over.” She stepped away from him and pointed a finger in his direction. “How could you subject me to that? You knew how I felt about the execution already, and yet, at the behest of your people, you forced me not only to watch, but participate!”

  “What did you expect me to do? Cave to you in front of my kingdom? That would’ve made me appear both weak and inept as a ruler. Doing so would have been dangerous, not just for you but for me as well!”

  “Are you serious?” she yelled. “Standing up for what is right is not weak!”

  “How was it wrong? It was all according to law.”

  “But it’s barbaric!”

  His face turned to stone. “And what of Aermia’s hangings?”

  “We don’t personally have to hang them ourselves.”

  “Well, maybe you should,” he retorted, “Perhaps you’d consider it more carefully, then.”

  She tugged on her braids, realizing he had a point. She’d never been comfortable with that particular aspect of her government, but that was not the whole of it. “It wasn’t only the manner of execution – it was your reaction. You practically held a festival!”

  “Be reasonable here. There’s one less murderer in the world. Shouldn’t that be cause for at least some rejoicing?”

  Sage gaped at him. “He wasn’t a murderer, and you know it. He was sick. He attacked me and yet, I saw it plain as day. His attack made no sense. But, that aside, even if he was just a murderous person, his life was still precious.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Death should never be celebrated.”

  Zane held his hands out placatingly. “I know you’re having a hard time accepting what happened and that’s natural. You’ve been through some tragic experiences in the last couple weeks, Sage. But you have to realize: abuse, murder, ravishment; none of them make sense. So, stop trying to make sense of his actions.” He gave her a pitying look, “Sometimes, you just have to accept that someone is bad and move on. I’ve done it, and so can you. If you don’t, it will eat you alive inside.”

  That spiked her anger. “Don’t you dare! How dare you just chalk this up to some ‘poor, broken Sage’ situation. I’m not blind. I know what I saw, and he wasn’t a murderer. Something was wrong that day! And you–” she jabbed a finger in his direction, “don’t you talk down to me about ‘letting go’! Of course, I understand letting go. You know how much I’ve already done so!”

  He tossed his hands in the air. “I don’t pity you. I’m trying to explain something to you, but you’re so focused on your anger that you won’t listen. I’m trying to help you understand that some people are just evil.”

  “First of all, like I already said, that doesn’t justify your people’s rejoicing over that fact! You don’t get it, Zane! What happened today was horrible. It was wrong for so many reasons.”

  “No. It’s you who’s missing the point. You’re skewing the situation.” He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath, “I don’t understand why you can’t just be reasonable here.”

  “Zane, I am being reasonable. You can’t say that just because I don’t agree with your opinion I’m unreasonable. That’s tyrannical and unfair!”

  He began pacing the room, his hands clenching and unclenching as he gestured wildly to punctuate his sentences. “But your opinion is wrong, so yes! You do have to agree with mine! What is wrong with you right now?!”

  Sage didn’t even know what to say to that. What exactly did he expect her to do? She opened her mouth to say just that when he stopped abruptly, his attention snagged by the neatly packaged crown and dress sitting by the door. Slowly, he strolled to it and bent down, opening the box and pulling out the crown.

  “Why are these by the door?”

  If she could have thrown the gifts in his face, she would have. “I will not accept such generous gifts, my lord,” she bit out, knowing he hated when she used his title. “It’s too much.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “I told you to call me Zane, and you can accept them. They were made specially for you.” He pulled the crown from the box and frowned, first at it and then at her.

  She pulled her lips into a tight smile “And as much as I appreciate the thought, I will not accept it. I cannot. It–”

  “It what?!” His hand tightened on the crown. “Isn’t to your liking? After everything, you would scorn my gifts, my generosity?”

  “That’s not what this is about, I–”

  “What then?! You spite me out of anger? Have I not done my best to care for you? To meet all your needs? Why isn’t it enough?”

  He suddenly seemed more agitated than the situation merited and he was starting to make her nervous. “Zane,” she said soothingly, “That’s not what I meant. It is enough. And that’s why I won’t accept these. You’ve taken care of me, protected me, and even given me your room. I can’t possibly take anything more from you.”

  He seemed not to hear her words. “I should’ve known better. None of this was enough. It’s never enough,” he whispered heatedly. He turned to face her, still holding the crown. “Wild one, what game are you playing with me?”

  Something about the query and his posture raised the hair on the back of her neck. A strange glint had entered his eye; whatever was going through his head made her heart pound. He seemed different, dangerous. He cocked his head and, almost offhandedly, remarked, “You obviously have a keen mind, yet you still give in to the weakness of your kind. Why do you refuse logic and why do you refuse me? I admit I find it both infuriating and fascinating.”

  She frowned at him. Now, that just didn’t make sense. Her gaze bobbed to the crown. What was going on? And why did her refusal of the dress and crown upset him so much?

  Sage stepped behind the bedpost and held onto it to keep her hands from shaking. Her movement backward seemed to propel him forward. Step by slow step, he prowled toward her, unnaturally fluid. She’d told him how nervous and unsettled she felt when he did that, so after that first week, she’d rarely seen him move with his Scythian grace. Why was he doing it now? Was it just to unnerve her, because she’d irritated him?

  She looked into his face and her stomach dropped when she met his eyes. They were lit with anger and lust, but it was the lust which scared her the most. He’d never looked at her like that before. A little voice in her head told her to run; she wasn’t sure if it was Tehl or herself, but she felt for a certainty that Zane was very dangerous right then. She’d have to tread carefully.

  “Everything’s okay,” she said in a smooth, calm voice, hoping to soothe whatever was going on with him. “You can put the dress in my wardrobe if that makes you happy. I didn’t mean to be offensive.”

  But there was no change in his posture. He still eyed her like a predator. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, and run now. Ever so carefully, she gathered her robe in one hand and moved a step back, then another, and another until she’d moved around the end of the bed’s other post.

  The warlord ran his hand along the opposite bedpost. He studied the wooden frame like it held all the answers in the world and then seemed to speak to i
t. “Each time I expect you to break, you become stronger. It’s beautiful. I…” he turned to face her, “I actually find myself wondering how far I can bend you.”

  “Excuse me?” His words made her shudder. Something was very wrong here. Even the cadence of his voice had changed, and his speech was almost lilting. It was as though a different person inhabited his body. She placed a hand on Nali in an attempt to steel her nerves. “Are you drunk?” she asked again.

  “No, my dear wild one. I’m in agony.”

  “What do you mean?” Maybe if she kept him speaking, she’d have time to get closer to the door.

  “Because I want—no, need—something I shouldn’t. When I contemplate the idea, it infuriates me, even makes my gut churn.” His eyes narrowed and his lips compressed. “The two of you are far too alike.”

  Her fingers tightened in Nali’s fur, earning her a chuff of indignation, but Sage paid it no mind. She snuck a glance at the door. She knew there was possibility she was blowing the situation out of proportion and overreacting, but her gut told her something wasn’t right. He wasn’t in control of himself. A memory flashed through her mind of Rhys in his berserker rage. It was possible the warlord was almost at his edge. He wasn’t between her and the door yet, though. He was faster than she, so she might only have one chance. She needed to tread with care.

  She took a step toward him and channeled the real concern she felt for her own safety into false concern for him. “What can I do to help? You’ve helped me so much already.” The words she spoke were true. Despite their horrid day, he’d been nothing but attentive and kind up until this point. But if he was going to lose it, she would not be a casualty. It was time to get out until he calmed down or got over whatever seemed to be taking him over.

  “You can do nothing, Sage,” he replied, and then sighed.

  She took another step toward him and almost faltered when she saw his eyes track her progress with hawk-like focus. She steeled herself, though, and moved steadily forward.

 

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