I forced myself forward. He was the enemy. I had to stop him.
The door too was the same: small, wooden, and filled with unimaginable horror. I laid my hand on the doorknob. Did it tremble beneath my touch?
What if the ring did not allow me to control the Children of Typhon after all?
You would deserve it. For what you’re planning. Ignifex had given me the ring in love and trust, and I was using it to destroy him.
You promised, I reminded myself, and before I could hesitate any longer, I pulled the door wide open.
Emptiness clawed at my eyes. I tried to speak, but my lips would not move. From far away in the deeps, I thought I heard the echoes of a song.
Children of Typhon, I thought, but my tongue wouldn’t move. I sucked in a breath, clenching my fists, and then was finally able to force the words out: “Children . . . of Typhon . . . bring me Shade.”
There was a noise like the skitter of a million little clawed feet, like the burbling of water; then the darkness parted and Shade tumbled forward. I barely caught him, staggered backward under his weight, then lowered him to the ground.
His clothes were torn and ragged; his fingertips bled as if he had been clawing at the lid of a coffin, and blood dripped also out of his ears and nose, stark crimson against his colorless skin. All across his face and hands were the same swirling pale scars that the darkness had left upon Ignifex.
But his breath whispered in and out. He was still alive; I could still save him and all Arcadia.
I laid my right hand—the one that wore the ring—upon his forehead and said, “Heal,” as commandingly as I could. But nothing happened; he lay still, his breath sliding in and out in the rhythm of perfect sleep.
“Heal,” I said again. “Wake!” But he didn’t move.
I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I know who you are. Come back.”
Nothing.
Then I remembered how my kiss had made him able to speak; I remembered also half a dozen tales, and how Ignifex had said that the Kindly Ones loved to leave clues.
“Please wake up,” I said, and then very gently, I kissed him on the lips.
He sighed. His eyes did not open, but the scars on his face had visibly faded. My heart beating faster, I kissed his forehead, his ears, and finally his lips again; and the skin on his face looked fresh and healed.
I picked up his hands. One by one, I kissed his bloody fingers, trying to ignore the smell and taste of blood, and his fingers healed under my lips.
Ignifex did this, I thought as I kissed each fingertip. Ignifex knew how he would suffer and did it to him anyway. He deserves this betrayal. If I could concentrate on just that thought, I might be strong enough.
I kissed his palms and laid down his hands. He looked healed now, but he still had not wakened; so I leaned down and kissed his lips again.
This time he woke with a quick, shuddering intake of breath. He stared up at me, eyes wide and dazed. As I had stared up at him when he betrayed me in the Heart of Fire.
He had been trying to save Arcadia. I was betraying Ignifex for the same reason now.
For a moment his mouth worked soundlessly; then he said, still not quite looking at me, “Are you here . . . to punish me?”
His voice was rough and hoarse, as if from screaming, and my stomach curled. All this time, while I had been delighting in my husband, he had been tortured by the Children of Typhon.
“No.” I grabbed his hand. “No. You’re safe.”
He shuddered and focused on me. “Nyx,” he gasped, and then repeated, “Are you here to punish me?”
“I’m here,” I said unsteadily, “to save you and kill my husband.”
He sat up slowly, wincing, and leaned against the wall. “Thank you.”
I didn’t even try to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “I had to.”
He met my gaze. “You know.”
“Yes,” I said. “You’re the last prince of Arcadia. My prince. I’m going to save you, and you’re going to save us all.”
“No,” he breathed. “You’re going to save us. I knew you would do it.” And he pulled me into a kiss.
Despite the memory of what he had done, the kiss still rippled through my body. But more than his betrayal lay between us now. I pushed him back, my right hand flat against his chest.
“I’m helping you,” I said, my voice low and clear. I couldn’t meet his eyes, so I stared at the ring glinting on my finger. “I chose you and Arcadia, so I will betray Ignifex. I will destroy him so that you can take back everything he stole. But I love him, not you, and I’m his wife, not yours.”
He let out a gentle breath and took my hand. “Then collect the Children of Typhon, and let’s go find your husband.” He stood, drawing me up with him.
I pulled free. “I never told you about needing them.”
He looked back at me silently.