Fall of Ruin and Wrath (Awakening, #1)

Naomi stared at me as if I’d admitted to being a god. “And then what?”

“And then we . . .” Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed my fingers to my temple. I thought about the night before he left. “What you said about the kind of pleasure Hyhborn can give? It’s true.”

“I know it’s true.” A slow grin appeared on her lips. “Lis, tell me all about— ”

“I had a vision,” I interrupted her, and the smile faded from her lips. I sat on the edge of a chair. “I just had this vision of blood— lots of blood and bodies.”

Naomi had gone still. Her eyes were full of shadows as she stared at me. “Is it the ni’meres again? Do you . . . do you know whose bodies you saw?” There was a slight tremble in her lips as she sat up, placing her feet on the floor. “Do you?”

A slice of panic and fear lanced my chest. “I couldn’t see who they were or if ni’meres are involved. I don’t know all who will be . . . will be caught up in what I’m seeing, but I . . . I think it’s going to happen during the Feasts. I saw masks, and . . .” My gaze followed her fingers, to the collar of her robe, where the silver chain she normally wore would be. Anyone could’ve been wearing that sapphire necklace, but . . . “You should leave Archwood. I don’t want you here.”

“Lis—”

“You know I care about you, right?” I twisted toward her. “And you care about me.”

“Yes. Of course I do.”

“And if you thought something bad might happen and I could be caught up in it, you wouldn’t just warn me. You’d do something about it,” I said. “The difference is that I know something bad is coming, and it’s going to hit a lot of people. Maybe you’ll be fine. I don’t know, but I don’t want you here. At least for the Feasts.”

“You want me to leave, but what about you?” Her voice dropped. “Grady? Claude?”

“I’m going to ask Grady to do the same, and Claude.” If I could find him.

“And what about you?”

“I . . . I can’t.”

“Why?” she demanded.

Because Thorne claimed that it was I who would save Archwood, and even if I couldn’t believe that, Hyhborn didn’t lie. And I wasn’t even sure if that was the reason I couldn’t leave. I needed to be here when Thorne returned. I knew that.

Naomi’s lips pressed together as she looked away, head shaking. “If you don’t leave, neither will Grady.”

Another cut of fear sliced through me. I also knew that. My fingers dug into my knees. “If you don’t want to leave Archwood, at least go spend some time with your sister.” I took a deep breath. “And you really should do that before it’s too late.”

Her gaze swung back to mine, her skin paling. “You told me she would recover from the fever. She is recovering.”

“I know, but . . .”

Naomi’s chest rose with a heavy breath. “But what, Lis?”

I briefly closed my eyes, hating myself a little for using her sister like this. “But you only asked if she would recover from the fever, and she will; however, you should spend time with her.”

“Because?” Her chin lifted as her lips trembled.

The back of my throat stung. “You know why.”

Her eyes turned glassy. “I want to hear you say it.”

“She won’t live to see the end of the Feasts,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes squeezed shut and several moments passed. “So, you’re telling me this now to get me to leave the manor?” Her lashes lifted, eyes glimmering. “You should’ve told me this before.”

“I know,” I agreed. “I really am sorry.”

Naomi huffed as she looked away. She pressed her lips together, shaking her head. “I know.”

My heart cracked a little. “Will you do as I ask?”

“Yes.” When she faced me, her eyes were damp. “And you need to leave my quarters.” She rose, turning from me.

I stood. “Naomi— ”

“Don’t.” She whirled toward me, the robe fluttering around her feet. “You knew what I asked when I came to you about Laurelin. I wasn’t just speaking of the fever, and you lied. I could’ve been with her more— ” She sucked in a sharp breath, fisting the skirt of her robe. “Please. Leave. I need to pack.”

I stepped toward her, but she turned again and walked through the curtains. I stopped myself, breathing through the sting. Blinking back tears, I left her chambers, hoping that she would heed me. That she would leave the manor and that whatever damage I’d done to our friendship wouldn’t be in vain.



“Not going to happen.” Grady leaned against the ledge of the breezeway I sat on. I’d drawn him away from the wall, and was in the process of attempting, and failing, to convince him to leave Archwood. “I can’t believe you would ask that of me. Better yet, I can’t believe you would even waste your time asking me this when you already know what the answer is going to be.”

“I had to try.”

“More like you had to piss me off,” he retorted. “If you want to leave, then we can hit the road right now, but you won’t since you’ve got it in your head you need to be here when the Prince returns.”

I really should’ve kept my reason for staying to myself. It hadn’t helped matters. “I’m not trying to upset you.” A warm breeze caught a shorter strand of hair that had slipped the pins, tossing it across my face. “I’ve already upset Naomi today.”

He crossed his arms. “Is she leaving?”

I nodded. “Hopefully, but she’s angry. She has every right to be. I didn’t tell her everything about her sister.” I leaned my head back against the pillar of the breezeway. “And I can’t find Claude anywhere. Have you seen him?”

“No.”

Throughout the day, I’d tried to get my intuition to tell me where Claude might be, to tell me anything, but there was nothing but those three words repeating.

Something isn’t right.

Worry gnawed at me as I stared at the manor walls, my thoughts going to Prince Rainer’s visit. “Don’t you think it’s strange that the Prince of Primvera showed only after the others left?”

“I think everything is fucking strange right now.” He squinted, watching one of the stable hands brush down a mare. “Especially this stuff with you possibly being a caelestia.”

That was another thing I should’ve kept to myself, because Grady had looked at me like I’d grown a third eye. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it, and I couldn’t fault him for that, but I thought of what I’d seen in that mirror. I wasn’t so sure that the brief change in color had been my imagination.

If it hadn’t, what was it?

But that wasn’t really important at the moment. The vision was.

I swung my legs off the ledge and stood. “I’m going to try to look for Claude in his study once more,” I told him, brushing off the bottom of my tunic. “And if I find him, I’m going to try to convince him to cancel the Feasts.”

“Good luck with that,” Grady replied.

“I’ll let you know if I find him,” I told him, hesitating. “I wish you— ”

“Don’t say it, Lis.” He backed up. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

I sighed, nodding. We parted ways, him heading back to the wall and me going inside. I made my way to Claude’s study, hope sparking when I saw that the door was ajar. I hurried forward, pushing it open. I came to a complete stop.

Claude wasn’t in his study.

His cousin was.

Hymel’s head jerked up from where he sat behind the Baron’s desk, slips of paper in his hand.

Something isn’t right.

“What are you doing in here?” I blurted out.

The splash of surprise quickly faded from his features. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going through the stack of letters.” He lifted the parchments he held. “Which happen to be notices from debtors, namely the Royal Bank.”

My stomach sank as I glanced at the ever-growing stack. “What do they want?”

He looked at me as if I had asked the silliest question, and I had.

“How late is he?” I asked. “And does he have the coin to settle his debts?”