Because what we’d seen in Nesta’s eyes that day …
“Like calls to like,” I murmured.
Cassian nodded tightly. “I don’t think even the Carver knows what Nesta is. But I wanted to see—just in case.”
“Why?”
“I want to help.”
It was answer enough.
We fell into silence, the stream gurgling as it rushed by.
“Would you be frightened of her, if Nesta was—Death? Or if her power came from it?”
Cassian was quiet for a long moment.
He said at last, “I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”
I swallowed, and squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure why I even said it, but he nodded all the same.
I felt him before he appeared, a spark of star-kissed joy flaring through me right as Rhys stepped out of the air itself. “Well?”
Cassian hopped off the boulder, extending a hand to help me down. “You’re not going to like his asking price.”
Rhys held out both hands to winnow us back to Velaris. “If he wants the fancy dinner plates, he can have them.”
Neither Cassian nor I could muster a laugh as we both reached for Rhys’s outstretched hands. “You better bring your bargaining skills tonight,” was all Cassian muttered to my mate before we vanished into shadow.
CHAPTER
24
When we returned to the town house in the height of summer afternoon heat, Cassian and Azriel drew sticks for who would remain in Velaris that night.
Both wanted to join us at the Hewn City, but someone had to guard the city—part of their long-held protocol. And someone had to guard Elain, though I certainly wasn’t about to tell Lucien that. Cassian, swearing and pissy, got the short stick, and Azriel only clapped him on the shoulder before heading up to the House to prepare.
I followed after him a few minutes later, leaving Cassian to tell Rhys the rest of what the Carver had said. What he wanted.
There were two people I needed to see up at the House before we left. I should have checked in on Elain earlier, should have remembered that her would-have-been wedding was in a few days, but … I cursed myself for forgetting it. And as for Lucien … It wouldn’t hurt, I told myself, to keep tabs on where he was. How that conversation with Azriel had gone yesterday. Make sure he remembered the rules we’d set.
But fifteen minutes later, I was trying not to wince as I walked down the halls of the House of Wind, grateful Azriel had gone ahead. I’d winnowed into the sky above the highest balcony—and since I figured now was as good a time as any to practice flying, I’d summoned wings.
And fallen twenty feet onto hard stone.
A rallied wind kept the fall from cracking any bones, but both my knees and my pride were significantly bruised by my graceless tumble through the air.
At least no one had witnessed it.
My stiff, limping steps, at least, had eased into a smoother gait by the time I found Elain in the family library.
Still staring at the window, but she was out of her room.
Nesta was reading in her usual chair, one eye on Elain, the other on the book spread in her lap. Only Nesta glanced my way as I slipped through the carved wooden doors.
I murmured, “Hello,” and shut the doors behind me.
Elain didn’t turn. She was wearing a pale pink gown that did little to complement her sallow skin, her brown-gold hair hanging in loose, heavy ringlets down her thin back.
“It’s a fine day,” I said to them.
Nesta arched an elegant eyebrow. “Where’s your menagerie of friends?”
I leveled a steely look back at her. “Those friends have offered you shelter and comfort.” And training—or whatever Amren was doing. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“Yes.” Nesta merely resumed reading the book in her lap. Pure dismissal.
I let out a little snort that I knew would make her see red, and strode for Elain. Nesta monitored my every step, a panther readying to strike at the merest hint of danger.
“What are you looking at?” I asked Elain, keeping my voice soft. Casual.
Her face was wan, her lips bloodless. But they moved—barely—as she said, “I can see so very far now. All the way to the sea.”
Indeed, the sea beyond the Sidra was a distant sparkle. “It takes some getting used to.”
“I can hear your heartbeat—if I listen carefully. I can hear her heartbeat, too.”
“You can learn to drown out the sounds that bother you.” I had—entirely on my own. I wondered if Nesta had as well, or if they both suffered, hearing each other’s heartbeats day and night. I didn’t look to my other sister to confirm it.
Elain’s eyes at last slid to mine. The first time she’d done so.
Even wasted away by grief and despair, Elain’s beauty was remarkable. Hers was a face that could bring kings to their knees. And yet there was no joy in it. No light. No life.
She said, “I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire.”
It was an effort not to glance to Nesta. Even the town house was too far to hear anything from the nearby coast. And as for some fire-bird …
“There is a garden—at my other house,” I said. “I’d like for you to come tend it, if you’re willing.”
Elain only turned toward the sunny windows again, the light dancing in her hair. “Will I hear the earthworms writhing through the soil? Or the stretching of roots? Will the bird of fire come to sit in the trees and watch me?”
I wasn’t sure if I should answer. It was an effort to keep from shaking.
But I caught Nesta’s eye, noting the glimmer of pain on my eldest sister’s face before it was hidden beneath that cool mask. “There’s a book I need you to help me find, Nesta,” I said, giving a pointed stare to the stacks to my left.
Far enough away for privacy, but close enough to remain nearby should Elain need anything. Do anything.
Something in my chest cracked as Nesta’s eyes also went to the windows before Elain.
To check, as I did, for whether they could be easily opened.
Mercifully, they were permanently sealed, likely to protect against some careless fool forgetting to close them and ruining the books. Likely Cassian.
Nesta wordlessly set down her book and followed me into the small labyrinth of stacks, both of us keeping an ear on the main sitting area.
When we were far enough away, I threw up a shield of hard wind around us. Keeping any sound inside. “How did you get her to leave her room?”
“I didn’t,” Nesta said, leaning against a shelf and crossing her slim arms. “I found her in here. She wasn’t in bed when I awoke.”
Nesta must have panicked upon finding her room empty—“Did she eat anything?”