Heart on Fire (Kingmaker Chronicles #3)

Hating his pain and knowing it’s my fault since he was protecting me, I drop down behind him and put my hands on his shoulders, helping to brace his weight and steady him against the onslaught of magic. He leans in to me, throwing his head back and looking up at the sky in silent agony.

Persephone draws her hands back, flexing her fingers discreetly. Griffin breathes deeply and then more shallowly again when she goes back to healing him. She works quickly, sinking huge amounts of magic into him. I feel her power pricking hard at my skin as it smooths out Griffin’s, knitting his flesh, erasing bruises, and mending bones. The accelerated process must hurt like a hundred burning knife wounds, but it’ll be over fast. Griffin clenches his jaw, his face bone-white.

Then it’s done, and Persephone lifts her hands from him. The tense, tightly bunched muscles in Griffin’s shoulders relax. Still holding on to him, I lean forward and kiss the slope of his neck, breathing him in.

“Thank you for jumping in front of a knife for me,” I murmur.

A grunt is his only answer, but he reaches up and grabs one of my hands. He pulls it to his mouth and kisses my palm, then holds on, keeping me curved around him.

Persephone stands. After a deep inhale, Griffin rises as well, pulling me up with him. I look him over. He’s still a sooty, bloody mess, but those stains are only war paint now.

“You’ll be sore.” Persephone inspects her healing work with a slight frown. “Eat well and rest.”

Griffin and I look around, and I can tell we’re both skeptical. The house is a burned-out ruin. We have only light traveling food.

The Goddess shrugs. “Sleep in the barn. Kill a goat. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble making a fire.”

I glance at the collapsed house. There’ll be smoldering embers for days.

Griffin nods to her. “Thank you.”

She waves a dismissive hand. Healing Griffin probably took very little out of her, but I’m still grateful and say so as well.

Persephone reaches out to me, and her hands begin to feather over my skin, light and careful. I’m covered in lacerations, puncture wounds, burns, and scrapes, and no matter how gentle she is, healing still hurts. Everywhere she touches, I ache and sting even worse than I did before, and every time I wince, hiss, or gasp, the groove between her bright-blue eyes deepens into a harder frown.

I see Selena in her as she works—the thick blonde braid, the graceful way she moves, the fathomless eyes and perfect features. Physically, Persephone is only a little different from the woman I’ve known and loved. She’s taller, more powerful, and more otherworldly in a way I never imagined, but those differences seem huge and daunting now that I know who—and what—she really is.

A pang hits me square in the chest. I miss her.

I’m still her.

The words arrive directly in my head, and I scowl. What does it take to have a private thought around here?

And you’re definitely still Cat.

There’s more wry humor than real scolding in her silent words as she steps back from me, her movements almost liquid in their shimmering fluidity. I follow her with my eyes, still somehow surprised by her innate power and light. She’s mesmerizing.

Nearly entranced, I absently whisper the fear that’s been festering under my now-healed wounds. “What if I can’t do this?” Mother tried to kill me. I didn’t kill her. I’d thought we were finally going to settle this, but the pattern just repeats itself. I can’t seem to break it.

Before Persephone can even begin to answer, Ares bursts out with an aggravated sound. His eyebrows slam down.

“I thought I raised a fighter.” His tone is sharp. It certainly cuts me.

Persephone snorts. “Raised?”

“No one else was doing it!” he snaps.

“If anyone raised her, it was her sister,” Persephone snaps back. “And then me.”

Anger seems to gather around Ares, weighing down the air. “Where were you? Where were any of you for the first fifteen years?”

“It wasn’t my turn!” Persephone seems to grow along with her ire, and something terrifying and dangerous flashes in her eyes. “I had to stay away. The others forced me to. The Fates made the plan, and Zeus approved it.”

I sense an epic, ground-shaking God fight coming on, and I’m not letting them do that—at least not without me.

“Why didn’t either of you just kill her?” I ask, suddenly furious as well. “Mother was right there. So were you. It could have been over. Alpha Fisa—gone!”

Persephone swings her gaze back to me, her expression abruptly cooling. “Is that really my role?” She sweeps a hand toward Ares. “Or even his?”

I glare at them both. “Should it really be mine?”

I see deep affection warring with the frustration in her eyes. She doesn’t answer.

Is that a yes? A no? She doesn’t know?

“Everything is for a reason,” Ares says cryptically.

“Oh, that’s helpful!” Little Bean picks that moment to feel like a tumbling bubble in my lower abdomen. Smart girl. She obviously agrees.

I growl. It’s loud. The air suddenly vibrates with power again, but this time, it’s mine.

Some of the most terrible moments of my life flash through my mind, and my heart starts to race. Griffin knocked down and unmoving in the middle of a maelstrom of magic and fire. Birds throwing me into a volcanic pit. Eleni—dead in the sand.

My rage grows like a storm inside me, around me. The wind begins to howl. “Give me your reasons then. Because from where I’m standing, they don’t look very compelling.”





CHAPTER 15


“Everything is for a reason,” Persephone agrees. Unlike Ares, I can tell she’s tamping down the power in her voice and all around her, maybe trying to limit her agitation. Or mine. “Everything is laid out like a map.”

“I can’t follow a map!” I never could.

“You don’t have to follow it. Just know that there are multiple roads. You alone choose the ones you take. Some lead to the same destination via different pathways. Others lead to similar or dissimilar outcomes, depending on where you turn.”

I shake my head. She’s talking, but all I hear is noise. “Why can’t I make my lightning work? How do I get rid of these wings? I can’t protect my baby!”

And there it is. The crushing root of my fear. The reason I’m terrified like never before.

I stumble back, bumping into Griffin.

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