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“I was asking which of the boys you wished to spar against.”

“That boy,” I say, pointing to a boy on the opposite field with dark brown skin.

Captain Von frowns and turns, following my finger. “Those boys aren’t nobility.”

I cross my arms in a challenge. “Probably why they have talent.” 

The boy frowns, his lip curling in disapproval.

“That is the prince?” he mutters and Captain Von chuckles.

I cross my arms and arch an eyebrow in challenge. “Yes. Who are you?”

“This,” the captain says, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “is Alexander Bramfield. He’s a new recruit from Hounddale.” 

“I should probably get back to sleep.” I huff a small laugh, though there’s no humor in it. “Or I would if I could sleep.”

“If you can’t sleep, you’re welcome to join me for a bit,” Cal offers.

I look back at him, cocking my head. “You wouldn’t mind?”

Cal’s smile is genuine as he replies, “Mind? I’d rather enjoy it. It’s a bit dull watching over a quiet camp.” 

“Explain all this,” I say, motioning to the stacks of papers, scrolls, and books.

“It’s about the twins,” she says, her face scrunched with confusion.

“I got that much, Winnie. What I mean is . . .” I pause, trying to find the best way to ask why I should care without sounding too harsh. “What do I need to do with this information?”

“The twins, Ehren,” she replies, putting a strong emphasis behind each word. “Something is going to happen when they turn eighteen, and it could very well be something bad.

I frown, picking up one of the pages that seemed less positive. “You mean you think that these could be true? That they could really—” I glance down at the page and read aloud—“‘bring about the end of all in fire from the heavens’?”

“So you think an amulet might help the twins contain their power?” I ask, lifting my eyes to Winnie’s. “But isn’t this the same problem we’ve been facing with the other solutions? We would need magic to create the amulet.”

Winnie shakes her head. “No, I’m not saying we create amulets. I’m saying we give them these amulets.”

My eyes widen. “You know where they are.”

It’s not a question but Winnie nods, a small smile twitching at the corner of her lips as her eyes brighten. “I know where they are.”

“I want a love like that,” I confess. “You know, one worth turning the world over to find. One that ends in pure and utter happiness.”

“Does it even exist?” Bram slurs, settling down on the ground, his head next to mine but his body stretching out in the opposite direction as he stares up at the stars. “I don’t think it exists. Doesn’t sound real.”

“I think it does,” I muse. “But I’ll never get a chance at it."

“You have a good eye,” the vendor says, a wide grin on her face.


“Oh?” I say, attempting to feign disinterest in the mask, though I know this woman undoubtedly saw me head straight to it. “I’m not sure it’s for me.”


She leans across her table, her grin widening as she meets my eyes. “On the contrary, I know it’s for you.” She nods to the mask. “Go ahead. Try it on.”


I don’t like being pushed into things, so I’m about to disagree and walk away on principle, but I can’t. There’s something about this mask that’s holding me in place. I reach out tentatively and lift it from the table. It’s lighter than I expected. I lift it to my eyes and place it over my face, the black ribbons meant to tie it in place dangling down and tickling my cheeks. The vendor pulls a hand mirror from behind her and holds it up. I start as I stare at my reflection. I’ve worn many masks in my sixteen years—many that were custom made just for me—but none have ever fit this perfectly. I can’t explain why, but it feels like something in my life that was always missing has been found.


“See,” the vendor says, pulling me from my thoughts. “It is meant for you.”
I quickly drop the mask from my face and blink down at it.

“You look good,” she says, peeking around me to meet my eyes in the mirror.

I cock an eyebrow. “Only good?”

She laughs, rolling her eyes. “You look incredibly and devilishly handsome.”

I swallow hard, slowly turning to look down at her. “Have you seen Cal?”

“I have.”

“So he’s still here? Or did you see him slipping out a window?”

I try to keep my voice light, but Astra knows me too well to believe I’m entirely joking. Besides that, a slight tremor in my voice gives my true concern away.

“He’s in his room, just as nervous as you.”

Astra sighs. “Let’s get it over with then. What are you planning on doing with Kato?”

My heart beats so loud and fast I’m surprised I can hear anything above it. Ehren doesn’t seem to hear it or care, jumping straight to business.

“Well, as you can understand, the general outcry is that he meet the fate of his victims. He slaughtered hundreds of people for his cause, and those they left behind are rightfully outraged.”

I blink, pushing away the dizziness blurring my vision, and look over at Astra. I expect her to speak up for Kato, her twin, but she’s nodding. Fury rises in my my chest.

“Defend your brother!” I yell, my voice sharp.

Astra startles, turning her attention to me. The surprise slips away and she furrows her brow.

“Pax, you know what he did. You had to know this was coming.”

I shake my head, taking a step away from her. “I also know who he is at his core. So do you.”

“Kato Laurence Downs of Timberborn,” Ehren says, his voice harder and colder than I’ve ever heard it. “I have no doubt you know why you’re here? Would you like to make a plea in your defense?”

I keep my head bowed as I mumble, “No, Your Majesty. Whatever punishment you deem fit I shall accept without protest.”

Ehren hums. “Maybe there are people willing to speak up for you? Is there any such person here?”

I close my eyes, my heart sinking. There’s no way anyone would be foolish enough to—

“I’ll speak on his behalf.”

He really does seem okay with what his life has become, with living in exile with me. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I cross the room to him. He blinks up at me in surprise, stuttering to a stop mid-sentence, his hands stilling in the sink water.

“Wha—”

I cut him off with a kiss. He tastes sticky sweet like the syrup he drowned his pancakes in. He smiles against my lips, and I pull back enough to look into his eyes.

“Well, if that’s what you want to do with your day, I’m down,” he says.

A small huff of a laugh escapes and his eyes light up. He leans forward and presses another quick kiss to my lips.

“You know what? I think we can finish cleaning up breakfast later.” He hesitates, doubt flashing in his eyes. “Unless you’d rather not—”

I cut off him off with another kiss, this one more aggressive than the previous ones. A small sound escapes him and he turns so that we’re chest to chest. He grabs my head with both hands, fingers twisting into my hair, and takes over the kiss.

“Are you still in bed?” Cal calls out as he steps into my room. He frowns, looking around, his eyes widening in panic when they fall on me. “Ehren!” he cries out rushing to me. “Are you okay?”

He squats in front of me, brow creased in worry, and I attempt a smile that I’m sure doesn’t take.

“I’ve been better, but if you’ll help me up, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Cal’s frown deepens as he places a cool hand to my forehead. “Gods, you’re hot.”

I make a sound that’s half-laugh, half-cough. “Yes, I am. Thank you for noticing.”

Cal rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant. You’re burning up and clearly sick.”

I take a breath, shutting my eyes. “I know it may be selfish of me to wish you back from your eternal resting, but I really wish you were here. I want you here. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I wanted to live to old age with you. I wanted so much more, and we were robbed of that.”

I look back up at the sky. “I would do almost anything to have you back, just for one day. If I could have anything, that would be it. I’d wish for just a little more time with you, just one more day.”

As if answering, a star glimmers as it shoots across the sky. My heart leaps, wondering briefly it’s a sign, but when nothing else happens, I inhale, shaking my head at myself. Wishes are for children. 

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that you ate more than your fair share of the food, so it’s only right you’re overstuffed,” I tease.

Makin laughs, sitting up properly. “I’m a growing boy.”

My heart lurches at the familiarity of the phrase. It’s something Makin always used to say. Something I had forgotten until now. Makin must sense my melancholy returning because he pushes up from the ground and extends his hand.

“Come on. Our day of funs continues.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Are you sure? Because I know you better than I know myself and something is different between us. I’m not imagining that.”

I shake my head. “No, you’re not, but . . .” I trail off with a sigh, forcing my gaze up to the stars unable to stand the confusion in his hazel eyes. He squeezes my hand again and I close my eyes, opting for truth. “I miss you.”

My words are a confession nearly lost to the wind, but he hears me.

“I’m right here, Cal.”