LOGINThe last time I was on my knees right in front of King Sven was the day Carter died.It’s a day that will forever haunt me, branded into my memory as a monument to my own incompetence to show how useless, weak, and incapable I was to save a poor, innocent boy. I was forced to watch as King Sven casually tore his life away. Yet, even as his life snuffed out, Carter had smiled at me. Those wide, terror-stricken eyes had tried to reassure me that he didn’t blame me nor Kyle. Most of all, I remembered the lone tear that had trailed down his cooling cheek.Carter is dead. He gave his final breath to protect me and Kyle, and I refuse to let that sacrifice become a footnote in King Sven’s tyranny. I can’t let Kyle be next.“Please,” I beg, the word cracking around my bandaged throat. Warm tears well over my lashes, spilling hot and fast down my cheeks. “I will do anything. Absolutely anything. Just please, spare his life.”King Sven does not budge. He stands there like a statue carved from w
“Kyle cannot even kill a cockroach, so what do you mean he killed eleven people?” I yell before I can stop myself.Isadora gives me a long stare, before looking away from me to King Sven. “I have dispatched royal guards to the Shadow moon pack because our people are frenzied at the thought of a rogue Fae being loose,” she tells King Sven, completely brushing me off as though my query deserve no response. “I also gave a kill on sight order.”“No. You cannot do that. He is my brother, and I know him better than anyone in this Kingdom or anyone living, and Kyle would never hurt anyone. Like I said, he cannot even hurt a cockroach,” I plead, desperation seeping through the crack of my voice. I cannot let anything happen to Kyle… he must have been falsely accused. Knowing the hatred the people of Māui, and werewolves in general have for my kind, it’s plausible. “Investigate properly before accusing him. He already has a bounty on his head… he won’t be stupid enough to do that.”“You are ru
King Sven stiffens for a fraction before breaking the kiss, eyes boring into me as though I have grown an extra head, which I might have because there is no way I just kissed him and I did not even feel the need to pull away.Unlike the first time I kissed him, I did so because I felt like there was a need to comfort him. And I immediately regretted it. Not today though. This kiss feels different. It feels right.“I would not ask why you did that,” he says, calmly.His dark green eyes gradually circled with rings of fiery gold. The last time I saw his eyes like that was also during our first kiss — or peck, in King Sven’s words – and it was because I had compared him with his mother. It makes me wonder what triggers his golden eyes, but I don’t ask. Quite frankly, now isn’t even the right time to. Not when I still want to kiss him, but the look in his eyes confuses me.Does he hate me? Is that why he broke off the kiss? Just the thought makes my heart cry—“You still kiss like you did
Maggi watches from a distance as the royal physician attends to my swollen ankles, the chains sitting on top of it. The old man wraps them in a bandage, after applying an ointment that stung more than I expected. The same ointment was applied to my neck before being wrapped, now I know I look like someone being choked by a bandage.“No pressure should be exerted on these ankles unless you are keen on losing them, which I am pretty sure you are not,” The man jokes, grey eyes filled with kindness as he stares at me. It’s rare to meet someone who shows me kindness, much less a royal physician. He places my leg gently back on the bed and begins to pack his things. “I should leave now, but I would give you some pain relief medicines and a balm. Your legs should be treated like brittled glass, so I prescribe you apply the balm twice a day. And in the next three days you should be fully healed, same goes with your neck.”“Thank you,” I say, meaning every bit of it. “For attending to someone
OLIVIA’S POV.King Sven’s eyes remain locked on me. Fear is ever-present in them, surprising me, but now his lips are moving. He is whispering words I can’t hear. I try to read his lips, but it’s useless… then he smiles. The smile is warm and reassuring.For a moment, I forget the agony. I forget that I am in a battle of life and death, bleeding out from my neck. I tune out the roaring crowd. It’s just me, King Sven, and that smile. It's almost as if he believes I can win this losing battle.“Fight…” I mumble to myself, eyes still glued to King Sven. “Fight!”“The least I can grant you is a final speech, so…” Lotus says, snapping me out of my Sven-induced trance. His weight on my back crushes me into the dirt. He is deceptively heavy. “Any last words, my gullible darling?”“No,” I spit, tearing my gaze away from King Sven. But my mind races, wondering what the King tried to tell me right on the brink of death. “None?” Lotus chuckles. “I am trying to be nice so I can make your end pai
KYLE'S POV.I must have the worst luck ever, because I have never been lucky. Not once. Not since the day I was born. And once again, my unluckiness rears its ugly head with Nico and the pack guards sudden appearance.“Always suspected you were up to no good, Katniss. And now you’ve just made me rich with the ten bags of denarii I will be cashing once I deliver this Fae to King Sven,” Nico says smugly, looking away from me for a brief moment as he glances at Katniss who stares at him with a death glare. “Thank you, Katniss. But this is where you die since you are practically useless now.”I push Nico on a whim and he stumbles backwards but does not fall as he regains composure quickly. I immediately stand in front of Katniss, trying to protect her. I cannot let her die. I cannot let anyone die all because their only crime is helping me or my sister. Carter’s blood has already been spilled. I make noise with my mouth, to try to communicate with Nico. But he stares at me, dumbfounded.“
My heart thumps loudly as I stare at the large crowd celebrating in front of me. The feeling of my staff does nothing to calm me down. A match has just ended and mine is next. The last fight had been between a Lycan from Selenium and a Gnome from Gnomes, and it had ended in less than twenty minut
OLIVIA'S POV.No way I'm seeing King Sven in heaven now… or wait. Is this hell? It has to be. He’s seated on a chair next to me. His brows are furrowed, eyes closed like he’s in a deep sleep. His dark hair brushes just past his shoulders. I’ve never noticed how long it is until now, how it falls o
KYLE'S POV.“Kyle, wake up. You need to eat something,” Katniss’s voice nudges me out of a restless sleep.I sit up slowly, muscles aching from another night on the cold basement floor. She stands over me, holding a stale piece of bread, a bowl of tomato soup, and a bottle of water. I give her a fa
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE START OF THE DANCE OF THE DEAD.“That’s what you'll be wearing for the party tonight,” Isadora says as she drops a flamboyant gold gown onto the bed. “From Lady Maggi.”I raise a brow as I stand from the floor, having just finished cleaning my staff. “A party? What party am I i







