right, pointing and whispering-clearly to get their first view of the girl from another world. The carriage rounded the large fountain in the center and pulled to a stop in front of a huge wooden door. Kira’s heart raced with anticipation. When she heard the latch on the castle door turn, she braced herself. She wasn’t sure how to react to seeing him. Her heart sank when Luka came through the door, not Octavion. She fought back her tears of disappointment.
“Good morning ladies,” he said. “May I help you from the carriage?” He stepped closer and offered his hand. A sudden suspicion filled her and she couldn’t bring herself to accept his offer.
Ussay, however, accepted his hand freely. “How kind of you, sire.”
Luka gently guided Ussay to the ground and steadied her until she’d gained her balance. Then he turned to Kira and offered his hand again.
“Shall I fetch my armor, my lady?” he said with a smirk.
Kira laughed. She couldn’t help herself. With only a few words, he’d found a way to break through her fear. “You might need it to protect your pride. Taken down by the same girl twice-not exactly something a
“Aaah.” He put his other hand over his heart as if wounded.
“A little to the left, Luka. I shot you in the shoulder, remember.” Ussay stood by the door with her mouth hanging open. Kira sensed she would have questions for her later. Kira took Luka’s hand and allowed him to help her from the carriage.
“Much nicer than the other night when you threw me on the ground,” she teased.
His brow furrowed. “I
“I guess I should have trusted you. I was so scared. I didn’t understand what was happening. Next time I’ll be more prepared.” She looked around the courtyard and then back to the door.
“He is not here,” Luka said. “We did not know when you would arrive so he offered to take Cade hunting. I have sent him a message. They will return shortly.”
“Cade?” The injury to his back had been so severe she honestly didn’t think he’d survived. “Is he. . okay?”
He looked away for a moment. “He is well enough.”
Kira’s heart sank. “But not well enough to hunt alone.”
When his eyes met hers again she saw pain and sorrow in them. “No. He has not regained the strength of his legs. There is feeling in them, but he is not able to walk on his own.”
“And the wound?”
“It is healing nicely. It held some infection, as did yours, but he will mend.”
“I’m so sorry, Luka. It’s my fault. I should have stayed down. I should have let Octavion take me away.” The image in her head of Cade as he was before, so full of life and eager to hunt the Darkords, made her regret all her decisions she’d made that day. If only she’d listened to Octavion. Her selfish stupidity had cost Cade everything.
“Kira, stop.” He clamped his hands around her arms and focused on her eyes. “You did
He dropped his hands and used a section of his sleeve to wipe a tear from her cheek. Then he smiled again. “Now, would you like to meet my mother?” He put out his elbow to escort her into the castle.
She slipped her hand over his arm. “I’d love to.”
The interior of the castle was even more magnificent than the outside. The sun coming through the stained glass windows cast a kaleidoscope of color across the entire stone floor. In front of her, a grand staircase rose up to a balcony that spanned the entire width of the massive entry. A room opened to her left; overstuffed chairs and sofas, all in a soft red fabric, accented with several square pillows in royal blue and gold, looked warm and inviting. Vases of fresh cut flowers sat on tables that flanked the sofas, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance.
To her right, small high back, dark wooden chairs framed a wide open space. She recognized it from sharing Lydia’s memories-the grand hall where she’d danced with Bastian. Lydia’s mother died that night. So had Serena-or so she’d been told.
At the far end of the room stood a small platform that held two larger chairs made of an intricately carved wood with cushions covered in gold fabric, their backs stretching almost to the ceiling.
“She is in the garden,” Luka said as he led her through a large set of glass doors.
“Kira, dear.” A sweet voice echoed off the castle walls.
Kira turned toward it and saw a woman sitting near a small fountain in an overstuffed chair. At first she carried a little extra weight around her belly, but then realized she was pregnant-very pregnant. The woman stood, pressing one hand on the small of her back for extra support. Luka quickly dropped Kira’s arm and went to her waddling figure.
“Mother, you must not get up. You need to stay off your feet. You heard what the midwife said.” He took her arm and turned her back toward the fountain.
“Nonsense, I must meet our guest,” she protested.
Kira followed Luka and, once he had his mother settled, introduced herself. “You must be Mara,” she said, extending her hand. “My name is Kira. I need to thank you for bringing Octavion’s letter yesterday.”
Mara’s eyes widened slightly as she shook her head. Kira had obviously said too much.
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“Oh, Luka,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Do not be so dramatic. I was there and back in an instant. No harm done.” She pushed him aside. “Now go tell Ussay we need a cup of her tea and perhaps a bite to eat. Are you hungry, dear?” She still had a death grip on Kira’s hand from their introduction.
“I’ve eaten, thank you.” Kira sat on the stone bench across from Mara and took back her hand. “But tea sounds great.” Suddenly aware of her posture and how dirty she felt, Kira inconspicuously glanced down to check her fingernails. They were filthy so she tucked them into the creases of her dress. She straightened her back and made sure her feet were square on the cold stone-a very uncomfortable position.
“How is your foot, dear? Luka said you had a mishap the other night.” Mara put her hand on top of her belly and tucked the red fabric up under her breasts. It made her stomach look even bigger.
Kira stuck her foot out from under her dress. “It’s better. Hardly hurts anymore.”
Mara gasped. “Where are your shoes, girl. Have you been without them this whole time?”
Before she could answer, Ussay came through the glass doors with a large silver tray displaying a fancy ceramic tea pot and two cups. She also had a plate of pink and green cookies with some kind of nut in the middle Kira couldn’t identify.
“Ussay. How could you let her go without shoes? Have you no sense?” Mara’s voice was condescending and cruel. It was all Kira could do to hold her tongue-she didn’t want Ussay to lose her job on account of her.
Ussay put the tray down and curtsied. “Forgive me, my lady. I will give her mine.” She slipped her shoes off and put them over near the hem of Kira’s dress.
“Mara, please don’t be angry with Ussay. She offered her shoes several times and I refused. She even took me to the cobbler, but he didn’t have anything that would fit me. It isn’t her fault.” Kira pushed the shoes toward Ussay. “They are too big anyway and will make it difficult for me to walk. I go barefoot all the time at home.”
Ussay stood there watching Mara’s expression, waiting to hear her next command.
Mara eyed the shoes and Kira’s bare feet. “Very well, then. Take your shoes, Ussay.” Then she kicked off one of hers. “Perhaps mine would be a better fit. We cannot take the chance of you cutting your foot again in a castle filled with Royals.”
Ussay slipped her shoes back on. “Oh, no, my lady. You must not offer your own shoes. I will find some for her.”
“Nonsense. I have plenty of shoes.”
Kira reached down to pick up the shoe, but Ussay grabbed it and knelt in front of her.
“Allow me, my lady.” She took Kira’s foot and settled it into the shoe-a perfect fit.
“There,” Mara said. “Ussay, go to my dressing chambers and pick out a pair of shoes for Kira. Make sure they are comfortable.” She waved her hand in the air to dismiss her.
