burned above them. The heat swelled, and Stephen had huddled by the floor, sobbing in terror. Melody had kept him calm, singing through the noise and chaos, her voice echoing across the stone to give him comfort. Anytime he woke in the night, heart gripped with horror, he still recalled those songs. Deep underground, they’d survived while the rest of the mansion collapsed.
It’d taken two days, but at last they’d been dug free. Stephen still remembered staggering out into the light, stinking of filth, his body drained and dying for a drink of water. He’d reached for his father, only to have Leon take a step back, his nose crinkling in disgust. That was when Stephen realized just how ugly he was, how wretched a body he inhabited. When his mother had been pulled out, it was she whom he’d held, she whom he’d pulled close against his body.
“I was never his daughter,” Stephen whispered. “Every time he called me that, he lied.”
“Hush now,” Melody said, putting a hand against his cheek and forcing him to look up at her. “You can’t help how you were born, so don’t blame yourself. Your father was a troubled man, but he loved you. He loved
He nodded, then tugged at her shirt.
“May I?” he asked.
“If you must.”
She unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled free a breast. Stephen latched onto it with his lips, rubbed across the nipple with his tongue, and then began to suck. No milk came out, not like the earliest years in the prison, but he was long past needing that physical nourishment. It was the attention he needed now, the soothing sensation of being cradled by his mother. He suckled for a while, felt his nerves gradually ease. He was anxious about killing Alyssa, he knew. It was that bodyguard of hers, that heathen woman, Zusa. Laerek assured him she’d be occupied that night, but he knew enough of Zusa to not trust that promise. When he killed Alyssa, he’d have to make it quick, not enjoy it like the others.
But Laerek had made him another promise, one that still got his blood racing when he thought of it.
“Laerek said he’ll have Thren ready for me soon,” he said, releasing Melody’s nipple and then pressing his face against her breast. “He was given orders to leave him alive, just so I can kill him. I can’t wait, mommy, I can’t…”
She stroked his face, and he heard her chuckle as if he’d said something amusing.
“You shouldn’t let him trouble you so,” she said.
Stephen shook his head.
“How can you say that? You loved father, too, didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
“And he killed him, mother! Thren killed him!”
He’d just taken power a little over a year ago, his right as firstborn son finally acknowledged despite him being discovered within Leon’s cells. Not long after, Laerek had come to him, asking questions about things Stephen had never wanted to think on again.
“Do you know who killed your father?” Laerek had asked.
Stephen had not been told, so he’d been left to rumors.
“I assume it was the Watcher,” he’d replied. “Is that not what the whispers say?”
Laerek had shaken his head, and given him such a condescending smirk.
“A man in gray, wielding matching blades, came into your father’s home, slew his guards, and then executed him without mercy. He’d brought a companion with him, who died, unable to escape. His name was Senke, a long- time member of the Spider Guild. Thren Felhorn killed your father, Stephen.”
“Then why does the Watcher take the credit?”
“He thrives on fear. Why would he not?”
Stephen had had nothing to say to that. He’d given no thought to Leon’s murder, only in regaining his power. Upon doing so, his very first act had been to free Melody. She had been with him, teaching him the ways of high society, guiding him through the pitfalls that might have ensnared him. And hearing Laerek’s question, she’d leaned down and whispered into his ear.
“You have the name of his murderer. What will you do, Stephen? How much did you truly love him?”
He thought of that now as she held him, seemingly uncaring about the death of Leon’s murderer.
“Why do you not hate him as much as I?” he asked her. His face deep into her cleavage, he inhaled deeply, the smell of her sweat and sex so familiar to him. “You were the one who urged me to meet Laerek, who asked me to seek vengeance. I do this all for you.”
Melody gently pushed him back, and before he could protest, she fully clothed herself.
“You would doubt me, then question my emotions?” she said, a stern edge overcoming her voice. “Truth is, Leon is dead. If avenging his murder gives you peace, then I support you. But most important is that we remain faithful to our god. That is why I wanted you to listen. That is why I urged you to do as Laerek says. The end of days is coming, my sweet little child. Veldaren must be made ready. Will you fight for it, or will you sit here in your room with your toys and your shadows and hide from what you have been called to do by our glorious Karak?”
Tears grew in his eyes, and he fought to keep his voice under control.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” he said. “I will. I promise I will. I’ll kill her, and I’ll leave her in darkness just like her father left you.”
Melody took his chin in her fingers, tilted him close, and kissed his forehead several times.
“Feel no shame,” she said. “And fight your doubt, just like we must fight the chaos of this world. Karak has given you a grand purpose, and I couldn’t be any more proud. Go do what must be done, and know that I will always be here for you.”
Behind her was a closet, and carefully he stood and pulled it open. Inside was a crossbow loaded with a single arrow, its tip coated with poison. All prepared and ready for him with his mother’s loving hands. He took it, smiled at her.
“I’ll make you happy,” he said. “I owe you so much. I’m not sure I can ever repay you.”
Now holding the candle, Melody lifted it to her face so the light shone across her smile.
“You’re my beloved daughter,” she said. “The one I should have had and raised if not for Maynard’s pride. You have nothing to repay me for.”
Stephen reached for the door, and as he pulled it open, Melody called his name.
“Stephen,” she said. “When you take her eyes, tell her the truth. Tell her you’re my daughter now, more than she’ll ever be. Do that, but remember, don’t harm Nathaniel. Karak has blessed him for a reason. Once free of Alyssa’s influence, his gift will blossom like a flower, and we must do whatever we can to nourish it. He is no threat to my ascension.”
Crossbow shaking in his sweaty hand, Stephen nodded to his mother.
“I will,” he said. “I promise I will.”
He left, shut the door behind him, and then hurried down the hall to where Alyssa slept.
Victor leaned against the back wall of his tavern, arms crossed, body covered with shining armor. His fingers drummed the hilt of his sword, but he forced himself to remain calm and leave it sheathed. Gathered together, in both the tavern and two nearby streets, were the bulk of his forces. They were all equally impatient, but Victor had no choice, much as it left a foul taste in his mouth.
True to his word, Deathmask arrived twenty minutes after sunset. He walked alone, his face unclouded by ash or cloth. His smile was wide, and it unnerved Victor further.
“I’m here, and my men ready,” Victor said. “What is of such great importance?”
Deathmask bowed low in greeting.
“Forgive me if I inconvenienced you,” he said. When he pulled up from his bow, there was a sparkle in his red eye. “But if you want to keep a hold on Veldaren, you need to act now, without delay.”
“What are you talking about? Speak plainly.”
Deathmask looked to be in no hurry, despite his urgent message. He paced before Victor, tapping his lips with a finger.
“I’m sure you know much of this city’s guilds, but what about elsewhere?”
Victor shook his head.
“I must profess ignorance in this.”
