Total pages in book: 222
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
I didn’t know what to say to that as I closed my fingers around one of the silky tassels on the gown’s belt.
“He grieved your death deeply,” Kolis said. “Felt responsible.”
I looked between them. “Why would you feel responsible?”
Callum didn’t answer.
Kolis did. “He was supposed to be with you when you were picking flowers for Anthea’s wedding. Instead, I believe he was fucking the baker’s daughter.”
Callum turned his head, and my brows inched up my forehead.
“He believed he could’ve prevented the tragedy if he had been there,” Kolis said. “Could have calmed his sister.”
Could he have? Possibly. “But how did he become a…Revenant?”
“Before I took my leave, he asked me to take him to Sotoria to apologize. I explained that was not possible. Mortals who have not passed judgment are not allowed in the Vale. He became distraught.”
Weight constricted my chest, thinning the breath I drew in, and I knew that what I felt was Sotoria’s sorrow—and maybe even a little of mine—because I…I thought I knew where this was heading.
“He withdrew a small knife from his belt and slit his throat,” Kolis said quietly.
“Gods,” I whispered, rubbing the center of my chest.
“I held you as you died.” Kolis’s voice thickened, filling with the heaviness of anguish carrying the sharp, bitter edge of regret. “And then, days later, I held your brother as he, too, took his last breath.”
I sealed my lips together with a firm press, not wanting to be affected by the emotion in Kolis’s voice—by the tragedy. It was hard not to be, though. Back then, it was quite possible that Kolis wasn’t yet such a monster. He had merely been Death…
Well, Death with obsessive tendencies and poor interpersonal relationship skills. Like really, really poor interpersonal relationship skills.
But he wasn’t what he was now.
“I couldn’t allow him to die, and knowing Eythos would not intervene on my behalf, I did what was forbidden of Death.” A wry, humorless smile appeared on Kolis’s features. “I gave life.”
“You…you Ascended Callum?” When Kolis nodded, I frowned. “But he’s not like the one I saw, the one you called an Ascended. She had pitch-black eyes. And he wasn’t a third son—”
“Because they are not the same,” Kolis answered.
My thoughts raced as I eyed Callum. If he wasn’t… “Revenants are demis then?”
Based on how dramatically Callum rolled his eyes, I was going with no.
“No, my dear, they are not.” Kolis smiled, and my skin felt like it was coated in slime. “We will discuss this more later when we don’t have other pressing needs to take care of.”
Needs.
Everything revolving around Callum fell to the wayside. My body locked up with both dread and anticipation, the latter hoping these needs dealt with Ash, and the former… The bite mark on my throat just above Aios’s necklace burned.
I didn’t want to think about the former.
“Please, go ahead, Callum,” Kolis instructed.
Stomach twisting, I almost did the unthinkable and shouted for Callum to stay as I watched him bow and then stalk from the chamber.
“So’lis?”
Lowering my hands to my sides, I searched for the veil of nothingness. It took too long for me to find it, but I did. When I felt nothing of myself, I shifted my gaze to him.
“I wanted to speak with you about the deal we made.” He was watching me. “He has not been released.”
My stomach hollowed.
“I am not reneging on our deal,” he added quickly. “My nephew was still in stasis. That is currently being resolved.”
This was what Attes had been talking about. “What does that mean?”
“My nephew is young for a Primal, but he is quite powerful.”
Pride surged through me. Damn straight, Ash was powerful.
“He awakened briefly from stasis right before Ione came,” he explained as he turned to the table. Something about that tugged at me. It was the same sensation I’d had when I dreamt Ash returned. “I had to ensure that he behaved himself while I decided what to do with him. That was before we struck our deal.”
The odd feeling vanished as I gripped the tassel on the belt. “How did you ensure that?”
Please don’t let it be what Attes suspected. Please. Please.
He poured himself a drink. “If I tell you, I believe it may upset you.”
“Not telling me will make me…worry more,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
He drank from his glass. By the time he faced me, my anxiety had my nerves strained and stretched taut. “To ensure that he caused few issues, I had him incapacitated. He will need to recover from that.”
I stared past Kolis, my breath snagging. Attes had been right. My hand flattened against my stomach as it twisted. Gods, I felt sick.
“It is not easy.”
My eyes snapped to him.
“Seeing you so affected by another,” he said. “The worry practically seeps from your pores.”
Warning bells rang in the back of my mind. “I told you that I care—”