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“You have
got
to be kidding me,” I said.

It was Jasmine.

“You!”

Even with her hands bound, Jasmine didn't hesitate to attack me. She came tearing across the room, face filled with fury. I'm not sure if her intent was to kick me or simply throw herself at me, but she never even got close. My guards were on her in a flash, hauling her back. Magic started to flare around her, but one of the guards countered it with some weak nullifying magic. Her iron cuffs made magic hard to use, but the human in her gave her greater resistance. I turned on all of them incredulously.

“That's not the missing girl. That's my sister! How could you not know that? She was Aeson's mistress!”

It was Rurik who answered. “A lot of the guard has changed since Aeson's time. Many here came as a gift from King Dorian.” It was true. Dorian had warned that even though I'd won the Thorn Land fair and square, many of those who had served Aeson would have a hard time shaking that loyalty. Rurik had consequently sifted through the servants and guards, getting rid of those he didn't think could be trusted.

“Still,” I said. “Someone should have known. Where the hell is Shaya?”

“She is away, tending to administrative errands,” said the guard who'd been so excited initially. Now he seemed deeply embarrassed and upset.

Jasmine, meanwhile, hadn't ceased in her struggles to break free of the guards. Without her magic, she wasn't much of a threat and seemed to realize using it was futile right now. She stood average height for a girl her age, but her build was slim, and she always seemed a little too skinny. Maybe that just ran in our family. Her eyes were large and blue-gray, reminiscent of storm clouds.

“You can't hold me here, Eugenie!” she screamed. “I'm going to break free and kill you. Then
I
will be the one to bear our father's heir!”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “The song remains the same.”

To be honest, I was actually kind of surprised Jasmine wasn't already pregnant and took it as a positive sign that she was still referring to it as a future event. The prophecy that loomed over both of us said that Storm King's daughter's son would be the one to lead the battle to conquer humanity. It hadn't specified which daughter, and apparently, Jasmine was still hell-bent on beating me to it.

“It's going to happen,” Jasmine continued. “You can't stop it.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I demanded. “You're fifteen! You have no business even talking about getting pregnant, let alone conquering the human world. You were raised there, for God's sake. Do you know how much Wil misses you?”

“I hate them,” she spat. With the angry look in her eyes, I expected to hear thunder rumbling somewhere. “I hate them all. Even him. I never belonged there.
This
is my world.”

“Not if I pack you up and send you to Catholic boarding school somewhere,” I mused, rather entertained by the idea.

“They'd never be able to hold me.”

“I was joking. Geez, doesn't sarcasm run in the family?”

“You'll never be able to hold me either. Your men got lucky, and you know it. I've been dodging them for weeks, each time they thought they had me.”

I rolled my eyes at her smug attitude, secretly wondering what the hell I was going to do with her now. I'd spent all this time hunting her and had almost gotten used to the idea that she was gone for good. Now that we had her, I was at a bit of a loss. Never would I have guessed that my guards would inadvertently stumble across her while looking for Moria. In the midst of my puzzling, Jasmine's words suddenly replayed through my mind.

“My guys have never found you before,” I said. “Believe me, we've been looking.”

Jasmine stared at me like I was crazy, which was something, considering that she was the one who needed to be on medication. “They almost got me last week. Maybe they were just too embarrassed about how I nearly drowned them with a tidal wave to tell you.”

I shot a questioning look to Rurik, who shook his head. I turned back to her. “Those weren't my guys.” A strange thought suddenly occurred to me. “Were they human?”

“No, of course not.”

“Are you sure?”

Jasmine gave me a narrow-eyed look. “I know the difference between humans and shining ones.
You're
the one who's in denial, trying to act like you're all-human.”

I doubted she would say that if she had any idea what I'd been contending with here lately. Her obnoxious adolescent attitude aside, I was thinking again about what she'd said. She'd spoken of nearly being caught…by whom? I thought back to my meeting with Moria and her babbling about the Red Snake Man. I'd made a huge leap about Art being responsible for kidnapping her and the others.

Again, I slowed down my racing mind to think of other options. It was possible that Moria's red snake was something entirely different. Or, maybe she'd just run into him here. Like all shamans, he probably crossed over every now and then. Maybe she'd seen the tattoo then. Or, perhaps most likely, was my earlier notion that Art had simply banished her back. All of that seemed more plausible. Yet was it enough to cause Moria such terror? That was the repeated question with no answer.

And now here was Jasmine, also talking about abduction. It seemed too much of a coincidence that that would happen while other young girls were disappearing.

“Were they brigands?” I asked Jasmine. “Like…sort of rough and dirty types?”

“They were guards or some other kind of fighter,” she said. “Stop trying to act like you had nothing to do with it. I know the difference between a bunch of gross beggars and trained soldiers.”

“Yeah, yeah, you're a freaking genius,” I muttered.

“That's not hard, compared to you.”

“Oh, look at that. Sarcasm is in the genes.” When I was younger, I'd hated being an only child and had longed for siblings. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagined this was what I'd end up with. “What did these guys look like? Were they in uniform?” My guards' uniforms were mismatched. They all had leather armor, but Dorian's recruits wore the green of his army while mine had blue left over from Aeson. Some just wore whatever color tunics they wanted.

“I'm not telling you anything else,” she said. “Now let me go!”

There was almost a whine to her command, making her seem very much her age and less like someone literally set on world domination. Of course, there was no way I was letting her out of this place, not when she was clearly willing to spread her legs for anyone who might help fulfill our deranged father's grand plans.

Then, staring at her young face, a new thought occurred to me. I was always so concerned about her wanting to get pregnant that I never paid much attention to the idea of her facing the same risks I did. My queenly status had given me some reprieve, but there were still plenty of Otherworldly guys not above raping me. Jasmine had to be facing the same thing, the target of anyone who wanted to be the father of Storm King's heir. These soldiers she was talking about might have had no connection at all to Moria's abductors—if she had been abducted. Fuck. This was all hurting my brain. I needed to talk to Roland and Art before jumping to any more conclusions.

And in the meantime, this was all good reason to keep Jasmine under lock and key.

“Sorry,” I told her. “You aren't going anywhere. You'll be lucky if I don't break out the Depo-Provera and fill your cell full of abstinence propaganda.”

“Cell? You are
not
locking me in any cell.” Her lips were puffed into a pout. Again, she seemed so much like any ordinary surly teen that I nearly laughed. She looked more like a girl who'd been grounded from texting than one who aspired to be an all-powerful fairy queen.

When I didn't respond, the impact seemed to truly hit her.

“You can't…you can't do that! Do you know who I am? I'm a princess. I'm Storm King's daughter! My son is going to rule the worlds.”

I shook my head. “No, you're a self-absorbed brat in serious need of discipline and counseling.”

“You can't do that!”

“I can…or did you forget who
I
am? I'm the big sister who rules a kingdom and isn't going to let you jump all over this prophecy.”

“You can't lock me up forever,” she warned.

“She's right,” a voice behind me said.

I turned and saw Ysabel hovering near the doorway. She didn't look terrified of me anymore, but she no longer bore that cocky arrogance. She looked cool and aloof.

“You can't lock her up forever,” continued Ysabel. “You should kill her.”

“What?” Both Jasmine and I spoke at the same time. Ysabel seemed perfectly blasé about it all.

“She's your greatest rival to bearing Storm King's grandson. So long as she lives, she always will be an obstacle. The only way you'll be free and retain your power is if she's gone.”

I started to protest that I didn't want to beat Jasmine to the prophecy. Then, I realized that part didn't matter. It was Jasmine's own desire for getting pregnant that was the problem, and Ysabel was right to a certain extent. As long as Jasmine was around, I wouldn't have any peace.

I slowly shook my head. “I'm not killing my own sister. But I am double-binding her. Somebody get another set of iron cuffs.”

I saw a few guards flinch. Even with as little iron as the cuffs had, that was still more than most gentry could comfortably handle. Doubling it would stunt her magic even more, but that human blood was still going to give us trouble.

“I want her cell guarded at all times,” I told Rurik. “With more than you usually would post. And make sure you've got guards that can actually use magic.” Someone had returned with the second set of cuffs by then, causing Jasmine to start up a new round of shrieks and protests.

Rurik gave me a nod and then said in a low voice, “If I could speak to your majesty in private?”

I arched an eyebrow. Rurik always obeyed me but rarely bothered with formalities or respect, which didn't bother me. In public, though, he always used my titles, and I wondered what was on his mind. We stepped out of the room, past a disapproving Ysabel, and came to a halt a little ways down the hall.

“Keeping the girl locked and under guard might not be the best idea,” he said.

I groaned. “Don't tell me you think I should kill her too.”

He shrugged. “Dorian would tell you to. But if you insist on keeping her here, then get that demon of yours to guard her.”

For a moment, I thought of the fire demons. Then, I realized he was using a more generalized term. “You mean Volusian?”

“I'm not saying they'd do it….” Rurik hesitated. “But I'm not saying they wouldn't either. A lot of those guards might be tempted by the thought of fathering the heir, and if she offered…”

“Good God. She's fifteen.”

“Old enough. It didn't stop Aeson, and if she convinced one of the guards, her age wouldn't matter. I'm guessing your, uh, friend wouldn't be so easily swayed.”

Volusian swayed by sex? Hardly. Particularly if he was under my commands.

“Fine. I'll summon him.” Volusian would also stop any magic she could muster.

“You might also consider finding a potion master to create a tincture of nightshade.”

“A what?”

“It's a drink that will inhibit her from using her magic.”

“Isn't nightshade poisonous?”

“Not to shining ones. Not if mixed with the right ingredients. With her human blood, it will, ah, leave her a little…disoriented. But it won't kill her.”

“I'm not going to keep her in a drugged stupor.” I started to return to the room and then paused to give Rurik a canny look. “Why warn me? I remember a time when
you
wanted to father the heir. Why not take your own shot?”

“With her?” Rurik snorted. “I still wouldn't hesitate to beget Storm King's grandson—but she's not the one. The heir's mother should be a warrior, and unfortunately, that only leaves you.”

“You're never getting near my bed, Rurik.”

“Yes, I've deduced as much. But I would still support Storm King's grandson and would be nearly as happy for my lord the Oak King to father him.”

“Dorian? That's the only other alternative as far as you're concerned?”

Rurik's expression seemed to wonder that there could be any question. “Who else?”

I shook my head and left him, off to order the imprisonment of my sister.

 

Before setting Volusian on permanent guard duty, I had one brief task for him. He wasn't very happy about it, not that that came as any real surprise.

“My mistress, as usual, is intent on furthering my eternal torment.”

“I don't really see how watching a teenage girl is that bad—for you, anyway. It's going to be a lot harder on her.”