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Story: A Bargain So Bloody
“They finished not a moment too soon,” Amalthea continued, strolling into my room. “We’ve only hours before the eclipse.” She was comfortable in my space, which made sense since I’d spent most of the past week holed upin my room. I went to training every morning, as instructed, using the practice to exhaust my body and escape the memories. I napped right after, the only decent sleep I got. Sometimes I hoped the music might help chase them away, but I didn’t want to spend any time lingering in the halls before retreating to the safety of my room. Then Amalthea would knock on my door with supper and join me, carefully avoiding the topic she most wanted to discuss: my fight with Raphael. Any time she brought it up, I ended the conversation, so she learned to dance around it while filling the otherwise oppressive silence with lighthearted court gossip. This week, the focus had all been on the eclipse.
Which was tonight.
I swallowed. The last thing I’d said to Raphael was that I would go with him, but I hadn’t heard a word since. A part of me still hoped he wouldn’t take me up on it, would show me it wasn’t as inevitable as Amalthea insisted. But her presence said otherwise.
“Let’s get this over with.” I hoped my vague disinterest would cover the fact the thought of the evening’s ball made me increasingly nervous.
Amalthea gave me a look I couldn’t quite decipher and gestured over to the vanity. I scratched my palms, anxious.
Could she see what was coming?
I hadn’t heard back from Titus, but when I caved and checked yesterday, the note was gone. I’d thought hewould make a move immediately, but I was waiting in suspense.
And in the interim, I was going to play the role of Raphael’s Chosen in the bloodiest way possible.
Around Amalthea’s side was a satchel of cosmetics. She spilled the contents over the counter, turning each bottle over, looking at me, and then discarding or setting aside the acceptable options until she had picked out a suitable selection for this occasion.
Normally I enjoyed talking with Amalthea, and she was eager to oblige, but both of us were fairly quiet. She murmured directions to me—close my eyes, open them, part my lips, shut them, tilt left, tilt right. Under her direction, my face transformed from plain to striking, with bright red sparkles around my eyelids, and sharp crimson on my lips. She artfully arranged my hair into a swept-up design, pinned in place with a silver ruby clip and ornamented with other jewels. To complete the ensemble, she clipped long, pinching earrings to my lobes.
“Now your dress,” she instructed, pushing me to the bathroom to change. Too tired to argue, I slipped behind closed doors, shucked off my day-wear, and pulled the dress on. Amalthea entered the room and laced the gown, looking at me in the mirror.
This is what the king’s Chosen would wear.
I hardly recognized myself. From my crown to my feet, I was bathed in red. My skin was pink, my face painted. Itwas as though I appraised a stranger—beautiful, I thought at once. A prize for a vampire.
I wanted to light the dress on fire.
Instead, I thanked Amalthea for everything, for arranging my makeup, for fixing my hair, for seeing the dress through. I thanked her even as I wanted to ask her why this was happening. To ask if her oracle powers could let her look to my past and find where it had all gone so wrong.
“You could come to my room while I finish getting ready,” she offered as she gathered the cosmetics and went to the door.
I stood, awkward in my own space. “No thanks. I think I could use a little quiet before the commotion this evening.”
“It’s a celebration, not a commotion,” she corrected, though I hardly saw the difference. She pressed her back against the door, giving me an understanding smile. “But I thought you’d say that. Raphael will be by in an hour—I’ll see you at the ball. Save me a dance.”
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her as the lock fell into place.
I exhaled, the corset of the dress suddenly too restrictive for me to inhale properly.
“Women,” said a contemptuous voice behind me.
I bit back a scream at the sound.How?
“Titus.”
Invisible spiders crawled down my spine. It was unnerving to realize someone invisible lurked around you,and a thousand times worse to realize he had been in my bedroom. Amalthea hadn’t had the door open long when she left, which meant he either slipped in at just the right moment… or he’d been here the entire time.
“My, and don’t you sound pleased to see me, Samara.” His voice had moved—not closer, but now at my other side. I forced myself not to flinch, to not give him the satisfaction. “Disappointed your little dress-up adventure was cut short?”
“What do you want?” I demanded.
The king’s spy was in no hurry to answer my questions. “I despise that woman, you know. An abomination. You’d think the worst thing in the world would be being born useless without magic like the voids, but those heretics are worse. And here she is, proving we were right to hunt them down. Betraying her own kind, and for what? To spend hours preening in front of the mirror? Vapid, useless thing. A waste of magic.”
I stiffened at his derogatory tone. I might be working with Titus now, but that didn’t mean I no longer loathed him. “What is your counterproposal?” I cast my arms up theatrically, but really, I was trying to create space around myself so I could maneuver to the bed. The one blessing of this dress was the volume of the skirt gave me at least a little distance from the spy. “She’d be killed in the Witch Kingdom. Who could blame her for surviving?” There was also the fact Amalthea was the furthest thing from vapid I’d ever encountered—and the Witch Kingdom had its shareof vapid courtiers. Thea spent hours each day in meetings, when she wasn’t with me. She sat on a number of councils and advised Raphael. Additionally, she was acutely aware of the going-ons at every level of court, not just in aristocratic circles. Maids confided in her, dressmakers gossiped with her. Overbearing? At times. But vapid?Never.
“Then she should have died with dignity before she could shame our entire species,” Titus snapped.
It was the first time his calm veneer had slipped.
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