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“He attempted to follow me when I left the Bonelands,” Kyn explained, smirking as he looked down at the beaten god. “When I caught him, he demanded to be taken to Nyktos.” Kyn laughed, and my chest squeezed. “I’m not sure what the idiot thought would happen.”

Gods, Rhain was an idiot—a brave, loyal idiot.

“I know this one,” Kolis commented, sliding his hands along the arms of the throne. “It’s Rhain, correct?”

Blood dripped from his chin as Rhain lifted his head, angling it toward the cage. I froze as the one eather-lit eye focused on me.

“That is his name,” Kyn confirmed.

Kolis studied the god. “Rhain, a god of the Callasta Isles,” he said, sending a bolt of surprise darting through me. He’d originally served Veses? I’d never known which Court Rhain came from. “And son of Daniil. You look so much like your father.” He rose. “Well, you resemble your father the last time I saw him.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, his meaning clear.

“Fuck you,” Rhain spat.

Kyn reacted without hesitation. I flinched when his booted foot slammed into Rhain’s back, knocking him to his stomach.

I jerked forward when Rhain groaned, turning his head so his one good eye was visible. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

“I’m sure your father said the same thing,” Kolis replied. “I’ll tell you what I told him. No, thank you.”

Panic seeded itself deep inside me, taking root. Feeling as if the chamber had shrunk in size, I stepped to the side toward the locked door. My hands opened and closed at my sides, the embers in my chest throbbing.

“Did you…did you tell him?” Rhain rasped, the words warped. “Why you were…going to murder him?”

“He already knew.” Kolis approached him. “He committed an act of treason. Like father, like son, I see.”

“Conspiring?” A wet, broken laugh rattled from Rhain. Seemingly with sheer strength of will, he managed to get his knees under him. “My father…only refused to…become a murderous henchman.”

I hadn’t known any of this—or anything about Rhain, really. It wasn’t like we’d chatted often and got to know each other. The god had been wary of me from the moment I arrived in the Shadowlands. And after he learned that I’d planned to kill Ash, he understandably hadn’t been fond of me.

“What you call a murderous henchman, I call a loyal servant.” Kolis stopped in front of Rhain. “Ah, look at you.”

Rhain struggled to stand, his chest heaving with the effort, but he got his feet under him. His hair was even darker now, sweat mingling with the blood. But, gods, he stood. “You…you don’t know what loyalty…is.”

“And you do?” Kolis asked softly. “Your father thought he did. He was wrong.” He looked over at the other Primal. “What do you think, Kyn?”

“I said what I think.” The Primal of Peace and Vengeance crossed his arms. “He’s a fucking idiot.”

“Fuck you,” Rhain spat.

Kyn stepped toward him.

The false King held up a hand, stopping the Primal. Growling low in his throat, Kyn backed off.

Rhain smirked.

And a huge part of me respected that. It was something I’d do, but I could also be a fucking idiot. I glanced at the cage door again, thinking about the hidden key. There was no way I’d get to it and get out. Even if I did, then what? I didn’t know, but I had to do something.

Because what I felt? And what I saw clear as day in my mind? It was like a prophetic vision. There was only one reason Kyn would bring Rhain to Kolis alive. Pressure clamped down on my chest. I knew what was about to happen.

Kolis was going to kill Rhain.

“So, you followed Kyn in hopes he’d lead you to Nyktos?”

Rhain didn’t answer as he swayed unsteadily.

“See, I have questions about that,” Kolis continued. “You’d truly have to be an idiot if you thought you could follow Kyn without being caught.”