Part 6 (1/2)

But they were showering me with them to be rid of me.

For good.

The queen studied me, and I endured her scrutiny even as I tried to understand what I was sensing in the room.

I knew I had everyone's attention. However, it seemed far keener than this insignificant ch.o.r.e would need. The magnitude of the offering was astounding. But the ch.o.r.e of being done with me surely was felt by all (save Noc) as insignificant.

And yet I sensed they were all watching me closely.

I didn't like the feeling. It seemed dangerous.

And in a room filled with people who either disliked me greatly or didn't think much of me, that danger was considerable.

I knew that kind of danger.

And I knew the play that had to be made when I found myself in it.

I needed to retreat immediately.

”My grat.i.tude, your grace,” I said quietly. ”May I beg the favor of a servant to carry these generous gifts to my rooms?”

”I appreciate you voiced this request, as you haven't seemed to concern yourself with ordering about servants who've been scuttling around the Palace now for weeks preparing for the Bitter Gales, not to mention after the rather dire and miraculous events that occurred yesterday, in order for them to cater to your whims,” Queen Aurora returned.

I fought my back snapping straight.

That was not cold.

It was spiteful.

Any guest in this palace would not hesitate to do the same.

And I'd ordered wine, bread, cheese and a fire. Noc had ordered the blasted whiskey.

Oh, and I'd asked for a sleeping draught and a bath to be brought up that morning.

But that was all.

I hadn't even requested breakfast.

”But, yes,” Aurora went on to answer my request. ”We'll see they're safely delivered to your rooms immediately. Now, can I further offer the services of the palace staff to a.s.sist you in packing and being certain the horses are put to your sleigh so that it's waiting for you early on the morrow?”

In other words, get out.

I didn't fight back lifting my chin a smidge. ”Yes. You may. And I would be grateful.”

”Excellent,” she murmured, casting her eyes to her daughter (who was not her daughter), somehow communicating at the same time she was casting me out of her mind.

I was to leave.

Immediately.

I did not bow or drop into even a slight curtsy, although this was a considerable breach of protocol.

I'd been dismissed.

Therefore I turned to leave.

”As I said.” I heard Frey mutter.

Apollo's words came right after. ”Yes, Franka Drakkar would never do something for naught.”

I heard this but it was what I was feeling coming from Noc that made my gaze s.h.i.+ft to him.

And the pang came back, ten times the strength, searing a swath of pain through my middle as I saw disappointment and even mild aversion in his eyes as he watched me move through the room.

Looking at him, I knew. I knew he'd told them of our time together last night. He'd likely shared he thought more of me than they ever would.

Undoubtedly, this was met with incredulity.

Or, perchance, hilarity.

But I knew he'd also told them I would not accept remuneration for the part I'd played in saving my universe.

Or, perhaps, not that extraordinary amount.

And I knew just looking at him, looking at the carefully blank expression on Circe's face, which I caught when I cast a swift downward glance in her direction, that they may have been offered their rewards.

But they'd declined, or at the very least eschewed such extravagance.

They'd done what they'd done out of care and concern. They'd put their lives at risk because it was the right thing to do.

They'd done it because they were good, kind people right down to their bones.

Unlike me.

I'd been born with the black soul of a Drakkar and no matter how hard Antoine had worked to cleanse it, it would forever remain midnight.

”As you said, Noctorno,” I spoke haughtily, looking right in his eyes as I kept moving toward the door, ”there are no such things as heroes.”

Except, I thought but did not say, you.

And with that, I pulled my gaze from his, kept my head lifted and swept out of the room.

Valentine ”She is not a good person,” Lavinia declared.

”Mm...” Valentine murmured, her attention aimed at the large sphere sitting on its emerald-green velvet pillow on the table between Valentine and her fellow witch.

”I can understand your fascination with her, my friend, she's quite fascinating. As a snake lying coiled in the sun would be fascinating. But get too close, the snake strikes.”