Part 52 (1/2)
She couldn't have both. Not as long as the demon was inside him. Because, the only way to keep him here, with the demon, was to guilt him, and that she wouldn't do. She wouldn't trap him with her emotions the way the minions had once trapped him with their chains.
She had to let him go, didn't she?
Her heart drummed into a too-fast beat. No. She didn't have to let him go, she realized. Not when she could save him and finally set him free, giving a life for a life.
Her life for his.
Almost every day of her existence, she had been punished for other people's crimes. The past few weeks, she'd done what she'd done to stop that from ever happening again. She'd planned and she'd fought and she'd conquered. But now, she had a chance to end Kane's pain once and for all.
If she took the demon inside herself...if she met with the Sent One...
She could receive the final blow, saving Kane.
She would die. Once, a part of her had been resigned to such a fate. Now? All of her rebelled. But for Kane, she would do it. She would act as a blood slave was meant, and willingly take the punishment of another.
He deserved a chance to be the man he'd always dreamed of being. He could rule these people better than she ever could. And he would. He wouldn't shrink from the duty just because she wasn't here. He had too much honor.
I have to act now. What had her mother used to say? A horse had to be saddled before it could be ridden.
Knowing she only had a few hours until morning dawned and he would be expected in the garden, she slipped from the bed to quietly dress. Then, using the secret pa.s.sageways her father had been so fond of, she made her way to the dungeon. Two guards stood sentry at the entrance. They nodded when they spotted her, and moved their crisscrossing swords out of the way. She soared past.
She had examined the cases of the men and women her father had kept down here, and had found out that most had done nothing more serious than annoy him...or have something he'd wanted. So, she'd released the ”offenders” and given them bags of gold from the royal treasury. The money couldn't make up for the pain they'd endured, and the years they'd lost, but it was a start.
Rather than keep the remaining prisoners out front, their arms shackled above their heads for all to come and view, she'd placed each individual in a cage, and she'd made sure they were far enough away from each other that they couldn't talk and plan an escape.
The first cage belonged to her father.
She peered through the bars. He paced at the far wall, muttering to himself about the injustice of his circ.u.mstances. His clothes were ripped, dirty, and his hair tangled.
He spotted her and froze. ”You,” he said on a sizzle of breath. ”Let me out. Now.”
”No.” She shook her head. ”You earned your place down here. I'm still trying to fix the messes you created for an entire race of people.”
”People that belong to me. I can do whatever I choose with them.”
”Not anymore.”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. ”Did you come down here hoping to buy my love? To taunt me with what I lost, and promise to give it back if only I'll acknowledge you?”
She laughed without humor, and he blinked in confusion. ”The time for that pa.s.sed long ago. And no, I didn't come down here to taunt you.”
”Whatever your reason, it was a mistake.” He raced to the bars and reached through, wrapping his fingers around her neck. She could have avoided contact-but she hadn't wanted to.
As he squeezed, she curled her ungloved hands around his wrist and drew from him. Strength. The abilities he possessed.
He tried to sever the connection, but the suction was simply too powerful.
When finally she released him, his knees collapsed and he toppled to the floor.
”Thanks for that,” she said. Her muscles buzzed with energy. Her blood crackled. ”It's why I came. You see, I'm not going to survive the morning, and I'm hoping your abilities will die with me, leaving you as helpless as the people you've hurt.”
As he roared a denial, she moved on to the next hall of cells and came to the queen's personal quarters. The female was just as dirty as the king, but she turned her back on Josephina, as if she still couldn't bear to speak with her.
”I'm proof of his infidelity. You hate me. I get it.”
Silence. Not even the rasp of breath.
”I was an innocent party in all of this,” Josephina added, determined to say her piece. ”I was a child. I was lonely and scared, and desperately wanted someone to love me. My mother was a woman trapped by circ.u.mstance. No one in this realm said no to the king, and you know that. She didn't want a married man, but rather than help her escape his notice, you shunned her.”
Annnd, still nothing.
In a secret place in her heart, she had wanted an apology. An acknowledgment. She would never get it, though, and wouldn't spend another second hoping for it, wasting this precious energy.
Sighing, she moved on to Synda's cell. The girl had heard her and was waiting for her, fingers twined around the bars.
”Let me out,” the princess begged. ”Please.”
Josephina opened her mouth to pour out every hurt this girl had caused, to voice every wrong she'd had to endure, but she stopped herself. Synda would listen, but she wouldn't hear. She would nod, but she wouldn't truly understand. She would tell Josephina everything she longed to be told, Josephina would free her, and Synda would forget what she'd promised. Unlike Kane, the girl had never fought the evil inside her.
”I'll let Kane decide what to do with you.” She reached through the bars and cupped her sister's cheeks. ”You need help. I don't know who you are without the demon, and maybe you don't, either, but it is possible to fight the demon's whims.”
Tears cascaded from the corners of Synda's eyes. ”I know. I just don't know how to do that.”
”Talk to Kane. He may not like you at first, but if you're honest with him, if you're sincere about wanting help, he'll come around. Goodbye, Synda.” With that, Josephina released her and walked to her brother's cell.
He was sitting in the corner, close to the bars, and facing her. His knees were drawn up, and his head propped against the wall.
”You look well,” he said.
She ignored the compliment, saying, ”You aren't going to beg me to free you?”
”Why should I? For the first time, I'm not looking over my shoulder, expecting death.”
”Oh, please.” He'd had the pampered, privileged life she'd always envied.
”It's true, Josephina. Every day I expected death to come for me.”
”I don't see why...unless you treated other girls the way you treated me. You should have been my friend.”
He shrugged. ”I wanted to be more. I still do.”
”You're my brother.”
”I'm not.”
She frowned. ”Of course you are.”