Book 3 - Page 73 (2/2)
“What are you talking about?”
“He’s goan to kill every Arcana that’s a threat. If you’re the last two left, one of you will die first, leaving the ‘winner’ to walk the earth as an immortal. What if you get to be eighty by the time he dies? It doan matter if you’re Arcana—at that age, you’ll hurt, you might be sick—and you’ll stay like that for centuries. How’re you goan to fight in the next game?”
I swallowed. I’d been horrified by the idea of living so long—more so if I was forever cursed to be sick, to be in pain.
I gazed at Aric; he stared back at me as if his world was crumbling around him—and he could do nothing but let it.
“He’s smart enough to have figured out all of the angles,” Jack continued. “He woan condemn either of you to that, so he’ll keep one other Arcana alive to take that fall, to be the winner.”
I’d never thought of this. Jack with his tricky mind. “Aric, how had you planned to get around this?”
“We intend to end the game. But if we can’t, the odds are exceedingly slim that we’ll live to be eighty in this world.”
“Answer the question.”
His shoulders rose and fell. “Lark volunteered. She doesn’t need youth or strength as long as she has her creatures. She wants to repopulate their numbers.”
My jaw slackened. “You should’ve told me. Once again, you mapped out my existence without mentioning your plans to me.”
Brows drawn, he admitted, “Yes.”
My head started to pound again. I rubbed my temples, wondering how I’d gotten myself into this situation. No answers came to me; my mind limped along. “W-we’ll talk in the morning. Just, both of you, give me time to think.”
Jack opened his mouth to say more, then closed it. At the tent flap, he murmured, “Peekôn, it’ll always be Evie and Jack.” Then he was gone.
Aric crossed the tent, kneeling before me. In a low tone, he said, “I had something I was going to offer you that would guarantee you chose me. But you would accuse me of strategizing, of coercion.”
This explained the recent doubt in his expression. “The trick up your sleeve. Your ‘gift.’ I’ve dreaded this.”
“You see me in such a harsh light.” He exhaled wearily. “And it’s all my own doing. Fear not, I won’t play it.”
“Tell me what you were going to give me.”
He shook his head. “I’m doomed either way. If I win you like that, it would be as good as losing.” He removed a gauntlet. Eyes aglow, he laid his hand against my face, savoring the touch as if it would be his last. “Empress, I have learned about you in these days. I’ve realized that I can’t compel you to go with me—or it’s meaningless. And that I should tell you everything that affects your future. I’ve learned, sievā–, but have I learned too late?”
I didn’t reply, refusing to commit to anything.
“If you choose me, I want it to be because you love me in turn,” he rasped, “so I offer you nothing this night. Just my hope.”
Even in the face of my anger and confusion, Aric pulled at my heart. “It means a lot for you to say this.”
“But does it mean enough?”
This man was a part of me, had been for epochs. I felt our soul-deep bond, could almost hear that endless wave along the sh.o.r.e. Still I had to whisper, “I don’t know.”
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I’d been dozing on my borrowed cot when the Magician returned with Cyclops.
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