Find Me Their Bones
By Sara Wolf
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No one can save her.
In order to protect Prince Lucien d’Malvane’s heart, Zera had to betray him. Now, he hates the sight of her. Trapped in Cavanos as a prisoner of the king, she awaits the inevitable moment her witch severs their magical connection and finally ends her life.
But fate isn't ready to give her up just yet.
With freedom coming from the most unlikely of sources, Zera is given a second chance at life as a Heartless. But it comes with a terrible price. As the king mobilizes his army to march against the witches, Zera must tame an elusive and deadly valkerax trapped in the tunnels underneath the city if she wants to regain her humanity.
Winning over a bloodthirsty valkerax? Hard. Winning back her friends before war breaks out? A little harder.
But a Heartless winning back Prince Lucien’s heart? The hardest thing she’s ever done.
The Bring Me Their Hearts series is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Bring Me Their Hearts
Book #2 Find Me Their Bones
Book #3 Send Me Their Souls
Sara Wolf
Sara Wolf lives in Portland, Oregon, where the sun can’t get her anymore. When she isn’t pouring her allotted life force into writing, she’s reading, accidentally burning houses down whilst baking, or making faces at her highly appreciative cat. She is the author of the NYT bestselling Lovely Vicious series and the Bring Me Their Hearts series. authorsarawolf.com
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Reviews for Find Me Their Bones
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I read a lot of books. A LOT. I rarely come across a writer with such a well thought out and amazing fantasy world. Ms. Wolf reminds me of Robin Hobb. Very well written.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Many thanks to NetGalley, Entangled Publishing and Sara Wolf for an ARC in exchange for an honest book review of Find Me Their Bones. My thoughts and opinions are 100% my own and independent of receiving an advance copy.*If you haven’t read “Bring Me Their Hearts”, the first of the series, beware of spoilers below.“Find Me Their Bones” picks up immediately from where the first book ends. Princess Varia is alive, Zera went full Heartless on Gavik’s men but only because they were going to kill Prince Lucien. Now that everyone knows that Zera is a Heartless, they are afraid of her. They feel betrayed knowing that she was only getting close to Lucien for his heart. Varia falls back into her role of heir apparent but is keeping a secret from her family. She is a witch and now she is Zera’s witch. She tricked Zera into revealing her witch’s name and now Varia controls Zera’s heart. She has a special mission that only Zera can perform. Varia has a mission. She wants to be able to control both her people and the witches. And she can’t do it without an army of her own. Similar to the first book, I really enjoyed the world that Wolf has created as well as the story. There are new twists, new characters and lots of fantasy elements that made this second book exciting and interesting. The problem that I had in the first book is even more pronounced in this story and that is the relationship between Lucien and Zera. At least in the first book they were falling in love with each other. This book is entirely one dimensional and stereotypical. Lucien’s feelings are hurt so he is mad at Zera. Zera feels bad and thinks Lucien is better off without her so she continues the ruse of pretending to not like him. I can’t take the suffering in silence. The martyrdom. She will sacrifice her happiness for Lucien. She pushes all of her friends away with the “It’s best for everyone if they don’t like me”. From beginning to end this is the underlying element. It is this overriding message that has been a disservice to girls and women. Whether it is pre-teens, teenage girls, or women that read this, this is not a sentiment that women should aspire to imitate. This is the very thing we have been fighting against. With so many better, more modern female characters being written, I would have been happier without this all too familiar behaviour. Plus it made my blood boil the whole time.There is a third planned in the series and I will be reading it. I can overlook the female issue because I’m a grown-ass woman. Although I’m pretty sure how it is going to end, it is how Wolf gets there that will make it interesting.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I had such a good time with this book! I absolutely adored the first book in this series, which ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, so I was really eager to get started with this book. Before I even got started with this book, I was impressed by the cover art. These covers are just gorgeous and I am a sucker for a good cover. Of course, the most important part is the actual story and I thought that was very well done as well. This was such an entertaining read from beginning to end. This is the second book in the Bring Me Their Hearts series, which is a series that needs to be read in order. It is going to be almost impossible to talk about this book without some spoilers for the first book so there may be some spoilers within this review. Zera is a Heartless, which means that a witch has her heart and can control her. There are some perks with her condition. She is immortal. She dies but always comes back to life. She heals fast and doesn't age. Of course, the fact that she is under someone else's control negates any benefit. Zera is given a new task in this book. She must train a valkerax to control its hunger. This isn't going to be an easy task and she is also having to deal with a very changed situation at court. I loved the way that I wasn't quite sure of the motivation of some of the characters. Was anyone really on Zera's side or was she completely on her own? I loved watching Zera navigate each difficult situation thrown at her. She is such a wonderful character with a really big heart even though a witch holds hers. This book did throw some surprises at me which is never a bad thing. I thought that the feel of this book was a bit different. The first book had quite a bit of romance and while I wouldn't say there is no romance in this book, I did feel that things were much more uncertain. This book does end with a bit of a cliffhanger but it is one that I feel that I can live with, though I am really eager to get my hands on the next installment. I would recommend this book to others. I thought that this was a wonderful installment in the series that was able to keep me guessing until the very end. I cannot wait to read more of this entertaining series. I received a digital review copy of this book from Entangled: Teen via NetGalley.
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Find Me Their Bones - Sara Wolf
Praise for Sara Wolf’s
BRING ME THEIR HEARTS
A Goodreads YA Best Book of the Month
An Amazon Best Book of the Month: Science Fiction & Fantasy
A zesty treat for YA and new-adult fantasists.
—Kirkus Reviews
"Captivating and unique! Sara Wolf has created a world quite unlike one I’ve ever read in Bring Me Their Hearts. Readers will fall in love with Zera, the girl with no heart who somehow has the biggest heart of all."
—Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author of the Forget Tomorrow series
Thrilling, hilarious, addictive, and awesome! I absolutely loved it!
—Sarah Beth Durst, award-winning author of The Queens of Renthia series
Everything I need from a story. A standout among fantasies!
—Wendy Higgins, New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Evil
Sara Wolf is a fresh voice in YA, and her characters never fail to make me laugh and think.
—Rachel Harris, New York Times bestselling author of My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century
"From the start, this book completely stole my heart! Sara Wolf has woven a mesmerizing tale in Bring Me Their Hearts that had me glued to each page, unable to put it down until the end."
—Brenda Drake, New York Times bestselling author of the Library Jumpers series
The battle between good and evil bleeds over the pages of this exquisite fantasy.
—Olivia Wildenstein, USA TODAY bestselling author of The Lost Clan series
"Original, authentic, and enchanting! Sara Wolf creates a vivid fantasy world like no other. Bring Me Their Hearts is a breath of fresh air in YA fantasy!"
—D.D. Miers, USA TODAY bestselling author of the Relic Keeper series
This was an absolute delightful bucket of sass, witches, and stabbing.
—PaperFury
Absolutely blown away by this world, with its harsh realities and amazing characters.
—Pop Reads Box
Also by Sara Wolf
Bring Me Their Hearts
Find Me Their Bones
Bring Me Their Souls
the Lovely Vicious series
Love Me Never
Forget Me Always
Remember Me Forever
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Send Me Their Souls, by Sara Wolf
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 by Sara Wolf. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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Edited by Stacy Cantor Abrams & Lydia Sharp
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ISBN 978-1-64063-375-9
Ebook ISBN 978-1-64063-660-6
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition November 2019
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For the boys with an i and a z.
You've held me together.
Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal? What is it but death-death without rebirth?
—Ursula K. Le Guin
1
A Reunion
Princess Varia of Cavanos watches me with the eyes of an amused wildcat. Eyes that should by all accounts be dead. And yet here she is, blinking them and making them crinkle up with her beautiful, slow smile.
A single naked realization rings like a deep bell in my head: Varia is alive. She stands right here in front of me—the daughter King Sref of Cavanos mourned so deeply. The sister Prince Lucien of Cavanos missed so dearly. Next to me and yet away from me, Lucien takes a single step forward, reaching for her with a shaking hand.
Varia. You’re…
Alive?
she finishes for him softly. Yes.
This isn’t—
He walks toward her. This isn’t some magic trick by a witch? I’m not dreaming?
Princess Varia looks around at the pile of bodies at my feet, the blood staining the grass, and the pale yew tree blotched red.
If anything, it would be a nightmare.
Her dark eyes roam over the corpses to rest on Gavik’s body, his glassy eyes blood-smeared and lifeless. But, since the archduke is dead because of it, I’d call it a pleasant one.
Lucien reaches Varia, the two of them like dark-haired, sable-eyed, golden-skinned mirror images of each other. The same proud hawk nose rests on each of their faces, the same long lashes and razor-sharp cheekbones and brows. My feet won’t move; my lips won’t form words.
She’s dead. She’s supposed to be dead, killed by Heartless like me five years ago.
Lucien reaches up and touches his sister’s shoulder, hesitating at first, as if he’s scared to dispel an illusion. But his fingers meet her robes, and he inhales sharply.
You’re alive. Really alive. I looked for you, for the Tree you talked about. I looked everywhere for it, hoping beyond hope I would find you—
Varia smiles at him gently, the same smile King Sref gave me when he and I met while looking at her death portrait—knowing and regretful all at once. She rests her forehead against Lucien’s.
I understand that it’s hard to believe,
she murmurs. And you did well. But there will be time to explain everything, especially now that Gavik has been squashed.
She pulls away and her eyes roam to me. You there, Heartless.
Lucien’s gaze faintly drifts in my direction, and the joy in his face dims. In a blink he sends up that hard, indifferent shell—his princely shell, the one I worked so hard to penetrate. The one the witches demanded I slip past and steal the heart from even as my own was torn in a million directions.
Who do you belong to?
Varia asks. It hurts to answer her, to breathe. The locket around my neck feels like it’s full of lead.
Nightsinger,
I manage. The witch Nightsinger.
I catch a glimpse of my hands soaked in blood, the taste of it still on my tongue. The things I did—I can’t bear to look around me. If I see it with my own eyes, it’ll become reality. How many bodies? How many men with families and children and dreams? I ate Gavik, his throat— I can’t look. I can’t look.
And you thought you could escape me, the hunger sneers. You can’t even resist me. Look at what you’ve done—
Vomit burbles in my gut, and I choke out a plea.
P-Please, Princess Varia. Get Lucien out of here—away from me. Before I turn again.
Lucien’s midnight eyes, full of searing affection for me not an hour ago, are so cold now. Unreadable. He doesn’t speak, or move, or glance in my direction at all. He is a statue.
In its place in the jar over Nightsinger’s witchfire hearth, my heart must surely be bleeding. But I knew. I knew it would end like this.
Varia smiles at me, pity clear in her eyes. And yet there’s more than just pity there—something inquisitive, something strange.
What shall we do with her, Lucien?
Varia asks him. She betrayed your trust, didn’t she? I saw that much.
Lucien looks at me then. He looks—thank the gods he looks—but I’m not reflected in his eyes. I am glass, a window he’s merely peering through.
He’s furious. He must be. I burn to beg him to forgive me, but I’m long past forgiveness. I knew that the moment I put on this dark dress to take out his heart. No. I knew that the moment I first laid eyes on him at the Spring Welcoming, and I certainly knew that as I was tearing into the lawguards and Gavik, who threatened his life.
I knew it every moment of our time together.
I had every second to prepare for it. So why do I still arrogantly hope for a happy ending, even with the blood of a dozen men on my hands?
Because you’re selfish. The hunger slathers rock salt into my wounds.
Lucien turns, the sight of his back driving me mad in an instant, and the precipice my two halves teetered on for fourteen agonizing days suddenly rips away, tearing me down the middle.
Don’t!
I cry out. Don’t leave! Please, Lucien…don’t leave me.
My words ring in the heavy air.
Selfish and mad, the hunger taunts. What human would stay after what you’ve done?
There’s a beat, an unbearable moment of crushing nothingness, and then…
How could I leave something I never had to begin with?
Lucien asks. His disappointed voice is an ice blade snaking through my veins, freezing me solid, every word stabbing me. Disappointed in me, in what I’ve done, in himself for believing in me. But he wastes no more time on me. He turns to his sister. She should be questioned.
By us?
Varia blinks.
He nods. The truth should be known.
My stomach churns wildly, but Varia just sighs. You realize Father won’t tolerate her in the city. She’s a Heartless. He’d sooner burn her over and over.
His obsidian eyes flick to a distant tree. Unless you convince him. He’ll listen to you, even if it’s to spare a traitor’s life.
Traitor.
I sink to my knees. Is that what I am to him? Why isn’t he demanding I be punished, then? Why isn’t he demanding I suffer for the lies I’ve told him, the deceit I’ve woven around his heart?
Varia sighs, then laughs under her breath. The Lucien I knew would never care about a traitor’s life, let alone ask his sister to beg their father for it.
People change,
Lucien says.
Or they don’t,
Varia shoots back. And they just want to bed a pretty thing.
Twisted shock rises in me. Our kiss in the tent hours ago had dripped with longing. Is that why he’s being so merciful? Nightsinger chose me to seduce him because he has a type—even now, even after being betrayed, he wants to keep me around to use me before he casts me aside?
The prince doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t deny it, and instead his face softens minutely, fists unclenching. The Lucien I knew—no. He wouldn’t.
He could. The hunger slithers through me. He is nothing more than a human. Selfish, greedy, lustful creatures.
This isn’t the time for argument, Varia,
he says. You’re alive. Let’s go back. Father and Mother will be so thrilled to see you.
Give me a moment,
she says. There’s something I must do first.
I watch hollowly as she walks over to the remains of Gavik’s body, pulling a velvet bag stitched with black words from inside her cloak. I don’t want to read them, I don’t want to do anything but sit here and rot in my own misery, but she bends and picks up something soft and leaking and red, and it’s then I realize it’s Gavik’s heart she’s dropping into the bag, a bag that reads leech.
It’s funny.
She laughs softly from her place kneeling in Gavik’s blood. I’ve been carrying around this bag for years, hoping I’d get the chance to use it. And now I am. It doesn’t feel real.
Varia darts her black-glass eyes to me. You understand, right? Wanting something for so long and then standing on the edge of getting it.
Yes,
I croak. She sighs, and I pinpoint the strangeness in her gaze then. The way she looks at me is almost…hungry, as if I’m a shiny coin and she is the crow who’s spotted me on the cobblestones.
Let me guess: the High Witches dangled your heart in front of you? Your heart for my brother’s.
My head snaps up. How did you—?
Because I know them.
She laughs, brittle.
Lucien’s voice slips between us. What are you talking about?
Varia throws him a look over her shoulder. I knew Gavik would kill me eventually. Every day he stirred up more fear in Vetris, no matter how I tried to stop him. And every day he grew stronger for it. His cleverness and cunning outmatched mine. Father liked to think the royal family was untouchable, invincible back then. But I knew the truth.
I knit my brows, the sudden flash of light from Gavik’s mangled corpse nearly blinding me. Varia doesn’t blink, her dark orbs soaking the light unflinchingly as she speaks.
There’s a saying in Avellish: Three enemies means two of them are friends. Gavik hated me—he knew that when I took the throne, I’d never allow him to have as much power as Father did. But Gavik hated witches, too. So I sought them out.
She smiles over her shoulder, her pink lips two halves of a brilliant rose. Father wouldn’t protect me. He relied on Gavik’s advice too much to drive him from the court. So I had to protect myself.
She breathes out, long and soft. I wanted to inherit the power promised to my witch bloodline. But how could I do that, with so much hate for them in our city? The crown princess, asking to meet with the witches? It would’ve never been allowed. I knew better than to ask Father—I couldn’t go through him. I had to go around him.
She holds up her graceful hand. All five of her fingers wiggle, even though all five of them are made out of wood. Sleek, polished wood, seamlessly melding with her flesh and moving just like it. She shifts the hem of her long robe in the mud, and where the flesh of her left leg is supposed to be is the same smooth, living wood, bending with her movements.
I faked my death with a few body parts. Sacrifices had to be made to convince the world—and Gavik—that I was dead.
But…
Lucien’s hawk profile intensifies, all the darkness on his face drawing together. Your guards—
Like I said, brother.
Varia’s voice is clipped. Sacrifices had to be made.
The nobles’ whispers from weeks ago haunt me—parts of her were found on the road, and all her guards were dead. Torn apart ruthlessly, like a Heartless attack. That means she—she killed them, tore them to pieces to make it appear just so.
The prince looks more stunned than I feel, his face slack and his brows knit on Varia’s silhouette.
They won’t be forgotten.
Varia speaks up again, a new strength in it. There’s a lot I’ve missed, but if I’m to stop this looming war and save our people, I can’t miss anything ever again. Do you understand, Lucien?
The glow on Gavik’s body begins to fade, his flesh I bit and tore apart mending in front of my eyes—shins fusing to knees and skin covering the gaping slit in his belly. Lucien’s still riveted to Varia, and then he nods slowly.
Yes.
Horror starts to dawn brighter than my despair—Gavik is healing. His heart in a bag, Varia as a witch—I clench my fists, looking around for my sword. I can’t find it in the blood-soaked grass. I killed him. He’ll want revenge as I wanted it against the bandits who murdered me. He’ll be flush with anger, with the monster’s strength.
He staggers to his feet, the glow mending his vertebrae one by one until his neck snaps back into place.
Then Gavik’s face swivels to me, long white hair whipping and his every tooth jagged. The monster claws through his skin, nocked straight at me like an arrow, his steps quick and heavy. I shield myself with my arms even though I know it’s futile; Gavik’s cruel eyes pitch-black from corner to corner and suffused with hate, bloated with bloodlust, his claws bursting through his fingertips and his limbs cracking as they elongate.
He’s hideous. He is terrifying.
He’s me as I was not seconds ago.
Enough.
Varia’s voice rings out, but Gavik keeps stalking toward me. "I said, that’s enough."
It’s just two words, and yet they’re pitched so low and so loud that they rumble in my chest. She’s a slim, shorter woman, and yet those two words are spoken with all the weight of the world turning. The pain I’m expecting never comes. Gavik is frozen above me, his monstrous, unnaturally tall body not moving a single inch, though his eyes burn and blink down at me. Varia steps up from behind him and smiles at me, a smile too bright for the carnage around us, for the blood-soaked monster just in front of her.
I apologize about him. You know how Heartless get when they’re first turned.
Over her shoulder I see Lucien, clutching his sword’s handle with white knuckles, his glazed eyes now wide and frozen. Fear frostbites his very lips as he stares at Gavik’s monstrous frozen spine. Varia just commanded Gavik the way Nightsinger refused to with me. She has total control over him. I swallow and rise to my trembling feet as the princess looks me up and down.
It’s settled, then. We’re keeping you. Father won’t be happy about it, but I’m sure I can—
Zera!
A voice suddenly cuts between us—Malachite. I turn to see his paper-skinned, lanky figure standing on the edge of the clearing, a curly-haired girl with a cane at his side. Fione?
Lady Zera!
Fione calls, both of them running toward us. Fione’s expression is fuzzy in my exhausted vision, but I clearly hear her choke on her next word. V-Varia?
At my side, Varia’s smile grows like the sun rising over a hill.
Exhaustion grips me—iron shackles clamping my lungs. The world becomes a blur of green grass and Malachite’s snow skin and Lucien’s and Varia’s identical midnight heads of hair and Fione’s fractured words like a stream—A spell, a trick, no, it can’t be!
—and then the sensation of someone catching me before finally, mercifully, darkness.
2
Unborn Again
You would think I’d be used to waking up in strange places by now.
But the truth of the matter is that no one really gets used to waking up alone. There is bleary panic and utter confusion, until all the brain parts in my skull settle into place and remember for me:
I am Zera Y’shennria, and I have betrayed the Crown Prince of Cavanos.
A prince whose sister is still alive.
A prince who knows I’m a monster.
we are going to be punished. The hunger laughs, somehow quieter and more even than ever, not a trace of the instability I had after I got cut with Lucien’s blade anywhere to be heard. at last.
Lucien’s cold gaze haunts the backs of my eyelids, the void of my unheart threatening to expand and swallow me whole.
No.
I am Zera Y’shennria, niece of Quinn Y’shennria. I have many weaknesses—a well-made silk dress with just the right number of ruffles, the idea of family, the idea of my heart, a warm cup of chocolate drink and a slice of cake. But I won’t allow myself to be weakened by despair.
I shoot up to a sitting position, my spine supported by something soft. My eyes take in everything slowly, methodically: plush carpets, fragile curtains, maroon velvet and white lace adorning every inch of the room. I’m on a sofa propped between a mahogany table and an ironwood sitting chair. Vases of fresh lilies bloom next to gold sandclocks and strangely childish dolls with real curled hair and miniature silk gowns. The room has a haze of dust to it, as if it was tended to but never considered fit to live in. Until now.
I don’t recognize the room, but I recognize the walls—how could I not? The pale cream color, the lavish embossing: this is the royal palace in Vetris. How did I get here? I try to shift my legs to the floor, but something metal yanks me back into place. Chains. Someone’s cuffed my arms and legs to the feet of the impossibly heavy ironwood sofa.
Well,
I say up at the ceiling, this is new.
I rattle my chains. Secure. I kind of like it.
There’s a pause as the ceiling seems to stare down at me questioningly, and I experience several riveting seconds of my new stationary life.
Okay,
I decide. I hate it.
I twist my entire body, rocking against the cushions. I might not be strong enough to break the chains, but if I can reorient the couch—
My stomach flips as I roll one last time, and the couch heaves, tipping over and sending me crashing to the ground. The cushions smother me, and I cough and blink up at the couch now firmly on top of me. The chains weren’t beneath the couch at all but rather hammered into the ironwood legs of it.
I consider the positives as I’m inhaling copious amounts of goose down stuffing. I’m still alive. My body aches with effort, but it’s healed of all cuts and bruises. Gavik’s sword wound in my chest is gone. I’m left with only the exhausted feeling from fighting Gavik’s men.
My iron determination to not succumb falters. Gavik’s men. Their body parts, strewn on the grass of the clearing. How many did I kill? Five was my old number—I murdered the five bandits who killed my parents and me. I swore I’d never kill again. And yet…
I swallow regret. One thing at a time, Zera Y’shennria. You should know by now it’s very hard to make amends in shackles.
I can’t send word to Y’shennria trapped like this. Who knows how many hours have passed? It must’ve been dozens, considering my wounds have been healing slower than normal thanks to the magic-suppressing white mercury wound I sustained from Lucien’s sword at the duel weeks ago. To heal such bad wounds with the connection between Nightsinger and me so weak…it must’ve taken days.
Y’shennria might’ve told Nightsinger I’m a lost cause already—any moment now, she could shatter my heart. Unlike most, my witch is a soft thing; she doesn’t want to shatter me, but for all she knows, I’ve been caught and am being eternally tortured by the humans.
And that’s…not too far from the truth, actually. The fact I didn’t wake up in a dungeon is promising. But waking up in the palace could mean anything. Princess Varia and Lucien obviously brought me back to question me, but that could mean torture if I don’t cooperate. And when they’re done with me, when Lucien is done with me, they’ll no doubt burn me as an enemy of all humans. Apart from the newly discovered white mercury, burning is the only way a human can slow down a Heartless’s magically fueled regeneration.
My head still spins—why did the prince ask his sister to spare me, the traitor? Why did he ask her to appeal to the king for me?
he wants something from you.
The hunger echoes in my skull, as it always has, for the three years since I became Heartless. It’s a terrible, dark voice that haunts every Heartless, rushes in and fills the gaps when a witch takes our heart and makes us their immortal thrall. It wants only to kill, to maim, to feast on humans. It thrives on my sadness, my pain, kept at bay and suppressed only by my witch’s magic. On every other day that ends in a y, it wants to break me. But right now, its words ring true. Lucien is a logical person. And no logical person would ask his sister to spare someone who tried to kill him. He must want something from me. Something. What could he want now that I’m a traitor in his eyes?
your body.
The fracture in my willpower yawns wider and wider and then shatters me. Is that all I am to him now? A thing to be trapped and used? I can’t get the look on Lucien’s face, as he watched me transform into the monster, out of my head, the sheer horrified expressions of those men as I ripped them to nothing but shreds. After everything. After I promised to never kill again.
My eyes brim with hot tears. Wh-What a way to go,
I choke. Trapped under a couch and crying.
pathetic, the hunger taunts. it’s better this way.
Once more, the hunger is right. Dying is better—I’ll never have to see Lucien again. His lost trust, his disappointment in me—I’ll never see it. Malachite and Fione will learn I’m a Heartless from him, I’m sure. I won’t have to see their hurt, betrayed faces, either. I failed Nightsinger. I didn’t stop the war like I promised Y’shennria. I did nothing but let the people in my life down. I failed them all.
And now I die for it.
I close my eyes, a bitter peace washing over me.
The clicking noise of someone’s tongue resounds. Tut tut. What a mess you’ve made.
I squint to see through the small gap between the couch and the floor, but suddenly the couch lifts off me, and five pairs of legs in armor reveal themselves as palace guards. They put the couch to one side, the chains yanking me up and contorting my limbs painfully. But at least now I can see who the voice belongs to—Princess Varia in the flesh, her black hair sleek and combed. She no longer wears the dusty traveling robe; a brilliant shimmery purple ensemble hugs her adult curves. She is an adult, isn’t she? I’m so used to looking at her teenage death portrait, I forgot she would’ve aged in the time she was presumed dead. By five years, to be exact. Her dark, lustrous eyes look down on me, a faint smile on her lips as she dismisses the guards.
I have nothing to lose. I lost it all in the clearing.
Is this your room?
I croak. Terribly sorry. I’d offer to take the dents out of the floor myself, but I don’t think I’ll be around much longer.
Varia quirks a brow and clips over to me in high riding boots. Lucien is resting, in case you care. Malachite and Fione have graciously filled me in on everything that’s transpired. I knew you had to have bravado to even attempt to infiltrate the Vetrisian court, but I didn’t anticipate a sense of humor, too.
That’s all right. After seeing what the court has to offer, I wouldn’t anticipate humor, either. Zealotry? For certain. Beauty? In spades. The ability to string two words together and make them funny? Much rarer.
True,
Varia agrees, walking around me at a slow clip. I could hire you as the court’s new laughing boy. But that would be a waste of your…talents.
That hungry gleam in her eyes returns as she looks me up and down. I’m reminded painfully of my position—far below her. She’s a princess, and I’m a prisoner of war at best. A thing. A body. She could do anything she wanted with me.
I watch her walk over and stroke one of the dolls sitting on the dresser, her delicate finger coming away with dust.
Shame on you, and shame on the witches for taking advantage of my brother.
She sighs lightly. Though I have to begrudgingly admit—they sent the best one for the job. They hit all his high points—blond, tall, sharp as a tack. He was doomed to lust after you from the start. And you of course went with it, because it seemed like a simple job. A bitter young man, jaded and lonely. Easy prey for someone like you.
She’s laid out in plain words what’s been haunting me these last two weeks. I flinch but try to sit up higher on the couch cushions.
How many did I…?
My dry throat breaks. How many did I kill? In the clearing?
She brushes her hands off. Nine lawguards.
I let out a breath. Fourteen men.
I’ve taken the lives of fourteen men.
there will be hundreds more, the hunger taunts.
The princess continues. I thought it was strange—the trees kept telling me two people had intruded on my clearing. One of them was Lucien; I was used to that. He’s been to those woods nearly every year, scouring for me.
I speak, brittle words a welcome distraction. Why didn’t you say hello before, then?
He asked me the same thing.
Varia shakes her head. As if the answer isn’t obvious.
Gavik,
I breathe, remembering she’s made him her Heartless. Where is he now?
Around,
the princess says cryptically. Regardless, I saw Lucien with a girl in my clearing this time, and so I stopped to watch you two. I was thrilled at first—my brother, finally moving on from my loss and embracing love again. And then Gavik made his sordid entrance. And like an Old-God-sent miracle, you did what I couldn’t. After all those years of hating him while growing up, what I dreamed of finally happened. You dragged him out of Vetris, out of the seat of his power, and you so graciously killed him. I didn’t need to hide anymore. That’s the only reason I even deigned to listen to Lucien’s pleadings for me to ask Father to spare you—you freed me, and so I’ll keep you from the jaws of Father’s torturers. You’re welcome.
I can’t take all the credit.
I force a thin smile at her. Fione did most of the ‘dragging him out of Vetris’ bit.
So I’ve heard,
Varia muses, pressing on. Lucien…he’s always been easy to read. He was smitten with you, you know. I saw it in his eyes in the clearing, before you turned on him. But that heart wasn’t good enough for you, was it? You took what he offered and threw it under a carriage wheel.
Her words might as well be poisoned arrows, riddling me with holes that burn all the way through. I flinch, the chains rattling. Suddenly she kneels next to me, pulling my chin up so my ashamed eyes meet her molten ones. They burn exactly like Lucien’s—all dark brimstone.
I lived with the witches for five years, Heartless. I know their secrets. I know their strengths. I know the way they pull at your strings to make you dance.
Breathing is painful as I speak. Get your insults in while you can. My witch is going to shatter me any moment now. That was our agreement—if I didn’t contact her, she’d assume me captured and mercy-kill me. It’s been days. My death is right around the corner.
Days?
She barks a laugh in my face. You think it’s been days?
My muscles go tauter than a crossbow string. Varia drops my chin, her cool fingers leaving my skin as she stands. Nightsinger, right? That’s your witch’s name?
Something in her confident tone makes me uneasy.
Did you know
—the princess picks up the doll she touched earlier from the shelf—that a Heartless is never supposed to say their witch’s name aloud to another witch?
She twines a finger in the doll’s hair lovingly. Of course you don’t. If a Heartless says their witch’s name aloud, you’re essentially giving other witches permission to steal you away. We can use the sound to create a spell to transfer ownership. But Nightsinger never told you that, did she?
A cold pit hardens in my stomach. Varia twirls the doll around as if she’s dancing with it.
After all, what use was there? She didn’t live in the last witch enclave—Windonhigh—with the rest of the witches. She lived stubbornly alone in a forest. There were no witches who would steal you away. And she knew there’d be no witches left in Vetris to try to steal you, either. She must’ve wanted so badly to keep you under the illusion that you weren’t chained to her. A useless kindness and, in the end, one that sealed your fate.
Varia suddenly stops spinning and drops the doll, the porcelain body shattering into a million pieces, shards of arms and legs flying. A piece slips by my cheek and cuts it, hot blood oozing down my face. But as soon as the cut splits my flesh apart, the familiar feeling of a wound being stitched closed by magic surfaces, knitting me back together again in a blink. Faster than Nightsinger’s magic. Faster than any magic I’ve ever felt. The cold pit in my stomach blossoms into sickly horror as I look up at Varia, the princess smiling down at me.
Congratulations are in order, Zera. You are now the Second Heartless of the Laughing Daughter.
…
It takes my brain three frozen seconds to fall into place and begin working again. It hasn’t been days. I’ve healed immediately. If I was still Nightsinger’s Heartless, it would’ve taken much longer.
No,
I blurt.
Yes,
Varia says patiently.
You can’t do that,
I snarl. The Crimson Lady—that tower out there would’ve detected any magic spell you tried to do—
I have someone taking care of that for me,
she chimes, kicking through the shards of the doll idly. It’s incredible, really, who your father the king will approve for a position in that red eyesore once you rise from the dead and plead with him.
She has someone in the magic-detecting Crimson Lady—the polymath-controlled tower that’s kept Vetris safe from all magic and witches since it was built. I’m not entirely sure how it works, but it senses magic, and the guards perform arrests depending on the information it gives via the watertell system. The elaborate array of water-fueled pipes ferries messages to and from every corner of the city in a blink—meaning the guards can move on the information even faster. If Varia has someone in the tower covering up the information for her…
No one knows,
I hiss, that you’re a witch?
Varia’s smile is self-satisfied. No one but you and Lucien. I’m sure Lucien will tell his bodyguard eventually—what’s his name? Mallory?
Malachite,
I snap.
Oh yes.
She shrugs. "And I’ll tell Fione when the time comes. But why are we talking about petty interpersonal affairs when we have so much to do? There’s a war brewing on the horizon, and you’re going to help me stop it. This time, without