Sleepers (17 page)

“Lianne!” Albree screamed, her arms flailing out to the side as she tried to regain her balance. I reached out, but I couldn’t use my magic to pull her to safety. She fell backward, landing with a thump on the hard dirt ground.

The guard leaned over the edge and then slowly turned to face the king. “She’s dead, your highness. Her neck is obviously broken.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. The fires coursed through my body, jumping and spiking through every limb. I was drunk on my magic, barely able to keep myself in check. I turned my eyes to Rotlar.

“You want to be next?” I yelled to the king. “Your father’s stupid plan to bleed magic from my people didn’t work, did it? I’ve regained it and I’m going to use it make you pay for what you did to Aric and Mags. Your guards can’t do a damn thing to stop me.”

I’d never seen the king cower before, but now he did. He slouched into his throne, shrinking away from me. The power grew within me every time I glimpsed any bit of fear. I didn’t care that I couldn’t douse the flames. I was done trying to do things the right way. I’d never succeed fighting against evil unless I used every skill I had.

Another guard rushed at me, but I grabbed his fist in my left hand, put my right hand under his elbow and broke his arm as I spun him to the ground next to me.

“Anyone else?” I asked. “You want to fight me in hand-to-hand combat or face my magic?”

No one made a move toward me.

“Give me Trevin.” I walked closer to him. I held out my arms to take him from the king, but he clutched Trevin in his arms. “Give him to me now.”

“No,” he said, regaining his composure. “You won’t harm me while I’m holding him.”

“You’re using a baby as a shield against a girl? Still feeling manly, sire?” I laughed. My insides burned and I felt the power gaining in strength, but I didn’t want to hurt Trevin. I tried to picture Bryden, to calm the fires, even a little, but I couldn’t. All I could see was the king holding Trevin whether my eyes were opened or closed.

My hands began to shake and I curled my fingers into fists. I had to control myself or Trevin could get hurt.

“You won’t harm me and now we’re at an impasse. Do you leave without the child or do you cooperate with my guards and go into a cell in the dungeon?”

My arms shook and I tried to contain it, but I didn’t know how long I could keep it up.

“Give him to me. Now!” I said through gritted teeth.

“No.”

The fire sparked, nearing explosion and closed my eyes. If I let it loose now, Trevin could get hurt, along with innocent people in the crowd. I tried to focus on how they’d let Mags get away. No one had grabbed her and held her for the guards. Whether from shock or fear, they’d let her escape. I couldn’t hurt Trevin or any of them.

“Having trouble controlling yourself?” the king asked. “Or does the magic control you?”

I heard his laughter, but his voice was the only one. I pried my eyes open and looked around me. Everyone else hid or cowered away from me.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer or my body might rip apart like the explosions Bryden had rained down on us earlier. I looked down into the king’s arms at Trevin’s sweet, innocent face and forced myself to contain the magic that was screaming to get out of me. My arms shook, but I held my hands, crumpled up in fists at my side, refusing to let the fire explode again. I wouldn’t hurt Trevin. I wouldn’t. I kept repeating that to myself as my vision wavered and I fainted.

“Lianne,” a voice whispered. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid the light would be too bright, but I was surrounded by darkness. Tiny streams of light poked through, but I didn’t know where they came from.

“Lianne, please wake up.”

Kellan.

I rolled over on my side and looked around. The scent of straw permeated my nose and dirt covered my clothes like a light blanket. The cell, like Mags’ or maybe the same one as hers, I couldn’t tell.

The events of the morning rushed back at me in flashes.
Mags’ collapse.
Aric’s severed head on the table. Albree’s fall to her death.
Trevin in the king’s arms.
I shook my head, hoping to clear it of the images I never wanted to see again.

I felt Kellan’s hand behind my head as he helped me sit up. I didn’t want to go too fast. I had no idea how long I’d been out and I was afraid I’d be too dizzy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten food or drank water. Everything was too fuzzy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. “Didn’t you get my note?” I was too confused to filter myself. There were too many thoughts swimming through my head for any of them to make much sense.

“I didn’t, but whatever it was we can talk about it later. You’re still here and you need a friend.
Mags is
gone. No one can find her and believe me, they dispatched almost the entire army to search for her.”

“Trevin?”

Kellan grinned. I didn’t feel the butterflies in my stomach like I used to. He was just another person to me now.

“Trevin is just fine. He’s with one of the midwives who delivered him. The king formally disowned him and then had him removed from the castle. But, he’s alive. You saved Mags and Trevin just like you wanted.”

I snorted. “But this wasn’t quite the ending I imagined for myself.”

Kellan drew me into his arms and hugged me. I patted him on the back, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully embrace him. Too much had happened to ever go back.

Over his shoulder I glanced around the cell. The door was closed and probably locked. The high grates didn’t show anything more than flickers of candlelight. I pulled back and looked at Kellan again.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

Kellan stood up and began to pace the cell. Specks of dirt flew through the air, disturbed by his heavy boots.

“I overslept this morning and guards arrived at my door and woke me up. They arrested me immediately, accusing me of treason against the king.”

I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Kellan. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.”

“They also accused me of using magic to help you bring down the kingdom. Why would they think we have any magic? Everyone knows it was bled from our people after the war. You can use magic just about as well as Bryden can run a race.”

“Why do you always have to put him down?” I sighed. “What did he ever do to deserve it?”

Kellan stopped pacing and knelt down on the floor next to me.

“Why are you always defending him? What’s going on between the two of you?”

“Nothing,” I muttered. It was the truth. Bryden had decided to leave without me. Since he wasn’t in the cell with us, I could only guess he’d gotten away too. Maybe he and Mags were together, helping each other. “I just don’t like it when you tease him for no reason. He can’t help that his leg was injured. It wasn’t his fault and it isn’t nice to keep reminding everyone of it.”

Kellan put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head to the side. I was tired of pretending. Mags and Trevin were free. I had nothing left to lose.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” he asked. “Is there someone else you’d rather be kissing?”

“Let it go, Kellan,” I said.

He grabbed my chin, hard, and forced me to look at him.

“You’ll tell me everything I need to know and you’ll tell me now.”

“I have nothing to tell you,” I said.

His fingers squeezed my chin and a stinging sensation rushed through my face.

“That hurts. Stop it.”

I threw out my arm and knocked his hand off of my face. He teetered backward slightly, but then he jumped off his knees and pushed me back to the ground. The back of my head hit the hard-packed dirt and I saw flashes of light. I hadn’t expected it and didn’t even try to break my fall.

He pushed down hard on my shoulders and dug his knee into my chest. I couldn’t breathe well and took small, shallow breaths. Instead of gasping for air, I regulated my breath out of fear of hyperventilating and passing out again. I tried bucking up with my legs but my energy was tapped and he was too strong. For the first time in my life, Kellan had an advantage over me.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. I’d cried so much lately that the tears came easily. They weren’t from fear or sadness this time. No, I could feel the anger increasing in me. The fires were back. I’d killed Albree with little effort and although I didn’t have romantic feelings for Kellan anymore I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Why are you doing all of this Lianne? I think you need to answer me first. I’ve done nothing other than love you for the last few months. Yet you partnered up with Bryden to take down our kingdom, a kingdom that’s never done anything but try to help us so we can go home someday and help our people.”
What was he talking about? He was the first one to encourage me to fight the king. Kellan wanted me to kill him.

“But you said
—
”

“I said you should let Mags go. I said you should move on and forget about her. She was a traitor. She made a fool of the king. She had a baby and tried to pass it off as a royal heir. She deserved to die.”

“And your father?” I yelled. “What about Aric? He’s dead now.”

“As he should be,” Kellan said, not letting up on my chest. I wanted him to stop, but I knew I couldn’t force him to move. I had to wait until he was ready.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I whimpered. I still had plenty of air, but I hoped he would let down his guard for a moment if he thought I was weakening.

“I want you to tell me how you did it,” he snarled, his face hovering inches above mine. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“Did what?” I asked.

“The explosions, as you walked on the platform. I want to know how you did it.”

“I didn’t do anything.” It was the truth. The first explosions were thanks to Bryden.

“I saw your hand move as you walked behind Mags. I want to know how you did it.”

I stared at his eyes. We’d been this close many times before, but always in a loving embrace. I didn’t see a difference in the way he looked at me. I’d always wondered if the hard gaze was love, or lust, and if he was trying to control himself. Having been just as close to Bryden and seeing the softness in his eyes, I knew now, for certain, that Kellan’s gaze had always been threatening. I’d seen love because I wanted to, not because it was really there.

He’d told me he wasn’t at the
execution, that
he’d overslept. And now he was telling me that he saw my motions as I walked on the platform. I remembered moving my hand. I had swayed slightly after ascending the stairs, trying to regain my balance. So Kellan lied. He had been there. He had seen it all and done nothing to help me.

“It’s easy. Don’t you know how, Kellan? Didn’t you learn upon your Awakening? Haven’t you learned to control yourself and the magic that’s been flowing back in to you?” I taunted him.

“Those stupid men,” he growled. “They came to me on my birthday and told me about the magic. They promised I’d learn to control it. But they didn’t tell me how. They thought it would be best if I figured it out on my own.”

“They’re dead now,” I said. “They can’t teach you anything.”

“Of course they’re dead. I’m the one who turned them in. If they weren’t going to teach me how to harness my magic then I wasn’t going to let them teach you. I wanted us to figure it out together, Lianne. Just the two of us, but you never gave me a chance.”

“You turned them in?” I yelled. “How could you do that?”

“I’ve done so much more than you know. Don’t cross me.”

The fires flickered in his eyes. I’d seen it in Bryden’s eyes before he used his magic, but his was only a slight flicker, not an ongoing fire like I saw in Kellan’s eyes. He’d never learned how to control it and I wouldn’t be the one to teach him.

One of his hands slid across my shoulder, sending a warning tingle down my arm. His hand cupped my throat and he squeezed a little.

“Tell me how you did it,” he demanded.

“Never.”

“Then tell me where your stupid boyfriend is hiding. I’ll make him talk.”

So he wasn’t in the cell with me against his will. I’d wondered as much as the conversation changed. He was working with them. It didn’t make sense since he’d tried to get me to kill the king, but that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that Bryden was safe and free. If they had him, Kellan would be torturing him instead of me right now.

“I don’t know,” I said, smiling. It probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d succeeded. Everyone I wanted to be free, except poor Aric, was free now. I’d done it.

Kellan heaved himself off of me and sat back on his feet.

“You’ll tell me eventually,” he said.

I rubbed my neck and sat up. “I’m never telling you anything.”

Kellan’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re just like your friend Mags, a stupid whore.”

His hand curled into a fist and he threw his elbow at my jaw. Before I could block him, the impact knocked me back on the ground. I rolled over and focused on his boots as he opened the door and left me. The sound of the lock turning was the last thing I heard before passing out from the pain.