Kira glanced over the shoulder of her reflected image when Ussay returned to the room. “Thanks for your help. I do look better in this.”
“You are very welcome.” Ussay stepped to Kira’s side and adjusted a strand of hair, tucking it behind a section of ribbon. “Are you ready?”
Kira nodded. Her stomach in knots-nerves, she told herself. She took a deep breath, practiced her smile with a brief curtsy and followed Ussay out the door. When they got to the top of the stairs, she felt him. Octavion’s spirit embraced her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed before, but now that she knew her ability to sense an approaching Royal was a rare gift, she seemed to be more in tune with the differences, more able to distinguish between one Royal and another. She recognized Octavion’s loving spirit long before his masculine physique appeared-behind her.
“May I be your escort, my lady?” Kira felt the warmth of his breath on her neck and it made her shiver. He put his hand on the small of her back and turned her to face him. “Are you all right?” he asked in gentle, smooth tones.
Kira smiled. “I’m fine now.”
He crooked his arm in her direction. “Shall we?”
Ussay waited at the bottom of the steps, so Kira linked her arm with his and together they began their decent. For some reason, Kira thought the festivities would be in the garden. Maybe because she’d seen Mara there earlier and the servants seemed to be preparing it for something. But Octavion led both girls in the opposite direction-through the front door and into the courtyard.
Octavion motioned for Ussay to come closer. “We can go together.”
Ussay’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. I will walk.”
“Nonsense. This is much quicker and more fun.” He wrapped one arm around Kira’s waist and pulled her close, then opened his other arm, coaxing Ussay closer.
“Fun?” Ussay swallowed hard. “When I was a child you dropped me in the river.”
Octavion threw his head back in a laugh that came from his gut. “I forgot about that. You were being a pest that day, asking too many questions. I thought cooling you off would do the trick.”
A shy smile spread across Ussay’s face, her cheeks a little pinker. “I was a curious child. That is true.” She stepped into the crook of his arm and he drew her in.
“Close your eyes ladies. This one will be quick.”
Chapter Eighteen
Kira barely clamped her eyes shut and they were there. No bright lights. No romantic sensations. Nothing. It was then that she realized how much control Octavion had over Kira’s emotions when they traveled. He obviously didn’t want to share any of that with Ussay, so held everything back. She had to admit, she preferred the other way of traveling. It was as though their spirits intertwined and were one. She liked knowing he’d shared that part of him with her and no one else.
Ussay giggled as she stepped away from Octavion’s hold. “I forgot how much fun that is. Thank you.”
Octavion chuckled. “And you are dry.”
“Yes, and a little dizzy.” She scanned the crowd before setting eyes on Cade. A smile spread across her innocent face. “Cade is here and it looks like he saved us a place to sit.” Ussay ran her hands down the front of her skirt, combed her fingers through her long brown hair, then walked off in Cade’s direction.
Kira wasn’t dizzy, but it did take her a moment to get her bearings and figure out exactly where they’d landed. The festival spread out in front of her, alive with people buzzing about, children laughing, and merchants displaying their wares. Canopies stretched over long poles for shade and several colorful tents were scattered around the large open field where the children played. Off to one side several small fires burned in rock lined pits. Three roasted the carcass of a large animal stretched out on a spit. Large cast iron pots hung from tripods over the others.
Kira turned to see the landscape behind her and realized they were on a hill overlooking Xantara. The view was almost identical to the scene Lydia had shown her when she opened the portal to show how she’d taken pictures of her homeland. Only they were a little further away from the cemetery. From where she stood, Kira saw several headstones and a mound of freshly turned soil. It made her heart clench. She missed Lydia more than ever. She would have loved coming to the festival and sharing Xantara’s traditions with her friend.
Kira leaned into Octavion’s arms in hopes of getting a little comfort. Instead, they were instantly surrounded by little bundles of energy, laughing and wiggling around them. Unsurprisingly, Arela had proclaimed herself as leader of the pack. She grabbed Octavion’s arm and pulled him toward the swelling crowd.
“Octavion, come play with us,” she pleaded.
He looked at Kira as if she would save him, but she happily encouraged his kidnapping. After watching the mob of children carry him away, she glanced around to find Ussay. She didn’t see her anywhere, but spotted Cade sitting on a long bench with plenty of room beside him for all of them to sit-if Octavion ever escaped.
Kira sighed. As much as she missed Lydia, she wanted to forget about feeling sad, along with everything else that had happened, and enjoy the festivities. She lifted the hem of her dress off the ground and walked the short distance to where Cade sat.
“Good day, Kira. We wondered if you would join us.”
“Yeah? Wouldn’t miss it.” She sat next to him, giving a gentle pat to his thigh. “Where’s Ussay. I thought she said she was going to sit with you.”
Cade cleared his throat. “She is not happy with me at the moment. I believe she went to find her aunt and mother.”
“Why? What did you do?”
Cade looked down at his hands where he twisted a thread between his fingers. “I believe she has feelings for me, has for quite some time. I felt it was time I told her the truth.”
“Which is?”
“I do not feel the same.”
“Oh,” Kira said. She struggled with what to say-Cade and Ussay had both been nice to her; she wasn’t about to take sides. So she simply said, “I understand.” And left it at that.
“So what exactly is a moon festival, anyway?” Kira asked after several moments of awkward silence.
“A time to celebrate the end of the feeding. At least that is what it means to the servants and their families. For us, it is our way of showing them our gratitude. It also helps them feel more comfortable around us and it is the only time we mingle with them freely like this.”
As Kira listened to Cade’s explanation, her eyes focused on Octavion. Arela had tied a red scarf around his eyes so he couldn’t see. The children ran circles around him as he tried to catch them. “I’ve never seen him like this.”
“Ha! This is nothing. When I was younger, he would invent games for us and he instigated many pranks. But today is the first time I have seen him truly happy since his return.” He paused for a moment. “We have you to thank for that.”
Cade chuckled as Octavion scooped up one of the children and spun him around.
“Gotcha,” he shouted in English, then pulled off the scarf. “Go find Luka. He is much better at this game.”
Luka stood near what Kira could only describe as a ‘gaggle’ of chatty girls, all very young and beautiful. They hung on his every word and seemed completely satisfied with the attention. When he saw the children coming at him, he put his hands up to ward them off. The girls quickly retreated, leaving him to his captors. The children hauled him off like a bunch of ants carrying away a scrap of bread. Kira felt a peaceful contentment wash over her heart and she smiled as she watched Octavion approach.