Magnus’s expression darkened. “How can she locate it? And when? Must the road be finished first?”
“Questions-so many questions.” She cocked her head, studying him. “All I can tell you is she’s in danger. Her magic puts her at great risk. If it overwhelms her, all will be lost before anything can be found-and I know you don’t want that. I believe Lucia means more to you than any treasure. And I know how to help her. Shall I tell you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Speak.”
“There is a ring that was forged in the Sanctuary from the purest magic to help the original sorceress control the Kindred and her own elementia. This ring is closer than you might expect.”
“Tell me more.” His words were sharp and eager now. “Where can I find it?”
“If I tell you, you will release Jonas and you will have your father cease construction of this road.”
“And if you don’t tell me, I’ll slit his throat right now.”
The part of her mark visible above the edge of the tapestry swirled and brightened.
The sword’s hilt began to glow orange. Magnus released it with a gasp of pain.
“Wrong answer,” Phaedra said. “Perhaps you’re not ready for my help yet. Pity. Mark my words, one day you’ll wish you’d been more amenable to my advice. Jonas, we must go.”
She turned to the flap of the tent, but escape was blocked by someone new standing in their way.
He was tall, with bronze hair that swept his shoulders. His eyes were the color of copper. He was easily twice Jonas’s age.
Phaedra eyes widened at the sight of him. “Xanthus.”
He smiled at her. “It has been a very long time, Phaedra.”
“Too long.”
“You knew I was here, didn’t you?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“But you told no one else.”
“The others think you’re dead. And you’ve done a very good job of keeping yourself hidden all these years.”
“But not from you.”
“No, not from me.”
“I have missed you, sister. So much.”
“And I’ve missed you. Even though I hated you for leaving. For doing what she told you to do.”
Pain entered his copper-colored eyes. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know.” She jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. “You can make it up to me. Leave this place. You can help me. . help us. We need safe passage out of this camp.”
Jonas tried to follow along, but he was lost. This man-Xanthus. He was the road engineer the rebels had targeted. But he was a Watcher too? Phaedra’s brother? How was any of this possible?
“I was told you would come here,” Xanthus said, still in Phaedra’s embrace.
“Who told you?” She pulled back and looked up into his face, touching his cheek. But then her face paled. “She’s evil, Xanthus. Why can’t anyone see that as clearly as I do?”
“Melenia does what she must to save us all,” Xanthus said. “And it’s now, Phaedra. We’re so close.” He clasped her face between his hands. “And I’m so sorry. I wish you could be here when it happens. What we’ve waited so long for.”
“Where else will I be? I’ve sacrificed my immortality, just as you did. We can be together again. The past is the past. Let’s leave it there.”
Xanthus’s eyes narrowed. “I’m afraid not, my sister. You know far too much. I’ve been given very specific instructions from Melenia. And I am at her command-I always have been. I always will be.”
His hands began to glow with golden light and Phaedra drew in another gasp that sounded pained this time.
“What are you doing to her?” Jonas demanded. “Unhand her!”
Magnus watched all this silently, with his arms crossed over his chest, a deep frown creasing his brow.
“Nothing can stop this,” Xanthus said. “It is for the best. Try to remember that, my sweet sister. I did this because it’s the right thing to do.”
The glow covered Phaedra’s entire form as Jonas and Magnus looked on, stunned by the display of magic.
But what kind of magic was this?
Jonas surged forward, grabbing hold of Xanthus’s arm to pry it away from Phaedra. Xanthus grabbed Jonas by his bloody shirt and launched him backward. He flew across the room and hit the wooden table hard, breaking it.
Phaedra fell to her knees on the floor of the tent, her eyes glazed as they met Jonas’s from where he now crouched ten paces away.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I failed. I wish I could have. .”
She breathed out one last breath and the life left her eyes. A moment later the swirling of her mark spread to cover her entire body, and she disappeared in a flash of shimmering light.
Xanthus has vanished from the tent as well.
Jonas stared in shock at the place the Watcher had been only moments before. Then he flinched as the cold, sharp tip of Magnus’s sword touched his throat.
“On your feet, Agallon.”
Jonas forced himself up, and he eyed the prince with unbridled fury-the sour taste of it rising in his throat. “You act as if you have not just witnessed a miracle. . and a tragedy.”
“I’ll admit, it was an unexpected sight before the sun has fully risen.” Behind the prince’s droll tone, Jonas heard a quaking. The sight of the Watcher’s death-is that what it had been? Was Phaedra dead? — had shaken Magnus too. “But I’m recovering quickly. Time for a little trip to my father’s dungeon along with your rebel friends. He’ll be very pleased I’ve finally captured you.”
How could he stand there and pretend that none of this mattered? That the world would never be the same? Watchers were not simply legend. Magic was real. Jonas was reeling. “I didn’t murder your mother.”
“I know. Aron Lagaris did.”
Jonas shot a look toward Aron’s body, and his gaze snapped back to Magnus’s. “He killed my brother and my best friend.”
“And now he’s dead. He received the same end I originally planned for you. Although, I must admit, I planned on making you suffer quite a bit longer.”
“It was supposed to be my blade that took his life!”
Magnus offered him a thin, humorless smile. “Get over it.”
Suddenly, there was a scream from outside the tent. Many screams and terrified cries that no longer sounded like the familiar sounds of battle. It only took a moment to discover the reason why.
“Fire!” someone yelled.
A line of flames began to snake around the circumference of the tent, as if the earth itself had been set ablaze.
Magnus pulled his sword away from Jonas’s throat and moved swiftly to the flap of the tent, pushing it aside.
The camp had ignited. Orange and yellow flames lit up the area, drowning out the glow of dawn over the mountains, torching the dry, fallen trees, the piles of wood, the tents. Guards and slaves alike ran screaming. Some were on fire-flames that turned gold and silver and a bright and unnatural blue. They screamed in agony as the fire scorched their flesh before the violent and overwhelming fire transformed their bodies to crystal that exploded into a million shards of broken glass.
Jonas stared at the sight of the deaths with disbelief.
This was no normal fire ignited during a battle.
This-this was a horrible, destructive, deadly magic. Fire magic.
“What is this?” Magnus said, his voice rising in fear.
Blood spilled on the Blood Road. Three times. Three disasters.
A tornado, an earthquake, a wildfire.
Jonas’s newly healed heart pounded faster. He came up next to the prince. “Do you believe in fate, Prince Magnus? I never did before, but. . do you?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just curious.” Jonas slammed his forehead against the prince’s face. He’d been so still, so weakened since his resurrection. It had taken time to get his full strength back.
But it was finally back.
He grasped Magnus’s sword, then brought his elbow up into the prince’s face and hit his nose hard. Blood gushed and Magnus roared in pain. Jonas snatched the sword completely away from Magnus and swung it around to slice the other boy’s throat. But Magnus was also fast, and he blocked the strike with his forearm.