It was on the sixteenth night of being Jethro-free that I stumbled upon the official library. Drifting down dark corridors, unable to sleep, I felt as if I’d fallen through a wormhole into ancient literature and knowledge. The ceiling was a dome, painted with a navy sky and glittering yellow stars. The walls were three stories high with swirling ladders leading onto brass walkways to peruse each shelf with ease.
The moment I walked into the hushed world, I knew I’d found home.
That night, I’d spent hours reading by low light, fingering leather-bound limited editions, before curling up in the most comfy of beanbags and falling asleep.
Kes found me the next morning, nudging me awake with an amused grin. “Hi.” He threw himself into the chaise lounge that was decorated with bamboo leaves, cranes, and Chinese symbols, not far from my commandeered beanbag.
I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes and stretching my stiff but mostly healed back. “How did you find me?”
Kes pointed upward, smiling. “Cameras.”
My heart leapt into my throat. “Of course.”Thatwas why I was given free reign. Why no one tried to stop me. Everything I did was on show.
I was stupid not to realize it sooner.
I frowned. Was that what Jethro had switched off after he’d whipped me? Did he not wish his family to see him come all over my back—to show he had aweaknessfor me?
And if so...whydidn’t he want his family to see? He was only doing what he was told...wasn’t he?
The past two weeks had delivered far too many questions where Jethro was concerned, and I still had no answers.
I did have one scary conclusion, though. As much as I detested Jethro’s mind games and sick control...I missed the spark he conjured inside. I missed the clench when he touched me, and I craved the addictive fear of duelling.
As much as I enjoyed Kes’s company, and as fond as I’d grown of him, I didn’t grow wet at the thought of winning him over or dream of his lips kissing mine.
“Do you like the library?” Kes asked, craning his neck, trying to catch a glimpse at the open sketchpad beside me. The pages depicted a flowing silk cape that would be a mixture of air and thread.
Forcing Jethro from my mind, I nodded. “Yes. I love the silence and smell.”
He smiled. “Bet you’ll like what Jethro has to show you then.”
I very much doubt that.
I stiffened slightly, hearing Kes talk about his brother. I’d picked up on a strange edge in his tone whenever he mentioned him. And I couldn’t understand the dynamic between the two. They cared deeply for each other—that was undeniable—but there was something else, too. Something deeper and more complex than just sibling rivalry.
Hang on.
My ears pricked. “What does Jethro have to show me?”
“You mean, he hasn’t shown you yet?”
“Shown me what?”
Kes shook his head. “He hasn’t come to find you? Hasn’t explained?” Dropping his voice, he asked, “How long has it been, sincehe’s come for you?”
My forehead furrowed. Shouldn’t he know that? Wasn’t he privy to Jethro’s convoluted inner thoughts?
Dropping my eyes, I said, “I haven’t seen him since the First Debt was repaid.”
Kes sucked in a breath. Rubbing a hand over his face, he stood quickly. “Look, forget I said anything. I have to go.”
He strode from the library in a rustle of leather and denim, most likely going in search of his wayward brother.
Forget I said anything.Kes’s words repeated inside my head.
I would like to forget everything that’d happened since the Hawks had come for me, but that was an impossibility.
Just like obeying Kes was.
