“Now, Konstantin.”
The prince’s features sharpen until their edges are as cutting as an ice carving. “Fallon Báeinach, I—”
Alyona cackles, a sound that is as ugly as she is beautiful. “You’re all doomed.”
“Speak the vow, Konstantin. Let us be done with our negotiations. Let us be at peace.”
“Fallon Báeinach,ya tabim ty.” Konstantin expels a muted gasp when the magic inscribes itself onto his chest.
I’m in such shock that I barely register the heat cinching my arm.
“Now punish your sister for her act of treason.”
Konstantin’s tall body seizes.
“She stole from us, son.”
The look Konstantin flashes his father is filled with such melancholy that it makes my heart clench for him.
“Don’t make my brother do your dirty work.” Alyona squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. “You’ve Salom for that. Your general loves nothing more than carving up people’s faces. I’m certain it’ll be his pleasure to carve up mine.”
The blond with all the pins narrows his eyes on the princess.
Lore, can we leave? Please? We’ve got a ship to locate.Not to mention, I’m itching to flee this kingdom before my hand finds itself wrapped around a Glacin’s dagger.
You don’t kill her, Fallon.
But Bronwen’s vision . . .
He must give the order for everyone to shift because leather and iron melt into feathers and smoke.Climb atop Aoife. I don’t trust your father not to charge headfirst into Diotto’s ship.
I’m so shocked that Bronwen was wrong that, for a full minute, all I can do is stare at Gabriele.
Fallon!
I jump at the sound of my name.
I’m swinging myself onto Aoife’s back when Vladimir barks, “Iron, Konstantin. Use iron.”
“But—”
“The shame your sister brought upon our family is not to be forgotten.”
“Shame?” Alyona’s long white hair lifts from the wind stirred by Crow wingbeats. “I tried to save our family.”
“Lorcan, no!” Bronwen tightens her grip on Cian’s neck. “Don’t make me regret having told you.”
I glance from Bronwen to my mate, who hovers over the Glacin Princess, casting her in his shadow.Regret having told you what, Lore?
“The Shabbins will destroy us!” Alyona shouts as snowflakes swirl around her. “They will command their serpents to sink our ships. They will isolate us until we fall to our knees on blood-soaked snow.”
I feel a hundred sets of eyes lift toward us. The only one who doesn’t look up is Vladimir of Glace.
He stares fixedly at his daughter. “You’re a seer now, daughter?”
“I don’t need the Cauldron to show me the future when I’ve eyes.” Her limpid stare moves over us, her hatred lifting and scraping over my skin. “But by all means, Atsa, take them from me for I prefer not to watch our world drown in blood.”
Those are the last words I hear her speak before Lorcan rockets toward the ocean, guiding us away from the land of snow and ice.
