“She’s particularly fond of that one.” Caspian looks over at me. “Brought that to her for her tenth birthday. She used to brush her doll’s hair with it.”
“Curious,” I say, placing it back down and looking at a music box overflowing with jewels. I can tell by just a glance that most of them are costume baubles made for children. “You actually care about her, don’t you?”
Caspian is bent over the Nightingale’s potion table, picking up bottles and examining the labels. After a beat, he says, “She’s my sister.”
She’s also a crazy psychopath who’s loyal to the fae who took over Dayton’s realm. But I bite my tongue and cross the room to Caspian. He still doesn’t look up, but says, “She has nobody else.”
As much as I love arguing with Caspian, I stay silent. My thoughts drift to my own sister and the turmoil in the Summer Realm.Dayton will make sure she’s safe.
“So, should we be worried about the Nightingale wielding the Green Flame, too?” I ask.
“No, she’s not my biological sister.” He straightens, holding a bottle with a vibrant orange liquid inside. “This will be perfect.”
“What will this do again?”
Caspian pops the cork. “Smell it.”
I inhale a blend of citrusy tanginess and sweet floral undertones, reminiscent of freshly picked oranges kissed by the sun. “This will really help us?”
“Yes.” Caspian shoves the lid back in the bottle and tucks it in his bag. “We’ll mix this into the drinks, and everyone will be temporarily adrift in beautiful ecstasy. Trust me, a party is the perfect distraction. Everyone will just assume I’ve gone off to fuck someone.”
“You’ll be with me.”
Caspian tugs on my belt, drawing me close to him, and says with a sly laugh, “Now, be practical, Farron. We’ll have an important job to do. There won’t be any time for suchbaseactivities.”
I push away from him, turning before he can see the flush rising to my cheeks. “I know what we have to do.”
We’ve planned it down to the day, to the hour. In nine days, we’ll sneak into the chamber with the pool and spread the fungal spores that will hopefully destroy the crystals and cause a chain reaction to break Aurelia free. We’ll have to hope Kel and George arrive in time and haven’t become lost in the labyrinth.
“How’s your little spell going?” Caspian asks.
I think of the crumpled paper still shoved in my bag, words scratched out and rewritten. “I’ve still got time to work on it.”
Caspian leans on the desk, regarding me with a half-lidded gaze, his dark hair loose. “I could help you, if you’d like.”
Another bitter retort knots in my chest. “I suppose you know a lot about death.”
“Unfortunately. It’s my birthright.”
The light catches in just the right way to see the glimmer of green in his eyes. “How were you born, Cas? Do you know?”
He pushes away from the table and paces the room. “Not all the details, only that my mother has always been obsessed with power, with retaking the Above and returning to it. But one of her spells went wrong, and it didn’t connect her with the Above. It connected her withhim.”
“The Green Flame.”
“The Green Flame. The Baron. Malekai Furiondemius. A thousand names for a thousand conquered worlds,” Caspian says, voice biting. “Sira was always jealous of the beautiful things Aurelia created, when her own turned twisted and corrupt. So, she asked the Baron for a child, one as powerful as it was beautiful.”
“You,” I breathe.
“Me,” Caspian says. “The Baron promised her I would be the answer, that with his flame and her shadows, there would be no one that could stand against me.”
It’s the truth,I think, though I don’t admit it to Caspian. I’m sure even Keldarion knows there is no power in the Vale that can rival the man before me.
Or there wasn’t. Not until Rosie arrived.
Another thought strikes me. I’ve hardly ever seen Caspian use the magic of his birthright. It’s the thorns he’s drawn to.
“Sira became pregnant with me,” Caspian continues, “and she continued to commune with the Green Flame. His attention becomes more and more fixated on this world and the magic of the land. It’s why we must ensure the gateway never opens. If he makes it to the Vale, Farron, there will be nothing left.”
