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  Surah was a heartbeat away from saying that he had made her this way, but then a knock sounded on the oak doors of her father’s study, and a silence fell over the large room.

  Surah watched the flames from the enormous stone fireplace flicker across her father’s face as Syrian barked for the caller to enter. The double oak doors swung open simultaneously with smooth glides, and in walked Theodine Gray. The heels of his boots clicked softly over the polished wood. His black cloak rippled behind him with each step he took, and his hard eyes spoke only of business. When they settled on Surah, they softened a fraction, and a crooked smile pulled up one side of his mouth.

  Surah swallowed to keep signs of annoyance off her face. Theo had never been her favorite person, as he seemed to be everyone else’s.

  “Princess,” Theo said, coming to a stop in front of Surah. He held a black-gloved hand out to her, and she held her own gloved hand out for him, as she had done thousands of times for thousands of people over the years. Theo took it gently and bent at the waist to kiss the leather over the top of her hand, his gray eyes watching her the whole time. “Always a pleasure,” he said, then turned to Syrian and offered another bow. “My Liege.”

  Syrian was not in the mood for interruptions.

  “Is it important, Theo?” Syrian asked shortly. “My daughter and I were having a discussion.”

  Surah could feel the Head Hunter’s eyes on her and deliberately stared into the fire to avoid his gaze. She was a princess, and had been for her entire life, so she was used to the eyes of others being on her, and she was good at pretending as though they weren’t even there.

  Theo had never given her a reason not to like him, had always, in fact, been very formal and kind to her, but she couldn’t help it.

  But her father trusted Theo, so she kept her opinions to herself. She had learned the hard way that this was usually a wise choice.

  “I’m afraid it is serious, my Liege,” Theo said. His eyes and posture had gone back to business. The seriousness in his voice made even Surah’s head turn, and he looked at her when he said his next words.

  “We received word from the Dark Mountain. The Black Stone is missing. Someone has stolen it.”

  Surah’s mouth fell open, a rare expression of involuntary surprise on her face. She picked her jaw up as soon as she realized she was doing it, but when she looked over at her father, she could see it was too late. He had seen her horror, no doubt felt it, too. His violet eyes stared into her own, and she could see the victory there. His eyes said this was exactly what he was talking about, why she needed to be Keeper. Why she didn’t have much choice.

  What Theo said next sealed the deal like a licked envelope.

  “Also, Merin Nightborn is dead. Looks like murder.”

  Surah sighed, sat back in her chair, and thought, Well, shit.

  Chapter 2

  Surah

  “What do you mean someone has stolen the Black Stone?” Syrian said, his fingers digging deeper into the poor leather of his chair, the blaze from the fireplace reflecting in his eyes. Obviously the Stone was a bigger worry than the death of a royal woman. Which said something. “That’s impossible.”

  Theodine nodded his agreement, then shook his head and spread his hands. “Apparently not,” he said.

  Surah sat silently, unmoving, even though both males kept glancing at her as though she should have some input. She didn’t, at least not other than the same question her father just asked. The Black Stone wasn’t supposed to be able to leave its place in the Dark Mountain. Everyone knew that. It was impossible.

  Also, she’d never much cared for Merin Nightborn. That was a shitty thought, but it was true. Like many Highborns, Merin had always been entitled and obnoxious. Of course, that didn’t mean she deserved to die.

  Surah’s father stood from his chair and began pacing the room, his thick brows furrowed and his head bent forward, thinking. His movements were not graceful or fluid like Theo’s and Surah’s, but he was a tall, bulky man who moved with deadly precision, and it was rare that he exhibited his anxiety through physical action in front of anyone other than Surah.

  This was not good.

  “How long has it been missing?” he asked.

  “The word was sent as soon as the Hunters realized it was gone,” Theo said. “They make hourly rounds to check on the Stone, as you know. The Hunter assigned to check on it at eleven p.m. reported it was still there. When the next man went to check at midnight, it was gone.”

  All three of them glanced up at the enormous black iron clock hanging above the fireplace. The hour read one-thirty.

  “No one saw anything?” Syrian asked, the disbelief evident in his tone again.

  Theo’s jaw tightened and he shook his head. “No, my Liege. The Hunters assured me no one was seen entering or leaving the mountain. They have no idea how it could have happened.”

  Syrian snorted. “Wonderful,” he snapped. He stopped pacing the room and sat down again in his red winged-back chair, the cushions groaning under his weight. His eyes settled on his daughter. Surah returned his stare with her usual indifference, but inside, she was boiling with questions, and yes, more than a little fear. The Black Stone was one of the most powerful weapons in existence. In the wrong hands it could deliver catastrophe on an unimaginable scale. Syrian knew she wouldn’t refuse his request now, and it made her clench her fists in her lap a little, because she knew it, too.

  “These Hunters,” Syrian said, addressing Theo but still looking at his daughter, “the two that were on watch over the Stone, you questioned them yourself?”

  Theo nodded once. “Of course, my Liege.”

  “And you believe they’re telling the truth?”

  The Head Hunter considered for a moment, and a small smile came to his handsome face as his eyes fell on Surah once more. Surah’s jaw clenched.

  “It would be wise to have the princess question them,” Theo said, picking up on the King’s intent. “Since we have tragically lost Syris, and that would have been his job. She would know better than I if they were lying. It’s not my…forte.”

  No, Surah thought, your forte is capture and kill.

  For just a moment, Surah fantasized about throwing a bit of lightning magic at the Head Hunter’s midsection. Instead, she sat unmoving, said nothing.

  Syrian nodded, giving his daughter a look that said told you so. Surah stood in one fluid movement, her long cloak rippling behind her, wanting all of a sudden very much to be out of this room, with the heat of the fireplace, where she had played many a nights as a child, with the eyes of her lost family watching her from the portraits hanging on the walls, with the dim lights that seemed to shadow pain.

  “Take me to them,” she said, and moved toward the doors without a backward glance at her father.

  She would do this task because it was necessary, and even though she may only be twenty-three years old, she was not as young-minded and selfish as her father believed. She had lived well as a princess among her people, and she would not abandon them with the Stone missing. That didn’t mean she intended to be Keeper, just that she could help in this matter and she would. And, hopefully, it would turn out to be a misunderstanding. Once it got straightened out, she would take her leave, even though she had no idea where she’d even go. Just…away. Someplace without old fireplaces and portraits and shadows.

  Theo bowed once more to his king and followed Surah out into the hallway, shutting the oak doors behind him with a small flick of his wrist.

  “It’s very generous for you to offer your assistance, princess,” he said, holding an elbow out to her.

  Despite her dislike of him, Surah laced her arm through his so he could lead her out of her father’s quarters, where they would be able to portal to their destination. For protection reasons, one could not portal into Syrian’s dwellings, only out. And though Surah would rather not make physical contact with the Head Hunter, she knew well enough what was expected of her. Theodine was the Head
Hunter, and to disrespect him by refusing his arm would be plainly rude. It was one of the reasons she dreamed of leaving this place, even though she knew she could never live any more lavishly than she did in her father’s castle. Too many appearances to hold up. Too many expectations. Too many secrets and sad times between these walls.

  The hallway was dimly lit; no windows or points of entry save for the two arched doors at the end of the hall. Surah did not respond to Theo’s comment about her generosity. She got the feeling that he knew as well as she did that he had not given her much choice with his charging in and saying how she was needed to question the Hunters, probably to help solve the murder, too. It was an understandable request. One of Surah’s gifts, that both her lost sister and brother had shared, was being able to detect lies from most people, but that didn’t mean she liked the way Theo had pulled her into this. She didn’t like it at all.

  Theo’s wrist flicked again and the arched doors leading to the foyer swung open. The foyer was a large room, one of many in the beast of a structure that was her father’s castle. The ceiling towered thirty feet overhead, painted with a mural of a dark storm just rolling in. The bruised clouds seemed to sweep over the ceiling as if to swallow it, and the room was as poorly lit as the hallway they’d just emerged from. But the mural was no longer a comfort to Surah, just like the thick stone walls which held no windows were no longer, even though they used to be when she was a little girl. She could still remember when it had been painted. She’d been only a handful of years old at the time. Syris and Syra had stood to either side of her, their necks craned back the same as hers.

  “It looks like it could pour rain down on us at any second,” Syris had said.

  His sisters had nodded, wide purple eyes still glued to the ceiling. Syra had leaned in a little, pitching her voice low so that the artist still finishing the mural wouldn’t hear her. “I don’t like it,” she’d said.

  Surah had smiled at her older sister. “I do.”

  “May I inquire something, princess?” Theo asked, pulling Surah out of her memories.

  Surah restrained a sigh and nodded. People were always asking permission to “inquire” things, as though she weren’t as accessible as any of them just because she was princess, the next and only person in line to the throne. No one just spoke freely to her like she was a real person. Now that Syris was gone, her father was the only one left who said whatever he felt to her. She wondered briefly if her life would always be that way. It was a surprisingly sad little thought.

  Theo’s eyes were on her. She could feel them.

  “Are you going to accept the position as Keeper?” he asked.

  She lied without hesitation, smoothly. “I don’t know.”

  Theo was silent for a moment, his hand resting on hers where she had her arm laced through his.

  “It would make me very happy if you did, my lady,” Theo said, his tone pitching low, his gray eyes lowering in a rare show of uncertainty.

  When he said things like this, which he did a good portion of the time, Surah felt bad about her dislike of him. He was, after all, a Hunter who had fought for her father and done his bidding since he was a boy. She had known him since they were both children, and nearly every eligible woman in the kingdom would cut off a finger to be with him. Handsome, charming, intelligent, strong. It wasn’t hard to see why. But, still…

  Surah smiled her practiced smile. It wasn’t difficult. “Thank you, Hunter Gray,” she said. “I suppose we shall just have to see.”

  He had never, in all the years they’d known each other, asked her to call him Theo, but she knew he wished she would. She never did, not because she wanted to upset him, but because she felt as though he was just waiting for that kind of invitation, and she had no desire to encourage him.

  Theo said nothing to this, only continued to look down at her from his taller position. Surah decided it would be best to get back to the business at hand. “Where are we going?” she asked.

  It was a question she already knew the answer to, and Theo knew this, but he answered dutifully, letting the subject drop.

  “The Hunters who are stationed at Black Mountain are not allowed to leave their posts, my lady, so the two that were on watch tonight are waiting for us there.”

  They were across the large foyer now, where five Hunters were guarding the portal room. They stood silent in their black cloaks, arms at their sides and faces unmoving. Two on each side of the door to the room, and one directly in front of it. Theo nodded to the one in the middle, and the Hunter twisted his wrist, and the door slid open. Then he stepped to the side so Surah and Theo could enter, bowing as they passed.

  It was just a small, square room, not much bigger than an elevator, the walls and ceiling all black, with a plush purple carpet on the floor. This was one of only five places in the castle where portals weren’t blocked, and they could only be used two at a time. Surah and her father were the only ones who were allowed to portal freely in the castle.

  In front of them, the door slid closed. Much later, Surah would wish she had never stepped into the room in the first place. Had she stuck to her guns, and refused a hand in all this, so much could have been avoided. Maybe.

  Theodine held out a hand to the princess, a crooked smile on his face that made Surah sigh mentally. She didn’t need the help portaling any more than she needed the help walking, but there were those pesky expectations; obligations, really, so she placed her hand in his without hesitation, offering her royal smile as she did so.

  Someday I will shed the mask, she thought. Someday.

  Chapter 3

  Surah

  Traveling by portal would be a strange thing for a first-timer, and most people could never even do it, but Surah had learned and mastered the magic when she had been just a child, so the feeling of vertigo and nausea no longer invaded her as they moved across space and time. She was here, and then she was there. Simple as that.

  The night stars hung overhead, a thick glitter that was not visible in the part of her father’s kingdom where she called home. Too many lights on the ground to see the lights in sky.

  But here was country, a land where only the farmers and their grasses, the Hunters and their mountain lived. Here was a land where the beasts still roamed in the forests, where the night wind whispered the wishes of star-crossed lovers, where the magic was still used for survival, not show or pride.

  Here was where the stars were allowed to shine.

  She had only been here a handful of times, as her life and duties demanded most of her time be spent in Zadira, where her father’s castle was. But sometimes she dreamed of this land, could see it through the eyes of a broken young girl, could see her sister’s face as it had been so many years ago.

  Battles of the first Great War had been fought here, back before the dividing of the Territories, and it was fair to say the land had acquired a haunted feel, as so many places where great death is wrought do. Surah knew this was the reason her father had built his city on the other large expanse of land that belonged to the Sorcerers, but even with the memories of Syra and her mother, she liked it here. Things were simpler here. You could see the stars.

  Ahead was the Dark Mountain, living up to its name under the black, glittering sky. The towering peaks seemed not to hold shadows, but rather to birth them, and rather than hanging over the mountain, perpetual storm clouds churned around it. Jutting rocks the color of midnight scraped the air some twenty-thousand feet high, and a base for the Hunters who guarded the place was just a row of squat black buildings at the foot of it.

  A cast iron fence ringed the area, where admittance was only allowed to a select few. The place was as impenetrable as a place could be, and for good reason. The Dark Mountain was where the Black Stone lived, or where it had lived, before it had gone missing—which Surah still hoped was some sort of stupid mistake. She couldn’t even steal the Stone if she wanted to, and not only was she the princess, but she was more powerful than most when it c
ame to the magic.

  If it was indeed gone, great trouble lay ahead. The Black Stone, unlike its sister, the White Stone, could be used only for black magic, for bad deeds. In nearly a thousand years, she had never even seen the thing, nor would she want to.

  Only the people who guarded it saw it, which was why this interrogation would not be a pleasant thing. Prolonged exposure to the Stone had a way of…shaping a person.

  Theo still held her hand and he began walking her over the rich green grasses toward the mountain. She slipped her arm through his when he offered his elbow again, and ignored the tightening of her stomach the way she had learned to ignore most emotional impulses over the years.

  “Don’t be afraid, my lady,” Theodine said, looking down at her with his crooked grin.

  Surah didn’t respond to this. She stared straight ahead and clenched her teeth. The pride that she felt the need to assert when she was younger had faded away along with the rest of the things that fade away with time.

  He led her toward the gates where two Hunters in their black cloaks stood to either side, their faces as stone as the mountain that loomed behind them. They recognized the Head Hunter and their princess immediately and bowed first to Surah, and then him. Theo inclined his head and the gates swung open, stirring the humid air that had caused a thin fog to settle over the land.

  Surah’s black hood was drawn up over her head, hiding her lavender hair from view and casting much of her smooth face in shadows. The Hunters here, all male, had not seen a female in Gods knew how long. They made great sacrifices for their people, and she did not want to entice them unnecessarily.

  The two of them, arm in arm, crossed the land that had gone barren under their feet, the grasses ending abruptly in dry brown dirt. They approached the foot of the Dark Mountain, which seemed to pulse something that made Surah’s heart quicken and her breath fall short.