Page 28 of A War of Ruin and Reckoning

“That’s right,” she rasped. “She thought to steal my Sluagh. She thought the Well would keep them from me, but I can still command the Wild Hunt. All I must do is lure them to me.”

The demogorgon preened and cooed.

She nodded in answer to whatever it had said, then stared at the piece of fallen paper on the table. Her voice grew distant… distracted. “Yes, precious. Go. Hunt. But I am the one who will breathe the last from her body. I will drink the blood from her veins.” She tapped her finger on the map. “And I’ll do it where it all began.”

ChapterTwelve

Nova’s confession changed everything. Leaf contemplated his next move while she petted the horse. They were all exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. He wanted to sleep on it, but deciding what to do with her couldn’t wait.

From how she violently reacted to her twin being the evil man destroying this world, he believed she was on Elphyne’s side, which made things worse. He could have killed her right here and now if she was bad. He already found it hard to walk away from her, but now he’d be stuck with her for some time… at least until he delivered her to the Prime or the Order.

A distraction.

And she wasn’t even his mate. No blessing from the Well had sprung between them. Perhaps it was too late for such things now that the taint had warped mana into something that blasted entire troops from existence. Remnants of his release simmered inside his soul, making him hot. He removed his jacket, hoping the cool air helped, but his linen shirt was heavy and scratched at his skin.

Irritation growing, he strode to the horse and pushed past Nova to check the saddle. She took a meek step back but didn’t complain. Her very smell sent him to the point of impatience. She needed a bath. So did he. They needed food and water, and… he shut his thoughts down and let go of the saddle.

Usually, he’d stop in and talk with the Prime about this sort of thing. But she was part of the problem. She likely hid in the owl shifter habitat close to the icy wastelands. He’d always known Aleksandra escaped there to avoid conflict. For years, he’d portal about Elphyne, hunting her down when she fled responsibility. She was unaware that he’d discovered her secret hideaway. There was no point ambushing her unless he could fulfill her ultimatum.

Leaf straightened, wide-eyed, as an idea popped into his head. Aleksandra didn’t know Nova and he weren’t mated. What if…

“What?” Nova asked, noticing he stared at her.

“Earlier, you wanted to thank me for saving your life, but I stopped you.”

“I know.”

“But there is something you can do to repay me.”

“I have nothing to offer. I don’t have mana. I don’t even have shoes.”

“The Prime is the best person to reveal your wealth of knowledge to about your brother.” He paused. “I’m assuming you want to stop him from further destroying this world?”

“Of course I do,” she exclaimed. “I don’t condoneanythinghe does. And I know things. I’m sure if I—”

He gestured for her to stop. “No need to go into details now. But if I take you to her, I may as well gain something from this setback.”

Her brows lifted at his insinuation, but he was too weary to pretend civility.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “And what do you get out of it?”

“The Prime won’t reveal important knowledge about my fate until I succumb to her machinations and claim a Well-blessed mate.” Irritation clipped his words. “Naturally, it’s ridiculous that I should be forced into mating, regardless of what a supposed prophecy says. So I’d like you to continue the ruse of being my mate.”

Her jaw clicked shut. She seemed like a clever woman. This shouldn’t be a problem. But suspicion and a touch of disgust flickered in her gaze.

“In my time, some people did nice things like rescue innocent women from bad people just because it was right.”

“But you wanted to thank me.” He frowned, increasingly annoyed. “I stopped you from owing me a favor. Ergo, I did a nice thing without expectations.”

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, suggesting he was too stubborn to understand the point. “Fine. What will thisruseentail?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” Was she making him spell it out?

“No need to get prickly, Mister.”

“My name is D’arn Leaf,” he corrected.

“I’m simply understanding expectations. For example, how far does this ruse need to go? Who are we fooling—just your Prime or others? Will we need to be physically intimate to convince other fae that I smell like you? Is it just hugging? Do I sit on your lap while you pet me? Am I chained to you while dressed in a bikini? Do we kiss? In case you missed it, I am not fae. I do not understand your customs. So please,Hoja de los Guardianes,break it down for me.”

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