Page 147 of A Vow of Blood and Tears

I nodded, unsure of what to say. How could I never have questioned before exactlyhowhe became a fiend?

What else would force such a transformation but a sea of blood?

I examined him as he scrubbed, taking in the giant form I’d found so hideous on first appearance. The horns curlingback over his skull, the long, dextrous ears, the crests of bone deforming his face. The bat-like snout, with those flared nostrils, turned into a despairing frown.

And yet I couldn’t find any fault in him now. He grieved as any man would, blamed himself.

Miro was only right in the broadest sense of the word. Bane had bathed in blood to become this monster. But he had a good soul. He had done it for good reasons.

Not even in my wildest imaginings could I fathom Bane doing what the wargs had done to Tristone. He only turned to that brute violence when there were no other options. When it was the only card left to play.

“What is it, lover?” he asked, a crooked half-smile on those distorted lips, and I blinked, realizing I’d been lost in thought while staring at him.

I’m ready to go home, I said, and meant it.

The rideback to Ravenscry was a blur. I only vaguely remembered entering the keep, stumbling to the stables and handing the basket of pup over to the Master of Hounds. My golems, joyful to see me again, Rose’s soft hands scrubbing away the ice and grime. Curling into bed with Bane, his warmth at my back, clutching me close to his chest.

I woke the next morning alone, as I had expected. With Bloodrain over, and the tragedy of the previous day, Bane would have a full plate.

As did I.

My books were precisely where I had left them, my desk in the library gleaming with welcome. I spread out my lexicon, opening the ritual book and the parallel text.

For the next twelve hours, I double-checked the runes so many times I lost count. I wrote three letters, asking Rose to give them to the steward for dispatch—one to Sister Loranin, two to scholars I had heard of in the Collegium of Argent.

I examined and cross-examined the parallel text, looking for the tiniest discrepancies, the most minuscule of mistakes.

And as the moon rose high outside the windows, I finally sat back, my neck aching and head pounding, and came to the same conclusion I’d reached before.

Unless there was something wrong with one of the initial twelve runes translated from the High Tongue, the parallel text was pristine. I had made no mistakes.

The symbol of Wargyr was incontrovertibly linked with the vampiric ritual, denoting ‘a circle of thorns’, ‘blood’, and ‘tears’.

I tapped my pen harder than usual, staring furiously at the page, my eyes red and sore. All that work for the same nothing. None of this helped.

I rubbed my eyes again, letting out a deep sigh. All I wanted was to be useful, and all I’d dug up was a load of nonsense.

Rose touched my back, her hand soft and hesitant.

I took my hands from my face.I’m fine. I just hate when things don’t make sense.

She tipped her head, and finally her shoulders rippled in a shrug.No fun, she said.

All too true.

Bane hadn’t come for dinner. He was probably speaking to Wyn and Visca, maneuvering legions, managing the word of the news. I missed him deeply.

He wasn’t in the tower, either. I put my books aside, my appetite diminished by my failure, and signed to my golems.

Would you two go to the library, please?I asked Rose.We’ll look in the Migration Era books next if you could pull them.And stay there, if you don’t mind. I’d like to be alone with him tonight.

Thorn bristled, his footfalls stomping a little harder than necessary as he obeyed my orders, giving me an accusing ‘glare’ over his shoulder, but Rose loved to pull books and organize them. She went rather perkily, hips swaying.

I looked forward to a night of privacy with Bane. But despite my exhaustion, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning, disquiet gnawing at me—I couldn’t tune Miro’s voice out of my head, telling me that my husband was no better than a warg himself.

I tossed and turned, snatching a few hours of restless sleep until the sky lightened with another misty day.

Bane hadn’t come to bed.

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