Page 388 of Alchemised
He pressed his forehead against hers. “I am sorry. It didn’t occur to me that Stroud would do something so asinine.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s over now,” she said. “What did your father mean about your failed tasks being his now?”
“It’s nothing. Come, let’s get you back to your room.”
She wouldn’t budge. “What’s happened?”
He exhaled. “The task of hunting down the killer has been reassigned to my father.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. He won’t find anything. Shiseo’s envoy will be back in a little over a week.”
The news was like a punch in the gut. She knew time was running out, she could see it every time she looked into the night sky, but news of Shiseo’s return made it so much more final. She was silent until they reached her room.
“That girl who was here, with her sister. Do you know her?”
Kaine’s eyes narrowed. “She was the one who let everyone into the Institute.”
“She was one of Crowther’s. She killed him because her sister died when we rescued Luc,” Helena said, nodding. “She’s convinced that the necrothrall with her is alive.”
“The reanimation is one of Morrough’s. He rarely bothers with such elaborate work, but that explains why. I would have killed her already, but she makes it difficult because she never goes anywhere without the necrothrall and doesn’t keep any others.”
SPIREFELL FELT HAUNTED ONCE MORE with the presence of Atreus and Aurelia.
With a room facing the courtyard, Helena would hear when anyone arrived. She watched Kaine and his father standing on the steps as a lorry drove in and prisoners were dragged into one of the storehouse buildings.
Kaine started to walk away, but Atreus called harshly after him. Kaine turned slowly, following his father inside.
The screams that followed pierced the windows, floating through the twisting halls of the house. They would not end.
Helena closed the curtains and huddled in the far corner of her room, trying to block out the sounds. She had too many memories of screams like that.
She flinched at a touch and looked up to find Kaine in front of her. She studied him. She could tell he’d washed recently; his hair was damp.
They stared at each other, feeling the weight of it all.
“Did—did any of them say anything that could incriminate you?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
His eyes flickered. “No. None of them knew anything.”
She swallowed hard.
Every word. Every life. Because of you.
She couldn’t speak.
“It’s late. Will you eat?” Kaine finally asked.
She looked over, catching sight of a tray set on the table across the room. The shadows in the room were long. She had hidden in the corner for an entire day.
Her jaw trembled, throat thickening.
“Why is he doing this here?” she asked, as if it somehow made a difference where it happened.
“He believes there are spies, and that’s why the killer has been so effective. He’s convinced Spirefell is the only place that remains secure.” He looked down. “You should try to eat. I’m expected to have dinner with him and Aurelia tonight.”
He started to stand, but she reached out. “Will you come back, after?”
