Page 253 of The Nightmare Bride
“I wouldnever.”
He grunted, a warning. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Princess. However your little tricks with Ky started, I’m not an idiot, and I see the way he looks at you now. Which is fine. You can give him all the moon-eyed looks you want, wrap him around your little finger, I don’t care. But when the annulment comes, youwillsign it. And then you’ll send him away.”
I tried to tug my arm away, but it was no use. Despite Vick’s compact size, hard living had bought him a sinewy strength I couldn’t match. “Fine. I’d be glad to.”
His eyes slitted, as if he were trying to work that out. “Do you understand? If you so much asthinkof asking him to stay?—”
“What, are you going to run me through?”
“What? No. What kind of question is that?” A snarl wrinkled the bridge of his nose. “I don’trun women through. What do you take me for?”
I clamped my lips together. I was about ninety-eight percent sure he didn’t actually want me to answer that.
“I’m the good guy,” he said. “Not the villain. Which means that if I have to hurt you, it’s only in the name of the greater good. That’ll be on you. Not me.”
I scowled. And here I’d thoughtKywas the master of circular reasoning.
“But,” Vick said, his grip tightening, “while we wait for all that, you’re going to tell me where to find the damn valuables in this house. Because I’ve reached the end of my patience. If Olivian won’t share with the territory he’s supposed to govern, I’ll make him.”
“There’s nothing here, though. No money. We ran out of all that years ago.”
“You say that.” His smile approached a sneer. “But there’ssomethingin this house, I can feel it. Something that’ll help the people the seneschal’s supposed to serve.”
Alarm bells clanged in my brain. I considered my dagger, then the diary—the only things of value under this roof. Well, and Amryssa.
But Vick couldn’t have any of that. He’d have to gut me, first. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We have nothing. Barely enough to eat.”
“Fine.” His smile gleamed with cold light. “If you won’t tell me, then you’ve forced me to do this. Just know that this was your decision, not mine.”
He reached for his sword.
Cold terror spiraled through my gut.Zephyrine, help me.
At my summons, the blade awoke. I inhaled the goddess’s energy, funneling it into my palm, willing it into a weapon. Planting my free hand against Vick’s chest, I cannoned Zephyrine’s magic straight into him.
He reeled backward, clutching his heart, his sword halfway drawn. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly.
I darted away. I probably hadn’t done any permanent damage, but I had no desire to stick around and find out.
Adrenaline shrieked in my veins. I pelted down the hallway, my feet barely touching the steps as I descended the stairs.
Only once I’d reached the kitchens, where Miss Quist and Lunk bent over a bubbling pot together, did I glance behind me.
Vick hadn’t followed.
Which was cold comfort, because I had a feeling that I’d just made an enemy.
26.
Ky didn’t make it to dinner that evening, occupied as he was with the battle out on the lawn. Neither did Vick, though obviously for different reasons.
After the meal, I tracked down Lunk in the library, mostly in an effort to gauge whether or not Vick had survived.
When I asked about his absence, Lunk only shrugged. “He wasn’t feeling well. I think he went to bed early.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
“Yes. Why?” He held a hand over his mouth, like he always did when speaking to me. He didn’t do that with Amryssa, but no surprise there—she was divine, while I was just...me. “Did you need something? Should I wake him?”
