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The Domina (Ascension #5)
Author: K.A. Linde

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The Creator

 

 

Cyrene stalked from the war tent.

Her magic was a living, breathing fire within her. It took all of her self-control to rein it in and not unleash it upon the figureheads who called themselves rulers. The sheer incompetence of bickering after what had just happened. Not that she had told them everything. The truth was still yet to be known, even to her.

She had spent all day and half of the night listening to them squabble over their loss. While the person who could truly explain it sat under guard within Cyrene’s own tent.

Her throat closed up at the thought. Perhaps she had stayed so long in the war tent, debating their next move, because, though it was tiresome, it was preferable to what she would find waiting for her.

And what she wouldn’t find.

Mikel—slain to protect the love that had only just returned to him.

Ahlvie—stolen by a dark goddess.

Avoca—decimated by his capture.

And another who was a lie.

Vera…or Benetta…or Benny. The woman Cyrene had put her trust in, trained with, walked across the world with her as a companion. Only to find out she wasn’t what she’d seemed. Not a Master Doma. Not a dragon-bound Society member. Not even…her friend. Not by a long shot.

She was the Creator. Creator!

The mother of all Doma. A goddess in her own right. And had been in hiding for two centuries. Maybe longer. She had fooled everyone. Even Cyrene.

Cyrene stopped before the tent flap and rested her palm on the hilt of Shadowbreaker, the Tendrille metal singing to her. She didn’t need to walk in there with her temper flaring. She needed to remain calm, get the information that they needed to win this war. That was all that mattered now.

She took a deep breath and let her excess magic drain into the honeycomb center of the red ruby in the hilt of her sword. A sword forged from the metal of the gods and immune to magic. A powerful weapon that had done next to nothing against the Destroyer, the dark goddess, Malysa.

Vera—Benny’s—sister.

Her anger rose up again, and she tamped it down. Vera had deceived Cyrene. And now, Malysa had taken control of her generals and was hell-bent on destroying the world once and for all. Cyrene could face Vera’s deception and Avoca’s sorrow and Orden’s disappointment if it meant fulfilling her destiny. She could.

She swallowed, released her energy, and stepped into the tent.

It was exactly how she had left them all those hours earlier. Vera was tied to a chair at the center of the room. Avoca was lying back on the cot, staring up at the ceiling, unseeing. The ice-white blade she normally carried was discarded nearby. Orden was reading out of a small notebook and glanced up at Cyrene’s entrance.

“What was decided?” he asked, setting the notebook aside.

“Nothing,” Cyrene said on a sigh. “Half of them want to push forward into Aurum and claim it. The other half want to march on Byern and claim it. Malysa is a secondary concern when land can be captured.”

“As expected then,” Orden said.

Cyrene nodded tightly. “Half of them are still adjusting to the revelation that magic even exists. There’s a clear divide between Gwynora and the Network and the Eleysian generals who seem to think they have the advantage because they have the numbers.”

“And Brigette?” Orden asked. “Did she call for your head?”

Cyrene scowled. Brigette was a problem. Though, technically, she wasn’t the queen of Eleysia at the moment, she had much sway. She had been the queen after her parents were murdered, but when the capital city was destroyed by Byern—thanks to Kael Dremylon—they had called a vote of no confidence. She was in the midst of a Queen’s War to reclaim her title. And she clearly thought blaming Cyrene for her parents’ deaths and throwing her weight against Cyrene would help her regain her throne.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ll handle it.” She slid her steely-blue gaze to where Vera sat. She hadn’t said a word since Cyrene entered, but she was watching. “What’s Malysa’s next move?”

“I don’t know,” Vera said softly but not weakly.

“You have deceived me, Vera. Benny. Whatever I should call you,” she spat the words out.

Vera turned her palms up in surrender. “Vera. I am Vera now. Benetta no longer exists.”

“Fine,” Cyrene said with a shake of her head.

“I will tell you everything you wish to know, Cyrene. You can trust me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“I know that I have lost your trust, but I have never done anything to harm you. I even trained you.”

Cyrene dismissively waved her hand. “You did it to put me on the path of the prophecy. You wanted me to defeat your sister. You had ulterior motives.”

“That does not mean that I don’t care for you.”

“Can you help us defeat her?” Orden asked, standing to his considerable height and doffing his characteristic floppy hat.

“I can give you all the information that I have, but I do not personally have the magic capable of containing her again. When I tried to stop her last time, it took every ounce of my ability. Something was severed. I no longer have full access to my magic, as you have seen in the time that we have been together.”

“Great,” Cyrene said sarcastically.

Vera frowned. “But I will give the last of my magic so that you can see our story.”

Cyrene raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“I want to tell you the story of the two goddesses, but I think it would be better for you to witness it firsthand. Then, you can be clear that I am not lying.”

“See…your story. How?”

“On the spiritual plane.”

“But you can’t access spirit magic.”

“No,” Vera agreed. “I used to be able to. It was part of the reason that I am now dragon bound to Ameerath. I thought that a dragon would allow me better access to spirit magic. To keep an eye on my sister. But it saps my energy, as if it were feeding on my very soul.” She frowned and glanced down at her hands. “I can do it once more for you, but that will be all I have.”

Cyrene understood then the sacrifice that Vera was suggesting. Not just that this spirit magic would drain her…but it would also tap her magic. She would be bereft of it. A sacrifice.

Orden must have come to the same conclusion. “But what if we need your magic again? What if we need your help against the Destroyer?”

“She can’t,” Cyrene answered for her. She saw it on Vera’s broken face. “If she could have been any help, she would have already done it.”

Vera nodded, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Raw emotion displayed before Cyrene. “Please let me do this one last thing.”

“We’ll vote,” she said. Her gaze shifted to Orden. “You?”

He narrowed his eyes at Vera, as if trying to discover her subterfuge. “I don’t like it. But we need the information.”

Cyrene turned to Avoca. She hadn’t moved. She was still staring, empty-faced, at the ceiling. “Avoca? What is your vote?”

Avoca didn’t respond.

“Avoca?” she repeated.

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