I hadn’t heard any movement yet, but just in case, I moved to press my ear to her door. Silence. I wanted to see Inara—needed to talk to her—but it was a relief that she was getting the rest she desperately needed after all she’d been through.
Raidyn had always been up before me in Soluselis, but he’d been awake half the night by my side—and then had taken a watch with my father as well after that. Surely he was asleep in his room. Which meant I had no one to seek out.
Mother was like a different person now that Adelric was back in our lives … but I wasn’t quite ready to face her alone. Nothing had been said yet about what I’d shouted at her, or opening the door in the Hall of Miracles that night that seemed like a lifetime ago, but in reality was less than two weeks ago—the night when so many of us had almost died, when our tiny little world in the citadel had been shattered as completely as the window of Paladin glass that Halvor had claimed was virtually indestructible.
If only there were a training ring here. It was amazing how quickly I’d grown accustomed to working off my emotions, how much I’d come to crave the accomplishment of pushing my body in ways I hadn’t known it was capable of until I’d gone through that gateway into Visimperum.
Instead, I wandered aimlessly through the empty hallways. Out of habit more than anything, I eventually found myself slipping into the drawing room, where I’d spent most of my life.
“Zuhra! What are you doing up?”
Inara pulled her hand free from Halvor’s and jumped to her feet from the couch.
I startled to a halt. “I thought you were asleep,” I said, realizing it didn’t answer her question but too surprised to find her there with him.
Inara shrugged. Even from across the room the dark bruises beneath her eyes were visible; her normally summer-bronzed skin had a wan undertone. A surge of anxious fear rose up my throat, so sudden and unexpected, I knew immediately it wasn’t my own panic this time.
Without a word, I hurried across the worn rug to pull my sister into a hug. She stood stiffly, but I stubbornly held on. Finally, after several long moments, she crumpled into me, her body trembling. If I was dealing with debilitating panic, hers had to be worse—since she was the one who was attacked, her power ripped from her body. Had she been in her room, sleeplessly suffering the entire time Raidyn had been comforting me? Guilt-serrated teeth gnawed into my gut.
“Is everything all right?”
At the sound of our father’s voice, Inara pulled away. We both turned to see him walking into the room, Mother right behind, clasping his hand in hers. She was rarely more than a few feet away from him whenever possible. I couldn’t blame her, but I still couldn’t get used to seeing them together.
Something crossed Inara’s face, but she merely nodded and went to sit back by Halvor, who had watched our interaction silently.
“Were you able to get any sleep?” Mother asked.
“Some,” I responded, when Inara remained silent.
“I’m glad to hear it.” She and my father sat beside each other, across from Inara and Halvor, leaving me the only one standing—and companionless. “Inara? Did you sleep?”
My sister shrugged; my guess was she hadn’t slept at all. Halvor reached for her hand and she let him take it, holding it tightly. My father watched, his expression inscrutable. When he finally looked to me, his normally brilliant blue-fire eyes were somewhat dulled, as if he had recently used a large amount of power.
I swallowed in the strained silence, wondering if I should sit on one of the empty chairs, or escape the tense room and continue my aimless walk through the citadel. Maybe I could go find Sharmaine and ask if she would be willing to spar with me—despite not having any protective leathers or padding. I couldn’t remember which watch she’d volunteered for, but hoped she was done and awake and ready to work off some steam, like me.
Before I could decide, the door opened and Sharmaine herself walked in, followed closely by Sachiel and Loukas.
My father moved to stand, but Sachiel gestured for him to stop. “Nothing’s wrong,” she hurried to assure him. “We just switched watches. No sign of the jakla yet.”
“Who healed the hedge?” Sharmaine asked as my father resettled on the couch beside my mother.
“What are you talking about?” I glanced at Inara, expecting her to share my shock—but her expression remained stoic, her eyebrows didn’t even lift. In fact, it seemed I was the only one in the room who was taken aback by Sharmaine’s question.
“The hole in the hedge is gone.” Sharmaine speared my father with a pointed glare. “It couldn’t have healed on its own,” she continued as I rushed over to the window. “So someone must have done it last night.”
The sun had barely crested the stark peaks to the east; jeweled rays of garnet and persimmon shot through the remaining clouds from the previous night’s storm. And there, in the steadily increasing sunlight, was the unbroken expanse of greenery I’d known all of my life. Just as Sharmaine had said—the hole was gone.
“Raidyn didn’t—”
“It was me,” my father cut in before Sachiel could finish her thought—or accusation.
“Adelric, why would you do such a thing?”
At the surprisingly frosty tone to her voice, I glanced over my shoulder. Sachiel stood a few feet from my parents, her eyes narrowed.
“Didn’t you think of the risk to use your power like that when we don’t know when or how the jakla will attack again?”
“It needed to be done.” My father’s voice was even, but I noticed his hand tighten around my mother’s.
“There is no possible justification for draining your power when that jakla could have shown up and attacked—leaving Raidyn to deal with him alone.”
“Perhaps you don’t think so, but I trust you will remember that I am perfectly capable of deciding that for myself.”
“Are you? Because as I see it, you put all of us in danger for—”
“It was me!” Inara suddenly jumped to her feet, her neck splotched red and her cheeks flushed. “It’s my fault. He did it for me.”
“Inara, stop, it’s not—”
“No.” She cut Adelric off and then turned to face Sachiel. “If you want to get mad, get mad at me. He did it because he was trying to prove a point.”
“He did it to prove a point?” Sachiel’s biting response was so sharp, even Sharmaine flinched. “Adelric, I understand you are upset that you’ve been separated from your daughters for so long, but you can’t let that start clouding your judgment like this!”
“That’s enough.” I’d never heard my father’s voice so cold. “I will not make excuses to you—and it is not your place to question me. We may not be in Visimperum anymore, but I am still your superior.”
“You’re right, we’re not in Visimperum—and we may never be again.” Her eyes flashed as her gaze roamed over the room; the well-worn, shabby furniture, the singed curtains, the threadbare carpet—all the items we’d tried to carefully tend, but were unable to do more than polish and press years of use into. I shifted my weight, the prickling heat rising up my neck spreading to my face at the disdain that curled her lip. “So, no, you are not anyone’s superior,” she continued at last. “Not anymore.”