Slowly, I took a step away from Adonis. I scrambled for something to say. I needed Kratos on my side to get Hazel back, even if Adonis didn’t think it was going to happen.

I blinked innocently. “I hurt my wrist falling down the stairs. Adonis told me he could heal it.”

“I saw you dancing through my window,” said Kratos.

Why did I have the sudden suspicion that Adonis had planned it all this way—that he’d known Kratos was still here, that he’d wanted Kratos to see me?

Rage rippled through my body, but I schooled my features to calm. “He had a price for the healing, of course.”

Kratos’s gaze burned into Adonis. “Ruby.” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “Please get back to your room.”

As I passed first Adonis, then Kratos, words whispered in my mind. You’re a prisoner here.

* * *

I’m not sure what had happened after I left Adonis’s room; I only knew that I’d woken on Eimmal morning with a wild fury pulsing through my blood. I’d hardly been able to focus on my morning call with Yasmin, though it’s not like she had anything helpful to convey to me anyway.

Today of all days, I needed to stay away from the angels. A distant song floated through the early spring air, the rhythms beating through my body.

I rose from my bed, practically overcome by the desire to pull off my nightgown and run outside.

When a pounding noise filled the room, for a moment I wasn’t quite sure if it was the beating of my own heart or someone come to visit me.

Knock knock knock.

Barefoot, I crossed to the door. “Who is it?”

“Kratos.” His voice boomed through the oak.

Shit. I needed to avoid him today. “I’m not feeling very well, Kratos. I’m going to stay in here today.”

“I have some important news about your sister.”

I yanked the door open immediately to find Kratos standing in the hall, dressed in his usual shades of maroon and gold. A powerful wave of Eimmal magic washed through me, and I had to fight the urge to run my hands over his chest. I gritted my teeth, biting down hard.

“What’s the news?” I asked, unable to hide my desperation.

“I found her.”

My eyes widened. “You found Hazel?”

“An envoy is bringing a succubus from a dragon lair in Scotland. She should be here by the end of the day.”

Joy bloomed in my chest, so wildly that I nearly threw my arms around his neck. Adonis had been wrong. Kratos had been looking for her.

“Are you serious?” I asked in a whisper.

“From what I hear, she’s quite the handful.”

I frowned. “That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Long black curly hair, six inches taller than you, same porcelain skin. Demanded books for the journey.”

I grinned. Hazel. “That’s her.” Euphoria raced through me, and I had to restrain myself from grabbing Kratos and embracing him. “She’ll really be here tonight?”

“It seems that way.”

Oh hell. If past experience could be relied on, Hazel wasn’t quite as vulnerable to the effects of Eimmal as I was. She was just born with better restraint. But even so—keeping on the succubus mask wouldn’t be easy for her. This was literally the worst day of the year for this transportation to happen.

Still, knowing that she was alive and headed for me filled me with a radiant joy. “Thank you, Kratos. I won’t forget this,” I said evenly, trying to keep my cool. “That does make me feel better.”

Concern glinted in his eyes. “If you’re not feeling well, should I send a healer for you?”

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. I just want to stay alone today. Please tell the servants to leave the food outside my door.” Because my door will be barred with iron.

“Of course.”

A sharp thrill snaked through my body as I closed the door.

Today, I’d be keeping the windows and doors shut—starting now.

I crossed to the wardrobe, where I pulled out a pair of gloves. I’d use them to pick up the iron bar for the door. Yesterday, I’d set the stage for my self-imposed imprisonment. I’d stolen an iron bar from a castle door, and in the cover of terrifying darkness, I’d nailed pieces of wood to the door to form—

I didn’t know the word, and my mind began racing. Latches? Loops? Bar holes! Iron bar hole thingies.

I closed my eyes hard, trying to focus. Holes for sticking things into. The lady part of the door.

Shit. Eimmal had just started, and I was already losing it. I needed to quiet my thoughts.

I had the iron bar brackets. I’ll go with brackets.

I slid the bar into the brackets, trying to tune in only to the sound of iron against wood, to the feel of the metal burning my skin through the leather gloves. Language was a prison of my own making—sensations would be my savior. I winced at the feel of the iron singeing my skin.

With the door barred, I needed to make sure I couldn’t open it again. Get rid of the gloves, Ruby.

I crossed to the window, cranking it open just a fraction. As soon as I did, the Eimmal air slammed into me. My skull whirled with images of bonfires and hawthorn, a moonlit forest hunt, fingernails digging into dirt, heat swirling through bodies and that primal thrusting…

Drop the gloves, Ruby. Drop the damned gloves.

Trembling, I unclenched my fingers, watching the leather gloves flutter to the wintry earth like plucked moth wings.

I raised my eyes to the forest outside, and its song called to me.

I breathed in deeply, trailing my fingertips down the front of my body…

A wide-eyed sentinel drifted past my window, snapping me out of it.

Cold bath. Get in a cold bath.

I slammed the window shut, then rushed to the bathroom, where I turned on the cold water, filling the tub.

I pulled off my clothes, stepping into the frigid water as the bath filled, shivers rippling over my skin.

The icy water helped me think clearly again, strategically. Hazel was coming back tonight. Once she was here, once I could safely protect her in my room, maybe we could figure out together exactly what I was supposed to do with that silver branch.

There had to be some way to harness its power. Maybe using a Nyxobian blade was an anathema to the Old Gods. Nyxobas, after all, was an invasive god.

I settled deeper into my unpleasant, icy bath. This was good. This was working out well for me so far. As long as I kept myself locked in here behind the iron bar, with the windows locked and no fresh air in the room, maybe I could keep my sanity.

A banging noise from the bedroom had me jumping out of my skin. Someone was pounding on my door.

Johnny, maybe? It sounded like the pounding of a madman.

I rose from the bath, icy water dripping from my body, and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. “Hang on a minute!” I shouted.

“Let me in!” It was Elan’s voice.

Wasn’t he supposed to be tied up today?

I crossed the cold floor, clenching my jaw. “Not today, Elan. I’m not feeling well.” And I don’t want to turn feral like you.

A heavier banging shook the door, until the wood began to splinter. “Ruby! Let me in!”

I winced. What if he was actually in trouble? I didn’t have an easy way to get the door open without my gloves, but—

Before I could hatch any sort of a plan, the top of the oak door splintered and shattered, and Elan’s grinning face beamed at me from the other side. He reached over the top half off the door, forcefully sliding the iron bar through the brackets. As he did, the scent of burning flesh filled the air, and he yelped until it clanged to the floor.

What the fuck…

Wearing a tattered and stained cartoon cat sweatshirt, Elan beamed at me again as he pushed through the destroyed door. “Ruby!” He glanced down at his smoking hands. “That really hurt, but something drew me here.”

I knew what it was. Usually on Eimmal, I felt the same wild desperation to be around other fae. I didn’t want Elan to leave, even though this was the worst possible thing that could happen right now.

Well, there go all my best laid plans. I clutched my towel tighter. “I thought you were supposed to be chained up for the day.”

“I broke the chains.” He raised his hands to the ceiling. “Today is the first day of spring! And the gods are more powerful here. They’re all around us, in the forest, the trees.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “The Old Gods.”

Of course. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep control of myself. So this was why this Eimmal felt even more powerful than previous years.

“Elan,” I said evenly. “I’m going into the bathroom to get dressed, and when I come out, I want you to be gone. And I want you to find a way to bar the door again, because I don’t need your crazy fae ass busting in here again.”

He went pale and nodded vigorously. “Of course. I don’t know what drew me here. When I lived as a prisoner in the troll encampment, I always needed to be around other fae. No idea what compelled me to find a succubus. You must be an honorary fae.”

Uncontrolled giddiness bubbled through my blood, and I crossed to the wardrobe. I violently yanked a dress off the hanger while Elan continued to babble about trolls. I took an extra moment to snatch my knife from the wardrobe too. I will hunt with my hands today.

In the bathroom, I strapped the knife to my thigh. Then, I pulled an emerald green gown over my naked body, luxuriating in the feel of the thin, silky fabric on my bare skin. I couldn’t run around naked today, but maybe going commando would be a small concession to the old ways.

As the hem of my dress touched the stone floor, a wave of fresh air wafted into the room. It smelled of rowan trees and honeysuckle, and it smelled of joy.

Oh hell no.

I rushed into the bedroom, where Elan stood next to an open window, his eyes closed. “Don’t you smell them? The Old Gods?”

Primal desire rumbled through my bones. The forest outside was calling to me.

He opened his dark eyes again, and they sparked with light. He pointed a bony finger at me. “You…” he breathed. “I know you’re not a fae. But you’re an honorary fae.”

I lifted a finger to my lips. Shhhhh…

Elan lifted a finger to his own lips. Shhhhh…

I had to feel my bare feet in the soil, in the streams, had to feel the rowan bark against my skin, the flower petals and leaves brushing against my fingertips… had to feel the thrill of the hunt in the forest.

Even a fae doesn’t live forever. It’s a sin to deny oneself.

Elan stepped into the hall, beckoning me to go with him. “Honorary fae,” he whispered.

Barefoot, we ran down the stone steps until Elan slammed into the barred door. Once again, he singed his skin pulling away the iron bar, but today, I knew he didn’t feel any pain.

Today, we were blood and moss, earth and claws, creatures who’d gnaw on bones in a marshland.

And with the song of the forest thrumming through our bodies, we rushed out into the open air.