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  She, too, slowly drifted to sleep, only to hear someone rousing her.

  “Wake up, Soleil! Wake up!”

  It was Aurora, calling out from below her window. Her red hair was wet a straggling, and her blue dress created a puddle of water around her bare feet.

  Wide-awake now, she threw the window open and said urgently, “Come back inside—-”

  Aurora shook her head and interrupted her, saying, “No, you have to be the one to come out. I need to show you something, and we don’t have much time.” There was a crazed look in her sister’s eyes as she gestured for Soleil to come down. “Come on, hurry!”

  Sliding her feet into her slippers, she hurried down the stairs and opened the front door. “Won’t you dry yourself first—-”

  Despite the shivers racking her body, Aurora still shook her head. “Let’s go,” she insisted between chattering teeth.

  “But Aurora—-” Her senses prickled as she stared at her sister. Something was wrong with Aurora, Soleil thought. But what?

  Aurora’s brown eyes blazed. “Are you going to leave me here to freeze to death?”

  And finally, Soleil realized what was bothering her—-

  Aurora’s still dripping gown...was made of blue silk.

  She swallowed. “Aurora?”

  “What?” Aurora stomped her foot in annoyance. “Are you coming or what?”

  Staring at her sister, Soleil heard herself ask, “Why is your gown wet?”

  Aurora laughed, answering lightly, “Would you believe me if I told you it was because I fell into the ocean?”

  “I see.” Soleil forced herself to laugh even as words of the soul seer’s vision flashed in her mind.

  Blue.

  The shade of her death.

  Blue—-

  Like the sound of the ocean with its crashing waves, like silk tainted with evil and tarnished dreams—-

  Soleil said quietly, “You’re not Aurora.”

  Even if this woman looked and sounded like Aurora, this person was not her sister.

  In front of Soleil, the person masquerading as Aurora became deadly still.

  “You found me out sooner than I thought you would.”

  Before Soleil could answer, icy fingers gripped her wrist.

  “I taught you very well, indeed.”

  Soleil jerked. That voice—-

  The woman looked down.

  When she looked up again, she no longer looked like Aurora.

  This time, the woman looked like Crystal but not as Soleil had ever seen her.

  Her hair had turned completely white, and her skin was oddly pale. Her lips were a ghastly shade of blue, her eyes red-rimmed. She looked...like how Soleil imagined a wraith would be.

  A knife appeared in the air, and Soleil caught sight of her face on its shiny surface—-

  Blue, like her dying, haunted eyes—-

  The knife went down.

  Soleil screamed, but instead of the knife finding its way to her heart it went completely past her.

  It was as if Crystal was trying to cut something behind her.

  She turned around and gasped when she saw that she was still on the bed, and a thread that seemed to sparkle with every color connected her two bodies.

  Instinctively, she tried stopping Crystal from cutting the thread, but it was too late.

  The thread snapped.

  An invisible force swept into the house out of nowhere, sucking Soleil out of it.

  The rest of the soul seer’s words echoed in her mind.

  Don’t fall.

  Don’t fall.

  Don’t fall.

  But she was already falling.

  Chapter Eleven

  An endless canvas of silvery white blankness spread out behind them, while in front of Soleil and Crystal was her bedroom. In it, she was still lying on the bed, pale and unmoving like a corpse.

  Her family and the marquis stared down at her, grim-faced.

  “Is it the curse?” the baron asked tautly.

  Ilie shook his head. “No. This has a different taint to it.” He picked up her wrist, but the faint pulse offered only the smallest assurance. “She’s alive, but barely.” His jaw hardened. “Whoever did it is still here. Somehow, he or she is watching us. I can smell its scent.”

  “How clever of him.” Crystal’s blue lips formed a smile that was almost eerily beautiful.

  Almost, Soleil thought. Forcing her fears down, she managed to ask, “Why are you doing this, Crystal?”

  The older woman sighed. “I am unutterably shamed, my dear. So very shamed, to hear you talk and know that I was like you once, concerned about the whys and the hows when we should always focus on the whats and the whos.”

  She shook her skirts dry, continuing in an admonishing tone, “Your first question should have been, Where am I? What do you intend to do with me?” Her disapproving gaze settled on Soleil. “Protect yourself first, you foolish child.”

  She gestured to their surroundings. “But since you won’t ask, I shall volunteer the information. This, my dear, is the world the nymphs and satyrs used to inhabit.”

  “The woods?”

  “No, no, that is merely a gateway, but one that has been closed and will remain so until the four horsemen unlocks it. Until then, this world, with all its beauty and magic, will continue to languish, inhabited only by those able to cross over.” When she saw Soleil’s eyes widen in understanding, Crystal’s smile widened into a grin. “Yes. You guessed right. I am dead.”

  Soleil had been expecting that, but even so she couldn’t stop herself from sucking her breath at the confirmation. “I’m sorry.”

  Crystal’s lips pursed. “There you go again, foolishly thinking about me when you should worry over yourself more.”

  Ah. Soleil inhaled deeply, telling herself that she should remain calm in case the worst was true. “Then...am I dead?”

  “It will depend on a few things, but alas, we are getting ahead of ourselves.”

  A golden wingback chair appeared out of nowhere, and Soleil found herself falling on it. A moment later, she found her hands tied to the armrests and her feet bound together.

  Her eyes widened with fear, but Crystal murmured soothingly, “It’s alright, child. I only want you comfortable while I entertain you with a tale.” She waved a hand, and the scene of Soleil’s bedroom crumbled and faded, replaced by another scene. It materialized ever so slowly, like a puzzle coming into life.

  The Woods of the Wraiths, Soleil realized.

  “Once upon a time, there was a woman named Crystal, who only knew grief and anger.” As Crystal spoke, the scene played out like her words were a narration for a movie.

  “In time, she might have taken her life because it had been so agonizingly empty. But fate intervened. She met a cursed child, and Crystal found something to live for.”

  A fifteen-year-old Soleil appeared on the scene.

  “She dedicated her life to teaching this child to be strong and finding a cure to her curse. Crystal wanted this girl to live, the way her son hadn’t a chance to. Years passed, and still death appeared to have the winning hand. And so she gambled on something unheard of. She went to the Woods of the Wraiths and tried to make a bargain.”

  The scene changed, an older Crystal appearing as she knelt on the ground.

  “She believed that the Wraiths would know something, having witnessed how the girl was abandoned by her demon sire. And it turns out she was right. The Wraiths had indeed seen how the curse was made and knew as well how to break it. The knowledge was hers...in exchange for her heart.”

  Soleil’s lips parted in silent horror when she saw a wraith creep out of a trunk, crawling up Crystal’s body before sinking her sharp, grimy clawed fingers into her chest. The wraith drew out Crystal’s heart without leaving the smallest wound. As Crystal’s chest closed, the wraith took the heart into her mouth and began to chew.

  “And so Crystal was able to save her beloved student, but in return she realized s
he also had to suffer losing her son all over her again.”

  The scene crumbled into nothing, and now all Soleil could see was just an endless sheet of silvery white blankness.

  Crystal had also disappeared.

  “C-Crystal?”

  “Boo.”

  The coldly smiling voice was like an invisible slap to her ears, and Soleil jerked in her chair.

  Crystal reappeared in front of her.

  “Sorry. I just wanted to give you a shock.” She sighed. “How you are feeling now is how I felt when I realized that I no longer felt a thing when I think of my son.” Crystal touched her heart. “With this gone, I simply do not feel a thing. I try and try, thinking about our sweetest memories such as when my son brought me flowers to make me smile but the memories mean nothing—-”

  Crystal disappeared and reappeared, and this time her face was mere inches away from Soleil’s.

  It was like staring into the eyes of Death.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” Crystal hissed, and her red eyes turned even redder.

  Soleil gulped. “I w-won’t.”

  “I want you to look at me as I tell you how much I lost with that sacrifice. It was like I had killed my son for the second time, and yet I could have lived with it because I knew I had done the right thing.”

  The blue lips pursed.

  “But you threw it back at my face by falling in love with the demon you were supposed to kill. You fell in love with my son’s killer—-”

  She said shakily, “But Ilie wasn’t the one who—-”

  “They’re all the same,” Crystal said calmly. “That’s what you’ve never understood. Demons are all the same. They lie. They kill. They thrive on pain, and soon you’ll see this for yourself.” Crystal drew back.

  “But for now, we shall continue with our tale.”

  She snapped her fingers, and once more the Woods of the Wraiths reappeared.

  “I went back, and this time I asked them if they wanted another trade. I vowed eternal servitude to their cause...in exchange of revenge.”

  In the scene playing out, Soleil saw the wraith-like trees start to bow.

  “They said yes, of course. But first, they told me I must die.”

  The trees reached out to Crystal with their claws and started shoving her back, further and further from the woods until she fell into the ocean.

  Soleil screamed as she saw Crystal’s head hit the jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

  Next to this scene, another scene started to materialize. It was her bedroom again, and she saw her double – or whatever it should be called – arching off the bed, her mouth parting in a soundless scream.

  The marquis began shaking her. “Listen to my voice, ma lisse, and snap out of it.”

  “Foolish demon. Did he really think it would be that easy?” Crystal was suddenly standing behind Soleil’s chair. “Ignore him for now, my dear.” She pointed to the other scene. “And so I died by drowning. When I woke up, I was here in their world, and I knew what I could do.” Crystal started stroking Soleil’s hair, murmuring, “The tea I made you drink allowed me to play with your mind. I know your household is warded with spells, and so I used an illusion to lure your soul out of the house. I was terribly impressed you saw through my illusion, but by then it was too late for you. You already had placed one step out of the house, and it was all I needed. I just need to cut the thread afterwards—-”

  Crystal’s fingers moved like scissors snapping a thread.

  “Just like that, and...” She gripped Soleil’s hair and used it to yank Soleil’s head back.

  In Soleil’s bedroom, her body experienced the same thing, and her sisters cried out.

  “And now, it’s time for my revenge,” Crystal whispered. “The wraiths told me a secret, and it’s made me realize that death is too good for you.”

  A knife appeared in front of Soleil, hanging in the air.

  Crystal sang out, “Can you hear me, milord?”

  Ilie stiffened at the sound of the disembodied voice that came out of nowhere. He didn’t hesitate, snarling in a low voice, “Tell me what you fucking want, and I’ll do it.” His heartkeeper’s soulless scent had told him what he needed to know, and that was that he was at this person’s mercy, whoever she was.

  “Do you see, Soleil?” Crystal’s tone was admiring. “That is how you do it. You go straight to the point and don’t bother about the whys or hows. As expected, from a selfish demon.”

  Soleil started to shake her head but stopped when the knife pressed closer to her throat.

  “You’re crazy,” she gritted out.

  “No.” Crystal’s tone turned kind. “I am not. I simply do not feel, but I have never been more sane.”

  The knife began to slit Soleil’s throat.

  The marquis’ face whitened when he saw a line of blood appear on Soleil’s neck.

  “If you speak,” Crystal cautioned, “you will only quicken your death. You may be his heartkeeper, but the process hasn’t been completed yet. You can still die. It will only take longer than usual.”

  Tears ran down on both faces of Soleil.

  Crystal called out to the marquis, “Now, milord, I actually do not have to do this if I trusted you to tell the truth. But I don’t. And so it has to be this way.”

  Ilie had his hand pressed against Soleil’s throat in a futile attempt to keep it from bleeding. “What do you want?” he asked savagely. “Whatever it is, it’s yours.”

  “Just answers,” Crystal answered sweetly. “And you must tell the truth. I shall know if you do not speak of the truth, and when that happens—-”

  The knife moved another inch, and the line of blood grew longer.

  Ilie’s fist clenched. “Yes,” he bit out. “I will speak nothing but the truth.”

  “Then...have you ever lied to Soleil?”

  What the hell? Ilie knew it was a trap, but he also knew he had no other recourse except to play along. He snapped, “Yes.”

  “Was it about heartkeeping?”

  His face hardened. “Yes.”

  What could Ilie have lied to her about? Soleil tried to make sense of Ilie’s answers even as her vision started to waver. She did her best to keep still, to not breathe too much or do anything that would cause the knife to cut deeper.

  Crystal’s gaze locked with hers.

  Listen closely, those crazy eyes whispered playfully. And then out loud, she asked the marquis, “What is the lie about, milord?”

  Ilie’s lips compressed.

  “Don’t dare me—-”

  He said tightly, “That I have met another heartkeeper before her.”

  Soleil jerked in her seat.

  The knife slid sharply to the right.

  Pain exploded inside of her.

  The marquis roared, “No!”

  “Oh, dear. That wasn’t even me.” But Crystal’s eyes were alight with joy as she watched Soleil’s blood gush out. “I apologize for the pain, but we are not yet finished.”

  “Then what else do you want?” Ilie demanded. “Tell me, just stop hurting her—-”

  Raising her voice, Crystal asked, “Was it not Georgina – the woman also promised to the demon duke – who is your heartkeeper?”

  “Yes, damn you!” As he spoke, he watched tears start to streak down Soleil’s sleeping face. His chest constricted. “Soleil—-”

  But his heartkeeper’s attacker was already asking him another question.

  “Did you not continue to love that woman even when you had already met your second heartkeeper?”

  “Yes!” More tears fell, and Ilie felt like each tear burned him alive. “I’m sorry, Soleil, but yes. It’s true.” He gazed down at his heartkeeper’s lifeless body. “So fucking let her go if that’s all you want to hear—-”

  Crystal whispered to Soleil’s ear, “And there you have it. Live with that knowledge, and enjoy your happy ever after with your demon.”

  Soleil closed her eyes.

  When she o
pened them, she was back in her bedroom, and the marquis was staring at her throat.

  Her lip trembled at the effort it took not to cry out loud. She touched her throat and didn’t feel any pain or laceration. The only thing that hurt right now was her heart.

  “Soleil?”

  The hurt worsened. How could it be that hearing her name on his lips hurt more than a stab in the heart?

  Ilie reached for her, but she jerked away from his touch.

  When he stiffened in shock, she had an even greater urge to cry. “I’m s-sorry,” Soleil whispered. “I know I owe you my life. I know I have no right...but just...”

  “No, ma lisse—-”

  And that...that hurt even more.

  She shook her head, whispering, “Just...I just need...” She didn’t know what to say, what to think. He might not have loved her, but he had saved her life. “I’m not angry,” she whispered brokenly. “I don’t blame you. I just need...” But how could she ask him what she wanted when it was because of him she was still breathing?

  In front of her, the marquis swallowed audibly. “Soleil—-”

  She flinched.

  Ilie clumsily slid to his feet.

  She squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

  I understand.

  His voice in her mind.

  His footsteps fading.

  The door closing behind him.

  And finally, Soleil allowed herself to cry.

  Chapter Twelve

  As Soleil came down to join her family for breakfast, Aurora turned towards her with a bouquet of lilies.

  Her heart sank.

  “Yes,” her sister said with a nod. “It is from the marquis again.”

  She forced a smile. “How lovely.” She took the flowers and gave it to one of the maids. “Throw it away please.” Behind her back, the baron and his younger daughters exchanged looks of dismay.

  Fleur waited for her oldest sister to take her seat before saying, “ANEX has also sent a missive. I have taken the liberty of reading it—-”

  “Fleur!”

  “And it says that your request has been approved,” Fleur finished. “What did you request? It did not state so in the missive.”

  “When have you developed this interest in reading other people’s mails, Fleur? I am terribly disappointed.”