Richelle Mead - THORN QUEEN

I gave him a sad half-smile. “Yeah, he’s great.” And I meant it…but something was bothering me about Kiyo, something that kept nudging me in the back of my head. I continued to ignore it.

“So what happens now?” Roland asked. “What are you going to do?”

I stared in surprise. “Well…what else would I do? The same thing I’ve been doing.”

“What, running back and forth between the worlds, trying to act like you have some semblance of a normal life?”

The tone of his voice hurt me. “What do you expect me to do? And it’s not like our lives have ever been normal.”

He shook his head. “This is different. You can’t do this. You can’t literally live in two worlds.”

I munched on my cereal for a moment to give me a chance to think. “I don’t really see that I have a choice. That land is bound to me. If I neglect it, it dies.”

Roland said nothing.

“Oh, come on! You think I should do that? Abandon it and let all those people suffer? You’re as bad as Art.” The mystery of what had happened to Art’s body and to Abigail was…well, a mystery. No one had told me exactly, save that it had “been taken care of.”

Roland’s eyes flashed with anger. “No, I’m nothing like him. Don’t ever make that mistake. But the gentry aren’t our people. They aren’t your people.”

“They are now,” I said, surprising myself.

He stood up, his entire posture weary and defeated. “I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t know what to think of you. I don’t even feel like I know you.”

In all these years together, he’d never raised a hand to me. But in that moment, it was like he’d slapped me. “What does that mean?” I asked. I meant to sound defiant. Instead, my words came out very small and very scared, much like a pleading child’s. I remembered how grateful I’d been to see him at Art’s. My father. My protector. “Do you not…do you not love me anymore?”

He’d started to walk away but paused to look back. His blue eyes took me in for several moments. “Of course. I will always love you. You’re my daughter. But…I’m not sure if things can ever be the same.”

Roland walked out of the kitchen, and that’s when I realized it was time for me to leave.

Tim nearly knocked me over when I got back to my own house. My mom had called him to tell him I was okay when I’d first come to her place, but between my recovery week and the week at Art’s with no contact, Tim had done a fair amount of freaking out.

“What happened? Are you okay? I dealt with Lara while you were gone. You would have been proud.” I smiled, more pleased that he’d called her by her first name instead of “bitch secretary.” “Do you want me to make you something?”

“You sound like my mom,” I teased. “Always wanting to feed me.”

He shrugged. “You’re too skinny. And I don’t say that lightly, considering the kinds of girls I go after.”

He was right both about me and his choice in women. They’d fed me at Art’s, but I’d hardly eaten any of it. I’d lost a lot of weight, and while part of me wanted to bulk back up by tapping the bag of Milky Way candy bars in my pantry, I knew I should probably be delving into some serious nutrition for a change. So, I dispatched Tim to cook up some steak stir-fry, a request he was more than eager to accomodate.

I spent the rest of the day restless and bored, unsure of what to do with myself. I did some laundry, despite Tim’s protests that he could do it, and scarfed down lots of his stir-fry. The animals were all there, which led me to believe Kiyo was still staying there too. After I’d refused to see him at my parents’, I half-expected him to have moved out.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to do now. I didn’t plan on going to the Otherworld anytime soon, and there was no way-as I told Lara later on the phone-that I could take any new jobs for a while. This made both Tim and her nervous about my accounting, but I knew my savings account was at least temporarily secure.

My magic I left completely alone. I wasn’t going near that, even though there were times the air and the water vapor around me would call to me like a siren’s song, and I’d burn to touch them. The one bit of magic I did use was shamanic: I tried to summon Volusian. He didn’t come. I wasn’t sure what to think of that.

I was almost grateful for nightfall so that I could go to bed and stop trying to figure out things to pass the time. I wondered if this apathy was just a natural consequence of the trauma I’d been through, some kind of numbed state. TV, my puzzles, even Tim’s cheery chatter…none of it could hold my attention. I wasn’t bored, exactly. I just wasn’t very engaged with the world.

That night, just as I used to do, I dreamed of the Thorn Land. The dream was so vivid and real. It was like I’d stepped outside my own home to go walking in the foothills, like my soul was traveling on without my body. The air was sharp and clean, filled with the fragrance of desert flowers. The sun was warm and merciless-yet comforting in its familiarity. And the colors…the colors made my dream self want to weep. Peaches and greens and all the colors of the cacti flowers looking up at the clear blue, blue of the sky. For the first time since my capture and rape, I felt at peace. I felt whole and healed in the dream.

I woke up with a longing in my chest, like there was a piece of me missing. The sharpness of it startled me-and scared me a little. Tossing on a robe, I made my way out to the kitchen, hoping coffee and breakfast would shake off that all-consuming desire to run to the Otherworld.

“Kiyo,” I exclaimed. He sat at the table with coffee, both dogs at his feet. I had a weird déjà vu from coffee with Roland yesterday and suspected there was “a talk” in store for me.

“Eugenie,” he said, looking up from the paper. His eyes were warm and chocolate-brown, filled with so much love. He rose from his chair and approached me, arms open. I started to go into his embrace but something made me shrink back, some protective instinct of my body’s to keep itself safe. I knew he wasn’t Leith. I knew Kiyo loved me…but there was just something within me that was afraid to touch anyone else. My mother was the only one I’d allowed to hug me so far.

Sadness and hurt flashed through Kiyo’s eyes at my rejection, but he seemed to understand. Awkwardly, he simply gave me a soft touch on the arm, which I allowed with only a slight flinch. We both sat down-after I’d fetched coffee-and he drank me in with those intense eyes, like he hadn’t seen me in years. Of course, these last two weeks or so had certainly felt like years to me, so perhaps that wasn’t such a bad comparison.

“How are you?” he asked. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been so worried.”

“I’m okay. I was in good hands.”

“How’s your shoulder?”

I gave it a slight shrug. “Stiff. But mending. I could probably go over to the Otherworld and get someone to patch it right up.”

His face instantly darkened. “I think you need to stay away from there for a while.”

“Jesus Christ. Not you too. I’m that land’s ruler. I have to go back.” A flash of the dream came back to me. It was more than some subconscious musing, I knew. The Thorn Land and I were tied. We couldn’t stay apart. I had known that being away from it would cause it to die, and now I was realizing that I might die without it as well.

“There has to be a way. I was talking to Maiwenn, and she’s going to look into it. Surely, somewhere in the pages of their history, someone gave up their kingdom without dying.”

“Is that a good idea?” I asked. “Me giving it up?”

“Of course,” he said, shocked. “You’ve never wanted it. You’ve said so a hundred times. It’d be better for everyone. The next person bound to the land probably wouldn’t transform it into a desert. You’d be free, able to go on with your life here, free of the magic….”