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him, this man whose confidence was perpetually blinding, no matter what he was saying or doing.
    The king had lofty goals to match his incessant greed and ruthlessness. He sought the Kindred, the four crystals that held the essence of
elementia
—elemental magic. They were lost a millennium ago, but any mortal who possessed them would become a god.
    Magnus had seen magic side by side with death in the shadows of the Forbidden Mountains, and he knew with deep certainty the Kindred were real.
    And they would be
his
, not his father’s.
    â€œAnyone who would dare try that would surely regret it, no matter who they are,” Magnus said.
    The king nodded, and the shadow of uncertainty faded. “The battle at the camp—I’ve been told you handled yourself well. Sometimes I forget how young you are.”
    Magnus bristled. “I’m eighteen.”
    â€œEighteen is still very young. But you’ve grown so much this last year. I can’t tell you how proud I am of all that you do, of all that you’ve had to endure and rise above. You are everything I ever dreamed you would be, my son.”
    There was a time when hearing such words from his father would have been like receiving a sip of water just before dying of thirst.
    Now, after everything he’d learned, he knew this was only a manipulation uttered by the man Magnus hated more than anyone else in the world.
    â€œThank you, Father,” he said tightly.
    â€œI was disappointed to hear of my kingsliege’s fate.” Before Magnus could comment, the king continued. “But he was unskilled in battle. It’s no surprise he fell so easily to a rebel’s blade.”
    The image of Aron Lagaris’s pale face and glossy, dead eyes flitted through Magnus’s mind.
    â€œHe will be missed,” he said evenly.
    â€œIndeed.”
    The king stood up and descended the stairs to stand face-to-face with Magnus. Magnus fought back the urge to reach for his blade. He had to be calm.
    â€œMelenia hasn’t contacted me in weeks.” The king’s voice held frustration as he spoke of the mysterious immortal who allegedly advised him in his dreams. “I don’t know what she’s waiting for, and I need to know how to use Lucia’s magic to light our path. After all this time, your sister can still barely control her
elementia
and I can find no one trustworthy enough to tutor her.”
    â€œLucia’s prophecy remains true. She is the one who will lead you to the Kindred, not Melenia. Lucia is the key to all of this and I will always have faith in her—more than anyone else.”
    His words stuck in his throat all the more because they were the truth.
    He still believed in Lucia, even if she no longer believed in him.
    The king clasped Magnus’s shoulders. “Of course, you’re right. Lucia will lead the way. It is my destiny to possess the Kindred’s magic for myself.”
    No, Father
, Magnus thought. My
destiny.
    â€œI’ll keep an eye on the Kraeshians,” he said. “If they show any sign of wanting what’s ours, we can deal with them together.”
    The king nodded and pressed his hand against Magnus’s scarred cheek, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Yes. Together.”
    Magnus left the throne room. He walked swiftly down the hall until he reached a place where he could pause, unseen by his father, and will himself to stop shaking with anger. With frustration. The need to avenge his mother’s murder and bring his father to justice crawled over his skin like ants.
    The wine he’d had was no help at all; it had only blurred his vision and his mind.
    He needed air. Badly.
    He continued down the hallway until he found an exit to a large balcony overlooking the palace gardens. Illuminated only by moonlight, even he had to admit they were excruciatingly beautiful. The sweet scent of roses wafted up to where he stood on the balcony, about