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Chapter 20: The Father Who Wore My Face
"I never paid for your hunt, Ronan. Somebody used my seal."Gideon Vale's voice cracked across the stone shrine like a dropped plate, and the candles on the memorial shelf bent in the sudden draft. He stood in the doorway with his face gray as ash, staring at the small bronze token in Ronan's trembling fingers, and his hand reached out to steady himself against the frame.Only a minute earlier, Ronan had been alone.The Vale family shrine sat at the back of the old estate, a quiet room of black wood and incense where the tablets of the dead stood in neat rows. Bram had wheeled him in, then gone to fetch tea, and Ronan had risen from his chair at once and walked across the floor on silent feet. He had knelt before a small white tablet at the end of the lowest shelf, with his mother's name carved on it in pale gold."Mother," he had whispered, and his throat had tightened. "I'm sorry I haven't come sooner."Then he had heard the footsteps in the hall, heavy and uneven, and he had flung
Chapter 19: The Hero Who Was Never There
"I owe you an apology, Ronan Vale. I owe you a statue, a title, and probably my life."City Lord Kael's voice boomed through the great hall of the palace, and a thousand candles trembled in their holders. Ronan sat in his wheelchair at the foot of the golden stairs, with his hair combed and his coat patched and his hands folded meekly in his lap. Above him, the old ruler stood on his dais in heavy white robes, and he looked like a man who had not slept in a week.Ronan had been summoned at dawn, and Bram had cried the whole way there. Every servant they passed had stared at the cripple of Vale as if he were a ghost walking in broad daylight.*Why would he do this?* Ronan wondered, keeping his eyes lowered and wet. *Why now, after all these years?*"Three years ago, this city was saved by a young man who gave up his strength, his health, and his future," Kael continued, and his voice cracked on the last word. "We have been slow to thank him. Today, we begin."Polite applause rippled th
Chapter 18: The Man With No Face
"Everyone is running from the harbor. Why is a man in a mask walking toward it?"The old fisherman clutched his net and stared through the thick fog, and his voice shook with awe. Hundreds of people were stampeding up the wet stones of the dock road, screaming and shoving and dragging children by the arms, while behind them the sirens howled like dying animals. Only one figure moved the other way, tall and calm in a long dark coat, with a pale, blank mask where his face should have been.Ronan did not answer the fisherman. He did not even look at him.It had begun hours earlier, in the dripping dark of an abandoned tannery. Briar had dragged them there after the sewers, and she had stood over Ronan with her arms crossed while Bram boiled water on a tiny stove. Ronan sat on a crate wrapped in a blanket, shivering and pale, and he had already decided what to say."I-I don't know what it meant," he began, in the smallest voice he owned. "Please, Miss Quinn, I swear on my mother's grave.
Chapter 17: THE MONSTER THAT SPOKE
"Kill it, Ronan! Do something! Why aren't you moving?!"Briar's scream echoed through the tunnel as her sword rang off the creature's hide like a hammer striking an anvil. The blade skipped sideways and nearly flew from her hand, and she stumbled backward through the filthy water with her teeth bared. Ronan lay propped against the slimy wall where she had dumped him a moment before, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his heart hammering in his ears."M-Miss Quinn, I can't!" he wailed, because the cripple he was playing would have wailed. "I'm just a cripple! I can't do anything!""You did something in the alley, and you did something at the temple!" She swung again, and again the steel bounced off. "So do it again, damn you, or we all die in this stinking hole!""Oh, merciful heavens, save us!" Bram's voice quivered from somewhere behind a stone pillar, where the old man had curled into a ball with his cap pressed over his face. "Forgive my sins, forgive my sins, I only s
Chapter 16: The Escape That Wasn't Mine
"Hold still, cripple. If I drop you, I'm blaming the wind." Briar hauled Ronan onto her back like a sack of grain, and he let out a squeak that was only half an act. The iron key was still warm in his fist, and the side door of the Cross guest wing was still swinging shut behind them in the gray dawn. He had pushed his chair through it with his heart in his throat, and she had been waiting in the shadows with a coil of rope on her shoulder, as if she had known he would come. "M-Miss Quinn, how did you find me?" he stammered, clinging to her neck. "I thought they took you away from the temple!" "They tried." She tied a strap around his waist with a sharp tug. "Keep your arms around my neck and don't scream, or I'll let go and see how long it takes you to hit the ground." "Young Master!" Bram came wheezing out of the bushes, waving his cap. "Oh, thank the heavens, you're alive! I've been hiding behind this wretched hedge since midnight!" "Bram, be quiet," Briar hissed. "Follow us
Chapter 15: The Vial I Never Made
"I only carried the vial, Ronan. I never made it."Seren would whisper those words before the night was over, but first came the needles. Lucian Cross did not shout, did not threaten, and did not even raise an eyebrow at the cripple lying beside a crashed wheelchair in his cellar. He only helped Ronan up with two fingers, brushed the dust from his sleeve without touching his skin, and smiled his painted smile."Poor boy," he murmured. "Wandering the halls at night, confused and frightened. This is exactly the kind of episode my physicians have warned me about.""I-I'm sorry, sir," Ronan sobbed, clutching his head. "I only wanted the bathroom, and I got lost, and then the chair just rolled by itself. Please don't be angry.""Angry? Not at all. We will simply give you some treatment to calm your nerves."Ronan's stomach dropped, and the fear on his face was real. Lucian was not punishing him, which was far worse, because a man who punishes is satisfied, and a man who tests is still hunt
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