The savage grip of those terrors lightened. Cleared away like dew in the sun. I freed a long breath, as if blowing those fears from me, letting my body loosen in its wake.
Rhys silently pushed off the banister and kissed me. Once. Twice.
Cassian stalked through the front door a heartbeat later and groaned that it was too early to stomach the sight of us kissing. My mate only snarled at him before he took us both by the hand and winnowed us to the Prison.
Rhys gripped my fingers tighter than usual as the wind ripped around us, Cassian now wisely keeping silent. And as we emerged from that black, tumbling wind, Rhys leaned over to kiss me a third time, sweet and soft, before the gray light and roaring wind greeted us.
Apparently, the Prison was cold and misty no matter the time of year.
Standing at the base of the mossy, rocky mountain under which the Prison was built, Cassian and I frowned up the slope.
Despite the Illyrian leathers, the chill seeped into my bones. I rubbed at my arms, lifting my brows at Rhys, who had remained in his usual attire, so out of place in this damp, windy speck of green in the middle of a gray sea.
The wind ruffled his black hair as he surveyed us, Cassian already sizing up the mountain like some opponent. Twin Illyrian blades were crossed over the general’s muscled back. “When you’re in there,” Rhys said, the words barely audible over the wind and silver streams running down the mountainside, “you won’t be able to reach me.”
“Why?” I rubbed my already-freezing hands together before puffing a hot breath into the cradle of my palms.
“Wards and spells far older than Prythian,” was all Rhys said. He jerked his chin to Cassian. “Don’t let each other out of your sight.”
It was the dead seriousness with which Rhys spoke that kept me from retorting.
Indeed, my mate’s eyes were hard—unflinching. While we were here, he and Azriel were to discuss what he’d found out about Autumn’s leanings in this war. And then adjust their strategy for the meeting with the High Lords. But I could sense it, the urge to request he join us. Watch over us.
“Shout down the bond when you’re out again,” Rhys said with a mildness that didn’t reach his gaze.
Cassian looked back over a shoulder. “Get back to Velaris, you mother hen. We’ll be fine.”
Rhys leveled another uncharacteristically hard stare at him. “Remember who you put in here, Cassian.”
Cassian just tucked in his wings, as if every muscle shifted toward battle. Steady and solid as the mountain we were about to climb.
With a wink at me, Rhys vanished.
Cassian checked the buckles on his swords and motioned me to start the long trek up the hill. My gut tightened at the climb ahead. The shrieking hollowness of this place.
“Who did you put in here?” The mossy earth cushioned my steps.
Cassian put a scar-flecked finger to his lips. “Best left for another time.”
Right. I fell into step beside him, my thighs burning with the steep hike. Mist chilled my face. Conserving his strength—Cassian wasn’t wasting a drop of energy on shielding us from the elements.
“You really think unleashing the Carver will do the trick against Hybern?”
“You’re the general,” I panted, “you tell me.”
He considered, the wind tossing his dark hair over his tan face. “Even if you promise to find a way to send him back to his own world with the Book, or give him whatever unholy thing he wants,” Cassian mused, “I think you’d better find a way to control him in this world, or else we’ll be fighting enemies on all fronts. And I know which one will hand our asses to us.”
“The Carver’s that bad.”
“You’re asking this right before we’re to meet with him?”
I hissed, “I assumed Rhys would have put his foot down if it was that risky.”
“Rhys has been known to hatch plans that make my heart stop dead,” Cassian grumbled. “So, I wouldn’t count on him to be the voice of reason.”
I scowled at Cassian, earning a wolfish grin in return.
But Cassian scanned the heavy gray sky, as if hunting for spying eyes. Then the moss and grass and rocks beneath our boots for listening ears below. “There was life here,” he said, answering my question at last, “before the High Lords took Prythian. Old gods, we call them. They ruled the forests and the rivers and the mountains—some were those things. Then the magic shifted to the High Fae, who brought the Cauldron and Mother along with them, and though the old gods were still worshipped by a select few, most people forgot them.”
I grappled onto a large gray rock as I climbed over it. “The Bone Carver was an old god?”
He dragged a hand through his hair, the Siphon gleaming in the watery light. “That’s what legend says. Along with whispers of being able to fell hundreds of soldiers with one breath.”
A chill rippled down my skin that had nothing to do with the brisk wind. “Useful on a battlefield.”
Cassian’s golden-brown skin paled while his eyes churned with the thought. “Not without the proper precautions. Not without him being bound to obey us within an inch of his life.” Which I’d have to figure out as well, I supposed.
“How did he wind up here—in the Prison?”
“I don’t know. No one does.” Cassian helped me over a boulder, his hand gripping mine tightly. “But how do you plan on freeing him from the Prison?”
I winced. “I suppose our friend would know, since she got out.” Careful—we had to be careful when mentioning Amren’s name here.
Cassian’s face grew solemn. “She doesn’t talk about how she did it, Feyre. I’d be careful how you push her.” Since we still had not told Amren where we were today. What we were doing.
I thought about saying more, but ahead, far up the slope, the massive bone gates opened.
I’d forgotten it—the weight of the air inside the Prison. Like wading through the unstirred air of a tomb. Like stealing a breath from the open mouth of a skull.
We both bore an Illyrian blade in one hand, the faelight bobbing ahead to show the way, occasionally dancing and sliding along the shining metal. Our other hands … Cassian clenched my fingers as tightly as I clutched his while we descended into the eternal blackness of the Prison, our steps crunching on the dry ground. There were no doors—none that we could see.