The Third Sun (Daughter of the Phoenix Book One) by Victoria J. Price

Author:Victoria J. Price [Price, Victoria J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-22T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Noor

High above Ohinyan, somewhere in the skies not far from Ikothea, travelled the Makya airship. Suspended above the loading bay, in one of the tiny wooden seed pods, lay the Lady Noor, listening to the sounds of Makya and Aurelli below her.

Several nights had passed since her escape from the cell, and she was almost fully recovered, physically and mentally. The pod was small and cramped, but lying there had given her time to heal her wounds and understand what the Makya were doing. Only the padded footsteps and the clicking and scuffing of objects dragging across the loading bay floor indicated the Aurelli’s presence.

Her thoughts wandered to Silla, of his stormy blues eyes, speckled with amber, staring back at hers. Eyes she would never gaze into again. That the witches might take her back was of little importance, but if it meant that she could clear her name and clear Silla’s name…It was a glimmer of light in the coming darkness. One she held tightly to her chest as she listened to the Makya below her.

A voice she recognised only too well entered the loading bay, arguing with another. Perhaps an opportunity had arisen, finally.

“I expect you to be by my side for the duration of your shift. Is that so much to ask?” Lorn demanded.

“No, great Fire Mother, of course not,” a guard replied.

Lorn ignited. “Don’t placate me,” she cried. The heat of her outburst flickered at the sides of Noor’s pod. “My brothers will be back soon. Get out of my sight and send a replacement.”

Noor couldn’t miss the opportunity to follow Lorn, so she slid quietly out of the pod into the loading bay, projecting the illusion of herself as a Makya guard, just as the one Lorn had been talking to made her way behind the pods and out of sight.

“What?” Lorn spat, as Noor caught up with her in the corridor.

Noor opened her mouth to speak.

“Never mind. As you were,” Lorn said, seething, as she led them through the ship.

Noor followed and let out a breath. She’d gotten away with it, for now. The familiar smells of the ship carried through the corridors as they walked; oil, ash, hints of the forest, and the sweat and stench of soldiers. Noor was sick of it and longed to be on a glider, breathing in the fresh Ohinyan air.

Lorn returned to the great chamber. The enormous flags bearing the Makya emblem seemed much newer than the ones Noor had seen previously. Aside from a few charred marks here and there, the room showed few traces of Lorn’s outburst from a few days before.

Lorn stared once more into the flames of the metal urn. They flickered and twisted, turning into the writhing bodies of Fia and Alexander in a passionate embrace, just as they had days before. Lorn raised her arms, and Noor prepared to run or to dive behind the safety of the urn.

“Sister dear,” Jerum called from the doorway.

Noor willed her heartbeat to calm.

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