A Throne from the Ashes: An Heir Comes to Rise Book 3 by C.C. Peñaranda

Author:C.C. Peñaranda [Peñaranda, C.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lumarias Press
Published: 2022-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

Zaiana stormed the halls to her rooms, aware of but too enraged to pay notice to Maverick who followed her. Arriving at her door, she barged through it, halting in the doorway. At the sight of Amaya sitting up in her bed grasping a steaming cup, every other emotion that boiled in her blood cooled with a wave of relief. The darkling wore a smile as she chatted to a female fae sitting on the edge of the bed, and her smile widened when her eyes met Zaiana’s.

She was too dumbstruck to return it, seeing the healthy glow had returned to her skin although she’d left her only a couple of hours ago looking close to death’s claim. Then Zaiana took in the presence of Tynan, who stood with arms crossed and a hard look of threat, pinning the Blackfair from across the room. Maverick’s rogue equally stared off in challenge, neither acknowledging the delegates who entered.

Zaiana didn’t care that Maverick was at her back; didn’t even care for every other invading presence in her safe and private space as she walked right up to the bed and stopped at the foot.

The fae met Zaiana’s cold look with a warm reception. Despite where she was, despite the dangerous, foreign, winged species that surrounded her, she wasn’t afraid. At least, if she was, she kept it masterfully suppressed.

“How?” Zaiana demanded. She’d been hopeful a healer could give the darkling the boost she needed to heal herself, but Amaya looked as though she had never been wounded.

The fae stood, casting one last smile to Amaya. “She’s strong, this one. As soon as she felt my magick, it was as if she was determined to work with it. It will take a couple more days to fully burn out the remains of the Niltain poison, but she’ll make a full recovery.”

Zaiana stared at the fae, so soft-spoken with an accent that was faintly familiar. Kindhearted when she had no reason to be. It didn’t make sense. She couldn’t decide if her lack of fear was foolish, for being so trusting that she couldn’t see her life was all but sacrificed in being here, or if she admired her selflessness in aiding without resistance despite her grim fate. The fae was strikingly beautiful. Loose white tresses curled around her face, overspilling from her long braid. The paleness of her hair was in marvelous contrast to her glowing bronzed skin. Her eyes were a wondrous bright hazel.

“I should like to stay a couple of days if that’s all right. To be sure there’s no setback with the poison.”

Zaiana stiffened, feeling a wave of something that churned her gut, akin to regret. No—deeper. Remorse? For the kindness she didn’t know how to receive and didn’t deserve when she would be forced to end the fae’s life for her exposure to their existence. She shouldn’t have accepted, but Zaiana’s head nodded of its own accord. Because Amaya did deserve her kindness.

“Thank you,” she said to the fae. The words were so unused they felt foreign on her tongue.

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