Deadly Dreams (Fortuna Sworn #3) by K.J. Sutton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: K.J. Sutton
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- Language: English
- Genre: Literary Fiction
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Snow drifted from the sky as I watched them discover
Shameek’s grave.
A woman—probably his mother, judging from the streaks
of gray in her hair—fell to her knees in front of it. Her
shoulders shook with soundless sobs. Slowly, she leaned
forward and pressed the top of her head against the gravestone.
Carved into its surface, just a few inches above the woman,
was an epitaph.
For what felt like the thousandth time, I read the handful of
words. His last act was in the name of courage. Though I
hadn’t been there at the time, I could practically hear Collith
saying it, almost as if he were speaking right in my ear. He
was the one who’d ordered the stone made, back when he’d
given the human an honorable burial, despite the Court’s
displeasure. It had been, perhaps, his first brave decree as a
king.
I dearly hoped it hadn’t been his last.
From where we watched, so far away that I couldn’t hear
what the human family was saying, I buried my fingers deep
into the bark. I’d hoped the pain would overpower the guilt,
but no such luck.
“It wasn’t your fault, Queen Fortuna,” my Right Hand
murmured. Plumes of air left her mouth with every word. She
stood beside me. Apparently Lyari had no interest in watching
the scene play out, because she faced the other direction, her
spine pressed against a tree. She’d been tossing a knife into the
air, again and again, and caught it by the tip of that shining
blade.
Was my guilt so obvious? Or had my mental wall begun to
crumble? A swift check showed that it was firmly in place,
however.
“I appreciate that,” was all I said. If Lyari knew the guilt I
still felt, then she knew that I didn’t believe her now. But so
much else had changed since the day Shameek had died. My
relationship with her, for instance. More and more lately, she
treated me with begrudging respect and I actually trusted her.
A faerie.
In that moment, a gentle breeze stirred my hair. A few
strands blew across my mouth, and I pulled them away, still
watching Shameek’s mother. She probably read it first, I
thought. That goddamn letter.
There was so much I couldn’t control these days. But that
letter—ink to paper, letters on a page, words to a dead man’s
mother—I could control. I lost count of how many drafts I’d
written. In the end, it was brief and vague.
It contained the
coordinates for their son’s grave and that he’d died trying to
return to them. Ever-cautious and hyper vigilant, Lyari had
made sure that I handled everything with rubber gloves.
Literally, because the last thing I needed was to be the suspect
in a murder investigation.
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