Rebel Spring by Morgan Rhodes Page A

of Blood’s trained dogs.
    “He finds you an amusement, you know.” She couldn’t stop herself from speaking her thoughts. “Pray to the goddess that you make yourself invaluable to him before this amusement wears thin.”
    “I could say the same for you, princess,” Aron said evenly.
    “What are you going to do with the paintings,
Lord
Aron?” Mira asked with the barest edge of sarcasm detectable in her tone. “Hang them in your chambers?”
    There was once a time when Mira had had warm feelings for the handsome lord, but no more. She too saw him for what he truly was. An opportunist who would sell his own mother’s soul to a demon from the darklands if it meant he might gain the king’s favor.
    “They’ll be burned,” he said simply, and Cleo’s heart wrenched. He gave her a smirk. “On the king’s orders.”
    Somehow, the horrible thought that her family’s portraits would be destroyed brought a coolness to her, a calm that held power. Her hatred now burned with ice, not fire.
    “I’ll remember this, Aron.”
    “
Lord
Aron.” As the guards finally yanked Emilia’s portrait down from the wall, Aron nodded at them. “Good. Take them outside and leave them by the stables for now. They may as well become coated with filth, just like that idiot friend of yours now is.”
    “Idiot friend?” Cleo asked quietly. Cautiously.
    “That he yet breathes is a constant surprise to me. But knee deep in horse dung is a fair punishment for—”
    But she was already walking away down the long hall, pulling Mira with her.
    “Cleo?” Mira asked, uncertain. “Where are we going?”
    “I think I know where Nic is.”
    Mira’s eyes widened. “Then we must move quickly!”
    Ignoring both the shadowy guards and Aron, who now followed them, Cleo and Mira moved swiftly through the castle. She may be little more than a glorified prisoner within these walls, but this was Cleo’s home and she knew the labyrinthine hallways better than anyone. As a child, she and Emilia had played hide and seek with their nursemaids—although the nursemaids had never found much amusement in the impromptu games.
    They emerged outside into the courtyard, a walled, open-air space in the center of the palace filled with herb gardens, apple and peach trees, and lilac bushes in full bloom that scented the warm evening air with their perfume. The moon was full and bright, lighting their way along the winding cobblestone path.
    No one tried to stop Cleo as she pushed open the gate leading out of the courtyard, went down a long hallway, and exited the east side of the castle toward the stables, Mira following close behind. Beyond the stables was the rest of the walled city, home to many thousand Auranian citizens. Here she was as close to freedom as she’d been since King Gaius had destroyed her world and taken her father’s throne. She had no doubt that if she attempted to breach the outer palace walls she would be stopped and dragged back inside.
    But escape was not her goal tonight.
    As they neared the stables, the stench of manure hung heavy in the air. And there she saw him.
    “Cleo . . .” Mira whispered, then louder: “Cleo! You’re right—he’s here!”
    Heart in throat, Cleo hurried her pace as the girls rushed toward Nic. A few other stablehands looked on with interest. Nic watched their approach with wide eyes, then dropped the two buckets he carried. They sloshed against the ground. However, before Cleo or Mira could get any closer, the guards closed in and grabbed each of the girls’ arms to stop them.
    “Unhand me!” Cleo struggled against her captor. “Nic . . . Nic! Are you all right?”
    Nic nodded with one firm shake of his head. “I’m fine. You don’t know how glad I am to see you two.”
    “Let me go!” Mira snarled, fighting against the guard who held her in place.
    Aron had followed them leisurely and now he approached, his arms crossed over his chest, a lit cigarillo protruding from the fingers of