She expelled a long breath, staring at the last warning. She had three chances to answer the riddle correctly, or somehow Envy would die.
She covered her face, fighting the urge to scream. Pressure built behind her eyes, in her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs as she tried to puzzle out the riddle without thinking about the clock ticking. Without worrying about a wrong guess.
She swore roundly. Nothing made sense for all of them.
Perhaps if it hadn’t felt as if a dagger were being held to her throat, she’d have been calm enough to
“Breath, souls, heart…” Could plants have hearts? Camilla had never really paid much attention but knew there were plants that had
It didn’t fully connect with the second part of the riddle, though. But maybe it did, and she just couldn’t see that part clearly now.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the chain again.
“Please be correct.”
Camilla had three chances. If this failed, she still had two more tries.
She rolled the first letter into place.
Then the second.
The third.
Fourth.
And hesitated on the fifth. She read over the riddle again, this time with growing suspicion. It didn’t mention any consequence for a wrong response, but she didn’t trust the game master.
Envy’s chest barely rose, his breathing labored. Even if they didn’t have to hurry to solve the next clue after this, they were running out of time.
Camilla sent up a quick prayer to whomever might be listening and twisted that final letter into place.
Envy’s body jolted as if struck by lightning, a howl of pain tearing free, echoing through the chamber, a symphony of agony. The magical chains flared with a light so brightly intense, Camilla had to blink several times before the little spots disappeared.
“Envy!” She went to pull the chains away from his skin, then screeched. The chains pulsed with power now, ratcheting up in intensity.
He slumped back to the ground, groaning. He was still unconscious. The chains radiated a menacing buzz now, indicating that each wrong response would intensify the magic running through them until it grew so powerful it could end an immortal life.
Camilla jumped to her feet, pacing. She could
What? What connected them all? It had to be simple.
Camilla felt tears threatening. She was frustrated and scared and downright furious with the game master. His game was bad enough without subjecting them to mental and physical torture. She stopped pacing, using her surging emotions to center herself.
The game master knew they were close to finishing the game. Which meant she’d see him soon. Camilla focused on that, allowed it to fuel her. She and Envy had not come this far to be thwarted by the Unseelie King in the final moments of their game.
Starting with this cursed riddle.
Camilla repeated it out loud, determination running through her in waves. The game master thought himself clever, but she was too. She knew the answer. Knew it was simple. Fear had shut down her logic, but she would not allow it to overtake her now.
Some plants. Mortals. And all animals, too.