Itâs the thrill of leaping without being able to see the ground below you, right before you realize thatâs called
falling
. âYou think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?â I say, looking him in those black eyes. âWell, I think youâre an idiot. Since we started being tutored together, youâve gone out of your way to make me feel like Iâm less than you. And to coddle your ego, I have made myself less. I have made myself small, I have kept my head down. But it wasnât enough to make you leave Taryn and me alone, so Iâm not going to do that anymore.
âI am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you thisââI throw his own words back at himââ
this is the least of what I can do
.â
Cardan looks at me as though heâs never seen me before. He looks at me as though no one has ever spoken to him like this. Maybe no one has.
I turn from him and begin walking, half-expecting Cardan to grab my shoulder and throw me to the ground, half-expecting him to find the rowan berry necklace at my throat, snap it, and speak the words that will make me crawl back to him, begging despite all my big talk. But he says nothing. I feel his gaze on my back, pricking the hairs on my neck. It is all I can do not to run.
I dare not look toward Taryn and Locke, but I catch a glimpse of Nicasia staring at me, openmouthed. Valerian looks furious, his hands fisted at his sides in mute rage.
I stagger past the tournament tents to a stone fountain, where I splash my face with water. I bend down, starting to clean the gravel from my knees. My legs feel stiff, and I am shaking all over.
âAre you all right?â Locke asks, gazing down with his tawny fox eyes. I didnât even hear him behind me.
I am not.
I am not all right, but he canât know that, and he shouldnât be asking.
âWhat do you care?â I say, spitting the words out. The way heâs looking at me makes me feel more pathetic than ever.
He leans against the fountain, letting a slow, lazy smile grow on his mouth. âItâs funny, thatâs all.â
âFunny?â I echo, furious. âYou think that was funny?â
He shakes his head, still smiling. âNo. Itâs funny how you get under his skin.â
At first, Iâm not sure I heard him right. I almost ask whom heâs talking about, because I canât quite believe heâs admitting that high and mighty Cardan is affected by anything. âLike a splinter?â I say.
âOf iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.â He picks up a towel and wets it, then kneels down beside me and carefully wipes my face. I suck in a breath when the cold cloth touches the sensitive part of my eye, but he is far gentler than I would have been to myself. His face is solemn and focused on what heâs doing. He doesnât seem to notice my studying him, his long face and sharp chin, his curling red-brown hair, the way his eyelashes catch the light.
Then he does notice. Heâs looking at me, and Iâm looking back at him, and itâs the strangest thing, because I thought Locke would never notice anyone like me. He is noticing, though. Heâs smiling like he did that night at the Court, as though we shared a secret. Heâs smiling as if weâre sharing another one.
âKeep it up,â he says.
I wonder at those words. Can he really mean them?
As I make my way back to the tournament and my sisters, I canât stop thinking of Cardanâs shocked face, nor can I stop considering Lockeâs smile. I am not altogether sure