And I Darken (The Conqueror's Saga 1) - Page 122

She had not realized it, had not felt for it since she fought Ilyas.

It was gone.

ALL RADU WANTED TO do was sleep, but the knocking would not cease. He stumbled to the door and yanked it open, ready to yell at whoever was there. The ghost of his sister stood in the doorway. Her eyes were large and vacant, her face as smooth as a fading memory.

“Our father is dead,” Lada said.

Radu leaned heavily against the doorframe. Lada drifted in past him. He shut the door, closing them in.

“Why did you keep this from me?”

Radu was glad it was dark so he could not see her face. “I did not know how to tell you.” He reached for her hand. It felt cold and tiny in his own. “I am sorry. I know you loved him.”

“I did not love him. I worshipped him. And then he betrayed us by being human—so worthlessly, weakly human. He left us here with nothing and made it impossible for us to return home.”

“He terrified me.”

Lada laughed sharply. “Little brother, everyone terrified you.”

“That is true.”

“Mircea is dead, too.”

“Yes.” Radu thought of the raw grief Mehmed had been consumed by after the murder of his infant half brother. Radu felt nothing like that when he thought of Mircea’s death. Perhaps that meant something was wrong with him. He wondered if Lada mourned Mircea. He did not ask.

Lada spoke. “Do you remember that summer? When Father took us out of the city?”

“Yes. I was bitten by so many bugs I could scarcely move.”

“I thought he would see me. I thought if we left Tirgoviste, if we left stupid Mircea, if we left behind the boyars and their ceaseless bickering, he would see what I was becoming to please him. For one day, I thought he did. It was the happiest day of my life. And then he left, as he always did.”

“He loved you.”

“You sound so certain. How do you know?”

“Because he tried to save you, that day the sultan claimed us.”

“He failed.”

“But he tried. That was more than he did for me.”

After a brief silence, Lada let out a harsh bray of laughter. “I keep thinking how angry Mircea must be to be dead.”

“I had the same thought!”

They laughed, and then it was quiet for a few warm minutes, safe and dark with their childhood between them. The things they had had and the things they had lost that only they could ever understand.

“I have something for you.” Radu reached into a box on his side table and pulled out a locket. “That night. When the physician was sewing you back together, I found your little pouch. The one you always wear around your neck. It was ruined, but…Well, I saved what was inside and had this made for you.”

He held out the necklace. The metal locket was heavy and cold in his hand.

With a sniffling gasp, Lada lowered the chain around her neck and clutched the locket to her chest. “Thank you. I have lost too much recently.”

She rested her head against his shoulder. Radu knew some of what she lost had been solely to protect him. As she had always done, in her own way. He breathed out a sigh and steadied himself to tell her he was sorry. That he loved her. That he understood her.

“The throne is yours,” Lada said, puncturing the space and bringing the night with all its dark terrors back down on Radu.

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