Page 41 of Dark as the Cursed Abyss

Avra recoiled.

“I had no idea,” Avra murmured, her voice softer than Chloe expected. “But you’ve done it, haven’t you? You’ve survived the trials.”

Her gaze was intense as it lingered on the kiste and the calathus, but the power surrounding them seemed to push her away. A shimmering pulse of energy that radiated from the weapons, an invisible barrier that repelled Avra whenever she neared them.

“Not many would have made it this far,” Avra continued, her voice laced with an emotion Chloe couldn’t quite place. “But you…you did something that I couldn’t.” She let out a long breath, lowering her gaze. “Those weapons—they weren’t hidden by me and Khalid. We never had control of them. They were lost before us.”

Chloe’s brows furrowed, and she exchanged a quick glance with Farah. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice taut with suspicion. This whole time they were always told whatever was hidden in these mountains was the product of her aunt and Farah’s father’s affair.

Avra’s eyes flickered over to her, but her gaze softened for a moment, something almost nostalgic passing through her dark irises. “We entered the Mysteries ourselves to find them,” she explained slowly. “We thought it was for power—together, ruling the gods. But when the third trial came, Khalid…” She paused, her lips tightening, and Chloe could almost feel the weight of the unspoken pain in her voice. “He sacrificed me.”

The words hit like a hammer.

Chloe’s stomach churned. Sacrificed her? Her mind raced as Avra’s explanation echoed in her head. She wanted to believe her, wanted to trust the woman who had always seemed so distant, so enigmatic. But the warnings she’d heard from Acacius still rang in her ears, the way he had spoken of his mother, of her secrets.

“Khalid escaped, and I was left to bear the wrath of the Fates,” Avra continued, her voice growing colder with each passing word. “For decades, I have tried to find a way to undo what he did, but I couldn’t. Not until now.”

There was something in her words that didn’t sit right. The hair on the back of Chloe’s neck rose, a familiar unease settling into her bones. Acacius had warned Farah that his mother was dangerous, that trusting her could be a mistake. And yet, Chloe couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story than Avra was telling.

Her aunt’s gaze lingered again on the weapons—an almost reverent look that made Chloe’s instincts flare. Before she could stop herself, Chloe snapped her fingers and the weapons vanished.

Avra’s expression hardened almost immediately, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Where have they gone?”

Chloe shrugged, feigning casualness, though her heart beat louder in her chest. “It’s a trick my brother Dimitris taught me,” she said coolly, meeting Avra’s gaze. A trick Chloe was glad to have learned now.

Avra’s annoyance was palpable, but before she could speak again, a wave of her hand swept across the room. Farah and Chloe both flinched as they felt the sudden, sharp sensation of their bodies being cleansed. It was not the usual wash of water or the passing of time, but a violent purging of every drop of blood in their veins. Their bodies seemed to shudder in response, as though their very essence was being scraped away.

“What—what is this?” Farah gasped, looking down at her arms, as if expecting to see the crimson stains wash away with the blood. But they were still there, the remnants of the trials, the proof of their survival.

Acacius and Markos stepped forward, their faces unreadable. They each held a small strip of cloth in their hands.

“I need you both to kneel,” Markos said, his voice calming despite the whirlwind that occurred in this room.

Chloe obliged without thought, Farah doing the same as if their bodies moved not of their own free will. Her blood ran cold. This was the final test. The end of their journey through the Mysteries. But it was not a victory.

Farah’s eyes locked with hers, full of confusion and disbelief. A flicker of panic in her gaze. The room felt tight around them, the air thick with something too heavy to name. Chloe looked around, her mind spinning as her heart pounded. She had imagined this moment differently, something grander, something befitting of the power and gravitas that had followed them through the trials.

She had expected an opulent ceremony, something like the Eleusinian Ball, where gilded chandeliers hung from every corner, where the entire hall shimmered with light, and where they would stand in front of an assembly of onlookers as the Fates themselves declared the union.

But here they were—kneeling in a cold, shadowed hall with no real grandeur, no audience, nothing but the flickering torches along the walls and the heavy weight of the blood that still stained their clothes. Their hands were bound together by nothing more than a single scrap of linen.

The vows they were to repeat would bind them forever.

Chloe’s chest tightened at the thought. Did Farah truly want this, or had she forced the princess into a lifetime of duty to another against her free will? They had spent last night together and it was full of passion, but passion did not equate to love. There was no escape and it was all her fault.

The walls of the hall seemed to close in even further, the air becoming thicker with each passing second. The coldness of the stone floor beneath her knees was sharp, biting, as though it too was a reminder of just how fragile their position was. This wasn’t a ceremony of celebration. It wasn’t even a marriage in the sense that she had come to understand it.

“Look at me,” Farah whispered.

“This means nothing…” Chloe muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone in this hall.

“Chloe, please. Look at me,” the southern princess begged once more.

Finally Chloe tilted her head up, allowing her gaze to trace along Farah’s lips, and cheeks, all the way up to those shimmering topaz eyes. But it was not fear or shame that met her.

“This means everything,” Farah said, her voice steady and resolved. “You mean everything.”

And for the first time since they stepped upon these shores, Chloe was not afraid.