“I don’t follow.”

He sat, pulling me into his lap. “What if the entire earth is Tar Ro, the gods’ sacred arena? What if they’re controlling everything within? Even down to a storm to warn Death and Life never to unite.”

“What will happen now that we have?” Can’t lose him!

Full arrogance on display, he said, “Nothing. I refuse to give you up. After all we’ve been through to get to this point, we deserve each other.” Seeing my worried expression, he said, “I’ll sell my soul if I have to.”

I let the subject go for now—the horse was out of the barn on this score—but I decided he would wear his armor whenever he went outside. And that he could never leave the castle without me. “Do you think the gods would purposely ruin their Tar Ro arena with an apocalypse?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps this is the game of all games, with a field of battle to match. Or perhaps they are punishing our abuse of the planet.”

Either way, they still sounded like dicks. “Who would you call on that phone, anyway?”

“The Centurion. Kentarch might be the game changer for us.”

Like I’d thought Tess would be. But the carousel couldn’t be reversed. The game continued. I’d desperately wanted to stop it. Now that felt more impossible than ever.

My three current missions: to make Aric happy, to ensure we had no regrets when we died, and to kill Richter. I vowed I would complete all three. “Circe said he’s searching for his wife.”

“He was the last time we talked. They got separated.”

“How would Kentarch change the game?”

“His powers could help us defeat the Emperor. When the Centurion’s intangible, nothing can stop him, not a wall of steel, not a volcanic eruption. Unfortunately, Kentarch hasn’t answered the last few times I’ve called. I thought it might be the signal from the castle, but it’s not.”

The castle. Returning to it. Soon I’d have to see my grandmother again. The thought made me queasy.

Aric noticed. “What’s wrong?”

Real life kept intruding on our honeymoon. “I wish we could just stay here, hit the pause button, and forget about the game. Forget about my grandmother. I dread going back to see her, and that fills me with guilt.”

“I can’t imagine how difficult that must be, but you won’t have to endure it alone.” Cupping my face, he said, “You’re my wife. We are united in all things. Any burden you carry, I carry as well.”

I gave him a shaky nod. I’d been longing for someone to trust, to have my back—but I hadn’t realized until now how close I’d come to shattering from everything. “Then we should get on the road.” I stood to finish dressing.

“Very well.” He hesitated, frowning at his armor. Tailored to fit him, it wasn’t much thicker than a suit of cloth, the mysterious black metal nearly as lightweight. He moved in it fluidly, and silently. Understandable, since the armor might’ve been designed by a death deity.

“Why the frown?”

“On our return, I want you to ride with me. And I hate that this metal will be between us.”

I shook my head hard. “Uh-uh. I want you protected—for as many hours a day as possible.”

My vehemence seemed to take him off guard. He raised his brows. “As my lady wishes.”

“I’m serious, Aric.”

In a contemplative tone, he said, “This is the first time anyone’s ever wanted Death in his armor.”

38

Aric and I rode back together, with me in front, his arms wrapped around my waist. He’d removed his helmet halfway to the castle, though he kept it close, telling me, “I could don it more quickly than any enemy could strike.”

Like the rest of his armor, his black helmet was incredibly lightweight—and intimidating. I’d asked, “Is it such a hardship to wear it?”

“Indeed,” he’d answered, then he’d demonstrated why. Throughout the journey, he would kiss me, or inhale the scent of my hair, or simply tuck my head under his chin.

I hadn’t wanted to have our first married fight so soon—but I was going to lay down the armor law soon. . . .

Every mile closer to the castle unsettled me more. I’d been away from Gran all day, the longest since she’d gotten here.

At what would have been dusk, we arrived at the river. Circe parted the waters with a sighed, “Death and Life. Finally.”

When he and I walked inside the castle hand in hand, a tiny coyote pup chased a gangly heron through the foyer; some kind of half-grown turkey perched on the banister, ruffling its wings as if it wanted to try flying. Cyclops lay with all his legs splayed, looking like a breathing rug. I could see him shedding his frizzy fur.

Oh, hell. I glanced up at Aric, but he merely shrugged. “You aren’t mad?”

He tucked my hair behind my ear, repeating, “I’m in a fantastic mood.”

I went up on my toes to give him a quick kiss, which swiftly turned heated. But I forced myself to draw back. I couldn’t put off my visit much longer. “I need to go talk to her.”

He exhaled. “You’re right.” Then he cocked his head. “Sievā, her time is ending. Today.”

Why didn’t his words make me feel . . . more?

Brows drawn, he asked, “Can I go in with you?”

I bit my lip. “She wouldn’t like that.”

“Then I will be right outside her room.”