The tower looked like a place where things went to die.

  Kandis stood at the base, looking up at three stories of dark stone against white bone that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Moss grew in patches where moisture collected. The windows were narrow slits, defensive rather than welcoming. The whole structure radiated wrongness in a way that made her skin crawl.

  Perfect home for a necromancer. Perfect home for whatever lived there now.

  She was exhausted. Two days through the swamp, minimal sleep, constant vigilance. Her legs ached. Her back hurt. Every muscle protested the journey and the pig wrestling and the endless walking. She wanted a bath, a bed, and eight hours of unconsciousness.

  Instead, she was about to walk into a tower and negotiate with a brain-eating parasite.

  "Ready?" Forge asked beside her. He looked tired too, but functional. Rangers learned to operate on no sleep. Learned to push through exhaustion and stay alert. She'd watched him maintain watch both nights, refusing to let her take a turn, insisting she needed rest.

  Self-sacrificing. Protective. Competent in ways she'd never noticed before.

  Kandis had known Forge her entire life. Same small town, fewer than two hundred people. They'd been children together before the Culling. Her father had been mayor. His father had been dock master. Both men died the same day. Executed in the town square while their children watched.

  That should have brought them together. Should have created bonds between the survivors. Instead, it pushed them apart. All the children who'd lost parents that day scattered, unable to look at each other without seeing the worst moment of their lives reflected back.

  None of them had children now. None of them held relationships. The thought of another Culling stopped them cold. Why create families the Serpent Lords could destroy? Why give them more leverage, more control, more ways to hurt?

  Better to stay alone. Safer.

  But she'd watched Forge over the past two days and seen someone she didn't know existed. The way he navigated the swamp like he was reading a book. The way he'd positioned himself between her and every potential threat. The way he'd insisted on taking watch both nights, letting her rest, sacrificing his own recovery so she could be sharp.

  Quite the man. One she'd never noticed in twenty-three years of living in the same town.

  The timing was terrible for that realization.

  "Ready," Kandis said, pushing the thought aside. Focus. The creature in this tower could save Hawth or doom it. That mattered more than whatever strange awareness was developing about Forge.

  They entered. The pig squealed from somewhere behind them. Forge had tied it in the entry hall, apparently not trusting it to stay quiet upstairs.

  The interior was exactly what she'd expected. Dark. Cold. The smell of preservation chemicals and something worse underneath. Evidence of experiments, of magic, of a man who'd spent decades doing terrible things in isolation.

  Jonas's tower. Now occupied by something that had consumed Jonas completely.

  Kandis steeled herself as they climbed the stairs. She'd prepared for this. Had thought through every scenario during the journey. The creature would be dangerous, obviously. Powerful, absolutely. Probably manipulative, possibly hostile, definitely not trustworthy.

  She'd negotiated with difficult people before. Had managed the Shadow Conclave through disagreements and near-violence. Had kept Hawth functioning despite desperation and fear and the constant threat of Pantathian attention.

  She could handle this. Could make the deal work. Could turn a monster into a weapon if she was careful enough, smart enough, ruthless enough.

  The bedroom door was open.

  Kandis entered behind Forge and stopped.

  A corpse lay on the bed.

  Not dead, technically. Breathing, she could see the shallow rise and fall of the chest. But skeletal. Gray skin pulled tight over bones. Sunken eyes. Cracked lips. Hair lank and lifeless. The thing looked like it had been dead for weeks and someone had forgotten to bury it.

  Was this a trap? Some necromantic trick?

  "Is he dead?" Forge asked, voice tight.

  Kandis moved forward, checking for pulse. Found it at the neck, under papery skin. Weak but there. Heartbeat irregular but present. This was Jonas's body. And something inside it was barely clinging to life.

  "Barely," she said. "He needs water."

  Forge had a canteen. Kandis took it, held it to the corpse-man's lips, tilted carefully. The thing stirred. Jake, she reminded herself. It called itself Jake.

  Eyelids fluttered. Opened slowly. Eyes unfocused. Struggling to see. To understand.

  "Water," Kandis said again, pressing the canteen to cracked lips.

  Jake drank. Weakly. Choked slightly. Drank more. Some coordination returning. Not much, but enough to swallow without drowning.

  This was the weapon they were trusting their lives to?

  This skeletal horror could barely lift its head.

  Kandis's tactical assessment was recalibrating in real-time. Not a monster preparing to strike. Not a manipulator playing weak to lower their guard. Just genuinely dying. Actually failing. On the edge of complete collapse.

  "The hunger..." Jake's voice was barely a whisper. Rough. Painful sounding. "Came back... the tofu-brain isn't enough..."

  He sounded confused. Genuinely didn't understand what was happening to him.

  Kandis glanced at Forge. Saw him frowning. Thinking. Processing what Jake had just said.

  Then Forge's expression changed. Realization dawning. He looked at Jake with something between disbelief and dawning comprehension.

  "When did you last eat?" Forge asked. His voice was very controlled. Very careful.

  Jake blinked slowly. Confused by the question. "I just told you. Been eating Jonas brain. Regularly. It should be enough for my parasitic form. I don't understand why the body is failing anyway. The hunger keeps getting worse and nothing I do..."

  "No." Forge interrupted gently. "When did the body last eat. Actual food."

  Silence.

  Jake stared at him. Still not understanding. Not processing.

  "Food?" Jake repeated.

  "Yes. Food. When did Jonas's body last consume nutrients? Calories? Sustenance?"

  More silence. Jake's skeletal face showed the effort of trying to think. Trying to remember. Searching through memories that apparently didn't exist.

  "I..." Jake started. Stopped. Tried again. "I've been feeding myself. The regenerating brain tissue. It's sustainable. Infinite. I consume it, it regenerates, I consume it again. My parasitic form has been getting adequate nutrition."

  "That's not what I asked," Forge said patiently. "When did you last put food in Jonas's stomach? When did this body last eat a meal?"

  The confusion on Jake's face was transforming. Slowly. Painfully. Into horrified understanding.

  "Oh," Jake said very quietly.

  "Oh?" Kandis repeated, watching this unfold with growing disbelief.

  "I..." Jake's voice was small. Mortified. "I forgot."

  "You forgot what?" Kandis asked, even though she was beginning to understand.

  "I forgot the body needs food." Jake couldn't seem to look at either of them. "I was feeding my parasitic form. The worm. The me inside this. That was getting sustained. But Jonas's body... the host... I never..."

  He trailed off. The full weight of his mistake visibly crushing him.

  "You forgot to eat," Kandis said. Not a question. A statement of pure, absolute incredulity.

  "I've never had full control before," Jake said weakly. Defensive but with no energy behind it. "Every other host just... they ate when they were hungry. Automatically. I was just riding along. I never had to think about it. Never had to manage it. And when I took over Jonas completely, I just... I didn't realize..."

  Silence filled the room.

  Then Forge started laughing.

  Not polite laughter. Not restrained. Full, body-shaking, laughter. He doubled over, hands on his knees, completely losing control.

  "You're dying," Forge gasped between laughs. "Because you forgot... to EAT!"

  Jake looked like he wanted to curl up and disappear. Would have, probably, if he'd had the strength. As it was, he just lay there, skeletal and weak and visibly mortified.

  "We brought a pig," Kandis heard herself say. Her voice was flat. Emotionless. Processing the absurdity. "Through shadow panther territory. Two days through the swamp. Hauled sixty pounds of uncooperative livestock. To feed a brain-eating parasite. Who forgot that bodies need food."

  "I know how it sounds," Jake said miserably.

  "Do you?" Kandis stared at him. "Do you really? Because from where I'm standing, it sounds like we risked our lives to bring emergency rations to someone who was starving himself through sheer ignorance."

  "It wasn't intentional!"

  "That makes it worse!" Kandis felt something breaking inside her. The fear she'd been carrying. The tension. The expectation of facing something terrifying. All of it shattering against the reality of this situation. "Fallen would have remembered to eat!"

  Jake blinked. "Who?"

  "Town handyman," Forge managed, still laughing. "Not the sharpest tool we have."

  "His mother once chased off a swamp bear with a wooden spoon," Kandis continued. Her voice was perfectly level. Describing a simple fact. "While drunk. On Pink Swampberry wine. She's known simply as Fallen's Mother because using her actual name seems redundant when her son's stupidity is warning enough."

  Jake was processing this. Understanding the comparison being made.

  "You're comparing me to your village idiot," he said quietly.

  "I'm comparing you unfavorably to the village idiot's mother," Kandis corrected. "Who, while intoxicated, showed more survival instinct than you demonstrated with complete sobriety."

  The silence that followed was profound.

  Jake looked like he wanted to respond. To defend himself. To explain. But what explanation could possibly help? He'd nearly died because he forgot the most basic requirement of biological existence.

  Kandis felt her fear evaporating. Just gone. Replaced by something between relief and exasperation and a strange, hysterical amusement she was trying very hard to suppress.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  She'd come here prepared to face a monster. A manipulator. A threat that could destroy Hawth on a whim if negotiations went poorly. Something cunning and dangerous and impossible to truly control.

  Instead, this creature couldn't break into Fallen's mother's hut if the entire town was drunk on Pink Swampberry wine and someone gave him detailed instructions. This terrifying creature, as it out, was a complete imbecile.

  "Right," Kandis said, standing abruptly. "Food. I'll make something simple."

  "I can help," Forge offered, finally getting his laughter under control.

  "No. You stay here. Make sure he doesn't die of embarrassment while I'm gone." She headed for the door. "Or forget to breathe. Apparently that's something we need to monitor now."

  She left before either of them could respond.

  The kitchen was on the second floor. Easy to find. Cold, unused recently, but stocked with supplies that Jonas had maintained.

  Alone finally, Kandis let herself process.

  Her hands shook slightly as she pulled out root vegetables. Dried meat in sealed containers. Herbs that still had scent. She started preparing stew. Simple. Nutritious. Easy to digest for a body that had been starving.

  Muscle memory took over. She'd cooked for the whole Conclave more than once. Knew how to make food stretch. Knew how to make basic ingredients palatable.

  Her mind was racing.

  She'd been terrified. Actually, genuinely terrified of this creature. The reports from Forge had been horrifying. The evidence of its power undeniable. It could kill them all. Could consume Hawth completely if it wanted. Could turn on them at any moment.

  That fear had driven every decision. Every plan. Every calculation about how to approach this negotiation.

  And now it was gone.

  Not because the creature wasn't dangerous. The power was real. The threat legitimate. Jake had killed a troll, destroyed a gremlin village, consumed a human necromancer. Those accomplishments weren't diminished by his stupidity.

  But powerful and stupid was manageable in ways that powerful and cunning wasn't.

  Dangerous idiots could be guided. Controlled. Pointed in useful directions and prevented from doing more harm than good.

  This changed everything.

  Kandis chopped vegetables with practiced efficiency, her strategic mind working through implications.

  Jake had genuine power. That was undeniable. The ability to consume hosts, to take their abilities, to jump between bodies. The regeneration from the troll. The magic from Jonas. Whatever other capabilities he'd absorbed from his dozens of previous hosts.

  In a direct confrontation, he'd be formidable. Probably unstoppable by anything Hawth could muster.

  But it forgot to eat! The absurdity of it all…

  That level of oversight. That fundamental lack of basic awareness. It suggested other vulnerabilities. Other blindspots. Other ways he could be managed, directed, controlled.

  She could work with this.

  The memories came unbidden as she stirred the pot. The Culling. Twenty-three years ago but still fresh. Still raw. Still the defining moment that had shaped her generation.

  She'd been fifteen. Old enough to understand what was happening. Young enough to be powerless to stop it.

  The Serpent Lords had come at dawn. Three of them, massive and terrible, scales gleaming in early light. Orc enforcers behind them. They'd gathered everyone in the town square. Made them watch.

  Her father had been first. The mayor. They'd made an example. Executed him cleanly, efficiently, while explaining in calm, reasonable tones why this was necessary.

  Population control. Sustainable resource management. Preventing rebellion through strategic removal of leadership.

  Clinical. Rational. Monstrous.

  Thirty-seven people died that day. Fathers, mothers, elders, craftsmen. Anyone with influence. Anyone who might organize resistance. Anyone the community respected.

  And they'd made the children watch. Made them understand what happened when humans grew too numerous, too organized, too hopeful.

  Kandis had watched her father die. Watched Forge's father die beside him. Watched the community's leadership systematically destroyed while the Serpent Lords lectured about proper resource allocation.

  That day had broken something in all of them. The children who survived couldn't look at each other without remembering. Couldn't form bonds without imagining them destroyed. Couldn't build anything knowing it could be taken away on a whim.

  Twenty-three years of that fear. Twenty-three years of keeping heads down, avoiding attention, living small and quiet and controlled because the alternative was death.

  And it still might not be enough.

  Jonas had been reporting to them for decades. Who knew what information he'd provided? What judgments he'd helped them make about Hawth's usefulness? The Serpent Lords could arrive tomorrow with fire and death, and there would be nothing anyone could do to stop it.

  Except maybe there was.

  Kandis added meat to the pot. Stirred. Let it heat properly.

  Jake was an idiot. That was clear now. Powerful but fundamentally stupid about basic survival. Dangerous but manageable.

  But he was also unique. A weapon nobody else had. A tool the Pantathians wouldn't see coming because they didn't know he existed.

  If she could guide him. If she could keep him functional. If she could point him in the right direction and let his considerable power accomplish what Hawth's weakness couldn't...

  Maybe they had a chance.

  Not a good chance. Not a safe chance. But a chance.

  Better than waiting passively for the Serpent Lords to decide they weren't worth keeping alive.

  The stew was ready. Kandis ladled it into a bowl. Grabbed a spoon. Paused.

  She thought about Forge again. The way he'd looked at her when she'd turned the inner monologue problem into a potential intelligence asset. The respect in his eyes. The recognition of her strategic thinking.

  He'd always been there. Always been part of Hawth. Part of the background of her life. And she'd never really seen him until two days in a swamp showed her who he actually was.

  Competent. Protective. Self-sacrificing in ways that suggested he cared about more than just duty.

  The timing was terrible. They were facing potential annihilation. She was about to try managing a brain-eating parasite. The Serpent Lords could arrive any day.

  Not exactly the moment for personal realizations.

  But when had timing ever been convenient? The Culling had taught her that death came when it came. Maybe joy worked the same way. You couldn't plan it. Could only recognize it when it appeared and decide whether to reach for it despite the risk.

  Kandis picked up the bowl and headed back upstairs.

  Jake was sitting up when she entered. Still skeletal but marginally less corpse-like. Conscious. Aware. Deeply embarrassed.

  Good. He should be embarrassed.

  "Here," she said, handing him the bowl. "Eat slowly. Your body isn't used to actual food."

  Jake took it with hands that shook slightly. Looked at the stew like he couldn't quite believe it was real. Then took a spoonful.

  The expression on his face was almost comical. Pure, transcendent joy. Like he'd never tasted anything in his entire existence. Like this simple stew was divine revelation.

  He ate slowly at first, then faster. Devouring it with single-minded focus. Making small sounds of satisfaction that would have been embarrassing if he'd been aware enough to care.

  Kandis watched the healing happen in real-time.

  Color returning to gray skin. The skeletal appearance softening as muscle mass regenerated. His hands filling out, fingers becoming less stick-like. Energy returning to movements that had been weak and trembling.

  Life magic and troll regeneration working together. Combining nutrients with magical healing to accomplish in minutes what should have taken days.

  Impressive. Disturbing. Undeniably useful.

  "That's not normal," Kandis observed.

  " Regeneration," Jake managed between bites. "I think that’s the only reason I’m still conscious. Just needed fuel. Actual fuel. Not just neural tissue." He paused, looking embarrassed again. "Which I should have realized days ago."

  "Yes," Kandis agreed. "You should have."

  Forge was leaning against the wall, still looking vaguely amused by the entire situation. Watching Jake recover with the air of someone who'd witnessed something too absurd to fully process.

  Jake finished the bowl. Looked at it longingly, clearly wanting more but too embarrassed to ask.

  Kandis almost smiled. "I'll make more. You'll need to eat regularly. Three times a day, minimum. Like a person."

  "Thank you." Jake's voice was genuine. Grateful. "This is... I can't explain how good this is. The unconscious healing that my body does on its own must use food to continually sustain that process. Maybe that’s why trolls are always eating! But this… this is unbelievable."

  "It's just stew."

  "You have no idea." Jake set the empty bowl aside carefully. Looked at both of them. Some strength returning but still weak. Still recovering. "I know how this looks. I know what you must think of me now."

  "We think you're an idiot," Kandis said flatly. "But a useful idiot. Which is better than a useless genius."

  "Debatable," Jake muttered.

  "Not really." Kandis settled against the wall, studying him. This creature that was supposed to save them. This powerful moron who'd nearly died from oversight. "You have abilities we need. Power we can't match. Access to knowledge through consuming hosts that we could never obtain otherwise."

  "But?" Jake prompted.

  "But you also have the survival instincts of a particularly stupid fish," Kandis finished. "Which means you need management. Guidance. People to keep you from accidentally killing yourself through negligence."

  "I can take care of myself."

  "You forgot to eat."

  Jake deflated. "One time! I forgot to eat one time… Ok, point taken."

  "So here's how this works now," Kandis continued. "I keep you functional. Make sure you maintain basic biological necessities. Forge keeps you informed about the swamp, about Hawth, about anything you need to know. And you provide the power we need to survive the Pantathians when they come."

  "That was already the deal," Jake pointed out.

  "That was the deal when I thought you were competent." Kandis met his eyes directly. "Now I know better. Now I know you need handlers. Which means I'm not just your ally. I'm your keeper. And you will eat regular meals. And you will not do anything obviously suicidal. And you will listen when we tell you something is a catastrophically bad idea."

  "I'm not a child."

  "Children know to eat," Kandis said. "You're worse than a child. You're a powerful weapon with no common sense. Which means you need supervision."

  Silence.

  Jake looked like he wanted to argue. Then thought better of it. Some intelligence showing through the embarrassment.

  "Fine," he said finally. "You're the keeper. I'm the weapon that needs babysitting. That work for you?"

  "For now." Kandis pushed off the wall. "I'm going to make more stew. You're going to eat it. Get your strength back. Then tomorrow we'll read Jonas's journal and figure out how to keep my people alive."

  She headed for the door. Paused. Looked back.

  "Oh, and Jake? If you die because you forgot something basic again? I'm feeding you to the pig."

  "Noted," Jake said weakly.

  Kandis almost smiled. Almost. She left the room, Forge following after a moment.

  They stood in the hallway. The pig squealed from downstairs, impatient and loud.

  "That went better than expected," Forge said quietly.

  "Because I expected a monster and got a moron." Kandis started down the stairs. "Easier to work with. Harder to trust completely. But definitely easier to manage."

  "You scared him," Forge observed.

  "Good. He should be scared. Of me. Of the Serpent Lords. Of his own incompetence." She reached the ground floor. "Fear keeps people careful. And I need him very, very careful."

  They moved toward the kitchen. Kandis to make more food, Forge to help prepare it. Partners in an insane plan to keep a powerful idiot alive long enough to be useful.

  "You were impressive in the swamp," Kandis said as they worked. The words came easier than she'd expected. "I didn't know you could do half the things I watched you do."

  Forge looked uncomfortable with the praise. "Just ranger training. Nothing special."

  "It was special to me. I would have gotten lost or even died without you."

  "That's the job."

  "No." Kandis stopped chopping vegetables. Met his eyes. "That was you. Your competence. Your protection. Your willingness to sacrifice sleep so I could rest." She paused. "Thank you."

  Forge didn't know what to say to that. Just nodded. Awkward but genuine.

  The moment stretched. Something unspoken passing between them. Recognition. Possibility. The beginning of something that had always been there but never acknowledged.

  Then Kandis broke it, returning to the vegetables. "We should bring this up to him before it gets cold."

  "Right," Forge agreed. "Can't have the idiot forgetting to eat again."

  They finished preparing the second bowl together. Worked in comfortable silence. Then headed back upstairs.

  Jake was standing when they entered. Weak but functional. The healing visibly progressing. He'd be fully recovered by tomorrow at this rate.

  Kandis handed him the bowl. He took it gratefully, started eating with more control this time. Savoring it rather than devouring.

  They settled into chairs. The three of them in Jonas's bedroom, eating stew, making plans to infiltrate an ancient empire of serpent lords.

  The absurdity wasn't lost on Kandis. But absurdity was all they had. That and hope. Hope was something that had been gone in this world for a long time. It felt somehow odd to suddenly have a small amount back in her thoughts.

  "So," Jake said after a while, setting his empty bowl aside. Looking more alive now. More present. "What's first?"

  Kandis considered. Tomorrow they'd read the journal. Start planning properly. Figure out how to turn Jake's power into something useful.

  But tonight they all needed rest. Needed to process. Needed to prepare for whatever came next.

  "I'm going to read that journal," Kandis said. "Figure out what Jonas knew. What the Pantathians expect. How we can take advantage of your abilities without getting everyone killed." She paused, feeling a slight pull on her thoughts, something hardly present in her mind. "And I'll probably try to have sex with Forge."

  The words were out before she could stop them.

  Horror crashed through her. Immediate and total. Her hand flew to her mouth, fist clenched, eyes wide.

  Jake started laughing. Actually laughing. The first genuine amusement she'd seen from him. The sound almost startling in its normalcy.

  Forge looked absolutely perplexed. Staring at her. Processing what she'd just said. Then understanding hit. The inner monologue problem. The thoughts becoming words.

  His face went through several expressions in rapid succession. Shock. Confusion. Realization. And then, slowly, something that might have been hope.

  "I..." Kandis couldn't form words. Couldn't explain. Couldn't take it back.

  "That," Jake said, still laughing, "is the inner monologue problem that I am sure Forge warned you about. Welcome to my world. Where privacy goes to die and embarrassing thoughts become public declarations."

  Forge was still staring. Then, very carefully, very quietly, he said, "Really?"

  Kandis wanted to disappear. Wanted the floor to open up. Wanted anything except this moment. But the thought had come from somewhere true. Some place she hadn't wanted to examine. And now it was out there. Public. Undeniable.

  "I..." she tried again. Failed. Gave up. "Yes. Apparently. That's... that was..."

  "Honest," Forge finished. His voice was gentle. Careful. "That was honest."

  The silence stretched. Jake watched them both with obvious amusement. The creature who'd nearly died from forgetting to eat was now entertained by human awkwardness. The irony was almost funny.

  "Tomorrow," Kandis finally managed. Her voice was steady despite the mortification. "We read the journal tomorrow. Tonight we rest. And we never speak of this again."

  "Oh, we're definitely speaking of this again," Jake said, grinning. "This is the best thing that's happened since I woke up starving."

  "I will feed you to the pig," Kandis threatened.

  "Worth it," Jake said.

  Forge was still looking at her. That careful, hopeful expression. Like he was seeing her differently now. Like the accidental confession had changed something fundamental between them.

  Maybe it had.

  Maybe that was okay.

  The timing was still terrible. The danger still real. The Serpent Lords still circling.

  But for the first time in twenty-three years, Kandis felt something other than fear about the future. Felt possibility.

  Just human hope. Small and fragile and probably doomed. But real.

  "Tomorrow," she said again. Firmer now. "We plan. We prepare. We figure out how to save Hawth."

  "Tomorrow," Forge agreed. Still looking at her with that expression.

  "And tonight?" Jake asked, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

  "Tonight we rest," Kandis said firmly. "Separately. In different rooms. With doors closed."

  "Sure," Jake said, grinning. "Whatever you say, keeper."

  Kandis left before either of them could see her smile.

  The tower had looked like a place where things went to die.

  Maybe instead it was a place where things could begin.

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  End of Chapter 40