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Maas, Sarah J.
House of Flame and Shadow [electronic resource] / Sarah J. Maas; Carolina translation
Cândido, Gabriela Araújo. – 1st ed. – Rio de Janeiro: Galera Record, 2024. digital
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Made in Brazil
ISBN 978-65-5981-391-9
For Sloane,
who lights up entire universes with her smile.
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* Goblins were expelled from their House as punishment for their part in the Fall,
and are now considered Inferior, although many refuse to accept the fact.
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FOREWORD
The Doe knelt in front of her immortal masters and pondered what it would
feel like to cut their throats.
A silver choker, heavy and cold, adorned her neck.
It never felt hot on his skin. It was as if the snuffed out lives that that
ornament symbolized wanted the icy grip of death to be felt.
A silver javelin in a feral wolf uniform: the trophy for a rebel who had
been swept from the bosom of Midgard. Lidia had conquered so many
that her imperial attire couldn't handle them all — so many that some
were melted down to make that necklace.
Did anyone in that chamber see the necklace for what it actually
represented?
A collar. With a golden guide that connected it directly to the
monsters in front of her.
And did these monsters suspect that their loyal pet, sitting at their
feet, wondered what their blood would taste and feel like on his tongue?
In your teeth?
But there she was, kneeling, until she was allowed to get up. How the
world would kneel until the six enthroned asteri drained it of every last
drop, leaving its carcass to rot in the void.
The Eternal Palace staff had cleaned the blood from the shining
crystal floor. The metallic smell of blood did not linger in the sterile air,
there were no stray drops that disfigured the columns that lined the
chamber. It was as if the events of two days ago had never happened.
But Lidia Cervos couldn't allow herself to think about those events.
Not while surrounded by her enemies. Not with Pollux kneeling beside
him, with one of his shining wings resting on his head.
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Morven grumbled:
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For a second, a single second, Lidia allowed herself to feel sorry for the
Ophion agent she had met; and of the faerie prince of Avallen who had done
everything to destroy the beings before her.
Just as she had also given her all. And I still would.
Polaris, the North Star — in the body of an angel with black skin and white
wings — There —, he spoke slowly:
will be no boat to send Cormac's body to the Summerlands because the
boy sacrificed himself, and tried to take us with him. — Polaris gave a light,
hateful laugh, similar to claws scratching Lidia's skin. — As if such simple-
minded people were capable of doing that.
Morven didn't respond. He had done everything he could, all that was left
was to get on his knees and beg. And perhaps it was even necessary to reach
that point, but, at that moment, the King of the Fae of Avallen held his head
high.
According to legend, not even the asteri could penetrate the mist that
enveloped Avallen, but Lidia had never heard of this being put to the test
either. Perhaps this was why Morven had come—to prevent the Asteri from
having a reason to explore the veracity of the legend.
Rigelus crossed his legs, resting an ankle on his knee. Lidia had already
seen the Radiant Hand order the execution of entire families with the same
naturalness.
—What about you, Einar? What do you have to say about your son?
— A shitty little traitor — said Pollux from where he was kneeling, next to
Lidia. His wing was still resting on his leg
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— Bryce Quinlan and Ruhn Danaan have lost the right to say they are
my children.
Rigelus tilted his head, his short dark hair
flickering under the glow of the crystal room.
— I thought she was called Bryce Danaan. You
Did he revoke her royalty rights?
A muscle twitched in the Autumn King's cheek.
— I'm still deciding what punishment will be appropriate for her.
Pollux's wings fluttered, but the angel kept his head down as he growled
to the Autumn King, "When I get my hands on your
whore daughter, you'll be glad I disowned her." I will do ten times worse
to her than she did to the Harpy.
“You'll have to find her first,” replied the Autumn King coldly. Lidia
reflected that Einar Danaan was one of the few fae on Midgard who could so
openly provoke a powerful angel like Malleus. The Autumn King's amber
eyes, so like his daughter's, looked up at the asteri. — Have your mystics
discovered her whereabouts yet?
He analyzed her coldly. — I hope you can get all the answers out of
him.
Lidia returned his gaze, her face as impassive as ice—like the
death.
The Autumn King's gaze flicked to the silver choker around her
neck, his mouth curving slightly in approval. But he asked Rigelus,
with an authority she could not help but admire:
— Where's Bryce?
Rigelus sighed, bored and irritated; a lethal combination.
—She chose to leave Midgard.
— An error that we will soon correct — added Polaris.
Rigelus cast a warning glance at the lower asteri.
The Autumn King said, his voice a little lower: —
Bryce is no longer in this world?
Morven looked closely at the other Fae King. As far as everyone
knew, only one place could be accessed from Midgard — there was a
wall surrounding the Northern Rift in Nena, to prevent its inhabitants
from crossing into this world. If Bryce was no longer on Midgard, he
could only be in Hell.
Lidia had never stopped to think that the wall surrounding the
Northern Rift could also prevent the Midgardians from leaving.
little.
— This discussion is not over yet — Rigelus warned the two Fae
Kings. He pointed a slender finger at the double doors that opened
onto the hallway. — If you talk about what you heard today, you will
discover that there is no place on this planet where you can hide from
our wrath.
The Fae Kings bowed and left without saying anything else.
The weight of the asteri's gaze fell on Lidia, seeming to burn her
soul. She endured it, just as she had endured all the other horrors in
her life.
— Get up, Lidia — ordered Rigelus, with a tone that bordered on
affection. Then, to Pollux: — Get up, my Hammer. — Lidia swallowed
the bile that burned like acid and stood, and Pollux followed her
movement. His white wing brushed her cheek, the delicacy of his
feathers contrasting with the rot of his soul.
The bell rang again, but Rigelus raised his hand in wait for the
servant who was waiting in the shadow of the nearby pillars. The next
meeting could wait a few more moments.
— How was the interrogation? — Rigelus dropped onto his throne
as if he was asking about the weather.
— We're in the initial movements — Lidia replied, feeling as if her
mouth didn't belong on her body. — Athalar and Danaan will take some
time to give in.
— And the Hound from Hell? asked Hesperus, his dark eyes
of nymph shining with malice.
— I'm still evaluating. — Lidia kept her chin up and placed her
hands behind her back. —But I guarantee I will get what we need from
them all, Your Graces.
— As always — replied Rigelus, his gaze moving to the silver
choker. — You have our permission to do your best work, Doe.
— Do you really think that little bitch went to Hell? Pollux nodded
behind them, toward the dull, silent crystal gate on the other side of
the hall.
The busts that lined the path—all of asteri in its various forms over
the centuries—had been replaced. The windows destroyed by Athalar's
lightning have been repaired.
Just like in the throne room, there was no longer any trace of what
had happened. And beyond the crystal walls of the palace, there
hadn't even been a whisper on the news.
The only proof of what happened: the two Asteri guards who now
flanked the Gate. The white and gold insignia glittered in the sunlight,
and the spears carried by his gloved hands were like fallen stars. With
the visors of the golden helmets lowered, it was not possible to see
the faces behind them. It didn't matter, she thought. There was no
individuality in them, no life. The elite: noble angels who were created
to obey and serve. Just as they had been created to bear those bright
white wings. Like the angel beside her.
Behind the windows, the seven hills of the Eternal City undulated
in the sunlight, most of them encrusted with buildings with terracotta
roofs. A barren mountain—more of a hill—sat to the north of the city's
border, the metallic glow on its top was like a lighthouse.
to stop them. But the written description was nothing compared to how the
costumes looked at sunset. The city buzzed as military transports crested
the hill and deposited them one by one, while news crews rushed to report
on the cutting-edge technology.
Her stomach dropped when she saw the costumes—and again when
He looked at the iron shells shining in the sun.
More proof that Ophion had failed. They destroyed the mech-suit on
Ydra, annihilated the lab a few days ago—and even then, it was too late. In
secret, Rigelus had engineered this metal army and placed it on the barren
summit of Mount Hermon.
They were an improved version of the hybrids, and now it wasn't even
necessary for there to be a pilot to operate them, although they still had the
ability to carry a Vanir soldier if necessary.
As if the hybrids had been a cleverly calculated distraction for Ophion, while
Rigelus, in secret, perfected them. Magic and technology now came together
in lethal efficiency, with minimal costs for military life. But these costumes
were harbingers of death for any remaining rebels, and doomed the rest of
the rebellion.
Each of them was now focused on the same task: finding Bryce Quinlan.
Which led to a question: if everyone knew that the Northern Rift and other
gates only opened to Hell, why did the Asteri bother to use so many resources
to hunt it? Bryce was in Hell—surely there was no point in asking the mystics
to find her.
How long would it take? How many worlds were there beyond
Midgard? And what were the chances of Bryce surviving any of them
—or of returning to Midgard one day?
The elevator doors opened into the dank darkness of the dungeon.
Pollux walked along the stone path with his wings well folded, as if he
didn't want even a speck of dirt from the place to stain his immaculate
white feathers. — Is that why you're keeping
them alive? Like bait for that bitch?
“Ruhn and Bryce are Stars,” Lidia replied, pushing open the heavy
iron door that led to the large interrogation chamber.
Metal scraped against stone with a crunch, eerily similar to the sounds
of those suffering around them. — She will want to free him... because
he is her brother and ally.
Lidia walked down the steps to the center of the chamber, where
three males were hanging in the center of the room with Gorsian
shackles. Blood pooled beneath them, dripping onto the railing
beneath their bare feet.
She shut down every part of herself that was capable of feeling, of breathing.
Athalar and Baxian hung unconscious from the ceiling, their torsos
showing a patchwork of scars and burns. And the back...
In the almost silent chamber, the only sound was that of the drops
that fell without stopping, like a leaking tap. Blood was still oozing
from the stumps where his wings used to be. The Gorsian cuffs
delayed healing to almost human levels—preventing them from dying,
but ensuring they felt every second of pain.
Athalar's harsh, bloody grip, and the Umbra Mortis shook, the chains
restraining him.
— Wake up — ordered the Hammer, mockingly. - The day is beautiful.
Athalar opened his swollen eyes, his dark gaze glowing with hatred.
The halo painted again on his forehead seemed darker than the shadows
in the dungeon. The bruised mouth opened in a savage smile, revealing blood-
stained teeth.
— Good morning, flower of the day.
A low, ragged laugh sounded from Athalar's right. AND,
Despite knowing it was foolish, Lidia looked.
Ruhn Danaan, Prince Herdeiro dos Feéricos of Valbaran, to
stared.
His lip and eyebrow, where Pollux had ripped out the piercings, were
swollen and covered in blood. On the tattooed torso and arms above the head,
blood, dirt and bruises mixed together.
Baxian was still unconscious. Pollux had beaten him savagely the night
before, after cutting off his and Athalar's wings with a dull saw. The Hound
from Hell doesn't even
shuddered.
At night, Lidia tried, projecting her voice into the musty air between her
and the fairy prince. They had talked mentally outside of dreams, but she had
been trying since he got there. Again and again, she projected her mind into
his. He received only silence.
It had been like this since Ruhn discovered who she was. What she was.
She knew he could communicate, even with the Gorsian stones that
hindered his magic and slowed down his healing process. I knew he had
communicated with his sister before Bryce escaped.
Night.
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Lidia didn't bother to be bothered by the fact that her captain was
responding to the Hammer. Pollux had taken the Harpy's death
personally—sent Mordoc and the feral wolves to find any clue to Bryce
Quinlan's whereabouts.
He still believed that Bryce was responsible for the Harpy's death,
because Athalar and Ruhn had not revealed that Lidia was the killer.
They knew who she was, and the only thing stopping them from
revealing her secrets was the fact that she was crucial to the rebellion.
For a few moments, as Pollux turned away, Lidia allowed the mask
on her expression to fall away. It let Ruhn see his true face. The one
who had kissed his soul and shared everything he was with him, when
their true selves had merged.
Ruhn, he pleaded in his mind. Ruhn.
But the fae prince did not respond. The hate in your eyes doesn't
decreased. Then Lidia put on her Doe mask again.
And, as soon as Pollux put the cell phone in his pocket and raised
the whip again, the Doe ordered the Hammer, in a low, insensitive
voice that had been his shield for so
long: — It's better with the barbed wire, go get it.
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Bryce looked at the warrior next to Ruhn's almost twin. The male
who had found her, who carried the black dagger that had reacted to
Aster.
His hazel eyes showed nothing but coldness and
predatory surveillance.
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— Someone needs to start talking. — It was the little female who spoke,
the one who seemed shocked to hear Bryce speak in the Old Tongue and
to see the sword. The flickering braziers of something that resembled
primalux illuminated the silky locks of her chin-length hair, casting the
shadow of her thin jaw as if in high relief. He watched Bryce with his eyes,
an extraordinary shade of silver, impassive.
— You said your name is Bryce Quinlan. He said he comes from another
world... Midgard.
Rhysand murmured to the winged male at his side. Translating, perhaps.
He began to breathe more heavily. She had abandoned them. Your partner
and your brother. She had left them in that palace, in the hands of Rigelus.
The walls and ceiling seemed to compress, taking all the air from his lungs.
And now... now she was there. His hands were shaking. She closed them
into fists and squeezed.
Bryce took a slow, shaky breath. He exhaled and repeated. Then it opened
his eyes and asked again, in a firm and clear voice: — What world
is this?
His three interrogators responded nothing.
Then Bryce stared at the female, the smallest of the group, but definitely not
the least lethal.
— You said that it's been fifteen thousand years since anyone spoke the Old
Language here. Why?
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The fact that they were Fae and knew the language suggested some
connection between them and Midgard, a connection that, little by little,
Bryce began to understand with terrible clarity.
— Why did you have Gwydion's missing sword? —
replied the female coldly.
— What... are you talking about Aster? — Another connection between
worlds.
The three continued to stare at her. An impenetrable wall of
people used to getting answers, no matter what the cost.
Bryce had no weapons, nothing but the magic in his veins, the
Archesian amulet around his neck, and the Horn tattooed on his back. But
to wield them, it needed power, it needed to be recharged like a fucking
battery...
So, words were his best weapon. Thankfully,
according to Hunt, she had been a master at inventing lies for years.
“It's a family heirloom,” Bryce said. — It's been in my world since it was
taken there by my ancestors... fifteen thousand years ago. — He let the
last words sink in with a penetrating look at the female. Let her do the
math, like Bryce had done.
- I did not find it. — Bryce met his star-studded gaze. A more primal
part of her gave way to the intense power in his eyes. — I already said: my
intention was to go to Hell, but I ended up here.
- As?
The things below the manhole hissed louder, as if sensing his wrath.
Demanding blood.
Bryce swallowed. If they knew about the Horn, its power, the Gates...
what would stop them from using it, in the same way as Rigelus
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Bryce jumped back in his chair, almost tipping it over when he heard
the soft male voice in her mind. Rhysand's voice.
But she responded, thanking Luna for keeping her voice
calm and under control: Code of ethics for mental chatter?
She felt his hesitation, almost as if he were entertained. You
Have you come across this method of communication before?
Yes. That was all she would say about Ruhn.
Can I look at your memories? See for yourself?
No you can not.
Rhysand blinked slowly, and then said out loud, “Then we'll
have to trust your words.
The female mignon gasped at him.
- But...
Rhysand snapped his fingers and three chairs appeared behind them. He
sat gracefully on one of them, crossing his ankle above his knee. The synthesis
of beauty and fey arrogance. He looked at his companions.
— It's been a long, long time since anyone mentioned those names around
here.
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“I'd like to know, too,” Bryce replied, perhaps a little more fearlessly than
she should have been. — Believe me, all I wanted to do was get off your
back right now.
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Rhysand didn't need to read her mind... no, he seemed to be able to read
everything in her expression. He uncrossed his legs, placing both feet on the
stone floor.
— Allow me to draw the situation for you, Bryce Quinlan.
She forced herself to look into his star-studded eyes. He had faced the asteri,
the archangels and the fae kings, he could face him too.
The faces before her remained unfazed. Rhysand asked softly, “And what is the
unofficial version?”
Bryce swallowed hard, the flashes of the archives room coming into view.
in your mind.
— The asteri are ancients, immortal beings who feed on the power of others...
they extract the magic of a people, a world, and feed on it. We call it primalux. It is
the source of energy for our world, but above all theirs. They force us to hand it over
when we reach immortality... well, as close to immortality as we can get. Our
complete and developed power is withdrawn in a ritual called Descent, and, in this
process, part of it is drained and destined for the asteri's primalux stores. It is
imposed on our magic.
as a
She wasn't even going to mention what happened after death. How the power
that remained in their souls ended up being extracted as well, forced through the
Gate of the Dead by the Under-King and transformed into secundalux to further feed
the asteri. Whatever was left for them after the Under-King was satisfied.
“I think it's because she came from this world,” Bryce added.
—She seems to be connected to that dagger in some way. It was
forged here, became part of your history and then disappeared.
Right? It's been fifteen thousand years since you've seen it or spoken
this language... which fits perfectly with the timeline of when the
Starry Fae arrived on Midgard.
The Star-Spangled Ones — Theia, the queen, and Pelias, the
traitor-prince who usurped her. Theia took two daughters to Midgard
with her: Helena, who had been forced to marry Pelias, and another,
whose name has been lost to history. Much of the true history of
Theia has also been lost, either to time or to the political ideologies
of the Asteri. Aidas, Prince of the Gorge, was in love with her. Bryce knew that.
Theia combateu os asteri ao lado do Inferno, para libertar Midgard.
She ended up being killed by Pelias, and her name was almost
erased from all memories. Bryce carried Theia's light, Aidas had
confirmed. But beyond that, there was no information about the long-
dead queen, not even in the Asteri Archives.
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— So you believe — Amren said slowly, her silver eyes shining — that
our world is the third planet that has resisted these... asteri.
It was Bryce's turn to agree. She gestured to the cell and the kingdom
above.
— From what I learned in their archives, long before they came to my
world, the Asteri came here. They conquered, interfered and reigned in this
world. But the fey ended up defeating them. — She let out a short sigh,
analyzing each of the faces before her. - As? — The voice was hoarse,
desperate. — How did you do that?
But Rhysand only looked warily at Amren. She must have been some
court historian or scholar, as he often consulted her about the past. He said,
addressing her: — There's nothing like that in our history.
Bryce could have sworn Rhysand's face turned a little paler. Even Azriel
fidgeted in his seat, his wings rustling. Rhysand said firmly:
— But the story... does it seem true to you? asked Bryce. —Evil
bosses and immortals have taken over this world, and you have come
together to defeat them?
Their silence served as confirmation.
Still, Rhysand shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it.
Bryce opened his eyes. The ball remained silent and cloudy. She placed
her back on the floor and rolled her towards Rhysand.
He floated it on an invisible wind to his hand, then touched the
upside. And everything that was in her head started to pass.
It was even worse to watch it as some kind of puzzle of memories.
Seeing the violence, brutality and ease with which the Asteri and their
subordinates killed indiscriminately.
But what she felt was nothing compared to the surprise and terror on
each of their faces.
“Guns,” Bryce said, pointing to the rifle Randall fired at his memory being
broadcast, making the bullet perfectly hit the target half a mile away. —
Sulfur missiles. — She pointed to the golden blooming light of destruction as
the buildings of Lunathion crumbled around her. —
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Omega boats. —SPQM Faustus hunted in the dark depths of the ocean.
— Asteri. — Rigelus' incandescent power caused stone, glass, and the
world itself to explode.
Rhysand's face went impassive again, the mask of
coldness returning to its place.
— You live in a world like that.
It wasn't really a question, but Bryce agreed.
- Yes.
— And they want to bring all of this... here.
- Yes.
Rhysand stared into space, thinking about everything he had seen.
Azriel continued to stare into the space where, minutes before, the sphere
had shown the great destruction of her world. He seemed apprehensive
and yet calculating. She had seen that look on Hunt's face before. The
mind of a warrior in action.
Then Amren turned to Rhys and they exchanged a look. Bryce knew
that expression too. A silent conversation was going on between the two.
How Bryce and Ruhn talked so much
times.
His heart sank when he saw the scene, when he remembered it. But,
at the same time, it made me stay focused.
The asteri were there; under another name, but they were. The
ancestors of these fae defeated them. And Urd had sent her there—there,
and not to Hell. There, where she found, at the same moment, the dagger
that attracted Aster. As if it were the magnet that drew her to this world,
this ravine. Could this be the knife of prophecy?
She had believed that destroying the asteri would be as easy as
extirpating that primalux core, and yet Urd had sent her here. To the
original world of the Midgardian fey. She had no other choice but to trust
Urd's reasoning. And pray that Ruhn, Hunt, and everyone else he loved
on Midgard could hold it together until he found a way to return home.
If I could find...
Bryce examined the smooth, shiny silver grain in his hand.
Amren said, without looking at her:
AND
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— Just swallow and it will translate our mother tongue for you. AND
it will also allow you to speak it.
“How chic,” Bryce muttered.
She needed to find a way to get home. And if that meant getting to know
this world first... language skills would be useful, considering how much shit he
still had to say. And of course she didn't trust these people for a second, but if
she took into account the conversation they had, she highly doubted they would
try to poison her. Or that they were willing to do so, when cutting her throat
would be so much easier.
It wasn't the most comforting of ideas, but even so, Bryce put the silver grain
in his mouth, and with a lot of saliva he swallowed it.
He felt the cold metal on his tongue and throat, and he could have sworn he felt
it slide down to his stomach.
Lightning flashed in his brain. She was being split in two, her body couldn't
handle the searing light...
Tharion's blood dripped into the porcelain sink of the silent, dank
bathroom. The roars of the crowd resounded distantly through the cracked
green tiles. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth.
Pain spread through his bruised ribs.
Stand up.
He grabbed the cracked edges of the sink. He took another deep
breath, focusing on the words and fighting to keep his knees from giving out.
Stand up, damn you. I had taken a beating today.
The minotaur he had just faced in the Viper Queen's ring was twice
his weight and at least four feet taller. Tharion had a hole in his shoulder
from which blood gushed into the sink drain, thanks to the horns that he
was not fast enough to dodge. In addition to many broken ribs due to the
punches he received from fists the size of his head.
Tharion breathed again, grimacing through the pain, and grabbed the
small first-aid kit from the sink. His fingers trembled and he fumbled with
the bottle of potion needed to alleviate the pain and accelerate the healing
that his Vanir body was already processing.
He tossed the cork into the trash can next to the sink, on top of the
wad of bloody cotton bandages and handkerchiefs that had been left behind.
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used to clean his face. Somehow, being able to see her face and the
male beneath was more important than dealing with the pain—and
the hole in her shoulder.
His reflection was not pleasant. The bruises under his eyes
matched the bruises along his jaw, there were cuts in his mouth, and
his nose was swollen. All of it would disappear and be healed quickly,
but the emptiness in his eyes…it was his face, and yet it was the face
of a stranger.
Tharion didn't look at his own eyes in the mirror as he tilted the
flask and swallowed it all at once. A light, tasteless liquid filled his
mouth and throat. He had already taken shots like that. In a matter of
a few weeks, everything had gone wrong. His whole damn life had
gone wrong.
He had given up everything he was, what he once was and what
he could be.
He had chosen to be stuck with the Viper Queen. He was
desperate, but the weight of his decision suffocated him. He had
arrived two days ago and hadn't been allowed to leave the maze of
warehouses—not that he wanted to, anyway. They had even taken
care of his need to get back into the water: a special bathtub had
been set up downstairs, with water pumped directly from Istros.
Therefore, it had been days since I had been to the river or felt
the wind and sun or heard the usual conversations and noises of
normal life. I hadn't even found a window to the outside.
The door opened and a familiar feminine scent gave away the
newcomer's identity. As if at this hour, in this bathroom, it could be
anyone else.
The Viper Queen had a team of fighters. But those two... for the
past few days, she had treated them like prized racehorses. They
fought in prime time, and this bathroom was for private use, as was
the suite upstairs.
The Viper Queen owned them, and she wanted everyone to know
it.
— They're already waiting for you — Tharion's voice was hoarse
and he spoke over his shoulder to Ariadne. The haired dragon
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dark clothes, dressed in a black outfit that accentuated her lush curves, turned
to him.
Tharion and Ariadne must always look sensual and stylish, even when
Queen Viper ordered them to bleed to amuse the audience.
Tharion glanced at the wound, still frightening even as the skin began to
close—the sensation was similar to spiders crawling through the area.
Tharion gripped the sink with his hands. Ariadne patted the wound, wiping
away the blood, and he gripped the porcelain hard enough to make it creak
under his fingers. She locked her jaw to withstand the burn and, amidst the
silence, the dragon said:
— You can call me Ari.
— I thought you hated that nickname.
—It seems like everyone wants to use it, so it might as well be
It's my decision to let you call me that too.
—Was that your reasoning when you abandoned my friends just before a
death hunter attacked them? — He couldn't suppress the hurt in his voice, and
damn the idea of not contradicting her. — Everyone expected the worst from
you, so why go against that expectation?
She snorted.
— Your friends... you mean the witch and the redhead?
— Yes. Very noble of you to let go of them both.
— They seemed capable of taking care of themselves.
- And they are. But you left anyway.
— If you care so much about their safety, then maybe you should be there.
— Ari threw the tissue in the trash and picked up another one. — By the way,
who did you learn to fight from?
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He left the argument aside; they wouldn't get anywhere. He didn't even
know why he felt like talking about it at that moment, out of so many
opportunities.
— And I thought you didn't care about me.
— Let's say it's curiosity. You don't look... seriously
enough to be the Queen of Rio's Intelligence Captain.
— What a compliment.
But embers glowed in her eyes, so Tharion shrugged.
Ari was just getting started. With impressive calm, she assumed a
defensive stance against three male lion shifters, the enormous felines circling
her with lethal concentration. She turned towards them, without allowing the
lions to come to her rear; the scales on his skin were starting to glow and his
black eyes turned red.
Across the pit, the mirrored window overlooking the ring reflected only the
blinding spotlights. But Tharion knew who
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he was on the other side, amidst the luxurious attire of his private quarters;
who watched the dragon fight, evaluating the intensity of the crowd's roar.
oath to the Viper Queen, but he had also pledged himself to her.
And after all the shit that happened in Pangera...nowhere else was safe for
him, anyway. Only here, where the Viper Queen had been allowed to rule.
He watched Ari walk around the ring. You gave that up, he told himself
again, more firmly. To be here.
- You are a shame! — the other merman shouted.
A foamy liquid splashed onto his head and bare shoulders.
Tharion. The son of a bitch threw the beer at him.
Tharion growled at them, and the males had the good sense to take a
step back, as if they had just remembered what Tharion was capable of
when provoked. But before he could finish them off, one of the Viper
Queen's personal guards, one of those glassy-eyed fae deserters, said,
"Hey, big fish." The boss wants to talk to you. Now.
Tharion stiffened, but he had no other choice. The tightness in his belly
would only get worse as long as he resisted, it was better to get it over with.
So he left those assholes behind. He left Ari with the lions, who would
be fried in about twenty minutes, or after the dragon put on a show good
enough to please the crowd and got it over with, which he could have done
without even entering the ring.
He had no doubt that there would be some vendor waiting in the wings
to collect the fried carcasses and sell them at a nearby food stall. It wasn't
for nothing that the place was called Mercado da Carne.
The walk up the stairs to the room behind that mirrored window was
long and silent. He wished his mind worked like that too, so he didn't care.
It was easier said than done, when everything kept going in circles: the
attempted attack on the laboratory, Cormac's death... they were all so
stupid, thinking they could face the asteri. And then there he was.
Lesia's death a year ago. That last month had just been the result of all
that shit. How pathetic he had always been, a failure, beneath appearances.
“Try a little harder next time,” the Viper Queen hissed in his ear, her lips
brushing his skin. She sniffed. — Those damn mermen really soaked you.
She smiled. And he knew. She knew the moment he deserted and came
to her, to this life. He told himself that this was a refuge,
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but it was getting harder and harder to hide than to actually hide
treated.
A punishment that should have happened a long time ago.
The Viper Queen slid one of her gold-painted fingernails across her wrist. He opened
a vein in which that milky, opalescent poison stirred, the poison that made him see the
gods.
— Come on — she insisted, and Tharion wanted to scream, cry and run as he took
her arm to his mouth and sucked out a mouthful of poison.
It was beautiful. It was horrible. And it hit right away. Stars shone in the air and
time slowed to a languid, dense rhythm; the exhaustion and pain disappeared.
He had heard the rumors long before he got there: her poison was the best high an
immortal would feel in his life. After tasting it, there was no way to disagree. She didn't
blame the fae deserters who served as her bodyguards in exchange for some of that.
***
Meat. The owl-headed Vanir was the third person they spoke to that
night, hoping to get news of their missing friends. He was the twelfth
vagrant they had contacted in the last two days.
And Ithan was getting so tired of this useless talk that he started
mocking Flynn: — Is that
what fae do? They abandon their friends
Suffering?
— Fuck you, wolf — complained Flynn, but without taking his eyes
off where Declan and Marc were putting their charm to the test. Even
Flynn, who used to be unflappable, now had deep circles under his
eyes and had barely smiled in the last few days. He seemed to be
getting as little sleep as Ithan.
Despite everything, Ithan aimed straight for the
jugular: — So Ruhn's life is more important than...
— Ruhn is in a fucking dungeon being tortured by the asteri — shot
Flynn. — Tharion is here because he defected. He chose this life.
close, vigilant and tense. The three fire elves were lying down, hanging
around her shoulders, dozing.
Right. Ithan's other frustration in the last few days: giving a
Sigrid Fendyr's nanny.
It would have been better to leave her at the fae males' home—which he
now assumed was also her home—but she refused and insisted on
accompanying them.
Just as Sigrid insisted on seeing and knowing everything. If he thought
she would break out of her mystical tank and cower, he thought wrong.
She was nothing more than a nosy on those two days, wanting to know the
whole story of the Fendyr, their enemies, Ithan's enemies... anything and
everything that had happened while she was the Astronomer's prisoner.
He hadn't talked much about his own past; not even a word about her
father, whose story she didn't know until Ithan told her. Long ago, the male
had been the Presumed Cousin, until his sister, Sabine, challenged him and
won. Ithan thought she had murdered him, but apparently she chose to exile
Sigrid's father, and that's where she was born. Everything else about the
story was a complete mystery.
A part of Ithan didn't want to know what circumstances had been so dire as
to make a Fendyr sell his heiress—sell an alpha—to the Astronomer.
The heiress was just sitting quietly at that moment because, as soon as
she stepped into the Meat Market, she said, with contempt: Who would want
to shop in a disgusting place like this? This made Declan and Marc's job a
thousand times more difficult because it provoked the wrath of every
salesperson who heard it.
The gossipers made sure everyone else knew too.
Then Flynn ordered her to sit down alone. Well, alone except for her little
hot-headed entourage. Wherever Sigrid went, the pixies went with her.
Ithan didn't know if that bond was the result of years in the tank, a shared
trauma, or if it was just because they were females living together in a house
full of males, but the four of them together were pure pain. AND
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— Yes, and all it takes is for someone to mention to Amelie or Sabine that
you have a wolf with you and they'll know. I can't believe they haven't come
running yet.
— Sabine is cruel, but she is not stupid. There was no way to start a riot in
the Viper Queen's territory.
— No, she will wait for us to cross the DCC and set up an ambush for us.
— The angels had long ignored anything that happened in the streets of their
district, more concerned with the comings and goings in their gigantic towers.
Ithan stared at the male. Most of the time he got along well with Flynn; I
even liked him. But since the disappearance of Ruhn, Hunt and Bryce...
Disappearance wasn't the right word, at least in the case of Ruhn and Hunt.
They were imprisoned, and Bryce... no one knew what happened to her. And
that's why they were there, looking for any information they could get, as
searches on Declan's computer turned up nothing.
Any information they could have about Bryce, Ruhn, Athalar... they were
desperate. They wanted direction, a spark that would light the way. Anything
was better than sitting around doing nothing, knowing nothing.
normal in the world. While they continued to work for the Aux, Prince
Ruhn's absence was excused as a long-needed vacation.
— I once heard a satyr say that he sells salt and other things.
Ithan looked at the balcony, at the closed green door where the satyr
lived. He knew exactly who she was talking about, thanks to all those visits
he had made in the past, on behalf of Aux. The bum did all kinds of
smuggling.
Sigrid noticed where Ithan's attention had gone and looked in the same
direction as him.
— Does he live there?
Sigrid ignored the goblins, her teeth flashing as she glared at Ithan.
— I want to know why this satyr thinks it's cool to serve people like
Astrôn...
— We didn't come here looking for trouble — Ithan said, without moving
out of her way.
But she sidestepped him, stomping like a true Fendyr, a force of nature
—one he was just beginning to see blossom.
But he fought that urge, ignored it. He faced the wolf with his own authority.
The Fendyr may have been alphas for generations, but the Holstroms were
not submissive. They were also alphas—leaders and warriors in their own
right.
It seems like he would let this female boss him around, whether she was
a Fendyr or not.
Flynn's chair scraped on the floor, but Ithan didn't take his eyes off it.
of Sigrid as the fae male advanced towards them and protested:
— What the fuck is your problem? Go growl at each other somewhere
else that doesn't attract everyone's attention at the Meat Market, dammit.
it was very poorly directed. Declan stood next to his boyfriend and placed an arm
on his broad shoulders.
— I think it's past time for someone to go to sleep.
Sigrid growled. But the goblins slid from his shoulders to
float in front of her face, and Sasa said, cautiously:
— Siggy, we're here to... do other things. Maybe we
can come back another day.
Ithan almost laughed when he heard the nickname. Someone as intense as
the female in front of him shouldn't be called Siggy.
—The next time they let us out of the house — Sigrid protested, furiously — it
will be in days or weeks.
— I must remind you — said Declan, slowly — that you are currently Sabine's
number one enemy.
— Let her come after me — Sigrid replied, without hesitating for a second. —
I have scores to settle.
— May Luna keep me — murmured Flynn. Ithan could have sworn she saw
the elves nodding as they settled back onto her shoulders. The fae lord turned to
Declan and Marc. - Any news?
Declan sank into his chair and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pad.
indicator.
— Are you honest? We were lucky not to end up in those dungeons
either.
“We need to get them out of there,” Flynn said, crossing his arms.
muscular. On his left shoulder, Rithi imitated the gesture.
“Only Urd knows what state they are in now,” said Declan,
desolate. — We probably need medwitches around.
— You have healing magic — countered Flynn.
“Yes,” Dec said, shaking his head, “but the types of injuries they would
have... I would need to work with a team of trained professionals.
— And that merman ship? — Flynn suggested. —The one who caught
them in Ydra. It was faster than the omega boats and seems pretty good
at hiding from the asteri too.
“Flynn,” warned Marc, looking at the crowded market. Full
with attentive ears.
Ithan kept his voice low.
— Tharion could take us to that ship.
He expected Flynn to roll his eyes at the mention of Ketos' help, but
the male just looked up at the second floor.
— He can't leave this market.
None of them had seen or heard from the merman since he left for
Pangera. But they learned of his whereabouts thanks to a piece of neon
green paper stuck to a lamp post, announcing the next fight that would
take place in the Viper Queen's ring, with Tharion as the main attraction. It
was quite evident what had happened: the defector male left the Blue
Court straight there.
Ithan argued:
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“She lived in a tank for who knows how long,” Flynn commented, his
gaze on Sigrid. — I think we managed to stay in a comfortable submarine,
which looks like a city.
Sigrid shivered...a crack in her arrogant facade.
“Careful,” Ithan warned Flynn.
The elves murmured, comforting Sigrid; its flames were an intense red.
But Sigrid got up silently and went to an opal seller nearby. Her clothes, the
sweatshirt and pants that Ithan had given her, were loose on her thin body,
swaying with each step.
“You need to remind her to shower,” Dec said softly, his eyes shining
with concern.
She didn't know what shampoo was. Or soap. Or conditioner.
He didn't even know what a shower was, and he refused to step under the
spray of water until Ithan did it first, fully clothed, to demonstrate that it was
safe. Which was not a different version of the tank.
“For all I care, my parents and sister can go to Hell,” Flynn said.
She was like a powder keg. An alpha, yes, but without training. I couldn't
control my impulses, which were too unpredictable most of the time. Little
by little, she could
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learn the necessary skills, but time was not our greatest ally at that moment.
“Very convenient,” said Flynn, “since you were insisting that we release him just
now.”
— Two birds with one stone.
— Tharion can't leave — Marc reflected — but nothing stops him from talking to
us. Maybe he can give us some
contacts.
“There's only one way to find out,” Ithan said.
Flynn sighed, and Ithan took that as agreement.
— Someone needs to send her home. — He pointed to Sigrid over his shoulder.
Ithan opened his mouth, but... that's okay. Smirking at the males, he went to get
the alpha. And spare the opal seller his endless questions.
How do you know they bring luck, love or joy? What do colors have to do with all
this? What evidence do you have that this works?
He couldn't say whether this need to question everything and everyone was pure
curiosity, the result of having spent years in prison.
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in that tank or just the alpha stance. She needed to put the world in
order.
Ithan grabbed Sigrid's elbow to indicate he was nearby, but she
started again. Ithan took a step back, hands in the air as the opal
seller watched everything intently.
- Sorry.
She didn't like being touched. She only allowed him to touch her
to wash her hair the first night, when she had no idea what she should
do.
Ithan gestured for her to go back to where the males were, and
she walked beside him, some distance away. Most wolves needed
touch—craved it. Had that instinct been stolen from her after so many
years in the tank?
When I thought about it, it was harder to be angry with her.
— How do I get used to this? — asked Sigrid amidst the sizzling
of the meat being fried and the customers' conversations.
Behind her, the goblins were still hovering near the collection of opals,
commenting on the stones. He couldn't understand how the three
elves had adapted so quickly to this strange and large world. They
were also prisoners of the Astronomer, trapped in his rings.
Ithan asked: —
Get used to what?
Sigrid looked at her hands, her thin body beneath her hoodie.
Shoppers who passed by and noticed the wolf — and him — stayed
away.
— The feeling of being trapped in a decomposing corpse.
He blinked.
— I, ah... — He couldn't imagine himself in her place, suddenly a
body of flesh, blood and bones after years floating in the isolation
tank. — You need to give it time.
She looked down. It didn't seem like the answer I wanted to hear.
“Sigrid,” he said again, “you… you're doing great.
— Why do you keep calling me that? she asked.
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— It was the name Sasa chose for you — replied Ithan, with a pleasant
smile.
— Why do I need a name? I lived a long time without having one.
— An alpha needs a name. A person needs a name. The Astronomer let
you make the Descent... you'll stay alive for centuries.
After being pressed, she revealed that she was somehow making the
Descent into the isolation tank; I couldn't say when or how.
But he was relieved to hear that she was protected.
— I don't want to talk about the Descent. — Her voice sounded monotonous,
without intonation.
- Me either. — He would like to know what her experience was like, but
not there. Not when they had gotten close to the three males who were
waiting for them. The goblins finally emerged from the depths of the opal tent
and approached quickly, like three columns of fire burning through the dry
warehouse.
— So we go there and knock? asked Flynn, pointing to the metal, vault-
like door at the top of the stairs.
It was the entrance to the Viper Queen's private quarters.
Marc looked into Ithan's eyes. Had he explained to Sigrid that Marc would
walk her home?
Ithan withdrew. No, there wasn't.
Marc glared at him. Coward, the leopard's gaze seemed to say. But he
tensed, paralyzed.
— Stay still.
The others obeyed, the two fae males reaching for their weapons at their
sides. The movement at the Meat Market continued, with people unconcerned,
selling, negotiating and cooking. Even so...
“I don't know what language the tattoo is in,” Bryce insisted. — My friend did it
when I was blacked out...
— Don't lie — warned Rhysand in a soft threat. He would kill her. Whatever
the language was, it was apparently so bad that the tattoo seemed to say stick
the knife here.
Amren walked over to Bryce, looking at the tattoo that, without shadow
of doubts, it still shone behind the fabric of his white shirt.
— I feel something in those lyrics... — Bryce tensed. — Go get Nesta.
Azriel murmurou.
—Cassian won't like this.
— Cassian can handle it. Nesta will be able to feel this better than I can.
In the lobby, the female was wearing dark leather similar to Azriel and
Rhys's, and she stood there, serene and cold. A warrior.
His blue-gray gaze slid to Bryce, who slowly sank back into the chair,
almost numb. Whatever was in those eyes...
They all stared at Bryce once again, with unreadable expressions. Who
would attack first? Four against one... she wouldn't get out of there alive.
- What is that? Nesta asked Bryce, pointing to her back. — How can
some words written on your skin be... Made?
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— I can't answer the question if you don't tell me what the fuck it means
to be Made.
— Don't tell her anything. — warned Amren. She pointed to the door.
— You've already done your job and told us what we needed to know.
See you later.
Nesta's eyebrows rose as she realized she was
being dismissed. But she looked at Bryce and smiled sharply. — It's
better to cooperate, believe me.
“That's what they told me,” Bryce replied, clenching his fists at the side
of his chair. She tucked her hands under her thighs to keep from doing
anything stupid.
Nesta's eyes sparkled with amusement as she registered the movement.
The time has passed. Trays of simple food appeared from time to time:
bread, beef stew—or what she assumed was beef stew—hard cheese.
Foods similar to those of
House.
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Even the herbs were similar. Had the fae of this world taken them to Midgard?
Or are plants like thyme and rosemary somehow universal? Existing throughout
space?
Or perhaps the Asteri brought these herbs of their own
home world and planted them on all the planets they conquered.
She knew it was silly to think about that kind of thing, that she had much bigger
concerns than an intergalactic vegetable garden. But he soon lost interest in eating,
and thinking about everything else was... too much.
No one else came to visit her. Bryce entertained himself by tossing peas from
the stew through the grate, counting the seconds until he heard the soft chirp, and
then the hisses and roars of whatever was lurking below.
She didn't want to know. His imagination thought of many options, all with sharp
teeth and voracious appetites.
He tried to open the door only once. It wasn't locked, but a wall of dark night filled
the doorway, making the hallway pitch black beyond sight and preventing anyone
from entering or leaving. She turned on her starlight, which was also useless in the
face of such darkness.
Maybe this was some kind of sick test. To see if she could overcome their
strongest powers and protections, to evaluate her as an opponent. Maybe they
wanted to see what the Horn—whatever it was made of—could do. But she didn't
need to use her starlight against that darkness to realize it would have no effect. He
could feel that power in his bones.
Bryce searched his memory for any alternative escape tactic, remembering
everything Randall had taught him, but he couldn't use any of it to overcome that
impenetrable power.
It was true that Hypaxia had strengthened her against the deathhunter, but there
was no guarantee that the witch-queen's magic was enough to open a Gate.
And did she need the Gate to return home? Micah had used the Horn on her
back to open all seven Gates in the Crescent City, blocks away. When she landed
there, there was no structure nearby that could even be seen as a Gate. Just a
huge lawn, the river and the house that she could barely make out through the
dense fog.
They proved with their laws and rules that they kept females oppressed, that they
were little more than a commodity. Bryce had turned those rules against them at
the Autumnal Equinox to marry Hunt, but by those same rules, she technically
belonged to him now. She was a princess, for Urd's sake, and yet she was the
property of the untitled male she had been with.
married.
Bryce leaned against the cell wall, with his knees close to his chest, and tried
to organize everything, laying out the puzzle pieces in front of him.
***
“We shouldn't have brought her,” Flynn muttered as they hurried between
the stalls of the Meat Market, heading for an alternative exit on the
quieter side of the warehouse. — Fuck, I warned you, Holstrom...
“I ordered him to bring me,” said Sigrid, who was running alongside
Ithan, the elves' fire a faint yellow as they curled around her shoulders.
Ithan felt a pang when he saw the scene. An alpha defended him. He
took responsibility, even though it made it seem like he was taking
orders. The alphas he had lived with in recent years had used their power
and dominance for their own benefit. Danika had used her position to
support those beneath her, in her reckless way, but she was gone. He
thought he would never meet someone like Danika again, but maybe...
Beside him, Sigrid was super agitated, as if the howls had triggered a
response in her too.
“Then let's run away,” Flynn said. — Where will we meet if we get separated?
The question hung in the air. What place would be safe in that fucking city,
on that planet? Considering the connections they had with imprisoned traitors,
the list of options was quite limited. Where would Bryce have gone? She would
have found someone bigger and badder... or smarter, at least. She would have
gone to the gallery, perhaps, to the protected wings, but the sanctuary of Jesiba
Roga no longer existed.
The Griffin Antique Shop was never renovated or reopened. So there was...
“Amelie,” Ithan whispered. If they went back the way they came, they would
have to fight. Not with just any pack, but with the second most powerful in Lunathion.
Still, walking out that door into the merciless city, with no set allies to protect them...
Ithan bared his teeth. Flynn, Dec and Marc deactivated the security locks.
safety of your weapons.
But Sabine only said to Sigrid, showing a mouth full of fangs: — You look like
him.
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Pain, darkness and silence. The world of Hunt Athalar was made of just that.
new.
But inside him, beyond the sea of pain and despair, Bryce was his entire world.
There was Bryce and nothing but her. Not even Pollux's barbed wire whip
could tear her face from his mind. Not even a saw with unsharpened blades could
remove the image while
cut off his wings.
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Bryce, who had managed to escape. He had gone to Hell in search of help.
He would stay there, allow Pollux to make mincemeat of him, clip his wings
again and again, if it meant keeping the asteri's attention away from her. If only
that could buy her time to reassemble the strength they needed to take down
these sons of bitches.
I would rather die than tell you where she was. His only consolation was
knowing that Ruhn would do the same.
Baxian, bleeding and dangling on the other side of Ruhn, didn't know where
Bryce had gone, but he knew a lot about what she'd been doing lately. Still, the
Hellhound hadn't given Pollux a single piece of information. Hunt expected
nothing less from a male Urd who had chosen to partner with Danika Fendyr.
It was silent now; the only sound was the clanking of chains.
Blood, piss and shit accumulated on the floor, the smell was almost as
unbearable as the pain.
Pollux was creative, Hunt had to admit. While others might have chosen to
stick a knife in the stomach and twist, the Hammer knew where the exact spots
were on the feet to whip and burn, causing as much agony as possible to the
victim but still keeping them conscious.
Or maybe it was the Doe who learned these tricks. She stood behind her
lover and watched, with expressionless eyes, as the Hammer destroyed them
little by little.
That was the other secret he and Danaan kept. Who and what the Doe
was.
He was beginning to lose consciousness, a pleasant release that Hunt had
come to crave as much as Bryce's body entwined with his own. Sometimes he
pretended that when he fell into the darkness, he was falling into her arms, into
her pleasurable, intense heat.
Bryce. Bryce. Bryce.
Her name was like a prayer, an order.
I had little hope of getting out of there alive. His only mission was to make
sure he stalled enough for Bryce to do what he needed to do. After the series
of colossal screw-ups he had made over the centuries... it was the least he
could offer.
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He should have seen this coming. Part of him had predicted it a few weeks
ago, when he'd tried to convince Bryce not to go down this path. I should have
insisted more. He should have said it was inevitable that things would turn out
this way, especially if he was involved.
He knew he couldn't trust Celestina, with all that shit about the new
governor, new rules. He had allowed her to convince him, and the fucking
archangel had betrayed them all. That little talk about being friends with
Shahar... he had swallowed it all.
He had let the memories of his long-dead beloved confuse his instincts, as
Celestina had certainly bet they would.
What was this if not another rebellion of the Fallen? On a smaller scale, of
course, but there was much more at stake this time.
At that time, he had lost his army and his beloved. I knew she was dying as
time stretched and slowed terribly around her. I knew she was dead when time
resumed its normal speed, and the entire world had changed with it.
However, the ties that now bound him to others—not just to Bryce, but to
the two males who were with him in this dungeon—became unbearable. Their
pain was his pain, and perhaps worse than what he had endured.
— Do you want to... hear... a joke? — The prince didn't wait for a
response before continuing: — Two angels... and a fairy prince...
enter... a dungeon...
Ruhn didn't finish, nor did he need to. A broken laugh and
hoarsely escaped Hunt. After Baxian. Then from Ruhn.
As much as each movement sent pain reverberating through his
arms, back, and throughout his broken body, Hunt couldn't stop
laughing. It was a sound that bordered on hysteria. Soon the tears
were streaming down his face and, from the smell, he knew that the
others were also laughing and crying, as if that were the funniest
thing in the world.
The chamber door opened with a bang, echoing off the stones
like thunder.
“Shut the fuck up,” Pollux protested as he walked down the stairs.
stairs, with wings shining in the dim light.
Hunt laughed louder. They heard footsteps coming behind the
Hammer; a man with dark hair and brown skin followed him: the
Falcon. The last member of Sandriel's triaries.
—What the fuck is their problem? — He looked contemptuously
at Pollux.
“They're a bunch of idiots, that's the problem,” replied Pollux,
strutting over to the rack of torture instruments and grabbing an iron
poker. He thrust it into the embers of the fire, golden light outlining its
white wings in a false celestial aura.
- Idiot.
Ruhn laughed. The Falcon spun to the shelf, where he picked up a
long, curved knife. The kind that was designed to rip out organs when
pulled. Hunt remembered this one from the last time he saw her.
Ruhn laughed again, almost as if he were drunk.
- How creative.
— Let's see if you'll keep laughing in a little while, little prince — said
the Falcon, receiving a smile from Pollux while the Hammer waited for
the poker to heat up. “I heard your cousin Cormac beg for mercy before
the end.
“Fuck you,” Ruhn swore.
The hawk shifter weighed the knife in his hands.
— He was disinherited by his father. Or what's left of his body. —
He winked at Ruhn. — Your father did the same.
Even in pain, Hunt didn't fail to notice the shock that came across
Ruhn's face. For his father's betrayal? Or because of his cousin's death?
Did those things even matter when they were there?
Baxian replied the Falcon, with a harsh voice:
— You're a fucking liar. Always has been... and always will be.
The Falcon smiled at Baxian.
— How about we start with your language, traitor?
Baxian stuck his tongue out at Falcão like an invitation.
Hunt smiled. Yes... they were all in this together. Until the sad end.
The Falcon fluttered angrily as he saw them defy him in this way, his
white wings glowing with unearthly power. But, little by little, a smile
appeared on his face. It was terrible and remarkable the delight that came
over him as Pollux turned, the poker glowing and rippling with heat.
Hunt opened his mouth to say something cheeky before the horrendous spectacle began,
but in the dim light behind Pollux, beyond the fireplace, something dark moved. Something
darker than the shadow.
They were not Ruhn's shadows. The prince didn't seem to be able to conjure them with
the Gorsian shackles restraining him. Only the prince's mental conversation ability remained.
Observing Hunt
Was it a hallucination? It would be bad, because it meant he had some infection that not
even his immortal body could fight; good, because it meant he could slip silently into the arms
of death. Bad, because it meant the Asteri could turn all their attention to Bryce; good, because
the pain would disappear. Bad, because he still had a silly and meaningless hope, deep in his
heart, that he would see her again; Good, because if he was dead, Bryce wouldn't come looking
for him.
Across the room, the thing in the shadows moved. Just a little. As if she had gestured to
him, a finger curling, inviting him closer.
***
Night.
Rising onto the raft of oblivion, Ruhn floated through a sea of pain.
The last thing he remembered was the sound and sight of his small intestine spilling onto
the floor, a pain as intense as... well, as intense as the curved knife that Falcão had plunged
into his belly.
He wondered when the shapeshifter would disembowel them with his hawk-like claws, as
he liked to do. Ruhn could easily imagine it: the Falcon perched on his torso,
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tearing out its organs, pecking them with that sharp beak. He would heal and then the
Falcon would start again. Again and again...
Ruhn had been a fool to think that anything that would happen here could be
worse than the years of torture at his father's hands. The burns, the Gorsian cuffs that
his father had placed on him to stop him from reacting, to stop him from healing... at
that time, at least, he had been able to develop his own ways of surviving, of
recovering. But now there was only pain, forgetfulness and more pain.
Would he have died? Or had he been a mere step away from death, as a Vanir
might have been if the blow had not been fatal? His fey body would regenerate the
organs, no matter how much the Gorsian shackles delayed the healing.
Night.
The female voice echoed across the starry sea. Like a lighthouse shining in the
distance.
Night.
There, there was no escaping his voice. If he got up, the pain would overwhelm
the raft and he would drown. So he had no choice but to listen, to head towards that
lighthouse.
Gods, what did he do to you?
Anger and sadness permeated the question that came from everything around
him, came from within him.
Ruhn managed to say Nothing you haven't already done a thousand times.
So, she got on the raft with him. Lidia. Fire dripped from her body, but he could
see her perfect face. The most beautiful female I had ever seen. A mask of perfection
over a rotten heart.
He must have died today. Or come close to it, to make her go to read. All his
defenses had been exhausted and she had managed to penetrate his mental wall for
the first time since he discovered who she was.
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What would they have done to Cormac, so that he would die once
and for all?
He couldn't stop the memory from washing over him. He remembered
sitting next to Cormac in that bar before they went to the Eternal City, the
moment he thought he caught a glimpse of the person his cousin could
have been. The friend Cormac could have become, if he hadn't been
systematically stripped of any kindness by King Morven.
He should not have been shocked to learn that the two kings had
disowned their sons. Although one king had fire in his veins and the other
had shadows, Einar and Morven were more alike than other people
realized.
Ruhn had always harbored the faint hope that his father would see
the Asteri for who they really were, and that if it came to that, his father
would make the right choice. That the planetarium in his office, the years
he'd spent searching for patterns in light and space... that it meant
something bigger. That they weren't just useless studies from a bored
member of royalty who needed to feel more important than he actually
was.
That hope had died. Dad was a fucking coward,
a weak.
Ruhn, called Lidia, and he hated the sound of her name coming out of
that creature's mouth. He hated her. He turned sideways, facing away
from her.
I understand why you're angry, that you must hate me, she began, her
voice hoarse. Ruhn, the... the things I did... I need you to understand why
I did that. Why do I keep doing all this.
Save your bullshit drama for someone who cares.
Ruhn, please.
The raft creaked and he knew she was trying to get closer again. But
he couldn't bear her touch, the plea in her voice, the emotion that no one
in the world had heard from the Doe but him.
Sigrid stopped. Ithan didn't dare take his eyes off Sabine to read her
expression.
— All this effort... because of you? — Sabine looked at her curved
claws. — At least I promise it will be quick. That's more than I can say
about your sister. Poor puppy.
“Leave her alone,” Ithan growled, balancing on his toes and preparing
to jump at Sabine. To take a final and disastrous position.
— You're going to need more than bullets to take me down, little fae.
Ithan had told Flynn that Sabine wasn't stupid enough to start a mess in
the Viper Queen's territory, but, when he saw the hateful look in the
Presumptive Cousin's eyes, he wondered if the anger and fear she felt had
surpassed the minimum of good. sense. Then he put his claws out.
— Who are you going to tell? Celestina won't mind. And the Autumn King
wants a new beginning for the Valbaran fae, he won't get involved in that.
Sabine jumped.
Declan fired his gun at the same time Flynn fired
with an explosive sound.
Sigrid fell to her knees, claws scratching her face as she shielded her
ears from the noise. Flynn came forward with his gun in hand, shooting again
at the fallen wolf that was bleeding on the dirty sidewalk of the alley.
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—The other wolves... were silent. — The howls that were getting
closer and closer stopped completely.
“I'm glad someone noticed,” he said slowly.
a female voice at the end of the alley.
The Viper Queen was leaning against a filthy wall, a lit cigarette
between her fingers, her white jumpsuit shining like the moon under the
flickering primalux of the streetlights. She looked down at Sabine's body.
The purple-painted mouth curved upward as his gaze lifted to Ithan.
***
— Yes, but I believe that Irithys could be... a motivation for Athalar.
Rigelus kept pace beside her, graceful despite his long legs. The fey
teenager's body masked the immortal monster that hid below.
Lidia had only been there once during her time with the Asteri.
She had also been accompanied by Rigelus and her father.
A private tour of the palace, offered by the Radiant Hand herself to
one of her most loyal subjects — and one of the richest. And Lidia, young
and still full of hatred and disdain for the world, was willing to join them.
She became that person again when Rigelus placed his hand on the
door. The lead flashed and then the door opened.
The oppressive heat and humidity of the place had not changed since
that first visit. When Lidia entered behind Rigelus, the air stuck to her
face and neck again.
The hall stretched ahead, the thousand bathtubs sunk into the stone
floor glowing with a pale light that illuminated the bodies floating within.
Masks, bathtubs, and machines hummed and hissed; the salt formed a
crust on the stones between the tanks,
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some parts full of the substance. And in front of the machines, already making
a long bow to Rigelus...
A withered humanoid form, veiled and dressed in grayish attire, of a material
transparent enough to reveal the bony body beneath, stood in front of the
enormous table at the entrance to the room. The Lady of the Mystics. If she
had a name, Lidia had never heard it spoken.
Above her veiled head, a hologram rotated, with stars and planets whizzing
by. Every constellation and galaxy in which, now, mystics searched for Bryce
Quinlan.
How many corners of the universe were left?
That wasn't what Lidia needed to worry about, not right now. Not when
Rigelus said, “I need Irithys.”
The lady raised her head, but her body remained hunched over with old
age, so thin that the knots in her spine protruded beneath her transparent robe.
— The queen has been in a bad mood, Your Radiance. Have what
she will not fulfill your request.
Rigelus just pointed down the hall, bored.
— Still, let's try.
The lady curtsied again and limped past the tubs and machines, the trail of
her robes white from the salt.
Rigelus walked past the mystics without even looking down. They were
little more than cattle to him. Gears of a machine to help meet your needs. But
Lidia couldn't help but look at the wet faces as she passed by. Everyone resting,
whether they wanted to or not.
Where did they all come from, the dreamers locked in there? What Hell did
they or their families endure to make it worth it? And what skills did they possess
to guarantee this supposed honor of serving the Asteri?
Rigelus approached the center of the hall, which was glowing dimly. There,
in a crystal bubble the size of a melon, slept a female made of pure flame.
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Her long hair hung around her in golden waves and fiery curls, and her
slim, graceful limbs were bare. The Goblin Queen may not have been
bigger than Lidia's hand, but even at rest she had a presence. As if she
were the little sun this place orbited around.
Bryce left untouched on the tray what she assumed was dinner—roasted
chicken, more bread, and some herbed potatoes. No one had come over in
the hours that had passed, so she assumed they would come and check on
her in the morning, or maybe wait until she was banging on that wall and
howling for someone to come talk to her.
Hours had passed, and that was the best she could do.
“Pathetic,” he muttered, playing with the Archesian amulet.
up and down the current. — Fucking pathetic.
What was happening to Hunt? With Ruhn? Will it still
they were...
Bryce stood up from his crouched position against the wall. He went to
the grate in the center of the room. A chorus of hisses echoed as she
approached. “Yeah,
okay, I heard you,” he muttered, kneeling down and pulling the grate off
the floor, his fingers stretching painfully with the effort.
But, inch by inch, the grate moved out of place, scraping loudly against the
stone floor.
She waited a moment, listening for the sound of her captors approaching.
When no one came to investigate the noise, Bryce peered into the dark pit
she had dug.
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She didn't know if that would manifest itself in Rhysand going against
her polite insistence in asking for consent to search her mind or in Azriel
cutting her with that black knife. Either way, Bryce didn't want to be around
to find out.
She looked at the hole, at the beasts.
That grain of magic that altered the language in your brain and made the
Horn glow left something in his chest. Enough fuel...
She would have a nanosecond to teleport — cross, as they called it
there — to the beasts. To that piece of rock
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which she noticed jutting out just above them, a little wider than her foot.
Then she would have to see if there was any way out. Some tunnel they
moved through underground in this place.
Unless it was just a hole, a real cage where they sat in the darkness
and waited for meat—dead or alive—to be thrown at them.
Every minute there counted. Every minute made Hunt and Ruhn more
time in the hands of Rigelus. If they were still alive.
—Hunt. Ruhn. Mom. Dad. Fury. June. Syrinx. — She whispered
names, fighting the tightness in his throat.
I had to get out of there. Before these people decided the risk she
posed was too great and dealt with her intelligently. Or before they
decided they liked Rigelus's idea of Midgard and realized it would make
an excellent peace offering...
Hunt would say she had lost her mind. Ruhn would tell her to try to
tell her captors more lies, to try to win them over.
But Danika...
Danika would have jumped.
Danika had jumped into the depths of the Descent with Bryce.
Knowing there would be no return trip for her.
Danika, whose death Rigelus had planned, manipulating Micah into
killing her.
A white fog blurred Bryce's vision. Primal rage coursed through his
body, the kind only fey could feel.
It sharpened his vision and made his muscles tense. The star on his chest
shined with a soft light.
“Fuck it,” she said.
And teleported to the hole.
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***
Tharion assumed he was still high and hallucinating when Ithan Holstrom,
Declan Emmett, Tristan Flynn, Marc Rosarin, and an unknown she-wolf—
carrying three very familiar goblins—entered the suite. They were escorted
by the Viper Queen and six of her drugged fae bodyguards.
Lying on the couch in front of the television, so relaxed it felt like his
bones had melted into the cushions, Tharion could barely lift his head as
the group entered. He gave them a lazy, content smile.
- Hi friends.
Declan let out a sigh.
—Damn Flaming Soles, Tharion.
Tharion's face heated. He could imagine what he looked like, but he
couldn't convince his body to move. The head was very heavy and the
limbs were very weak. He closed his eyes, sinking into that sweet sensation.
—What the fuck is going on here? — Flynn growled. —Did you do this
to him?
Tharion only realized that Ari had entered the room when she hissed at
Flynn.
- I? Do you think I go around drugging defenseless people?
— You go around abandoning them — Flynn countered. — Or was that
just with Bryce and Hypaxia?
— Go back to your little group, cute — Ari replied.
— I'll let you all catch up — the Viper Queen
he hummed and left, closing the doors behind him with a soft thud.
Tharion managed to open his eyes.
— Why are you here? —By Ogenas, your mouth looked so soft.
Tharion just looked at the fae warrior, at the blurred outline of Declan,
and took in the terrible news.
“Man, your pupils are huge,” Flynn said. No wonder
that his vision was so hazy. — What are you taking?
- You do not even wanna know.
“Her poison,” Ari replied. —, That's what he's high on.
“You look horrible,” said Declan, moving closer to look at
Tharion. — Your shoulder...
“Minotaur,” growled Tharion. — It's healing. I dont want
talk about it. Where did Bryce go?
“We don't know,” said Declan.
— Damn — cursed Tharion in a long sigh. He felt the word echo in every
bone and vein. Before he could ask further, he noticed Ari sizing up the group,
his gaze focusing on the wolf next to Holstrom.
- I know you.
The wolf's chin lifted.
— I say the same, dragon.
Tharion must have looked confused, because Holstrom said, “This is
Sigrid... Fendyr.
Yes, he was hallucinating. There was only one Fendyr besides Cousin:
Sabine. And he was sure she didn't have any secret daughter.
“I'll explain more later,” said Declan, and sank into the nearest chair. His
boyfriend was next to him, with his hand on his shoulder. — We have to
resolve this mess.
Flynn swore.
— What is there to resolve? We kill Sabine.
Tharion shuddered—or tried to. His body didn't move.
— You killed Sabine — corrected Declan — I only shot her in the leg.
“I'm not sure,” Declan replied. — She caught us just as we were, uh…
finishing off Sabine. When she told us to follow her, it felt like an order.
— But she didn't say anything else? — asked Ari. Tharion opened
one eye, struggling to continue the conversation.
— Except we can sleep here tonight — said Flynn, sitting on the
couch next to Tharion and picking up the remote control.
He switched to a sports channel.
— We should run to Tiberian or the river — said Declan.
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Ithan rolled his eyes, and the gesture was so normal, so friendly, that
Tharion felt a tightness in his chest. He had thrown everything away, any
chance of having a normal life. And now his friends were here... seeing him
in this state.
Tharion closed his eyes once again, this time because he couldn't bear to
see his friends. He couldn't bear the worry and pity in Holstrom's eyes as the
wolf realized his pitiful state.
Captain Anything. It was more like Captain Useless.
***
The beasts were much larger and, up close, they smelled much worse. Bryce's
magic ended when they turned toward him. She teetered on the edge of the
rock before steadying herself.
One jump up and they would devour her. The star shining on his chest
illuminated only those closest to him, all with hissing mouths, contorted
bodies, slashing tails...
She called upon her power, but... nothing. Just bright stardust in your
veins. Enough to keep that star shining in your chest. No teleportation, then.
Could these creatures see enough to be blinded? They lived in darkness.
Could they have evolved beyond the need for vision?
Thoughts came and went quickly. The railing was thirty feet high; there
was no turning back now. And the floor of the pit was covered in these things,
everyone smelling and evaluating her.
But without... attacking. As if something about her made them stop.
Done. Maybe it also meant something to these creatures.
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Bryce pulled the neckline of her t-shirt down, revealing the star in all
her glory. The beasts reared back, hissing, throwing their huge, scaled
heads back. His teeth gleamed with starlight.
A tunnel extended on each side of the shaft. She could only make out
the huge mouths, but it looked like this hole was in the middle of a
passage. But where? This had been the stupidest thing she had ever
done. In a life full of stupid ideas and mistakes, that was impressive, but...
Bryce turned toward one of the tunnels, trying to get a better look at
what lay beyond. The star on his chest darkened. As if his magic was
fading quickly. She spun toward the other tunnel, trying to see what she
could before the magic disappeared...
The star shone again.
“Huh,” he murmured. Bryce turned the other way. The star disappeared.
To the opposite side: it lights up again.
Rigelus said the star reacted to people; to those who were loyal to her,
her chosen knights or whatever. He also said that Theia herself carried
this star on her chest. And in this world, the home planet of Theia and the
Starfires...
Bryce had no choice but to trust that star.
“That way, then,” she said, her voice echoing through the chamber.
But I still had to overcome the chasm between the beasts and the next
niche in the tunnel wall.
He never wished he had wings, but damn, how useful they would be
right now. If Hunt had been there with her...
He felt a lump in his throat. The beasts hissed, waving their tails.
As if they could feel his mood change.
Bryce focused on her breathing, as she had learned to do after losing
Danika, as she had learned to do in front of all those Vanir and Fae who
had mocked her. The star continued to shine, pointing the way. The
creatures calmed down, as if they shared the same emotions.
She forced herself to stay calm, not to feel afraid. The creatures
became calmer. Some lowered their heads.
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She looked at the star on her chest, which was still shining brightly.
They are also your defenders, he seemed to say. The star hadn't been
wrong about Hunt. Or Cormac.
Then Bryce took one of his feet off the rock. The beasts did not move.
She lowered her foot a little, swinging the bait...
Anything.
Bryce took a step, his neon pink sneakers shockingly bright amid the
dark scales so dangerously close. Then another step. The creatures
watched, but without moving a single claw.
Ruhn had called her queen before he left. And for the first time in her
life, as she crossed that sea of death... she could lift her chin a little higher.
She could feel a cloak fall around her shoulders, a trail of starlight following
her.
He could feel something like a crown landing on his head.
Guiding her into the darkness.
***
"You can't stay here," Ithan said, but his voice sounded distant as
Tharion walked to his bed and collapsed face down on the mattress. —
We're going to find a way to get you out of here.
— Too late, wolf — said Tharion, the words muffled in the pillow.
They crawled out more and more as sleep gripped him in its sharp
claws and pulled him down. — I no longer have salvation.
***
Ithan found Sigrid pacing back and forth in front of the window that
looked out onto the now dark ring. It was late enough that even the
lights had been turned off.
— You should sleep... you can have the couch.
Dec, Flynn and Marc lay on the floor; although, from their breathing,
Ithan knew they were awake. After the night that
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She closed her eyes, breathing shallowly and letting herself be lost in
panic.
Ithan looked across the room. The goblins were curled up next to Flynn,
dozing like balls of violet flame, and they didn't seem to be panicking. Quiet,
but... focused.
As if they were used to facing fear. He felt his stomach turn just thinking
about it.
“Sabine will come after me again,” said Sigrid, “won't she?”
— She'll try, but we'll be too far from the city by the time she recovers.
—If Sabine is going to recover, then let me go to her body and tear it
apart...
— Believe me, I thought about that too. But…
He didn't finish the thought.
- But what?
He shook his head, not allowing himself to go down that path,
even in your mind.
When he had already traveled about six meters along the tunnel, the
number of beasts began to decrease little by little.
They remained motionless, watchful, until Bryce passed the last of them.
He found a fence blocking his path and a small door on the left side of the
barrier. As soon as he touched the door, it opened. He had to duck to get
through, but it was evident that it was designed to prevent the beasts from
escaping.
He made sure to close the door behind him.
Metal creaked and hissing echoed through the tunnel, like a swarm of
angry wasps.
The beasts writhed again, their jaws snapping and their bodies heaving.
They scraped against each other, as if closing the door had snapped them
out of their stupor. Bryce stumbled back just in time to see a particularly
large creature charging at the bars.
She let out a shaky breath and analyzed the tunnel ahead. A
The star shone brighter, as if encouraging her to move forward.
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***
Bryce walked for hours. Or what he assumed was hours, judging by the pain in his
legs and feet, even with the cushioning of his sneakers.
The tunnel might not lead anywhere. It could be a hundred and fifty kilometers
long.
I should have brought some supplies, stuffed some of the food from the tray
into my pockets and bra. Took water.
I could see no diversions, tunnels, or alternative intersections.
Just a long, endless path in the dark.
His mouth was dry, and as much as he knew he shouldn't, Bryce stopped. She
sat leaning against the weathered wall, swallowing the dryness in her mouth. I had
no choice but to continue.
He closed his eyes for a moment. Just for one...
***
The star on his chest still shined beneath his t-shirt. Still was
not tunnel.
But I was no longer alone.
Nesta was standing above her, a sword strapped to her back. The female's
blue-gray eyes seemed to glow with power in the starlight.
***
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Bryce drank what, fortunately, appeared to be water from the canteen, and
watched the other woman over the rim of the bottle. Nesta sat against the far
wall of the tunnel, monitoring Bryce with attentive curiosity.
They had been silent since Bryce woke up. Nesta barely feels
had moved, except to sit down.
Finally, Bryce capped the canteen and tossed it back to Nesta, who
caught him easily.
— How did you find out that I left the cell? - There was not
need to further reveal that she could teleport.
Nesta gave him a bored look, as if Bryce should already know the answer.
— We have people who can talk to the shadows. They told us you went
through the fence.
Interesting... and scary. But Bryce asked, “So you're
here to drag me back to the cell?”
Nesta stuffed her canteen into her backpack and stood up, in a confident,
graceful movement. The sword strapped to his back...it wasn't Aster, though
Bryce could have sworn there was something similar about the blade, a sort of
presence that drew her toward him.
The female tilted her head towards the tunnel behind them, towards the
way back.
— I was sent to escort you. - It's
the same thing. Bryce stood up. She against this female... had good
chances, but the sword was a problem. As was any kind of presence that came
from Nesta, apparently capable of detecting the Horn on Bryce's back. Fighting
an opponent whose abilities and powers were unknown was probably
somewhat reckless.
A force that felt like a stone wall hit her from behind. The world tilted and
she felt her breath hitch as she collided with the stone floor, her bones
throbbing with pain. Shadows enveloped her, trapping her, and she struggled,
kicking and slashing.
She made her light shine, an incandescent explosion that made the
shadows break in all directions.
He might not have enough magic in his veins to teleport, but at least he
would buy some time that way.
She stood up with difficulty, but the shadows jumped at her again like a pack
of wolves determined to devour her.
She let them attack her for a moment before her magic exploded like a
light bomb everywhere. It made shadows fly to the ceiling and walls. Where
the shadow touched the stone, debris fell. The mountain shook.
Bryce ran further into the tunnel, into the darkness, her star shining as she
ran to get away from the crumbling rock around her...
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The world shook and roared again, causing her to fall into the air.
a cloud of dust.
And then there was silence, broken only by the rocks falling from the
stone wall that now blocked the way back. But a cave-in wouldn't stop a
Vanir or Fae for long. Bryce got up...
Suddenly, she felt metal pinch her neck. Icy, deathly cold.
Lidia carried the crystal bubble containing the Fire Goblin Queen
through the dark corridors. Irithys's flame reflected shades of gold on
the marble floor and wall.
She didn't say anything to the elf...not with all the cameras at the
ready throughout the Asteri palace. Irithys didn't seem to mind.
He rested at the bottom of the sphere, his legs folded serenely.
After long minutes, however, the elf said: — The
dungeons are not on that side.
— And are you that familiar with the layout of this place?
— My memory is good — said the queen in a
drab, her long hair floating above her head in a swirl of yellow flames.
— I only need to see it once to remind me. I remember in great detail
the entire walk down here, to the mystics.
halo restriction. — I think it's wise for you to train a little before the main
event.
- What does that mean? — asked the queen, and her flames took on
a cautious shade of orange, but Lidia didn't respond as she unlocked the
unmarked iron door that led to the quieter floor below. Lidia silently thanked
Luna that her hands didn't shake as she gripped the doorknob, the gold
and ruby ring on her finger shining in Irithys's light.
Between one breath and another, Lidia ignored that part of her that
begged distant gods, the part that had doubts. She became calmer,
impassive, her expression as imperturbable as the surface of a long-
forgotten forest lake.
The door creaked open, revealing a table, the chair in front of it, and
on the other side, bound by Gorsian shackles, an Imperial witch.
The witch raised yellow, mischievous eyes to Lidia as the Doe closed
the door behind her. And then they looked at the bubble, at the Goblin
Queen that glowed orange inside.
Lidia sat in the chair opposite the prisoner, placing the elf's crystal on
the table between them as if it were any other bag.
— Hypaxia is half Flame and Shadow... you owe your loyalty to her,
anyway.
Lidia could feel that Irithys was studying every word. If she could remember
things after seeing it once, could she also remember the conversations she
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— Your mother was an idiot for giving you away — Hilde grumbled.
— I also had the honor of doing this with the little slut who wore
the crown before you.
Hilde wasn't talking about Irithys' mother, who had never been queen.
No, when the last Goblin Queen died, the succession had passed to a
different family, and Irithys had been the first heir.
A cursed inheritance: she had gained the title and a prison sentence
at the same time. After receiving her crown, not a day had passed when
Rigelus took her to the dungeons.
Lidia said softly:
— Yes, Hilde. We all know how skilled you are. Athalar can thank
you in person for his first halo. But let's discuss why you chose to betray
us.
- I did not do it. — Even with the Gorsian shackles, a crackling energy
emanated from the witch.
Lidia sighed at the ceiling.
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Irithys didn't move. He didn't try to escape or explode. She stood there, a
living, flaming ruby, as if being freed from her crystal after all these years...
Lidia ignored the thought. The voice was as expressionless as his eyes
when he said:
— Let's see if you can be motivational, Your Majesty.
Hilde gave her a hateful look, but didn't flinch or
trembled.
Then Irithys turned to Lidia, her hair intertwining above her head.
- No.
Lidia raised an eyebrow.
- No?
On the other side of the table, Hilde was still fuming, but was listening
carefully.
Irithys repeated, brave and fearless: —
No.
— It wasn't a request. — Lidia pointed to the witch with her
head. — Burn her hand.
Hilde took her deformed hands off the table, as if that could save her.
“It's not compassion,” Irithys replied, the ruby flames growing darker, taking
on a wine-like hue. - AND
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- No.
Hilde laughed heartily.
Lidia said in a calm tone that used to make enemies plead: — I'll ask just one
more time...
— You have no honor here. That doesn't mean anything in this place.
— Honor is all I have — Irithys replied, the heat of her indigo flames was strong
enough to warm Lidia's cold hands. — Honor and my name. I will not tarnish or
give up either, no matter what my enemies have done. Or the threats you make,
Doe.
Lidia had just opened the metal door when Hilde called from the table:
— I suggest you beg Rigelus for mercy. — She didn't wait for the witch to
respond, and left slamming the door.
Clemency. Lidia had had no mercy in her heart two days before, when
she had passed Hilde in the corridors and placed her com-crystal in the witch's
pocket. With Ruhn in the dungeons, no one was on the other end of the phone
anyway. The crystal was, for all intents and purposes, dead. But, in Hilde's
possession, when Mordoc sniffed it out following Lidia's suspicions... the
crystal became priceless.
again.
I could think of no one, other than the asteri themselves, that Irithys could
hate more than the witch who had tattooed her glowing throat. There was no
one Irithys would like to burn more than Hilde.
Bryce and Nesta walked in tense, tense silence for a long time.
Bryce's feet had started to hurt again, the discomfort creeping up his legs.
Normally, she would have started a conversation to distract herself
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I felt uncomfortable, but I knew I shouldn't ask too many questions about
this world, about Nesta's people.
It would raise too many suspicions. If she sought to say as little about
herself and Midgard as possible, then they would probably act the same
way toward their home.
Without warning, Nesta stopped, raising her fist.
Bryce suddenly stopped beside her, and with a glance he noticed
Nesta's blue-gray eyes slowly scanning the tunnel ahead. An icy calm
written across his face.
Bryce muttered,
“What is it?”
Nesta's eyes moved quickly, analyzing
new land.
As Bryce stepped forward, his star illuminated what had stopped the
warrior: the tunnel widened into an enormous chamber, the ceiling so
high that not even Bryce's starlight could reach it. And in the center... the
path descended on both sides, showing only a thin rocky bridge over
what seemed to be an endless abyss.
Bryce knew it wasn't endless just because far below, he could hear
the sound of running water. An underground river that, to make such a
strong sound up there, would have to be huge. Droplets floated in the
darkness, the damp air mixed with a thick, metallic smell... of iron. There
must have been a storage room.
***
Bryce did everything in his power not to think about the lack of handrails, the
seemingly endless abyss, and the roaring river.
They had gone halfway across the narrow bridge when they heard a different
noise, almost inaudible due to the rapid roar of the water.
Claws sliding across the stone.
Coming from above and below.
- Let's go. — Nesta picked up the simple but remarkable sword. To the
touch of his hand, silver flames slid down the blade and...
Bryce felt his breath hitch. The sword pulsed, as if all the air around it had
disappeared. It was like Aster, in a way. More than a sword. Just like Nesta
was fae, but more than that.
Leather wings fluttered. The claws scraped the stone a few meters ahead.
Bryce threw caution to Hell and ran toward the tunnel entrance, where Nesta
was waving for him to hurry, her sword glowing dimly in her other hand.
Then Bryce's star illuminated the rock that framed the tunnel entrance.
She ran.
A bunch of things surrounded the entrance, smaller than the beasts below the
dungeon, but almost worse. They were rougher and the skin seemed hard like
leather. The beasts resembled some sort of primitive hybrid of a bat and a lizard.
Black tongues swung in the air, between pale, destructive teeth. Like the Kristallos,
born and raised for eons in darkness.
Some of the creatures jumped, diving into the void below, hunting...
A strong, thin hand grabbed Bryce by the armpits and dragged her.
She was overcome by sensations: rocks scraping her body as she
was dragged; light, shadows and flying things screeching; his back burning
from the stones that scratched his skin; the enormous wet body of the
worm as it emerged from the depths again, snatching the beasts away...
She couldn't stop shaking as Nesta dropped her to the ground a safe
distance inside the tunnel. The worm took a few more bites of the air, the
cave shuddering with each powerful thrust. The smell of iron grew stronger;
it was blood. It mixed with the air, with the smell of river water.
Each click of the worm's jaw seemed to rumble through the rock,
through Bryce's bones.
All he could do was watch in silent horror as more creatures
disappeared between those teeth. Then the distinctive smell of blood filled
the air and the worm began to descend, lower and lower and lower. Back
to the river and wherever his refuge was.
As horrifying as the creature was, having another being from his world was... comforting,
in a strange way. And finding comfort in this fact showed the extent of her despair.
“No,” Nesta replied, a muscle moving in her jaw. — As far as I know, they are rare. But
I saw the paintings my sister made of one she defeated. I thought it was a bit of an
exaggeration, but the creature is as horrible as she described. — She shook her head, and
the shock turned into coldness and aggression once again. — I didn't know there was more
than one.
— Her eyes scanned Bryce in a warrior's wary assessment. —What kind of power do you
have? What light is this?
Bryce shook his head slowly. — It's light.
Just... light.
The strange and terrible light that had come from another world, the
they once said.
Of this world.
Nesta's eyes lit up.
— To what court were your ancestors loyal?
- I don't know. The ancient fey whose power I carry, Theia, was Starfire. Like me.
— That term doesn't mean anything here. — Nesta pulled Bryce, making her stand up
easily. —But Amren told me what you said about Theia, the queen who went from our world
to
your.
Bryce brushed the dust and rocks off his back and ass. And your ego.
— My ancestor, yes.
— Theia was High Queen of these lands. Before leaving -
Nesta explained.
- She was? —Not just a leader on Midgard, but a powerful ruler there as well. Her
ancestor had been High Queen. Bryce carried not only Theia's starlight, but her
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royal connections with that world. Which could put her in hot water with
these people if they felt threatened by Bryce's lineage and believed she
could claim her right to the throne.
Nesta's eyes flicked to the star on Bryce's chest, then to the shadows
behind her. But she decided to leave the matter aside, turning towards the
tunnel in front of them.
— If we find something else that tries to eat us — said the warrior —
don't stare like a scared deer. The options are to run or face it.
Randall would like this female. It made him sad to think about it. But
then he replied:
— I've been doing this my whole life. I don't need a class.
"Then don't make me risk my life to get you out of harm's way next
time," Nesta protested coldly.
“I didn't ask you to save me,” Bryce grumbled.
But Nesta had already started walking through the tunnel again, without
wait for Bryce or his star to light the way.
“You've already gotten us into a lot of trouble,” said the girl.
warrior without looking back —, stay close.
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Lidia hadn't shown up that day. He didn't know if this was a good sign. He didn't dare ask
Ruhn what he thought. Hunt supposed that, of all of them, he should be the one to know if this
was a good sign. I had lived this same shit for years.
He should have known better than to mess with the archangels, with the asteri. He should
have warned Bryce more strongly, should have tried harder to get her off this dangerous path.
Isaiah had tried to convince him many centuries ago and Hunt hadn't listened... now he
had to live with the consequences. I should have learned my lesson.
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His blood cooled as it drained from his body, dripping onto the floor.
— What you were born to do... fulfill the task for which your father brought
you to this world — concluded Apollion before disappearing, leaving Aidas
standing alone in front of the prisoners.
The shock rose in Hunt, cushioned by the weight of an old pain that had not
been invited to surface.
- I do not have father.
Aidas had a sad expression as he stepped out of the shadows.
— You spent too much time asking the wrong questions.
—And what the fuck does that mean?
Aidas shook his head.
— The black crown that is on your forehead again is not a mere punishment
from the Asteri. It has existed for millennia.
— Tell me the fucking truth for once...
— Stay alive, Athalar.
The Moat Prince followed his brother, disappearing into embers and
darkness.
***
Tharion woke up with a throbbing headache that resonated through every inch
of his body.
From the smell in his room, Holstrom had slept there, probably on the floor,
but the room was empty. Squinting in pain, Tharion entered the main room to
find Holstrom and Flynn on the couch, while Declan and Marc held their coffees
at the small table next to the window, overlooking the ring. Ariadne was sitting in
a chair, reading a book; his behavior contrasted with that of the female who had
roasted the lions the night before.
There was no sign of the Fendyr heiress. Or the elves. Maybe that had been
a hallucination.
— Good morning — he mumbled, closing his eyes due to the brightness of the
environment.
No one answered.
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All good. I would deal with them in a few moments, after breakfast.
He walked to the bar across the room—the glow of the muted television
causing a stab of pain in his left eye—and, on autopilot, turned on the
coffee machine. Tharion stuck a cup under the jet and pressed a button
that vaguely resembled the main one.
— You really look like shit — said Flynn in a slow voice as Tharion
inhaled the aroma of coffee. — Ari, of course, is beautiful as always.
The dragon kept her attention on the book, ignoring the fae lord.
She didn't move a single muscle, as if she wanted them to forget she
was there. As if that were even possible.
But Flynn refocused his attention on Tharion.
— Why didn't you come to us for help?
Tharion took a sip of coffee, grimacing as the
Hot liquid burned his mouth. — It's
too early for this kind of conversation.
“No shit,” Holstrom said. — We would have helped you. Why did you
come here?
Tharion couldn't hide the irritation in his voice.
— Because the Queen of Rio would have finished you off. I didn't
want to have this burden on my conscience.
— And this is better? — asked Ithan.
Flynn added, “Now
you're stuck here, having to put up with whatever shit she comes up
with, not to mention the crap she's been offering in return. How can you
be so stupid?
Tharion glared at him.
—As if you can talk about stupid ideas, Flynn.
Flynn's eyes flickered with a rare gleam of powerful
fae lord peeking beneath the laid-back appearance.
—Not even I would sell my soul to the Viper Queen, Ketos.
Holstrom added:
— There has to be some way to get you out of this. You deserted
Blue Cut. I could very well desert...
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— Just a moment — she said to whoever was in the room behind her
— your type of poison is down there. I'll be back in a minute.
Tharion stiffened as the snake shapeshifter entered the room, taking
in his friends.
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“You still have some of Sabine's blood on your hands,” he said slowly to
Flynn.
Everyone stared at her. But it was the heiress Fendyr who stood up and
said:
— You are no better than the Astronomer, with all these people
trapped here, drugged and...
The Viper Queen cut her off:
— Put that crest down, little Fendyr. — She analyzed Sigrid, from her wet
hair to her loose clothes. — It's free to stay here, but I'll charge you if you want
new clothes.
“Free them both,” Sigrid demanded, her voice like thunder. - A
dragon and merman... free them both.
Tharion did not allow himself to harbor hopes for the alpha's ferocity,
not when he heard the Viper Queen's laughter.
- And why would i do that? They bring a lot of customers. — She gave
Tharion a mocking smile as she walked out the door, to get whatever drug the
person down the hall wanted. — When they're not ending the game after a few
minutes.
Tharion got angry, crossing his arms. But as soon as the Viper Queen
closed the door and disappeared outside, dry footsteps were heard in the
corridor.
Dec and Flynn drew their guns. Holstrom had his claws bared. Tharion also
displayed his claws, tensing his entire body.
“Put it down,” said a cold female voice. Panic extinguished any trace of
torpor in Tharion.
“Holy shit,” Flynn muttered.
— If you open this door — the Doe threatened gently — the
Prince Ruhn dies.
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Bryce and Nesta walked through the tunnel for hours, the tense silence filling
the space between them again. Worse than before.
Bryce realized it was also a feature of interactions with fae she knew from
her own world. She didn't know why she was somehow disappointed when
she realized this.
They paused and Nesta wordlessly tossed a canteen of water to Bryce,
along with a dark loaf of bread.
“You brought food,” Bryce commented, his mouth full of slightly sweet,
moist bread. — That's strange, considering you intended to take me back to
the cell.
Nesta took a drink from her canteen.
— I had a feeling I could spend some time chasing you.
— Long enough to need to stop and eat? — Their gazes met, Nesta's
silver eyes gazing into Bryce's starlight.
- Fair.
They didn't talk anymore after that.
It was possible that they were heading towards a dead end, miles and
hours wasted. But the tunnel seemed to... have a purpose. And Bryce
wasn't going to ask questions about the potential futility of that journey, lest
she run the risk of Nesta deciding to try to trap her back in the cave.
Bryce was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the fork in the tunnel
until she almost passed the part that turned right. She stopped and, realizing
that she no longer heard Nesta's footsteps behind her, deduced that the
warrior did the same.
Bryce pulled the collar of her shirt down to reveal more of her starlight
and illuminate the two paths before them. To the left, the tunnel continued
to look ancient, with rough
stone walls curving into the darkness. To the right... around the natural
arch, a series of stars and planets have been
carved, crowned at their apex by a large setting or rising sun. Bryce's
star shined even brighter as she stood in front of him, guiding her there.
Bryce raised his hands, trying not to move too much, lest he put his skin
in more contact with that horrible blade than necessary.
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Nesta blinked, her head tilted, more feline than fey. But he lowered his
sword.
Bryce tried not to gasp in relief as the cold metal peeled away from his
skin, his soul. I never wanted to feel anything like that again.
Nesta didn't know or care about the impact of the sword on Bryce, she
was examining the carvings. Those who were closest to them.
Bryce put aside the last of his fear and translated the inscription: —
Her name
was Silene.
Nesta examined the writing beneath the image.
— Is that all you say?
Bryce shrugged.
— Old-fashioned faerie. Lots of fancy titles and lineages. You know
how they liked to boast.
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Bryce could have sworn that something like surprise and shame—
which perhaps even the warrior hadn't noticed—smeared Nesta's face.
***
It was fire, but at the same time it wasn't fire. It was as if ice turned
to flame, which flickered in Nesta's eyes as
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she placed her hand on the stone wall. Silver fire rippled over the
carvings.
The mechanisms were activated. And they failed. Rusty metal
screws shot out of the walls. Or they tried. They barely made it past the
wall before they turned to dust.
Nesta's power shuddered through the walls, disappearing into the
darkness. Faint clicks and whistles lost their power in the dark; the
sound of the traps turned to ash.
Nesta met Bryce's gaze. The fire that enveloped your hand
went out, but the silver flame still flickered in his eyes.
— You have my gratitude. — That's all Nesta said before moving
on.
***
Later, they had another dinner of hard cheese and more dark bread,
and found a small alcove in the tunnel wall to rest. Bryce's starlight still
provided the only illumination, dimmed by his t-shirt. It was cold enough
that she looked enviously at Nesta's dark cloak, wrapped tightly around
the warrior.
- Why?
— That's what I wanted to find out: what's leading me to this tunnel.
Why are you leading me to him?
— Why did you end up in our world.
Rhysand or the others should have told Nesta everything before
sending her after Bryce, who pointed to the tunnel and the ancient carvings.
Tharion knew that this would not end well. Not with Flynn and Dec pointing
their weapons at the Doe, Marc's claws gleaming and ready to harm. Not
with Holstrom crouched, teeth bared, hunched over in front of Sigrid. The
Fendyr heiress looked at them all, sizing them up predatorily, understanding
the threat but not knowing what it was.
The Doe's face showed no emotion, but she lowered her chin.
— I think — she muttered to herself — that the right question is who are
you?
“It's none of your business,” Ithan cut in.
The Doe looked at him, demonstrating that, despite having her suspicions,
that was not a priority for her. Yet. She just said to the Fendyr heiress: — A
little privacy, please.
Holstrom is growing.
— Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of her.
Declan said softly:
“Holstrom, maybe she can... stay with the dragon for a few
moments.
Ithan looked indignantly at Declan, but then seemed to relent. If they
would talk about Ruhn, if the only way to get the Doe to talk was with Sigrid
away...
Tharion joined the conversation:
— Ari locked her door, and I'm pretty sure that means she wants to be
alone. — He pointed to the door next to Ari's room. —But you can go to my
room.
Sigrid laughed mockingly.
— I'm not a puppy that you can send...
“Please,” Declan begged with a helpless gesture.
Marc placed a gentle hand on his shoulder again.
There was a moment, then, when Ithan and Sigrid looked at each other.
Tharion could have sworn there was some kind of battle of wills between them.
Dec:
— I went looking for you, but there was no one at your... house. —
His tone showed enough disdain to make clear what he thought of their
house on Rua do Arqueiro. —But I knew that Ketos had defected and
come to the Meat Market seeking refuge... so I figured you guys would be
hiding here too.
daily. They…” A muscle tensed in her thin jaw. — Your friends didn't
say anything. But I don't know how long the asteri will enjoy their
suffering.
— I'm sorry — replied Declan — but aren't you their main interrogator?
The Doe turned an abnormally perfect face toward the fae warrior.
— The world knows me that way, yes. I don't have time to explain
everything. But I need your help, Declan Emmet. I'm one of the few
people on Midgard who can enter those dungeons without being
questioned. And I'm the only one who can let them out, but I need you
to help hack the palace cameras. I know you've done this before.
— It only failed because Rigelus knew they would come — said the
Doe, almost gently. — Celestina ratted them out.
Shock ran through the room. But Marc muttered to Declan, “I
told you: archangels are disgusting.
Flynn raised his hands.
— Is it just me or does anyone else feel like they’re traveling after
smoke something bad?
Tharion rubbed his face.
— There are two of us, I think. — Flynn laughed, but Tharion
controlled himself, clearing his throat before continuing to say to the
Doe: — Help me understand a few things: you are the Asteri's greatest
interrogator and torturer of spies. You and your feral wolves tormented
us endlessly not long ago, here, in this city. You are, and forgive me for
being frank, practically evil incarnate. But he's asking for our help to
free our friends. And you hope we don't find it strange?
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She looked at them all for a long moment, and Tharion had
the good sense to sit down before she says, calmly:
— I'm Agent Daybright.
- Lie! — Flynn barked, pointing the gun at her.
new.
Daybright, who was at the top of the Asteri's innermost circles.
Daybright, who knew of the Asteri's plans before they even acted.
Daybright, the most vital link in the Rebels' information chain...
“She smells like Ruhn,” Ithan murmured. They all blinked, looking at him. The
wolf sniffed again. — It's very weak. Smell it... it's there.
— I would never hurt him. Everything I've done recently, everything I'm doing
now, is to keep Ruhn alive. Do you know how difficult it is to keep Pollux away?
Convince him to take it slow? Do you have any idea what this is like? — She
shouted the last part to Flynn, who took a step back. Lidia was breathing hard,
shaking.
— I need to get him out of there. If you don't help me, his death will be your fault.
And I will destroy you, Tristan Flynn.
Flynn shook his head slowly, confusion and astonishment written all over his
face.
The Doe turned to Tharion, and he met her desperate gaze.
— I made sure the Deep Freighter would be there to pick you up after Agent
Silverbow sacrificed himself, trying to make the asteri go down with him; I informed
Commander Sendes that Ruhn, Athalar, and Baxian had been captured, and that
Bryce was missing. It was I who kept Rigelus from you, stopped the asteri from
killing anyone who had been important to Ruhn, Bryce, or Athalar.
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— Or was it you — said Tharion — who got the information from the real
Agent Daybright and now you've come here to set a trap for us too.
— Believe what you want — said the Doe, and her shoulders slumped in
true exhaustion. For a moment, Tharion felt sorry for her. —But I will release
them in three days. And if I don't have your help, it won't work.
—Then use these three days to hide them. But the more
people know, the more likely we are to be discovered.
“You can't be serious,” Flynn told Declan. —
Are you believing in this monster?
Declan looked into the Doe's eyes, and Tharion knew he was
considering everything you saw there.
— Makes sense, Flynn. Everything Ruhn told us about
Daybright... makes sense.
—Does Ruhn know what you are? — Flynn questioned.
Lidia ignored him and instead looked at Tharion.
— I need you too, Ketos.
Tharion shrugged with an indifference he didn't really feel.
— Why bother saving them? — Declan asked. — Ruhn and Hunt are
worthless to Ophion, other than the fact that they are good fighters. And
Argos has no connection whatsoever with Ophion.
Lidia continued:
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Tharion could only stare at the Doe... Agent Daybright. Their... ally.
Tharion tensed. This female could be an ally, but damn, she was too
difficult.
In the furious silence that followed, the Doe walked to the door.
She stopped before opening it and didn't turn around when she said to everyone:
— I know you don't trust me. I don't blame them. It's a sign that I one
did my job very well. But...
She looked over her shoulder and Tharion saw her swallow hard.
— Ruhn and Athalar are in danger. Rigelus is, right now, debating
which of them should die. It all comes down to the impact this will have
on Quinlan. But once he makes up his mind, I won't be able to do
anything to stop it. So I…” His voice trailed off. - I beg. Before it's too
late. Help me do this. Find a way out of this situation with the Viper
Queen. — He glanced at Tharion, then looked at Declan. — Be ready at
any time to hack the Eternal Palace cameras. — And finally, he looked
at them all. —And, for Luna's sake, be at the dock in two days.
With that, she left. For a long moment, neither of them could speak.
“Well, Flynn,” Declan said finally, his voice hoarse, “it looks like your
wish came true.
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The water ran fast, echoing through the cave and spraying Bryce's
face, the drops so cold they felt like kisses of ice.
The strange carvings continued there, showing great fae battles,
love relationships and the births of children.
Showing a masked queen, crown on her head, with instruments in
one hand and standing in front of an adoring crowd. Behind her, an
enormous palace rose atop the mountain, toward the heavens,
winged horses gliding among the clouds. There was no doubt that it
was a religious iconography of his divine right to rule. Behind the
mountaintop palace, a lush archipelago spread in the distance,
depicted with remarkable detail and skill.
He had not commented on the lower part of the drawings, which showed
the chaos behind their thrones, a kind of underworld. Humanoid figures
writhed in pain amid what looked like stalactites and scale-covered beasts
with enormous mouths — either past enemies that had been conquered or
an indication of what would happen to those who did not bow to the rulers.
“Now would be a great time for your winged friends to find us,” Bryce
murmured. Her star shone ahead, dimly, but still pointing the way to the other
side of the river.
— I, um... I was really tired after that. — I hated showing any kind of
weakness, but I saw no other way around the situation. — I'm still recovering.
— Surely your magic should be back by now. You even managed to use
a little against me before everything fell apart.
And that star in your chest continues to shine. There must still be some
magic left in you.
— I always managed to make it shine — Bryce confessed — even a long
time before I had real powers. — For a few moments, Bryce considered
telling Nesta how he understood the depth of his power, how he could have
even more if someone fueled it. Just so that the warrior knew that she was
not an incompetent who fought in front of the enemy, whether he was a giant
worm or not.
But he would end up revealing more of his abilities than would otherwise be the case.
considered prudent.
— Can't you, um... cross? — Bryce asked Nesta.
***
Nesta had jumped in right after her. As Bryce rounded a bend moments
earlier, he heard Nesta shout “Senseless idiot!” before the roar of the river
swallowed all sound once more.
The star was guiding her somewhere. Something.
When they reached the other bend in the cave, Bryce was thrown again,
and as she struggled to keep her head above the water, her star seemed to
extend a beam of light into the darkness.
The ray of silver light illuminated a more serene part that extended on the
opposite side of the river. A break from the rapids. Just ahead of the small
bank... and another tunnel entrance that appeared shortly after.
Bryce began to swim toward the shore, his body protesting the effort of
staying against the current, in a hurry to reach that patch of calmer water
before it was gone. Stroke after stroke, leg after leg, she aimed for the narrow
shore.
She turned to warn Nesta that she should head towards the shore, but
saw that the female was a few meters behind, swimming madly towards the
shore. So Bryce continued swimming, her arms straining as the river pulled
her mercilessly forward.
If she and Nesta didn't get to that calmer water soon, they would lose...
The stones scraped against each other beside her, and Nesta's heavy, wet
breathing was heard.
—What the... — Nesta panted — Fuck... — Another breath. —Was it that?
Bryce breathed in all that beautiful, wonderful air, even when the intense
cold began to make her shiver to her bones.
“The star told me to come this way,” he managed to say.
“I could have warned you earlier,” Nesta grumbled.
Bryce propped himself up on his elbows, panting, breathing in and out.
- For what? You would try to change my mind.
— Because — Nesta fumed, wiping the water from her eyes as she got
down on her knees — you could get here without having to get wet. I can't let
you out of my sight... not even for a second, so I had no choice but to follow
you. But you jumped so quickly... now we're freezing.
— And how were we going to get here without getting wet? - He asked
Bryce, shivering from the cold, teeth chattering.
Nesta rolled her eyes and said to the shadows: —
You can leave now.
Bryce quickly dropped to his knees, searching for a weapon he couldn't use.
was there when Azriel landed next to them.
His wings, spread wide, were so long that they almost touched the sides of
the cave, and the black knife hung from his hip, the dark handle shining dimly in
the light of Bryce's star. And peering over his broad shoulder, her hilt matching
like a shadow taking shape, was the Aster.
***
“What the fuck do you mean Bryce isn't in Hell? — Ruhn managed to say with
what was left of his tongue, each breath fell down his throat like shards of glass.
Baxian resmungou:
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He couldn't share his suspicions with Athalar. It could not bring forth the
despair that would be more terrible to Umbra Mortis than any of Pollux's
tools. Ruhn would have to keep that secret. The miserable truth, left to fester
in your heart.
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Baxian finished and lay down too, falling asleep instantly. Martelo
and Falcão had come down harder on Cão do Inferno. They took it
personally—Baxian had been one of them. A brother in arms, a
partner in cruelty. Now they would take it apart piece by piece.
“We need to get out of here,” Ruhn said, and nothing could sound more
ridiculous. It was obvious that they needed to get out of there. For so many
damn reasons.
But Athalar opened one eye. He held her gaze. Pain, anger, and
determination shone from him, unfazed despite the halo and the enslaved mark
on his wrist.
— Then talk to your... person. — Girlfriend, the angel didn't say.
Ruhn gritted his teeth and felt an explosion of pain in his mouth.
painfull. I would rather die there than beg for the Doe's help.
- Another way.
“I've been in these dungeons... for seven years,” Hunt commented. —
There's no way out. Even more so with Pollux so committed to ending us.
Ruhn looked at the halo once more. He knew that the angel wasn't just
referring to leaving the dungeon. Now they were owned by the Asteri.
— I'm surprised I didn't receive a medal of honor when I left here. — The
light words did not match the emptiness in Hunt's eyes. Ruhn couldn't bear to
see that in Umbra Mortis' eyes.
— Have you been here this whole time? — Bryce looked at the warrior
surrounded by shadows as they left the river behind, walking through the low
tunnel passage.
They followed the light of Bryce's star, which had once again pointed
forward, faintly illuminating the surrounding carvings. The cold made her teeth
chatter, but moving helped warm her cold body, even if just a little.
- I don't think so. From the consistency in size, I would say an early
Middengard Worm made these passages. Perhaps he even used these
canals to get around.
- This matters? — Nesta complained without looking back.
“Maybe,” Azriel murmured. — We better stay alert. He can
Maybe he still uses them to access the tunnel system.
Apprehension washed over Bryce.
- Why do you think that?
Azriel pointed to a pile of white things that she had believed to be more
of the squirming salamander-like creatures.
Bryce's stomach felt empty this time, following his ears, and the knife
was right there, the sword so close...
Azriel grunted and his entire body went rigid. As if he also felt that, the
weapons demanding to be together or separated or whatever, the strange
power they exerted when they were close...
— Watch where you're going — was all the male said before walking
away. Far enough away that the sword and knife no longer had their strange
call on Bryce. Her belly calmed down and so did her ears.
When she reached the bank, she shook her hands to ease the pain in
her palms, the smell of blood was stronger than the river, and Bryce wiped
the blood from her injured knees. I liked those leggings, damn. The mud
came out with the blood, and she clicked her tongue as she ran her hand
along the stone wall, trying to clean herself.
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He realized too late that he had wiped the blood and dirt off a drawing
of two serene fey females playing lutes. With an apologetic look at them
and the long-dead craftsman who had carved them, Bryce moved on. And
forward.
And forward.
***
“Your hands aren't healing,” Azriel observed behind Bryce the next day. Or
whenever it was, taking into account that they had slept for a few hours in
the darkness with nothing to indicate the passage of time. Bryce's sleep
had been light, fitful, aware of every falling drop and rolling stone in the
tunnel, the breath of the warriors beside him.
— You'll see my magic gets all weird down here. That would explain
why the star is... acting like a GPS.
Her tongue got confused when pronouncing GPS in their language, but
if they had no idea what the Hell she was talking about, they didn't let on.
She had noticed them when they first saw each other, on that misty
riverbank, but had forgotten about them until then. I had never seen such
extensive burn scars.
The sword and the knife, so close together, began their process of
vibrate and attract. Her hearing seemed muffled, her belly was empty.
Azriel's wings fluttered again.
But Bryce responded, hands still bleeding, ignoring the
call of the blades:
— I'm half-human, so I'm used to healing more slowly, but since I made
the Descent, I've been healing at a relatively normal rate for a Vanir.
Nesta must also have been told about the Descent, because she didn't
question what it was. I just said: — Maybe it
also has something to do with the extra time your magic needs to be
replenished.
— I repeat — Azriel recalled — her knees have healed.
Bryce looked at the thick scars on his fingers. What who? — had you done
something so cruel to him? And despite knowing it was silly to open up, to
show any kind of vulnerability, he said quietly:
— The male who sired me... used to burn my brother as punishment. His
scars never healed either. —Ruhn had only covered them with tattoos. A fact
that she had only discovered moments before ending up there, and upon
learning the pain he had been subjected to...
Azriel let go of her hands. But he said nothing as he walked away, far
enough away that the sword and knife stopped calling to Bryce.
If they still tormented him, he didn't show it. He only gestured for them to keep
walking before heading towards the darkness, this time taking the lead. Bryce
watched him for a few moments before following him, his heart heavy for some
reason he couldn't define.
Nesta continued down the tunnel, this time closer to Bryce. The female
said very quietly: — I'm sorry for your
brother's suffering.
The words steadied Bryce, gave him focus.
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— Tell me about the daglan. — Bryce's voice echoed too loudly in the silent
cave. She was sitting with her back against the tunnel wall, a carving of three
faeries dancing above her. The smell of his blood filled the cave, the wounds
on his hands still open and bleeding. Not enough to be alarmed, but a few
small, steady drops every now and then.
— The scar where your light comes out... it's shaped like a
eight-pointed star. Why?
Bryce looked at the light, camouflaged by the t-shirt.
— It's the symbol of the Estrelados, I think.
—And magic marked you that way?
— Yes. When I... revealed who I was, what I am, to the world, I pulled
the star out of my chest. When she left, she left this scar. — Bryce looked
at Azriel. — Like a burn.
His face was like a mask that was impossible to decipher.
But Nesta asked:
— So you have a star inside you? A real star?
Bryce lifted one shoulder.
- Yes? I mean, not literally. It's not like a ball
gas giant running in space. But it's starlight.
Nesta didn't seem very impressed.
— And you said that these asteri... also have stars inside them?
Bryce grimaced.
- Yes.
— So what's the difference between you and them? — Nesta asked.
—Aside from the fact that I'm not a damn intergalactic colonizer?
She could have sworn that one of the corners of Nesta's mouth turned up.
lifted. That Azriel laughed, the sound as soft as a shadow.
“Okay,” Nesta replied.
— I, um... I don't know. — Bryce pondered. — I never stopped to think
about it. But…” Those final moments of running from Rigelus flashed
through his mind, the blasts of his power shattering marble and glass,
burning his cheek… “My light is just that,” Bryce continued. — Light. The
Asteri claim that their powers come from sacred stars within them, but
they can physically manipulate things with this light. Kill and destroy. Can
starlight be considered just light if it can crush rocks? Everything they told
us is basically a lie, so it's possible that they don't have any stars inside
them... that it's just magic
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shiny that looks like a star, and they call it a holy star to impress everyone.
“Then don't get too close,” Nesta warned, and Bryce lowered his hand.
Nesta clicked her tongue, but not in disdain. It was something akin
to understanding.
Bryce continued.
— She said she picked the alphabet from a book at the tattoo parlor,
but... I don't think that's true. — She needed to divert the conversation
from the Horn. Quickly. Especially since Nesta had been called to inspect
the tattoo.
Azriel asked: —
How did your friend know the language?
- I still don't know. I've been trying to find out what she knew for
months.
— Why not ask? — Nesta countered.
— Because she's dead. — The words came out softer than Bryce
intended. But something broke inside her when she said them, even
though she had lived with that reality every day for more than two years.
— The Asteri had her murdered, then made it look like she was murdered
by a demon. She was about to discover some great truth about the asteri
and our world, so they ordered her death.
— I don't know... I just know that she discovered what the asteri really
are, what they do with the worlds they conquer. If I ever come home—his
heart felt unbearably heavy—if I ever come home, I might find out the rest.
Silence hung between them. Then Nesta nodded at the three faerie
figures dancing above Bryce.
—So what does that mean? If you don't need the context.
Bryce examined the relief. Absorbed the dance, the stars, the islands
idyllic in the background. And she replied, in a soft
voice: — It means that there was once joy in this world.
Silence. Then Nesta asked: — Is
that it?
Bryce kept his eyes on the dancers, the stars, the lush lands. Ignored
the darkness below. Focus on the good — always the good.
Deliberate fingers of his long nails on the keyboard, and his green eyes slid
to Ithan.
— So why all the shouting?
Ithan crossed his arms. On the table was a statue of Cthona, carved from
dark stone. The goddess cradled a child in one of her arms, her breasts
exposed. In the other she extended a sphere — Midgard — into the room.
Cthona, who gave light to the worlds. He touched it lazily, working up the
courage to speak.
“I want to know what you're going to do about Sabine,” he said.
The Viper Queen reclined in her seat, her short hair bouncing.
The Viper Queen let out a cloud of smoke, more dragon than
than the one upstairs.
—Only the future can tell.
Ithan challenged
her: — You also sent some of your people to help that day.
“I was being nice,” the Viper Queen repeated softly.
— There was no other reason than that.
— Maybe you'll be tempted to be nice today too.
— Buy or sell, Holstrom?
Ithan suppressed the wolf within him, one that howled at him.
for him to start destroying everything.
— Look, I don't like games.
- What a shame. — She analyzed her well-manicured nails. — Sabine
doesn't like it either. You wolves are so boring.
Ithan opened his mouth, then closed it. He rethought what she had said,
everything she had done.
— You don't like Sabine.
His mouth curved slowly.
— And does anyone like it?
He clenched his hands into fists.
— If you don't like her, why did you let her get away?
— I could ask the same thing, doggy. I had already managed to take her
down... why not kill her outright? — Ithan couldn't help the tension in his body.
— It's obvious — the Viper Queen continued — that the heiress Fendyr...
Sigrid, right? Should have done that. Don't you wolves say it's... challenging?
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- A fight. — She stubbed out the cigarette. — A single fight. Your. One
private event. — Queen Viper purred. - Only for me.
- Why? — demanded Ithan.
— I really value entertainment. Even more mine. — She smiled again. —
A fight in exchange for safe passage... and Ketos' freedom. If you win, all of
this will be yours. No other requirements other than that.
Damn, he should have taken Marc along. He would analyze the entire
proposal, spot possible pitfalls from miles away.
But Ithan knew that if he left there in search of someone else, the
offer would be withdrawn. It came down to him and him alone.
— I fight and you let us go. At the same time.
She lowered her face.
— I can even provide the car to take you wherever you want.
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Lidia Cervos combed her hair, sitting at the dressing table in her ornate
room in the Asteri palace. A monstrosity of golden silk, ivory velvet and
polished oak, overlooking the city's seven hills. The perfect room for the
loyal and pampered Asteri pet.
No one thought it was strange or even questioned her when she went
to Lunathion earlier, to deliver a message to Celestina, and made a stop
at the Meat Market to buy some “souvenirs”. Not even Mordoc cared.
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But her allies also believed that she was the enemy's faithful pet.
So there she was. Alone. Praying that Declan Emmet and his friends
would come to meet him. Praying that he had correctly judged the Goblin
Queen, many floors below.
The bathroom door opened, steam coming out, and Pollux appeared,
completely naked and with his skin still damp from the shower.
—Are you not ready yet? — he asked, frowning as he observed her light
gray silk robe. He frowned even more when his gaze fell on her hair, still
loose and unstyled. — We have to leave in fifteen minutes.
But she ignored him and turned to the mirror. A large, powerful hand
stroked her hair, setting it aside. Then lips kissed her neck, his tongue
playing beneath her ear.
— Lidia — the Hammer purred, his deep voice exuding possession, and then
he was gone.
She lay in bed, trying hard to ignore her twitching belly, the nausea
caused not just by her period. He only got up after ten minutes had passed.
She ran into the bathroom, still damp from Pollux's bath—almost always
so hot she wondered if it was an attempt to scald the evil in himself—and
grabbed the bag of feminine hygiene products she knew he would never
open. . How if touching a tampon could make your dick shrivel
and dry.
Inside the bag was a disposable cell phone. Every month a different
one arrived in a box of tampons. She turned the shower on again, blocking
out any specific noise that might be picked up by the palace cameras on
the outer walls or by anyone on the other end of the line. And then he
dialed.
A telephone operator answered.
— Fincher tiles and floors.
She changed her voice to a melodious and sweet chant.
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- Will be. Tell them it's something they've wanted to do for a long time.
Lidia ended the call and crushed the cell phone until only pieces of
plastic and glass remained. Then he opened the bathroom window,
pretending to let the steam out as the pieces flew into the star-filled night.
***
Bryce faced another river, the icy waters waist deep. But at least the star
was still pointing straight ahead and they wouldn't have to swim. They
splashed through the water in silence, Bryce's hands, still bloody, stinging
from the contact of the river water, and she shivered as they emerged on
the other side.
— So, the eight-pointed star — Nesta said in the silence as they
walked again, her shoes making a watery noise — is a symbol of the
Stars of your world. Does it have any other meaning?
— And the magic, the power of bargaining that made the tattoo appear...
chose the design. The star meant nothing to me. I thought maybe it was
related to my training, but its shape was identical to the scar on his chest.
— I've been in the faerie long enough to know that some forces sometimes
guide us, push us in a direction. I learned to allow them, to listen to them. —
Nesta smiled a little.
—That's why I didn't kill you for following your starlight into the river. You
were doing the same thing.
Bryce felt a tightness in his chest. The female had a story to tell, one that,
under any other circumstances, Bryce would have loved to hear. But before
he could even think about asking anything, something huge and white
appeared right in front. A skeleton with huge bones.
“No,” Azriel replied behind her, the sound of the river drowning out his
soft words. —And I don't think the worm ate it, if the skeleton is intact like that.
The river was still roaring thunderously when the carvings began
to change. Before they were full of life, action and movement.
The ones now were simpler, obviously intended to be the main focus.
Something of great importance to whoever sculpted it.
An arc had been engraved, with stars shining around it.
And in that arch was a male figure, the image created with stunning
complexity. His hand was raised in salute.
The Worm of Middengard had finally appeared. Exactly as Bryce had planned.
He had let the blood drip along the path, creating a trail, and he had scratched
the wounds time after time to reopen them, which were actually inflicted intentionally
when “falling” into the stream. If the worm was guided by the scent of the game,
then it had left a gigantic neon sign that guided it to them. I didn't know when or how
he would attack, but I was waiting.
Bryce ran down the tunnel, his path lit by glimpses of silver flame
and blue magic. Nesta's and Azriel's powers, shining like lightning
against the nightmare the worm represented.
The faces in the carvings of the tunnel watched Bryce's escape with
cold, condemning eyes. The breath seemed to cut the throat.
I had no idea how much I needed to run, but if I could speed up a little
more...
A scream echoed from the rocks behind her. Not of persecution, but of
pain. Azriel. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw his blue light go out.
Then a scream of a female voice resounded through the cave, and
Nesta's silver flame also went out, leaving only Bryce's starlight to light
the way. Leaving only darkness and silence behind.
She was a master at inventing lies. She had kept them both
distracted, kept them from thinking of her as a manipulative little piece
of shit, but...
Bryce slowed his pace until he stopped. The darkness behind her
increased.
She found herself face to face with a scene that represented a great
battlefield before the high walls of the city, fey, winged horrors and
snarling beasts, all at war, entrenched in pain.
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and in suffering. One of the fae was in the foreground, thrusting a spear into
the mouth of another fae warrior.
Fae against fae. You shouldn't bother with that. It shouldn't affect her like
it did: the female warrior's merciless expression as she plunged her spear into
the agonized face of the warrior in front of her. Bryce shouldn't be hesitant
when he saw that.
I had long understood that this kind of thing happened among the fae. He
took comfort in knowing that he wasn't like them, he would never be like that.
But Bryce started running again, speeding through the cave. Back to Nesta
and Azriel.
Praying that there was still something left to be saved.
***
Bryce realized, as he retraced his steps, that what he had previously thought
was the noise of the river was, in fact, the thunderous movement of the worm's
enormous body. Azriel and Nesta must have committed the
same mistake.
Randall's training.
Observe, evaluate, decide.
Then she stealthily advanced the last few meters that separated her from
the running water, one hand covering the star to dim its brightness, and...
— Give me just one reason not to stick this knife in your spine.
In other words: her mother would kill her for being so stupid.
— Eu...
Bryce started, but Nesta interrupted: — Don't
waste your time.
The tone was abrupt enough to make Bryce look beyond the darkness of
the river, to the tunnels on either side. Even the call of Aster and the Truth
Revealer took a back seat when she asked: — How did he disappear?
“Deep pits in the riverbed,” Azriel murmured. — All it took was a whiff of
Nesta's power to dive into one of them. But from the way the rocks shake...
he's close by. Watching us.
***
So that's what the Viper Queen was typing into the computer.
- Go where?
— To the office — replied Dec, still focused on his cell phone. — He's
going to try to find out if there's any legal way to get us out of this circus of
horrors.
— I may have the solution for that — commented Ithan.
Everyone looked at him.
Tharion asked softly: — What
was her offer, doggy?
— Nothing I can't handle.
Tharion stood up from the table closest to the window overlooking the
ring.
- You...
— A fight... with me. Tomorrow night.
Sigrid's eyes widened.
—What kind of fight?
Ithan pointed to the window behind Tharion.
— One of the chic ones. Down there.
— She said against whom? — He had never seen Ketos with such a
serious expression. — You should have made her specify. She's going to
screw you... and in some way, we're all going to screw ourselves. —
Tharion's voice became more acute. —What the hell were you thinking?
— I didn't ask you to get me out of this. Do you think I can just walk
away from here? I can't.
—The Viper Queen said you could...
—And then what? — The merman stood up. — Return to depending
on the mercy of the River Queen. The Viper Queen knows this, that I
have no other choice but to stay here, with her. — Tharion shook his
head, disgusted. — You fucking idiot. — And, after saying that, the
merman left the room irritated.
Silence hovered for a few moments. Then Declan said: —
You should have spoken to us before. — Yes,
yes, but I didn't say it — replied Ithan. Then he sighed. — The Doe
gave us two days. Marc's a genius and all, but this law shit takes time.
We do not have time.
— The merman is right — Sigrid replied, saddened. — You shouldn't
trust someone like her. Someone who traffics other beings has no honor.
Maybe he should have encouraged her to kill Sabine the night before.
Ithan sighed again.
Flynn went to the bar.
— Better drink something, Holstrom.
— I never drink before games — Ithan protested. — Not even the day
before.
“Trust me,” Flynn warned, pressing a glass of whiskey into Ithan's
hand. — With the Viper handpicking her opponent, you'll want something
to relax you a little.
***
“You spread your blood everywhere to attract him,” Nesta said. — He's
after you, not both of us. Soon you will call that thing back.
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Bryce's gaze alternated between Nesta and Azriel. They were serious.
Idiot.
Azriel murmured,
“Silence.
With no other alternative, Bryce complied.
It didn't matter how strong his starlight shined. The worm was blind. And it was only
a matter of time before he smelled her
new...
A matter of seconds, actually.
In an instant, there was only the river running its course. In the next instant, a wall
of water exploded in front of Azriel, the worm's gigantic body making even the mighty
warrior appear smaller.
Bryce had never seen such a horrible creature, not even during the attack on
Crescent Moon City last spring.
Rays of blue light shone at Azriel, hurtling towards the creature...
he roared as the raw power hit the side of his body, making the caves shake,
debris and rocks falling with a thud into the river.
Then the fire went out, sucked into his skin. The worm dived back into the
water, heading towards the hole.
Azriel and Nesta returned to their original position, their backs pressed
together, and Bryce managed to compose himself a little to ask: — What
happened?
With a flick of Azriel's wings, the three rose into the air, faster than the worm
could attack. It almost missed Azriel's boots as it dived again, disappearing
again.
— We need to contain him — Nesta suggested to Azriel — so he can
I can get closer with Ataraxia.
— If your power didn't kill him, there's no way of knowing if Ataraxia will —
gasped Azriel, setting them down on the stone. — He breaks my bonds like
they were cobwebs.
"Then we need something else that can fight for us," Nesta protested, and
Azriel turned to her, as if alarmed.
— Don't you dare. — Azriel started to say, but not to Bryce. Dread paling
his skin. — Nesta...
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“Nesta,” warned Azriel, panic making his voice sharper, but it was
already too late. She closed her eyes and put the mask on her face. A
strange, cold breeze blew from the tunnel.
Bryce had felt that breeze before, in the Bone Quarter. The wind of
death, of putrefaction, of stillness. The hairs on his arms stood up. The
blood turned ice cold as Nesta opened her eyes to reveal that there were
only silver flames shining there.
Whatever that mask was, whatever its power… it contained death.
“Take it off,” Azriel ordered, but Nesta reached out into the darkness
of the tunnel.
Deadly, an old, dry voice whispered in Bryce's head. You are
mortal, and must die. Memento mori. Memento mori, memento...
A bone clicked in the dark. The earth shook.
Azriel grabbed Bryce, pulling her towards him as he backed away
towards the wall, as if he could offer any protection against whatever
approached. Aster and the Truth Revealer murmured and exerted their
attraction, as if they were pulling Bryce by the spine, her hands itching,
as if she could feel the weapons in her palms...
Didn't he see what Nesta drew from the darkness before the worm caught them?
found.
As before, he emerged from the river, rushing into the narrow tunnel,
blocking the way back. Azriel's shield glowed blue around them. The
worm charged toward them, its jaw wide open revealing rows of teeth
capable of tearing flesh apart.
But something huge and white hit the worm. A creature of pure bone,
larger than the worm.
The skeleton they had found in the tunnel. Reanimated.
Its jaw gaped at the worm, long arms that ended in claws finding
their way into either side of the damned beast's mouth.
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With the elegance of a dancer, Nesta climbed the undead beast's tail, running
along the ridges of its back like stones in a stream. Climbing to higher levels, for a
better angle.
The worm protested, but Nesta was already in the undead creature's white
skull. And then she jumped with her sword raised above her head, and went down,
down...
Right on the worm's head.
A tremor of silver fire ran through the worm. The cold wind and
dry breath blew through the cave again, death in its wake.
The worm collapsed to the ground.
The silence was worse than the sound.
Azriel left hiding instantly, his wings closed as he ran towards Nesta and the
undead beast that still held the beast.
Every muscle in Bryce's body tensed, his voice whispering over and over to
her: Deadly. You must die. You must die. You must
to die.
She hated the way her body shook as Nesta slowly approached her. How
both parts of him, the human and the Vanir, trembled at the thing, whatever it was,
behind the mask.
Azriel didn't take a single step back. Nesta stopped in front of him.
Nothing human or fae looked through the holes in the mask.
“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice as cold as ice. — Let the creature rest again.
“Cassian is waiting for you, Nesta,” Azriel said, with a gentler tone of voice. —
Take off the Mask. — Nesta remained
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silently, Ataraxia at the ready in his hand. One move and Azriel would be
dead. — He's waiting for you at the House of Wind. — Azriel continued. - At
home.
Nesta blinked again. The silver flame softened a little.
As if whoever Cassian was, and whatever the House of Wind was...
perhaps they were the only things capable of fighting the siren song of the
Masquerade.
“Gwyn and Emerie are waiting,” Azriel pressed. —And Feyre and Elain.
—The silver flame flashed again. Then Azriel said, “Nyx is also waiting.
Nesta returned to stow Ataraxia on her back and said to Bryce, “Keep
walking.”
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It took Bryce hours to stop shaking. Until you keep that cold, deadly wind
away from your skin. Until you stop hearing the whisper of your death, the
death of all things.
I had never seen anything like that mask. Nesta seemed at her mercy,
brought back to herself only after Azriel listed those people who, whoever
they were, were obviously important to Nesta.
"Because whatever you hope to find at the end of these tunnels," Azriel explained with
lethal calm, "whatever is worth the effort of trying to kill us... it has to be something very
worth seeing."
— You could leave me here and go alone. — She shouldn't have suggested that. But
it was already too late.
“The star on your chest would disagree,” Nesta teased, and finally left Azriel's side into
the darkness. — We've already tried hard to find out what yours is. Now, it's best to go all
the way.
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After another fitful nap, Azriel and Nesta were still clearly irritated
with Bryce. And they had every right, but didn't she also have the
right to be pissed off? They had manipulated her the entire time,
watching her as if she were an animal in a zoo, making her believe
that she had caused that collapse when it was their work...
Ruhn managed to keep the food in his stomach, and that was all he
had to say about himself there, lying and sleeping on the filthy, fetid
floor.
Maybe it was because he hadn't really slept in days.
Maybe it was because Athalar had asked him to make an effort and
deep down he knew he needed to act like a fucking adult.
But there he was. On a familiar-looking bridge in his mind.
Facing a burning female figure.
Ruhn? Lidia's voice reached his ears. What there was?
— I need to pass on spy information. — Each word sounded cold
and succinct.
The flame around Lidia dimmed until it was just her and her
flowing golden hair, and that took a bit of a toll on him. She was
fucking beautiful. He wouldn't have cared, not if
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It mattered during those weeks when they were getting to know each other
better, but...
She stood three meters away. He did not care about his stars and
night. He didn't care.
— Bryce... was trying to get to Hell for help.
Failed.
Lidia's face was impassive.
—And how is it possible for you to know that?
— The Moat Prince paid Hunt a little visit. He confirmed that Bryce is
not with him... or his brothers.
Points to Lidia for not expressing displeasure upon hearing Apollion
mentioned. She didn't even ask why Hunt was contacting him.
Ruhn swallowed.
—What will happen if the mystics find out where she is?
Lidia shook her head, flames enveloping her locks.
- I don't know. But he must have some plan in mind.
Ruhn asked, “Why
can't they find her? I thought mystics could find anything.
— Spirit.
He stopped, shuddering at the way she said his name, remembering
what it was like to hear it for the first time, after the equinox ball, when she
discovered who he was.
But that was the problem, wasn't it? She knew who he was... and he
knew who she was. I knew that despite being Agent Daybright, she had
been the Doe for decades before she decided to rebel. He had committed
many despicable acts for Sandriel and had punished them long before he
killed the Harpy to save his life. Did changing sides erase your past?
She said quietly:
— I'm doing what I can to help you.
Ruhn looked over his shoulder. She hugged her own waist.
“I don't care what you're fucking doing. I only came here because other
lives may depend on it.
There was pain in his eyes, which made him even more angry.
How dare she look at him like that, like she was hurt, when it was his
fucking heart that...
“You're dead to me,” Ruhn hissed, and disappeared.
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“It's too narrow for me to fly,” Azriel said, scanning the seemingly endless
abyss between them and the rest of the tunnel. This time there was no
bridge at all. Just a narrow, infinite fall. There was no room for Azriel to
spread his wings. It was too vast for them to jump.
— Is this another manipulation? — Bryce asked Nesta coldly.
Nesta snorted.
— The stone doesn't lie. He can't open his wings even halfway.
Azriel said:
— Give me a reason that makes me believe that you wouldn't cross
alone and leave us here.
- I don't have. You need to believe me.
— After what you just did?
“Remember, I'm going to trust you not to poke a hole in the
middle of my chest. — She pointed to the star. —Aim right there.
— I already said: we don't want to kill you.
—Then aim carefully.
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Her cell phone. The screen lit up with Nesta's movement, glowing in
the darkness, showing Hunt's face. That beautiful, wonderful face, so full
of joy...
Azriel and Nesta also squinted because of the strong light, the photo,
and the cell phone disappeared again, after being stuffed into Nesta's
pocket again.
— There's an image hidden inside the cover — added Nesta. — You
with three other females.
The photo of Bryce, Danika, June and Fury. He had forgotten that he
had placed it there before going to Pangera. Right there, in Nesta's pocket,
protected by those fancy waterproofing charms she had purchased, was
her only link to Midgard. With the people he cared about. And if she was
stuck in this shitty world... that could be the last thing she had left.
Nesta shrugged.
— I thought you might find it valuable.
—And how do you know I'm not bluffing? Making you think it has some
meaning just to leave you down here?
— For the same reason that made her run back to check if we were
alive — Azriel replied coldly.
Right. The very attitude exposed her. Finally, he said to Azriel:
— Aim for the star.
—How much power should I use?
Gods, this had everything to go wrong. Experimenting with a power
she neither knew nor understood...
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- Are you well? Nesta asked, something like concern in her voice.
Was it due to his power? Or something from that world? Not even
Hunt's power made her feel this way, so fearless, like the purest of
drinks.
Bryce closed his eyes and counted to ten, breathing heavily.
Letting the power sit in your blood. In your bones.
Tingling in your limbs.
She slowly straightened up, opening her eyes. By the way their
faces were lit up, he knew their gaze had become incandescent.
“Come on,” Azriel said, letting go of her hand. Because now, the sword and the
knife weren't just about pulling. They were vibrating, and all she had to do was reach
out...
But before he could give in to temptation, Azriel threw himself into the
darkness.
Staying a few centimeters away was still not enough to block the vibration of
the blades. But Bryce tried to ignore it, aware that Nesta was watching her closely.
He tried to pretend everything was fine.
Even though I knew I wasn't. Not even a little. And there was
feeling that what awaited her at the end of the tunnels would be even worse.
***
“The Cauldron,” Nesta said hours later, pointing to another drawing on the wall. In
fact, there was a gigantic cauldron on what appeared to be the peak of a barren
mountain with three stars on top.
“All kinds of life come from him,” Azriel said with something like reverence. —
The Mother placed him in this world, and life emerged from there.
Bryce nodded.
— She didn't talk to me or anything. I just... felt it.
—And what did it feel like? — Nesta asked softly.
— It felt like death. Bryce exhaled. — Death in person.
Nesta's gaze seemed more distant, more serious. —
That's what the Mask does: it gives its wearer power over Death itself.
O Chifre, I have been given a gift. The gates raised by Theia from Pelias to Midgard.
Perhaps it was also forged by the Cauldron.
Bryce kept that knowledge, kept the questions it raised.
— We have nothing like the Cauldron on Midgard. Solas is our sun god,
Cthona is his partner and earth goddess. Luna is his sister, the moon;
Ogenas, Cthona's jealous sister, lives in the seas. And Urd guides everyone,
she is the weaver of luck, of destiny. — Bryce added after a while: — I think
I'm here because of her.
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Bryce asked, because part of her needed to know after seeing the
Masquerade:
— Where do your souls go after death? — Did they even believe in
the concept of a soul? Maybe it would be better to start there.
—That friend I mentioned, the one who discovered the truth about the
asteri. When she died, I was worried, because I thought they wouldn't give
her the honor of going to the coast in her Sailboat. I... couldn't allow you to
go through this insult anymore. At that time, I still didn't know about
secundalux. I made a deal with the Under-King: my soul, my place in the
Bone Quarter in exchange for hers. — The horrifying silence came again.
—So when I die, I won't stay there. I do not know where I'm going.
- The cell phone? — The word couldn't be translated into their language
and it sounded ridiculous with that accent.
Nesta nodded, her eyes glued to the tunnel in front of her.
— We almost went crazy trying to figure out what he does.
***
Tharion cornered the dragon in the pit bathroom. He could barely stand, his
left leg had a cut made by the claws of a jaguar shifter he faced at lunchtime,
as entertainment. But that night, prime time wouldn't be his—not with Ithan
in the ring.
Starting with Tristan Flynn, who seems like a calm goofball, but could very
well tear you apart with his bare hands... and me too.
Ariadne sighed and tried to get around him. Tharion grabbed her arm, his
fingertip claws digging into her soft flesh.
- I'm serious.
- What about me? — she sneered.
- What do you have?
— Are you going to warn Ithan not to hurt me?
He blinked.
— You are a dragon.
Another one of those humorless laughs.
— I have a job to do. And I also took an oath.
— Always wanting to be the best of all.
She tried to free her arm, but he dug his nails in harder.
She hissed:
— I'm not part of your little group of conspirators, and I don't want to be. I
don't give a shit and walk about you, or whatever you're trying to do against
the asteri. It's pretty obvious that they're all going to end
dead.
— So what do you want, Ari? Live like this?
Her skin heated up, burning his palm, and he had no choice but to let go.
She stomped to the hallway door that led to the eerily silent ring. As the Viper
Queen had promised, only she would watch.
***
“Cell phones have cameras,” Bryce replied, “and a camera is like making an
an object that... yes. It's time. instantaneous drawing of a cell phone.
— Gods, so many words and terms from the language itself to explain. She continued: —
But with perfect finishes, full of details. And don't ask me any more than that, because I
have no idea how it works in practice.
Nesta laughed, landing gracefully on the opposite bank. Azriel walked forward, into
the darkness, the carvings around him illuminated by Bryce's star: more war, more death,
more suffering... this time on a grander scale, entire cities in flames, people screaming in
pain, devastation and suffering at even greater levels. No paradise to counteract the
suffering. Just
death.
Nesta stopped by the riverbank to wait for Bryce
finished crossing.
— And he also has music. Like a Symphony?
— I don't know what this is about, but yes, he has music. I have thousands of songs
here.
— Thousands? Nesta stirred as Bryce jumped from the last rock to the shore, gravel
sliding beneath her sneakers. — In this tiny little thing? Did you record them all?
— No... there's a whole industry full of people whose job it is to record these songs
and, once again, I have no idea how it works in practice. — Once he had his footing, Bryce
followed Azriel, a burly shadow silhouetted against the dark.
walls around them became even more painful. Azriel muttered ahead,
turning toward them with one hand shielding his eyes, and Bryce quickly
turned off the flashlight.
Nesta smiled.
— I'm surprised this thing isn't capable of cooking and changing your
clothes, too.
— Wait a few years and maybe he'll make it.
—But do you have magic to do these things?
Bryce shrugged.
— Yes. Magic and technology kind of overlap in my world. But for those
who don't have much of the former, technology helps a lot to fill in the gaps.
— And that artillery you showed — commented Azriel, his voice low,
stopping walking so that they could catch up to him. — Those...
weapons.
“It was technology,” Bryce explained, “not magic. But some Vanir must
have found a way to combine magic and machines to lethal effect.
The carvings went on: battles and suffering, two females running on
either side of the passage, as if towards that wall... in fact, there was an arc
engraved around the star. As if that was destiny all along.
nature beside her, also approached, her hand already resting on the
Revealer of Truth.
The lower tip of the star extended downward, right in front of
Bryce. Then, she placed her hand on the metal and pushed. Anything
it happened.
A dry, ancient darkness waited beyond the starry door. There was no
sound or any sign of life. Just more darkness. Older, somehow, than the
tunnel they left behind. Heavier. More vigilant.
floor carved with symbols and designs similar to those on the tunnel walls.
It was like game day, Ithan told himself. The same agitation coursing
through his body, the same sharp focus taking hold of him.
But there would be no judges. No rules. No one to ask for time.
He was standing on the edge of the empty ring, right in the center of
the pit where the fights were taking place, surrounded by his friends and
Sigrid. The elves, unable to witness such violence, chose not to attend.
— We are a pack — Ithan declared to Tharion, Flynn and Dec are what
we do—,for each other. —No one objected. O
His heart was tight.
Tharion's eyes sparkled with excitement.
- Thanks.
The double doors on the other side of the place opened to reveal the
Viper Queen in a gold jumpsuit with matching high-top sneakers.
"She'll most likely make Ari leap from the rafters in a ball of fire," Tharion
muttered as the snake shifter moved through the chamber with sinuous,
unhurried grace. Ithan looked up, but the dark part of the ring remained
empty as far as his keen wolf vision could see.
The Viper Queen stopped a few feet away and frowned at Ithan.
— Is that what you chose to use? — He analyzed the t-shirt and jeans.
The same clothes he had been wearing since he arrived in that hellish
place. But she pointed at Tharion. — I should have tidied him up a little.
— An hour ago, an offer came in that was too good to pass up.
refused.
— She is not a slave — Tharion irritated, his face darker.
livid than Ithan had ever seen. — You don't fucking own her.
— No — agreed the Viper Queen, still typing — but the agreement was...
advantageous for both of us. She agreed. — The Viper Queen finally raised her
head. There was no gentleness in his green eyes as he analyzed Tharion. — In my
opinion, she accepted just so she wouldn't have to turn Holstrom into a barbecue.
I would like to know who made her feel so bad about this.
Everyone turned to the merman, who gasped at the Viper Queen.
— But it's obvious — the Viper continued, returning to writing on her cell phone
— that I didn't inform the new employer that the dragon is a soft-hearted little
creature. Taking into account the new environment, I think this will change quickly.
— The sound of a message being sent punctuated his words.
Tharion looked like he was about to vomit. Ithan didn't blame him.
But Ithan forced himself to focus on what mattered, to breathe normally. She
wanted him to lose his mind. I wanted to unbalance him. He straightened his
shoulders.
— So who am I going to fight?
The Viper Queen put her cell phone in her pocket and smiled, revealing the
excessively white teeth.
— Against the heiress Fendyr, obviously.
***
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Azriel shook his head slowly, his dark hair shining under the fae lights flickering
above him.
— It's impossible for us to have walked that far. The door must be some kind
of portal that brought us here from the continent.
Nesta raised her eyebrows.
- How is this possible?
— There are caves and doors spread throughout the continent — explained
Azriel — which open to distant places. Maybe that was one of them. — He looked
at Bryce, noticing that she was listening closely, and added, — Let's go inside.
The Aster's handle moved toward her—she could pick it up and touch it
with her free hand. One movement, and she could hold him tight.
Maybe both.
Too soon, too quickly, they approached the entrance to the huge round
chamber at the end of the short passage. Faerie lights danced above carvings
etched into the stone floor, as ornate and detailed as those in the tunnels that
led there. The floor of the chamber was littered with them.
But between her and that room there was a feeling of evil.
omen, of heaviness, of Stay away from this shit.
Even the sword and dagger seemed to fall silent. His star remained off. As
if she had fulfilled her task. They had arrived at the place where they had been
forced to bring her.
Bryce took a deep breath.
— I'm going in. Take a step back — he warned Azriel.
— And miss out on the fun? — muttered Azriel. Nesta laughed behind
them.
“I'm serious,” Bryce replied, trying to free his hand. - Stay there.
focused on the star as she said, more to herself than to them: — It had all
those protections keeping it there.
Azriel scanned the chamber, still not letting go of Bryce's hand as he
said to Nesta, "We don't
know what else might be stored here."
“I felt nothing but the Harp last time,” Nesta replied, but still assessed
the chamber with the attention of a warrior.
“The Arrow,” she whispered. — The Scorpion and the Fish... this is a
map of my cosmos. — His shoe slammed against a raised half-orbit, a
screaming face carved into it. — Siph. — The outermost planet. It was on to
the next one, a similar pile with a serious male face. — Orestes.
She blinked.
- Yes.
“Interesting,” Nesta said, tilting her head. — Maybe the
name came from the same source.
Bryce indicated the next mound, the face of a bearded old man.
— Oden. — The next one, closer to the center of the room, was a young,
smiling male. — Lakos. — Another mound appeared on the other side of the
star, huge and covered with a helmet. “Thurr,” she said. Then he pointed to
a mound with a female head on it. —Farya. —And beyond Farya there was
a great high mountain with
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She scanned the room again and turned to the eight-pointed star.
Exactly between Lakos and Thurr.
—Midgard. — The name seemed to echo in the chamber. —
Someone went to a lot of work to make this floor. Someone who was in
my world and then came back here. Bryce glanced over his shoulder at
Nesta, the warrior's face inscrutable. — You said there was a harp in the
eight-pointed star? — The warrior agreed. —What kind of harp? Was it
special in some way?
“Whoever touched it could move between different physical spaces,”
Nesta said, a little too quickly.
- What else? asked Bryce, and his chest glowed again.
Azriel raised his hand toward Nesta, as if to cover her face.
her mouth to stop her from speaking, but she
said: — The Harp was Made. I could stop time.
— Does she stop time? — Bryce's knees shook.
He could only think of one group of people in his world who would be
capable of creating things like this. That, if he had indeed made such
objects, he had a good reason to want to return to this world. To claim
them.
"Was there ever," Bryce ventured, a sudden hunch taking shape in
his mind, "a Made object called a Horn?"
“I don't know,” Nesta replied. - Why?
Bryce looked at the eight-pointed star, the heart of the chamber, on
that map of the cosmos.
—Someone put the Harp there for some reason.
“To keep her hidden,” Azriel said.
“No,” Bryce replied softly, staring at the star, his free hand touching
the corresponding scar on his chest.
She had guided her there. To that exact place where the Harp had
been.
— It was left to someone like me.
- What do you mean? — Nesta demanded, her voice echoing off the
rocks.
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Hunt coughed, seeing stars each time he gasped, spitting out blood.
— Damn, Athalar — Baxian grumbled from where he was hanging
next to Danaan, despite not being in a much better state.
They spent a few hours on the ground before Pollux hoisted them
up again. Hunt couldn't stop screaming as his shoulders dislocated
once again.
But they requisitioned Pollux elsewhere, and apparently there was
no one else in the palace with such a fucked-up mind to carry out that
kind of torture, so they left the three of them there.
Bryce. Her name came back with each wet, harsh breath.
He had wanted so many things with her. A normal and happy life. Children.
Gods, how many times had he imagined what her beautiful face
would look like as she held her beautiful winged children? They would
have their mother's hair and temperament, and his gray wings, and
every now and then he would see a glimpse of their mother's own smile
on their angelic little faces.
The last time he'd been in the dungeons, he hadn't had a vision of
the future to hold on to. Shahar was dead, taking with her most of the
Fallen and all of his dreams. But maybe that
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was even worse. Getting so close to those dreams, being able to see them so
vividly, knowing that Bryce was out there... and he wasn't.
Hunt pushed those thoughts aside, their pain worse than the pain he felt in his
shoulders, in his broken body, and mumbled, “Danaan.” He's awake.
All the failures on Mount Hermon, the Fallen dead, the loss of Shahar, becoming
a slave... secondary.
All the constant failures of the last few months, which led them to that disastrous
moment, until then... secondary.
If this was the only chance they had, he would leave everything else aside. Last
time, he had been alone. He had spent seven years down there, alone. He had for
company only the screams of his fellow Fallen being tortured in the other chambers,
serving as an hourly reminder of their defeats. This was followed by two years in
Ramiel's dungeons. Nine years alone.
— Without making any noise — warned Baxian as Ruhn moved his body back
and forth, swaying all his weight. Aiming at the shelf full of weapons and gadgets
almost within reach of his feet.
— Far... too far — Ruhn said, legs stretched out toward the bookshelf. Trying to
grab the iron poker that, if the prince's abdomen had the strength to hold it, could
turn to face him.
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up and position it with your feet, cradling it in the chain links and twisting it
until, with luck, it comes loose.
It was a small chance—but any chance was worth a try.
The bookshelf was still far away. A few more inches and Ruhn could
grab the poker handle with his feet, but those inches were insurmountable.
The shock hit Hunt like a bullet. On the other side of Ruhn, Baxian
asked: — What is it?
“I'm not going to rip your fucking hand off,” Hunt managed to say. — It's
the
only way I can reach it. It will grow back.
“That's crazy,” Baxian added.
Ruhn nodded to Hunt.
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- I make.
Hunt shook his head. Despite the fact that Baxian could probably reach
him if Ruhn reached out towards him...
“I will,” Baxian insisted. — My teeth are sharper. - It was a lie. Maybe his
teeth would be sharper if he was transformed into a Hellhound, but...
— I don't care who does it — Ruhn said, do it now before I change—, only
my mind.
Hunt studied Baxian's face again. He found only calm—and pain. Baxian
said, his voice soft: — Leave this weight on
my shoulders. You can load the next one.
The Hellhound had been Hunt's enemy for many years in Sandriel's
fortress. Where did that male end up? Did he actually exist, or was he just a
mask all along? Why had Baxian even joined Sandriel in the first place?
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Here was the male with whom Hunt had stirred up trouble at the time—with
devastating results. Including that scar that snaked down Baxian's neck,
courtesy of Hunt's lightning.
— Get ready — Baxian warned Ruhn, quietly. — You can't scream.
***
With the excuse that she was menstruating, Lidia got a little privacy to think
about her plan, reflect on whether it would work or not, pace the room and
debate whether she had trusted the right people.
Trust was an unfamiliar concept to her, even before she became Agent
Daybright. The father certainly never inspired any confidence. And after her
mother sent her away, at three years old, straight into the arms of that
monstrous male... trust didn't exist in her world.
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— I'm surprised Rigelus didn't tell you sooner. — Pollux took off his
bloody t-shirt.
Ruhn's blood was on him, the smell filling the doors. Ruhn's blood...
With defined muscles, Pollux walked to the shower, where liters and
liters of blood were washed from his body. A kind of wild excitement seemed
to pulse through him as he turned on the tap.
— My story begins before I was born. — The female's voice was mournful,
melancholic. Tired and sad. — In a time that I only know through the stories my
mother tells, through my father's memories. — She raised a finger to the space
between her eyebrows. — They both already showed it to me once, in my mind.
And I will show you.
“Careful,” warned Azriel, but it was already too late. Silene's face
disappeared and the mist swirled where she was. It glowed, casting light on
Nesta's shocked face as she stopped next to Bryce.
Bryce nodded. I could agree to such conditions. Then, Silene's voice rose
from the mist. And any promise of running away disappeared from Bryce's mind.
We lived as slaves of the daglan. For five thousand years, our people—the
High Fae—knelt at their feet. They were cruel, powerful, cunning. Any attempt
at rebellion was put down before the forces could come together. My ancestors
tried for generations. They all failed.
The fog finally dissipated.
And in their wake spread a field of corpses under a gray sky, similar to that
carved kilometers ago in the tunnels: crucifixes, beasts, blood eagles...
The daglan commanded the High Fae. And we, in turn, commanded the
humans and lands that the daglan allowed us to command. However, it was an
illusion of power. We knew who our true masters were. We were obliged to pay
the Tribute once a year. Offering parts of our power in reverence. To fuel their
power — and limit ours.
The hand that claimed power rose and Bryce stiffened as the memory
expanded and revealed the hand's owner: a dark-haired, white-skinned
asteri.
There was no mistaking the cold, unearthly eyes. She wore golden
robes, a crown of stars on her head. The red lips curled into a cold smile
as the hand closed tightly around the seed of power.
Lidia froze upon hearing Pollux's words as he stepped under the hot
spray of the shower.
— What do you mean, they fixed the Harpy?
The Hammer replied over the sound of the water, tilting his head to
wet his golden hair: — They're working
on it as a kind of little project...
Rigelus just told me. Apparently, everything is going well.
— What's going well? — asked Lidia, using all her training to keep
her heartbeat at the right pace.
— She will wake up. Rigelus needs one more thing. — Pollux
opened the shower door and reached for her. More of an order than an
invitation.
With fingers that seemed distant, Lidia unbuttoned her uniform.
— What about my period? — she asked, as shy as she could be.
“The water will wash away the blood,” Pollux said, and she hated
the weight of his gaze as he undressed. As she entered, the scalding
temperature of the water made her shiver. Pollux just pulled her against
his naked body, pressing his erection against her.
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— When will the Harpy wake up? — Lidia asked when Pollux's
mouth found her neck and he bit down hard enough to make her shiver
again.
If the Harpy came back and said what she had seen, who would actually tell her?
we...
None of Lidia's plans, no matter how well thought out, would matter.
Pollux slid his hand down her ass, cupping and squeezing.
He bit her ear, completely unaware of the dread that filled her as he
spoke against her wet skin.
- Shortly. — Another squeeze, this time stronger. — One more or
two days and we will have her back.
***
The Viper Queen's announcement could very well have been a sulfur
bomb dropped into the room.
Tharion looked at Ithan, Sigrid, and the snake shifter. A
Heiress Fendyr stared at the female, her face pale with shock.
The Viper Queen spoke slowly:
— What did you actually tell me? That I was no better than the
Astronomer? — She waved her manicured hand toward the ring, the
gold nail polish shining. — Well, here's a chance to free yourself. I don't
think he ever offered you anything like that.
***
Bryce stared at the beautiful, hard-featured female, who could rival the Doe in
wickedness and beauty. Theia.
Silene's next words only served to confirm the
how similar the ancient Fae Queen and the Doe were:
But my mother, Theia, used her time serving the daglan to learn all she
could about their instruments of conquest. The Nefarious Treasures, as we
secretly called them. The Mask, the Harp, the Crown and the Horn.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bryce noticed Nesta watching her, after
hear the last word.
The Horn was brother to the Mask and the Harp that Nesta had mentioned.
It had come from here and, worse, it was part of some deadly asteri arsenal...
It's Theia.
The carving in the tunnel that displayed a crowned and masked queen,
Theia, appeared in Bryce's mind. She held two instruments: a horn and a harp.
The daglan, Silene continued, always disagreed about who should control
the Treasury, so most of the time the Treasury went unused. That's what caused
their downfall.
Was that why then? What was she sent to that world for? To find out more
about this Treasury — which could, perhaps,
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destroy the asteri? But Bryce could only watch as the vision showed Theia's
hands plucking objects from the black pedestals. Taking them away from the
underground mountains where they were kept, using arch-shaped caves to
move quickly across the land.
My mother and father, Fionn, kept their love a secret over the years,
knowing that the daglan would love to tear them apart if they found out about
their affair. But the two managed to meet in secret — and plan the insurrection.
“The first and last High King of these lands,” Azriel whispered.
Before Bryce could think more about it, Silene continued, But my mother
and father knew they needed the most valuable of
all daglan weapons.
Bryce tensed. This had to be the weapon that gave them the advantage...
The snow around Ramiel dissipated, revealing a huge iron vessel at the
base of the monolith. Even through vision, his presence seeped into the world,
something heavy and sinister.
“The Cauldron,” Nesta said, her voice filled with dread.
So, it wasn't a useful weapon. Bryce braced himself as Silene continued.
The Cauldron was from our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the
daglan captured him and used their powers to distort him. To transform it into
something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.
And the horrors that came from... those would also be enjoyed by my parents.
Another memory came, Fionn pulling a long blade from the Cauldron,
dripping with water. A dark blade, whose dark metal absorbed any trace of light
around it. Bryce's knees weakened. Aster.
Two other figures stood there, veiled by the thick snow, but Bryce barely
had time to think about them before Silene's narration began again.
They fought the daglan and won, she continued. They destroyed them by
using the daglan's own weapons against them. But my parents didn't think to
learn the daglan's other secrets—they were too tired, too eager to overcome
the past.
“Wait,” Bryce interrupted. — How did they use these weapons? — Nesta
and Azriel cast wary glances in their direction.
— How the fuck did they use it? And what other secrets...?
But Silene kept talking, the story spilling out of her mouth.
My father became High King, and my mother, his queen. But this island
you're on, this place... my mother claimed it for herself. The same island where
she had once served as a slave became her domain, her sanctuary. The
female daglan who had ruled before her had chosen her for
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its strategic location, which allowed defense, the fog that kept it hidden from
others. And my mother did the same. But on top of that, she told me several
times that she and her heirs were the only ones worthy of taking care of this
island.
Nesta murmured to Azriel, “Was
the Prison once royal territory?”
Bryce didn't care; and Azriel didn't respond. Silene had covered up how
Theia and Fionn used the Treasures and the Cauldron against the Asteri, and
why the Hell had she gone to that planet if not to learn that?
Which didn't please my mother, nor many of the members of her court;
especially his general, Pelias. He agreed with my mother that Helen was too
young to inherit our father's throne. But my mother was still in her prime. Still
full of power, and it was evident that she had been blessed by the gods
themselves, as she had daughters after a long wait.
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The Aster appeared from the center of the lake, shining in the gray
light. A second later, a scaly hand raised a knife—the Truth Revealer.
Remains or a gift from the creature, Bryce surmised as they glistened in
the gray light, dripping water. Whatever... faced with such betrayal and
brutality, who cared?
My father never showed any generosity; He kept Gwydion for a long
time and never offered it to my mother. The dagger that had belonged to
his dear friend, killed during the war, hung on his waist, unused. But not
for long.
Theia held out her hands towards the water and the offered blades.
And with phantom wings, sword and knife flew to her. Summoned into
your hands.
Starlight shone on Theia as she caught the sword and knife out of the
air, the blades gleaming with her own starlight.
My mother returned that day with just Pelias and my father's blades.
Because they had been Made with her help, they responded to the call in
their blood. To her power.
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Bryce knew that calling. I had been listening to it since I arrived in that world. A
shiver ran down his spine.
And then she took the Treasures for herself.
Theia sat on the throne, the Harp and Horn at her side, the
Mask on your lap and the Crown on top of your head.
Unrestrained and unlimited power was on that throne. Bryce almost
I couldn't breathe.
The Theia of whom Aidas had spoken so highly... was she a murderous tyrant?
As if in response, Silene said: Our people
have bowed. What other option did they have in the face of such power? And for
a short time, she ruled. I couldn't say if the years were good for my people; but there
was no war. At least that. “Yeah,” Bryce hissed, more to
Silene than the others. —,
at least that.
My sister and I grew up. We were educated by our mother, who always reminded
us that, even though the daglan had been defeated, evil was still alive. Evil lurked
beneath our feet, always waiting to devour us. I believe she said that to keep us
honest and loyal, certainly more than she ever was. However, as we grew older and
grew in our powers, it became clear that only one of us could inherit the throne. I
loved Helena more than anything. If she wanted the throne, she would have it. But
her interest was as little as mine.
It wasn't enough for my mother. Having everything she ever wanted wasn't
enough.
“Typical self-centered mother,” Bryce muttered.
My mother remembered the daglan's conversation, that they had mentioned
other worlds. Places they had conquered. And with two daughters and a throne...
only entire worlds would do for us. For her legacy.
Bryce shook his head again. I knew where this would lead.
Remembering the teachings of her former mistress, my mother knew she could
wield the Horn and Harp to open a door. To take the Fae to new heights, new wealth
and new prestige.
Bryce rolled his eyes. The same corrupt and delusional fae rulers, millennia away.
However, when she announced her vision to the court, many were against it.
They had just overthrown their conquerors, and now they would become
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conquerors too? They demanded that she close the door and forget about
this insanity.
But she was not deterred. There were enough fae in their lands, along
with some of the southern firebearers, who supported the idea, merchants
who salivated at the thought of the untapped riches of other worlds. And so
she assembled a team.
Pelias instructed her where to focus her intentions. Using star maps
old and with notes from his former masters, he chose a world for them.
Bryce's stomach dropped. The asteri must have kept archives and
records from this world as well. Just like the room Bryce found in the palace,
full of notes about conquered planets. Twilight, they named the room. As if,
of all the worlds mentioned inside, that world remained their focus. That
place.
Pelias told her that it was a world the daglan had long coveted but had
not had the chance to conquer. An empty but abundant world.
She had no way of knowing that Pelias had spent our era of peace
learning ancient summoning magics and scouring the cosmos for what
remained of the daglan on other worlds. I wonder what he wanted with them;
perhaps he knew that, to wrest the Treasury from Theia and seize power for
himself, he needed someone more powerful than himself.
— You idiot — Bryce blurted out when he saw the image of Pelias and
Theia hovering over a table full of star maps. — You two: fucking idiots.
And after all this searching, someone finally answered: a daglan who
used his army of mystics to scour galaxies in search of our world. The daglan
promised all the rewards to Pelias, if only he could convince my mother, right
now, to use the Grim Treasures to open a portal to the world he indicated.
But if Theia opened the door to this realm, if she had the Horn and the
Harp, why didn't the Asteri grab them both right away? They wanted this
world, they wanted the Treasure, and Theia practically handed them both
on a platter. The Asteri were too smart, too wicked, to have forgotten that.
So, it was likely that they had a plan in mind...
By the grace of the Mother, she was so paranoid about any new allies
or companions that she hid the Horn and the Harp. She created a pocket
of nothing, from what she told me, and hid them there. Only she had access
to the pocket of nothing—only she could retrieve the Horn and Harp from
its depths. But she didn't know that Pelias had already told the daglan about
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the existence of these artifacts. She had no idea that they left her alive, even for
a short time, just to find out where she had hidden them.
So that Pelias, under their command, could get this information out of her.
She also had no idea that the gate she left open to our home world... the
daglan had been waiting for this too for a long, long time. But they were patient.
Content to allow more and more of Theia's forces into the new world—leaving her
world defenseless. Content to wait to gain her trust so she could hand over the
Horn and Harp.
It was a trap that would last months or years. Obtaining Theia's instruments
of power, marching to our homeworld and claiming it... it was a long, elegant trap,
to be pulled at the perfect moment.
And, distracted by the beauty of our new world, we didn't stop to think that
everything was too easy. Too simple.
Midgard was a land of plenty. Of green, light and beauty. Very similar to our
own lands. With one huge exception. The memory extended to the view, from a
cliff, of a distant plain full of creatures. Some winged, others not. We were not the
only beings who went to that world in hopes of claiming it. We would discover too
late that the other peoples were attracted to the daglan under equally friendly
disguises. And that they also came armed and ready to fight for these lands. But
before conflict could break out between us all, we discovered that Midgard was
already occupied.
Theia and Pelias, with Helena and Silene behind them, ten warriors following
them, stood atop the cliff, overlooking the lush green land and the huge walled
city on the horizon.
Bryce couldn't breathe. She had spent years working in the company of the
lost books of Parthos, knowing that a great human civilization had flourished
within its walls, but here, before her, was proof of that greatness, of the human
skill that existed on Midgard. And it was completely removed.
She braced herself, knowing what was coming next, and hating it.
In Midgard, we find cities carved by human hands. It was a world inhabited
mainly by humans and a few unusual creatures that remained isolated. It was a
blank page, as far as it goes
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respect for the worlds. With little native magic to combat the power of the
daglan.
“Fuck you,” Bryce whispered. Nesta grunted in agreement. — Blank page
sucks. — Bryce clenched his fists, a familiar, simmering anger building beneath
his skin.
However, the humans were not pleased with our arrival.
A legion of armed humans lined up outside a walled city, built of light stone.
Bryce didn't want to watch, but he couldn't look away from the sight.
My mother had dealt with human uprisings before. She knew what to do.
Humans lay slaughtered, the sand beneath them bathed in blood. Bryce
was shaking, his jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
So many dead — soldiers and civilians. Adults and... Gods, she couldn't bear
to see the small bodies.
Azriel swore, under his breath, a torrent of obscenities. The breath
Nesta's body was heavy.
Even so, Silene continued speaking, her voice unwavering, as if the
memory of the merciless bloodshed did not disturb her in the slightest.
Had she been sent here to learn this? That she was not the
heiress of a courageous savior, but the descendant of a morally
corrupt lineage?
It didn't matter if it was what the star wanted her to learn or not —
now that she knew, she couldn't forget it.
There would never be any reparations for what their ancestors did.
Thinking about that was like having a knife stuck in his chest, and
Bryce could have walked away right then, told Silene's memory to go
fuck itself with his history class. But what if this unbearable story
offered some hint on how to save the future of Midgard...
Standing at the edge of the ring, Ithan realized he couldn't hold back.
mover.
I would have to do that. That final disgrace, betraying who he was as
a person, as a wolf...
Across the ring, Sigrid was so small. So thin and fragile and new in
this world. In that reality. Had he freed her from the tank for this? For it to
end there?
“Begin,” the Viper Queen intoned.
Flynn, Dec and Tharion stood aside, barely containing their anger.
Tharion was right. He had been so stupid to get involved with the
Viper Queen like that, imagining that it would just be bleeding, maybe
getting some burns...
And now, because of this, Ariadne had also been traded.
He barely knew the dragon, but now he had another burden to carry.
precipice.
He aimed a punch at Sigrid's face, who dodged to the side.
side with surprising speed. The speed of an alpha.
Ithan attacked again and she dodged again, out of pure instinct.
Sigrid jumped in one motion with her claws bared.
Ithan was shocked to see the claws, displayed so readily. He felt
rooted to the ground — a second longer than he should have been.
She tore through his skin at his ribs, a sharp pain spreading like acid
through his body...
He walked away at the sound of Flynn's swearing. He placed his
hand at his side. Warm blood leaked through his fingers.
A feeling intensified in him. Kept it firmly in place. This is how it would
be: wolf to wolf. Alpha to... whatever he was.
A wolf without a pack.
Ithan attacked again, a lower blow...
His fist collided with Sigrid's soft belly, but she didn't fall. The alpha
turned around, her elbow slamming directly into his nose.
It wasn't the most elegant of tactics, but it was smart. He broke some
bones, blood gushed out, and claws scratched his face...
He staggered back again. She had attacked his fucking eyes. Ithan
lunged at her, knocking her to the ground.
—Holstrom! — shouted Tharion, and he couldn't tell if it was a warning
or retaliation, but there was no time to think about it as Sigrid's claws
pierced his shoulder. Ithan reared back, roaring, releasing his claws.
She raised her legs and kicked. He grabbed her by the ankles, but he
wasn't fast enough. Her foot hit Ithan, who flew backwards, backwards...
He landed hard on the other side of the ring, a muffled noise that
it echoed throughout his bones.
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Overcome with shame, Tharion watched the bloodbath unfold before him.
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He was the one who should be there, in that position, with the Queen
Viper. He didn't deserve to be freed, even if they fought for him.
Ariadne. Her name resonated through him. Sold — or
negotiated, whatever that meant. Because of him. Because of what he
had said to her, apparently.
Everything he touched turned to shit.
“This isn't going to end well,” Flynn muttered. — Even if Ithan wins...
— Whatever state Sigrid was in, they couldn't leave that night.
However, despite the shame, Tharion had to admit that she fought
better than he expected. Sloppy and untrained, yes, but she was doing
well. Enduring the struggle.
She and Ithan rolled on the ground, claws bared, blood spraying...
Ithan took a blow to the chin that tore his skin. Sigrid seemed ready
to make mincemeat of him.
“Solas,” Flynn whispered, rubbing his chin in sympathy.
Tharion dug his nails into his palms until blood came out.
I couldn't keep watching. I couldn't allow that
happened. Not because of him, not even because of his freedom.
Sigrid struck again and Ithan rolled to the side, barely escaping her
grasp. But in the next instant, Sigrid was on top of him, and Holstrom's
roar of pain as her claws dug into his thigh sent Flynn hurtling toward the
ring.
Tharion grabbed the fae lord, fingers locking into his hard muscles.
Sigrid swung her claws again, and Ithan dodged with athletic grace.
She launched a powerful and firm attack that Tharion realized was pure
instinct. Strike, punch, dodge...
She was not just an heir in the Fendyr line. She was the
Fendyr lineage, in its most potent form.
Ithan obviously tried hard to predict each blow. Blood covered his mouth,
his teeth. The brown eyes shone, full of fury. Not because of the wolf that
attacked him, but because of the female that forced them to do it.
Ithan's back hit the ropes and he had nowhere to run, there was no way to
move, when Sigrid punched him right in the face.
Tharion felt his stomach drop. It was all his fault, he was the biggest loser
on the planet...
But Ithan was waiting for that blow. He bent down — and
dug its claws into the heiress Fendyr's belly.
Sigrid screamed, staggering back and falling to her knees.
Ithan stopped, panting. His face was blank as he walked towards the
female holding her bloody belly. It was a hard blow, but not fatal. Claws flashed
at his fingertips.
Tharion couldn't breathe as Ithan raised his hand to deliver the final blow.
***
Silene's voice was as firm and impassive as ever. A bored immortal, softly
reciting the story of others' suffering.
We were still at war with humans when the door between the worlds
opened again. More fae appeared; out of this world this time.
Tall and beautiful beings entered. Bryce's anger and despair seemed to
respite.
Fae from other worlds — but so similar to those from that place. How was
it possible? Another ancient achievement of the Asteri? Another place they
colonized and violated only to lose in the end?
They were fae like us, but at the same time, they weren't. The ears, the
grace, the strength were identical, but they were all shapeshifters. Each capable
of transforming into an animal. And, even on their humanoid body, they displayed
elongated canine teeth.
It was a riddle—and it was enough for my mother to take a break from her
warmongering. There were two types of fae. From two seemingly disconnected
and distant worlds. These new fey possessed elemental magic, strong enough
to put Pelias on alert. They were more aggressive than the fey we knew, more
savage. And they responded directly to Rigelus.
It seemed, in fact, that they had known Rigelus for a long time.
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My mother soon began to suspect that our host was not as benevolent
as he claimed. But when she discovered how wrong she was about him, it
was too late.
— Oh, swear? — Nesta muttered, her voice full of disgust, and Bryce
could only agree.
We were the only ones my mother trusted. Pelias, who previously had
his trust, had let himself be carried away by the pleasures of this new
world, accompanied by Rigelus himself.
A glimpse through a curtain showed Pelias throwing the body of a
human into a river beside a white stone mansion. The naked corpse full of
wounds.
Bryce almost couldn't stand as he saw the brutalized woman's body
floating and then sinking in the clear river. Pelias had been lost for a long
time.
— So much nerve — Nesta shouted. —They were murdering children
in those human cities.
“That still happens today,” Bryce said hoarsely. —Humans thrown into
dumpsters after being tormented and murdered by vanir. This happens
every day on Midgard and it started with that son of a bitch. — She pointed
a trembling finger at the memory. —With him and Theia, and all those
monsters.
I felt like I might explode at that moment, but Silene
continued to tell the story.
My mother ended up trusting only me and Helena to discover the truth.
I knew we could be of great use to her, because we can bear both the
shadows and the starlight.
Helena and Silene crept through the gloom of a powerful
Crystal Palace. They descended a winding crystal staircase.
“This is the Asteri palace,” Bryce whispered to Azriel and
Nesta. — In the Eternal City.
We spent a month hiding in the enemy's fortress, ourselves being just
shadows. When we returned to our mother, we already knew the truth:
Rigelus and his companions were not fae, but parasites who conquered
world after world, feeding on the magic and lives of their citizens. The
daglan, now with their real name: asteri.
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It was then that my mother told us, showed us, what had happened
so long ago. Everything she had done since then. But he wasted no
time apologizing for the past. He said that if we had indeed fallen into
an enemy's trap, then we should defeat him.
Bryce placed his hand over the star-shaped scar on his chest,
fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Could he tear that thing away,
the connection with these two-faced hypocrites, and walk away forever?
My mother had kept the star map on which, long ago, the daglan
had made notes. And a world in it caught his attention—a world, like
ours, that had defeated the daglan.
In an ornate room, in front of a table with her two daughters, Theia
pointed somewhere. As if they had been pulled out of nowhere, the
Harp and the Horn appeared on the table, shining next to the Aster
and the knife.
Theia nodded once, slowly, as if making a decision, and then
played the Horn and Harp. A portal between worlds appeared. It
solidified, an arc that led nowhere. A handsome golden-haired male
stood before her, with eyes that looked like blue opals.
Hunt flinched as Baxian vomited blood, flesh, and bones. Vomit was
all over the floor, and the smell...
Ruhn was panting, shaking, but the prince didn't ask the Hellhound
to stop.
“A little more,” Baxian said, panting. Hunt's stomach churned as
the blood dripped down the male's chin. — Two more bites and that's
it.
Ruhn whimpered, but nodded grimly. They collided, legs locked
tightly, and Baxian gave no warning before biting again. There was no
time to lose.
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Hunt blocked out the sounds. The odors. Bryce, his future and those
beautiful children... that was the image he had in his mind. Escape — and
survive — was the goal. Bryce was the goal.
Even though he had no idea how he would be face to face with her
again, after failing to protect them from that fate.
Once you agree to let your friends do it. I had no idea how I would look into
her eyes.
Ruhn gave a muffled scream and Baxian vomited again, his mouth
still around Ruhn's wrist. Reluctant.
They had gone too far to give up now. Then Hunt demanded, his voice
taking on the cold monotonous tone of Umbra Mortis, just as Ruhn had said
they needed, “Again, Baxian.
“Please,” Ruhn moaned, and it wasn't a request for them to stop, but for
them to hurry. Let them just get it over with.
Ruhn turned toward Hunt, blood everywhere, and Hunt braced himself
and threw another kick. The prince's toes hit the iron poker. He managed to
hold on. And when it swung back, the poker came with it.
Ruhn stopped, hanging on a single arm. How would Ruhn pull himself
up using just one arm, not two? Hunt began to
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Ithan panted above Sigrid, claws raised. Heiress Fendyr's face was white with
pain, her hand still clutching her bloody side.
“Kill her, Holstrom,” the Viper Queen purred from outside, rising like a
golden wave, “and this is over.
The Viper Queen wanted him to be presented with the choice—this true
entertainment: between saving his friends, Athalar and Ruhn, perhaps even
Bryce... or Sigrid. The future of the Fendyr bloodline.
An alternative to Sabine.
Lying on the floor, Sigrid lifted her head to look at him. Blood ran from his
nose.
He had done this to her. He had never felt so dirty, so despicable as the
moment he sank his claws into her belly.
Sigrid attacked.
A low, cruel blow aimed at his throat, with the intention of tearing it apart.
Ithan barely managed to block the blow, her claws sank into his forearm,
causing searing pain.
“A true Fendyr,” said the Viper Queen approvingly. It wasn't a compliment.
Ithan pulled his arm away, tearing the flesh, and he could barely breathe
through the pain.
Sigrid tried to attack his throat again. And one more time.
She drove him back to the ropes with strength worthy of an alpha Fendyr. And
as he recovered, trying to attack her, he saw it. Death written in her eyes.
She would kill him. No matter how much I took her out of the tank, she was,
above all, an alpha.
And alphas didn't lose. Not for lower lobes.
Make your brother proud.
Those were the only words in his mind as Ithan flew through the air. Looking
into Sigrid's eyes. Primitive and intrinsic dominance, full of the purest
determination. Without any mercy. No possibility of mercy.
On the outskirts of the city, overlooking the marshes to the north, stood a
huge columned building; in fact, a complex of several buildings.
Bryce knew it wasn't just a place that kept books. The complex housed
several academies in various fields of study — arts, sciences, mathematics,
philosophy as well as a vast collection of books, a treasure
—, trove of thousands
of years of learning.
Bryce's heart ached to see that, what that place had once been like.
outside. Everything that had been lost.
Crowded into an amphitheater in the center of the complex, humans
and fae argued, gesticulating and shouting.
The meetings did not go well, Silene said. But my mother remained firm.
He explained what he had discovered. What humans had known for a long
time, although they ignored the details.
Those who were arguing began, little by little, to sit down on the
stone benches, listening to Theia in silence.
And when it was finished, the humans revealed their own discovery, a
who showed us our destruction.
As a lone human stood out from the crowd, Bryce
She reminded herself to keep breathing, to balance herself...
The asteri infected the water we consumed with a parasite.
They poisoned lakes, streams and oceans. Parasites infiltrated our bodies,
damaging our magic.
Holy gods.
The Asteri created a ritual to mark the coming of age of all magical
creatures that entered Midgard and their descendants. An explosion of magic
was released and then contained — so that the asteri
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could feed on it. It was a larger and more concentrated dose than the
seeds of power that, for years, they sucked from us as Tribute. It
became an almost religious experience; the justification was that it was
a method to use energy as fuel and, since then, the asteri have fed on it.
Hell was unable to come to our aid. My mother didn't even bother trying to open
a portal to their world. Our forces on Midgard were already exhausted; the new
recruits would take days to assemble. We begged her to open the portal anyway, to
at least get the princes' help, but my mother didn't believe it would do much good.
That what was to come that night was inevitable.
We were close to where we had entered this world. That's where the camp
was, in parts so that my mother could, at some point, open the portal again and
recruit more fae for the fight. She still didn't quite understand how travel between
worlds worked; I wasn't sure if a portal opened in a different place would lead
to another world.
So he decided to believe that our entry point into Midgard would open into our
court once again. From there, he planned to travel through the tunnels that
crossed the lands and recruit fae armies. Even knowing that they had opposed
her before, knowing that it was very likely that they would reject her or kill her,
she had no other options.
But there was no time for that at that moment.
— Play the Horn and the Harp — ordered our mother, taking them out of
that pocket of nothing — and leave this world. — It would be quick, a momentary
opening, so that Rigelus wouldn't have time to attack. We would open it and be
gone before he even knew it—and then we would seal the door between the
worlds forever.
Theia placed a kiss on their foreheads.
She warned that Pelias was coming. Coming after both of us. Rigelus had
named him Prince of the Fae, and Pelias would use us to legitimize his reign.
He wanted us to bear his children.
Even with everything they did, the crimes they committed against humans,
Bryce still felt a tightness in his chest because of his sisters.
Pulling her daughters close, Theia made her starlight shine. And in the
small space between their bodies, Bryce could see Theia plucking a low string
on the Harp. In response, a star—similar to the one Bryce made appear on his
chest—appeared on Theia's body. It split into three sparkling balls of light, one
floating into Silene's chest and the other into Helena's, before the last, as if it
were the mother from which the other two stars were born, returned to Theia's
body.
For a moment, all three glowed. Even the Revealer of Truth, in Silene's
hand, seemed to undulate, a
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Bryce couldn't take that last atrocity. But she forced herself to watch.
For the memory of those children.
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That's when the wolves found us. The shapeshifting fey approached from
the other side of the mountain, darting through the snow. The Asteri sent their
fiercest warriors to capture us.
In the back of her mind, Bryce was amazed to see this: the wolves, the
shapeshifters... they were once fey. So similar to the type of fae Bryce was,
but at the same time so different...
I raised the Harp again, said Silene, her voice finally choking with
emotion, but my sister did not sound the Horn. And when I turned around...
Silene paused, finding Helena standing a few meters away. Looking at the
enemy that was advancing from the snow, from the skies. The agitated and
desperate people climbing the mountainside, crying out for their children.
With an easy, almost graceful movement of his hand, he drove the sword
into Theia's head.
I could choose. Between staying and avenging my mother, fighting alongside
my sister... or surviving. Close the door behind me.
Silene leapt through the portal toward the chamber, strumming the Harp as
she went.
And as I fell between the worlds... the Horn sounded.
Silene fell and fell and fell, down and to the side. The Horn's wail was
suddenly cut off, and then she lay awkwardly on the stone floor, surrounded by
darkness.
I was at home.
Sobbing, Silene stood, snow dripping from her clothes.
Bryce didn't feel an ounce of pity for the tears Silene shed.
Not with the screams that echoed off the walls. Through the stone. The
people had reached the pass and were now banging on the rock, begging to
pass.
Silene covered her ears and threw herself on the ground again. Clutching
the Harp, pressing it against her chest.
Mother above, open! a male roared. We have children here! Take the kids!
Bryce shook his head, unable to speak in horror as the screams and pleas
subsided. Until they stop for good.
As if they were sucked into the rocks of that place, taking the melted snow
around Silene with them.
“You damn coward,” Bryce whispered at last. Your voice
failed on the last word. That was her inheritance.
A heavy silence fell over the chamber, interrupted only by the harsh sound
of Silene as she knelt, cradling the Harp.
At that moment, Silene said, I only thought about one thing: that story would
die with me. This world would move on, as if the fae who went to Midgard had
never existed. They would become a whispered tale around the campfire, about
people who had disappeared. It was the only thing I could think of to do to
protect this world. To redeem myself.
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It was no use. And obviously, Silene would benefit from hiding her past.
If she didn't tell anyone who she was or what her family had done, she
couldn't be punished. Very convenient. How much nobility.
Silene analyzed the place where she was kneeling, the eight-pointed
star in the center of the room was the only decoration.
She slowly placed the Harp on top of the star. The snow was still melting
in her hair when she stood and dried her tears, then gathered her magic,
the concentrated power of her light. He cut through the stone like a knife
cuts through hot butter—a laser.
Light that wasn't just light, as the asteri could direct its power.
Silene ran her fingers along the stone, as if she could somehow reach
her sister through the stars. A seed of starlight began to form at the tip of
his finger...
The vision darkened. Then Silene's face appeared again, older, tired.
The light blue eyes looked at her firmly. I start to lose my strength, she said.
I hope my life has been lived wisely. May I have made amends for my
mother's crimes, foolishness, and love—and made things right. I made
these tunnels, the path here, so that there would be some record of what
we were, what we did. But first I had to erase all of this from recent memory.
Silene, moving away from the Harp and crossing the beautiful, empty
corridors of a palace carved into the mountain — that mountain.
Our house had been empty since our disappearance. As if the other fae
thought she was cursed. So I made the curse actually exist. What the hell.
She wandered through rooms that must have been familiar, stopping as
if lost in her memories. When he gestured his hand,
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I left, wandering the lands for a while, seeing how the people had
moved on without Theia's rule. They had divided themselves into several
territories and, although they were not at war, they were no longer the
unified kingdom that I knew.
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I'll skip the details of how I married a High Lord's son. From the years
before and after he became High Lord of the Night, and I his lady.
He wanted me to be High Lady, as other lords' partners were, but I refused. I
had seen what the powers that be had done to my mother and I wanted no
part of it.
However, when my first son was born, when the baby cried and the sound
was filled in the night, I brought him to the Prison and placed the wards on his
blood. No one knew that the child who sometimes shone with starlight had
inherited it from me. Which was the light of the evening star. The twilight star.
And this island that had become barren and empty... also belonged to
him. When he was old enough, I told him what I had left here for him. So that
someone could access this record, so that they would know the risks of using
the Treasures and the threat of the asteri, always hoping to return here. I
made sure he knew the buried weapon he would need to face the Asteri was
here. I just asked him not to tell his father, my partner. As far as I know, he
never told. And he promised that, one day, he would tell his son, and his son
would tell his son. A secret shame, a secret history, a secret weapon—all
hidden in our bloodline. Our burden to be carried forward, carved and retold
here so that if the original story was distorted or parts of it were lost to time...
it would be here, set in stone.
— Theia and Fionn had two daughters. Unimportant, irrelevant. — That was
perhaps the worst lie of all. Not because my name was lost in history. But for
also erasing Helena's memory.
Bryce frowned. Erasing his sister's name was worse than
massacre human families?
My son had children and I lived long enough to see my grandchildren have
children of their own. And then I came back here. To the place that was once full
of light and music, and now held only terrors.
To leave this account to one whose blood will summon, my son's son, my
heir's heir. To you, I leave my story, your story. To you, on this very stone, I
leave the inheritance and the burden that my own mother passed on to me.
The image blurred and there it was again. That old, tired face.
I hope Mother forgives me, said Silene, and the hologram dissolved.
— Well, I don't forgive — Bryce said, and showed the middle finger to the
place where Silene had been.
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The only thing Hunt could do was watch in despair as the Radiant Hand
of the asteri entered the chamber, followed by Pollux and the Falcon,
who noticed the hand still dangling from its chains and laughed.
— Just like a mouse — provoked the Falcon — gnawing on one of
its limbs after getting stuck in a trap.
— Fuck you — cursed Baxian. Ruhn's blood covered his face, neck
and chest.
“Watch your mouth,” Rigelus scolded, but did not interfere as Pollux
snatched the iron poker from where Ruhn still held it between his feet.
Ruhn, in turn, tried to hold him back, curling his legs up to hold him
closer. But weakened and bleeding... there was nothing he could do.
Pollux pulled him hard, slamming him into Ruhn's back once, making
the prince grunt in pain. Then he used the poker to free Ruhn's severed
hand from the handcuff.
— I'm not happy to see you again with the halo and the brand
of enslaved, Athalar.
“Halo,” Hunt asked, as firmly as he could, “or black crown?”
Rigelus blinked—the only sign of surprise, but the term clearly struck the
Radiant Hand.
— You've been talking to shadows, haven't you? Rigelus hissed.
“Umbra Mortis and stuff,” Hunt said. — It makes sense for
Death shadow.
Baxian riu.
Rigelus narrowed his eyes at the Hellhound and then turned to Hunt.
— I wonder how far Umbra Mortis would go to keep these two pathetic
specimens alive?
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—What the fuck do you want? Hunt growled. Pollux addressed him
a warning look.
“A small task,” said Rigelus. - A favor. It has no relationship with Ms.
Quinlan.
“Don’t fucking listen to him,” Baxian muttered, and then
he gave a scream as a whip cracked, courtesy of the Falcon.
"I'd be willing to offer... a break," Rigelus said to Hunt, completely
ignoring the Hellhound. — If you do something for me.
That's what it was about, then. The mystics would find Bryce; he didn't
need all three for that. But the torture, the punishment... Hunt willed his
clouded head to become clearer, to hear every word. To hold on to the
Umbra Mortis that he once was, and that he had so happily left behind.
Ruhn returned:
- To do what?
— A side project of mine.
Hunt replied:
Hunt. — You can choose: offer me a part of your lightning and you and
your friends will be spared the worst punishments.
— No. — The word came from deep in Hunt's gut.
Rigelus's expression remained soft.
— Then choose which of your friends will die.
— Go to Hell — shouted Umbra Mortis, unable to
hold on.
Rigelus sighed, bored and tired.
— Choose, Athalar: will it be the Hellhound or the fae prince?
He couldn't. I wouldn't do it.
Pollux was smiling like a devil, already with a long knife in his hand.
Whichever friend Hunt chose, the Hammer would painfully prolong his
death.
- Then? asked Rigelus.
He would do it. The Radiant Hand would make him choose between his
friends or I would simply kill them both.
And Hunt never hated himself more, but he reached inward, toward the
lightning, suppressed and suffocated by the Gorsian shackles, but still
there, beneath the surface.
It was everything Rigelus needed. He pressed the quartz against Hunt's
forearm and the stone cut into his skin. Scorching, acid-sharp lightning shot
out of Hunt, torn from his soul, twisted through the confines of the Gorsian
shackles, extracted inch by inch into the crystal. Hunt screamed and had a
brutal realization: this was what his enemies felt as he flayed them alive,
what Sandriel felt as he destroyed her and, oh gods, burned...
“I think this should do for now,” Rigelus whispered, putting the stone
back in his pocket. It illuminated the dark fabric of his pants and Hunt's
throat constricted, bile rising.
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The Radiant Hand turned and said to the Hammer and Falcon, without looking
back:
— I think two out of three will still be a good incentive for
MS. Quinlan will return, don't you think? The executioner can choose.
“You bastard,” Hunt whispered. — I did what you asked.
Rigelus walked to the stairs that led out of the chamber.
—If you had agreed to give me your lightning from the beginning, your two
companions would have been spared. But since you made me do all this work...
I think you need to learn the consequences of defying me, even for a short time.
Baxian ferveu:
— He'll never stop challenging you... and neither will we, asshole.
It meant more than it should have that the Hellhound spoke for him. And it
also made everything worse.
The last time he was there, he was alone. All he had to do was endure the
screams of the soldiers. He had been devoured by guilt, but it was different this
time. It was different being there with two brothers, enduring their suffering along
with your own.
It would be better if you were alone. Much better.
Rigelus knew this too. That was why he waited so long to go there, so that
Hunt could better understand the situation he found himself in.
***
Lidia's time was up. If he wanted to act, it had to be right now. There was no
margin for error. She needed the prisoners ready—anyway.
But he hadn't taken more than two steps into the dungeon when he felt his
breath hitch when he saw the stump where Ruhn's hand should have been.
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She placed her hand on her stomach and her shudder wasn't entirely
faked.
— Lidia? asked the Falcon, his white wings rustling.
— She's menstruating — Pollux replied for her, his voice full of disdain.
— I'm fine — she replied, to complete the show. The Falcon and Pollux
exchanged glances, as if to say Females. She took a velvet case from the
inside pocket of her uniform jacket. When he opened it, primalux glowed on
the two syringes trapped inside.
- What is that? — The Falcon took a step forward, peering at the needles.
Athalar and Baxian were so unconscious that they didn't even feel the
needle prick in the center of their spine. The primalux glowed along his back,
extending like glowing roots toward the stumps of his wings. The wounds
healed slowly, but she had ordered the medwitch who created the potion to
weave a spell aimed at the wings. If they were both fully cured, it would raise
suspicions.
Little by little, before their eyes, the stumps on their backs began to rebuild,
and tendons and bones joined together, multiplying.
Lidia turned away from that horrible sight. I prayed that they would heal in
time.
— I'll take over from here — he said to Pollux and Falcão, walking towards
to shelf.
— I thought you were here to heal them both. — The Falcon looked
between her and the angels.
— Just the wings — said Lidia. — Why not play with other pieces while
they grow back?
The Hammer smiled.
— Can I watch?
- No.
Ruhn stirred, groaning softly, and she had to hold herself back from pulling
one of the long blades from the rack and plunging it into Pollux's gut.
“You know I like to watch,” Pollux purred, and the Falcon laughed. What a
waste of life. He stood there while the Hammer
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committed his bloody atrocities. He had also enjoyed watching during those years
with Sandriel.
Malleus's eyes shone with pure lust.
— Why don't you put on a little show for us?
“Get lost,” she said, unamused. Pollux could pretend he was in control, but he
knew who the asteri favored. Her orders were not to be ignored. — I don't need
distractions.
The Falcon laughed, but obeyed, leaving. A true subordinate, from head to
toe.
The Hammer, however, walked towards her. With the gentleness of a lover,
he placed his hand on the side of her neck. Then he squeezed hard enough to
hurt when he said against her mouth:
— I'm going to fuck you out of your insolence, Lidia. Whether your pussy is
bleeding or not.
And he climbed the steps, anger making his wings shine. He slammed the
door on the way up.
Lidia waited, listening. When she was convinced they were both gone, she
pulled the lever, causing the prisoners to fall to the ground, and ran to where Ruhn
was sprawled out.
- Raise. — She kept her voice hard, cold. The prince opened his
beautiful blue eyes.
She examined his face. Ruhn. No one answered. As if the pain had shredded
and emptied him. Ruhn, listen to me.
You are dead to me, he replied. It seemed like he had also killed the
connection between the two. But Lidia still cast her thoughts into his mind.
Ruhn, I don't have much time. I've managed to make contact with people who
can help get you out of here, but the Harpy is about to be resurrected, and when
that happens, the truth will be revealed. If my plan goes off without a hitch, if you
want to survive, you need to listen...
Ruhn closed his eyes and never opened them again.
***
Silence, heavy and unbearable, filled the chamber beneath the Prison.
Bryce stared at the eight-pointed star, revulsion coursing through him.
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And worse, that parasite in the waters of Midgard... What could be done
against him? Bryce took a deep breath, shuddering.
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“That's how you came to this world,” Nesta continued, taking a step back,
no doubt so she could pull Ataraxia. — Because you, and no one else, can
come. Why did you say that no one would be able to follow you here. Because
only you have the Horn. Only you can move between worlds.
“You got me,” Bryce said, holding up his hands and pretending to
surrender, taking a step out of Nesta's reach. — I'm an evil person who jumps
through the worlds. Like my ancestors.
“You're a risk,” Nesta said flatly, her eyes
taking on that silvery glow, a supernatural fire.
— I told you a hundred times that I didn't even want to come here...
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“It doesn't matter,” Nesta said. — You came to the place that,
It seems the daglan still wish to return.
— The Asteri would need the Horn to open a portal. They can find me, but
they can't get in.
“But you want to go home,” said Nesta, “and to do that you will have to
open a door to Midgard. What if Rigelus is there? Waiting to cross?
Not to attack, she realized, as a shadow darker than those around her ran
into the tunnel that ran through the chamber. But to go get reinforcements.
- No! — Bryce reached out his hand and light burst from his fingers.
She slammed into Azriel's shadows, fracturing the darkness and revealing the
warrior beneath. But it wasn't enough to stop his race...
power not only to change the terrain, but to house the monsters in their cells.
Theia had shown her how to do this. In those last moments with her
daughters, Theia used the Harp to transfer magic from herself to Silene and
Helena, to protect them. It appeared in the shape of a star. Would Silene have
done the same there?
Would it be possible that the Harp, at that moment when Silene reached
it, with power in hand, had managed to transfer its magic to this place? ... I
leave the inheritance
and the burden that my own mother passed on to me.
And just as Theia gave her own power to Silene... perhaps Silene, in turn,
left that same power there, to be claimed by a future descendant.
One by one, fast as shooting stars, the thoughts overcame Bryce. More
out of instinct than anything else, she dropped to her knees and slammed her
hand down on the top of the eight-pointed star.
Bryce penetrated the layers of rock and earth with his mind—and there it was.
Resting just below.
Not primalux, not as she knew it on Midgard, but the fae power of a time
before the Descent. Power surged toward her through the stone, like a glowing
arrow shot into the darkness...
Azriel flapped his wings and was instantly in the air, flying in
towards the tunnel exit.
Like a small sun emerging from the stone itself, a ball of light erupted from
the ground. A star just like the one on Bryce's chest.
His starlight finally awakened again, as if reaching with shining fingers for the
star that hovered centimeters away.
With shaking hands, Bryce guided the star to the one shining on his chest.
In your body.
White light erupted everywhere.
A power, pure and ancient, burned in his veins. His hair stood on end.
Debris floated. She was everywhere and nowhere. It was the evening star and
the last rays of color before darkness.
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Azriel almost reached the tunnel. Another flap of wings and he would be
swallowed by its dark mouth.
But with a simple thought from Bryce, stalactites and stalagmites formed,
approaching him. The room became a wolf, its jaws snapping towards the
winged warrior...
The stone moved towards her, just as it had moved towards Silene.
“Stop him,” he said in a voice that sounded so much like her father's, more
than anything she had ever heard come out of her own mouth.
Azriel ran towards the tunnel arch and crashed into a wall.
of stone. The exit was sealed.
He turned slowly, wings rustling. Blood was pouring from his nose due to
the head-on collision with the rock that was now in his path. He spread his
wings, preparing for a fight.
The mountain shook, and the chamber with it. Debris fell from the ceiling.
The walls began to move, rocks scraping against rocks.
As if the place that had once been there was now trying, at all costs, to emerge
from the rocks.
But Nesta ran towards Bryce, wielding the Ataraxia, silver flames engulfing
the blade.
Bryce raised his hand and spikes of rocks appeared from the ground, one
after another, blocking Nesta's advance. The camera shook
again...
below them. If she freed him, the earth would awaken from her slumber,
and such wonders would rise again from her land...
The mountain shook once again. Nesta and Azriel stopped ten feet
away, Ataraxia a resplendent light, the Truth-Revealer shrouded in
shadow. Aster remained sheathed on Azriel's back; but she could have
sworn she saw the sword twitch. As if asking Azriel to take her away.
Bryce stamped his foot again, summoning more lethal stone spears.
But there were none left. Just a vast, gaping void.
Bryce only had a second to realize that there was literally a void
beneath his feet, before the ground beneath them collapsed.
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If the prisoners had done something as drastic as biting off Ruhn's hand, it was
because they were very close to losing their line. Which left Lidia with very little
time and limited options.
The current alternative seemed the wisest and quickest. She would have
to trust that Declan Emmet had received the coded message she had sent
through his secure maze of channels and was, at that very moment, diverting
the cameras.
The Lady of the Mystics ran out as soon as Lidia passed through the doors
of the dank hall, no doubt to complain to Rigelus about Lidia's unexpected
arrival. He ordered Lidia to wait at reception.
- What?
Lidia brought her face closer to the crystal and said softly.
— There is an angel in the dungeon. Hunt Athalar.
Irithys took a deep breath; she knew him. How could she not know,
since she, in a way, was also Fallen? Although Irithys did not fight in the
failed rebellion, she was a victim of the consequences: heiress of a cursed
people, a queen enslaved at the moment of her coronation. I knew all the
main parts of this saga. He knew all the decisions that led to the punishment
that spread through generations of goblins.
- For what? — The pixie spat the words, bright red sparks flying from her.
And with a plea to Luna, she hit the crystal ball, dissolving it. He still had
the access that Rigelus had granted in his blood to open the ball. I could still
make it happen.
She intended to use the Goblin Queen to try and melt the Gorsian shackles
of Ruhn, Baxian, and Athalar, but things changed.
I needed Irithys for something much bigger.
Irithys was out in the open, with her arms crossed, now with a
familiar and cautious orange tone.
- This is it? — She gestured to the tattoo on her neck.
Lidia said softly, as calmly as she could: — I made a
bargain with Hilde for her freedom. She just needs
Do me a favor when the time comes and you will be released.
Irithys tilted her head again.
— And the part about me torturing you...?
— That comes later. To make everything believable.
— Make what believable?
Lidia glanced at her watch. I didn't have much time.
— I need to know if you agree or not.
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The Goblin Queen wasted no time. Lidia returned her gaze, allowing the
queen to see everything beneath. Surprise lit up Irithys's face... and she
nodded slowly, taking on the ruby hue of determination.
Hilde was taken downstairs within minutes. The guards did not question the
Doe, and their luck persisted, as the lady was still complaining to Rigelus.
Hilde showed no shock, not even a flicker. Instead, he looked back from
Lidia to the elf, who remained silent and watchful.
Before they fell to the ground, Hilde turned to Lidia, opening her mouth
in a scream of fury...
Lidia drew the gun so quickly it was almost impossible to see, and
pressed it to the side of the witch's head.
- Calm down.
— You are a pile of trash, a traitor. Rigelus will give me a nice reward
when I tell him everything.
Lidia stuck the barrel of the gun into the witch's temple.
— Free the queen now, or this bullet will go through her brain. And the
handcuffs come back on.
The injury would be permanent, with Gorsian cuffs delaying healing.
Death would find her almost at the same moment.
Hilde spat, and a piece of greenish-brown phlegm splashed onto Lidia's
feet.
— Who guarantees you won't kill me later?
— I swear on Luna's golden bow that I won't kill you.
There was some more intense swearing, in addition to the fae blood
oath. It seemed to work for the witch, who showed her rotten teeth, but said:
— Okay.
A wave of the deformed hand and a few guttural intoned words and the
ink melted on Irithys's fiery neck. Like black rain, it spread across his flaming
blue body, dripping onto the stones on the ground.
***
And they were. Bryce had carried Theia's light through Helena's
lineage. And that light... was the light of Theia coming from Silene.
Two sisters, united at last. But Silene's light, now mixed with Bryce's...
It was light, but it wasn't quite the same power she already
possessed. He couldn't understand it, he didn't have time to explore
its nuances, as he stood up and gazed at the faint glow filling the
chamber in which they had fallen. The one that was hidden one level
below the star.
A sarcophagus made of clear quartz stood in the center of the
space. And within it, preserved in eternal youth and beauty, lay a dark-
haired female.
Bryce's mind raced at the possibilities. The place had once been
an asteri palace before Theia claimed it. And in the carvings in the
tunnels, made by Silene to portray her mother's teachings...
Evil waited beneath them.
What if Silene had never quite understood what Theia had meant?
That it wasn't just a metaphor?
That here, literally beneath them, sleeping in the forgotten coffin...
Bryce's breathing was labored as she examined the crystal coffin in the
center of the empty chamber.
There were no doors inside the room. From what I could understand, the
The only entrance was through the roof that had just collapsed beneath them.
In the crystal sarcophagus, the female was preserved in unnerving detail.
No, not preserved. His thin chest rose and fell. Asleep.
The hairs on the back of Bryce's neck stood up.
She was one of the inmates who asked not to be released from prison.
Some ancient, strange being kept there, in a cell beneath their feet, so
dangerous it was encased in crystal...
That crystal coffin showed the characteristics of the sleeping female:
humanoid, with fair and slender skin. The silky golden dress accentuated
every delicate curve of her body.
Bryce had never seen skin so pale. It shone like a full moon. The dark
hair... it was too dark, somehow.
They didn't reflect light. That shouldn't exist in nature.
And... was she wearing lipstick? No one had a mouth so red, so vibrant.
Blowjob red, Danika had said once when Bryce had used a similar tone.
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- What did you do? — Azriel replied harshly, and Bryce turned to find him
standing, with his wings folded. Nesta leaned against him as if she was
injured, Ataraxia dangling from her hands. The male now held the Aster in
one hand and the Revealer of
Truth in the other.
He must have had some kind of Starry blood... from some distant
ancestor, perhaps. Or it could be that the knife somehow allowed him to carry
Aster.
As if in answer to Azriel's question, the female in the coffin
opened his eyes. They were an intense blue—and they glowed.
Bryce tried to pull away, but remained frozen in place as the female's
gaze slid toward hers. While those red lips curved upwards in a discreet smile
without any joy. When the female raised her long, slender hand to the lid of
the crystal sarcophagus, and said:
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Tharion didn't know what to say as they walked through the corridors of the
Meat Market to the car that was supposedly waiting for them in a side alley.
None of them knew.
Ithan hadn't spoken since he opened Sigrid's throat.
It was an accident. Tharion saw when Ithan aimed the blow at Sigrid's
shoulder, but the female dodged so quickly - and choosing the wrong fucking
direction, out of sheer bad luck - that the blow became fatal.
Silence dominated the room as Ithan looked at the fist and claws that
pierced Sigrid's throat. His hand was the only thing keeping his body upright
as his eyes remained empty...
The Viper Queen's assassins were at the alley door, holding it open. As
promised, a black sedan was parked there.
Tharion took one step—just one—into the night before the sweet, inviting
scent of Istros hit him. Every muscle and instinct in his body came to life,
begging him to go into the water, to submerge himself in its wildness and
magic, to trade his legs for fins, to let the river ripple through his gills, into his
very blood. ..
backseat, right behind the male who had taken on this unholy burden for him.
— You, uh... — Flynn began as he started the car and looked over his
shoulder to back out of the alley. — Are you okay, Holstrom?
- What is happening? Declan asked the elves, who had huddled in the
drink holders at the front.
“We burn,” Sasa said, deep orange.
— What did they burn? demanded Flynn.
Tharion gaped as Malana pointed out the back window, to where flames
licked the night sky above the Meat Market.
Bryce stepped back as Azriel took a step towards the crystal coffin, the
Truth Revealer now glowing with black light in his left hand.
Bryce realized that he had already seen the creature dressed in gold
that slept in the coffin: when Silene told the story of her mother. The female
before them... was the asteri who ruled there. The lady of Theia.
The words must have meant something to Azriel. The warrior did
a discreet shock noise.
— Fionn really sent us to finish you off — Nesta lied, her tone a
significant threat. —But it looks like now we'll have the pleasure of killing
you while you're awake.
A stari sorriu de novo.
— You're going to have to open this sarcophagus to get to me.
Bryce smiled back, showing all his teeth.
— Fionn sent them. But I was sent by Theia.
Blue fire boiled in the creature's eyes.
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“That cheating bitch will see the good once I get rid of you.”
“Give me Aster,” Bryce murmured to Azriel. The blade had killed reapers.
Maybe I could kill an asteri. Maybe she had been sent here to learn that.
The taint of the Asteri who ruled here, Silene had claimed, remained in
this place... an ancient and terrible power. Enough so that he needed to be
hidden in the disgusting Prison. Silene just didn't realize that the reason was
that an asteri was still there.
And in that moment, against all odds, there was a living link to the past,
with the answers Bryce needed.
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The very stones and protections of that place had responded to his will...
Azriel lunged at Bryce, but she was already beside the coffin.
of Cristal.
— Get up, then.
A click, loud as a bang, and the lid was unlocked.
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Opening the coffin was as easy as ordering the stones on the mountain to
move.
- What did you do? — Nesta questioned, silver fire
shining in his eyes, running down Ataraxia's blade.
The asteri placed her hand on the unlocked lid of the coffin and
started pushing.
How the hell was she supposed to face that thing unarmed? Bryce
He reached out to Azriel, casting his will with it.
The Aster flew from his hand to hers.
Azriel started, shadows flashing across his shoulders,
preparing to attack, but Bryce said, “Theia
showed me this trick in Silene's little montage of memories. — That was
the feeling she had, as if the blade was calling her. As if ready to jump into her
hands.
Azriel bared his teeth, but pulled out another sword he kept in a holster
hidden on his back and raised the Truth Teller in his other hand while Nesta
raised Ataraxia...
Bryce turned to the coffin in time to see the asteri slowly leave,
like a spider being born.
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Bryce's chest provided the only light, turning the monster's pale skin even whiter,
leaving the red hue of his lips almost purple. Her long black hair fell over her slender
form, pooling on the stone beneath her like liquid night.
— Your companions think you've lost your mind for freeing me — said the asteri,
poking an invisible stain on her silk dress as she settled into a more suitable position,
still sitting.
- Does not match? — A wave of long fingers covered in sharp nails. — I drank
from the magic of the earth, and the magic of the earth drank from me.
And then, we connect the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world.
Light.
—Then destroy the Cauldron...
—And you destroy this world. One cannot exist without the other.
Behind them, Nesta took a deep breath. But Bryce said,
“You threw a switch that would kill this world.
— We placed... switches on many worlds. To protect
our interests. — She spoke so calmly, so confidently.
— Do you know Rigelus?
— You say his name too casually for a worm.
— We know each other well.
She pursed her lips slightly.
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— I met him in passing. I assume you want to kill him... and you came to
ask me how to do it.
Bryce didn't say anything.
Vesperus gave her a cold look.
— I'm not going to help you with that. I will not reveal the secrets of
my people.
—Was it because of this compassion that Theia didn’t kill you?
Vesperus frowned.
— Theia knew that, for my species, this type of punishment would be much
worse than death. Being confined, but alive. Not breathing, not eating, not
drinking... but lying half asleep, starving. — That sparkle in her eyes... it wasn't
just anger. It was insanity. —Killing me would have been a coup de grace.
Theia didn't understand that word. I had raised her from childhood to not
understand her. Every now and then, she would come down here and look at
me... I was asleep, but I could feel her there.
But the asteri looked from Bryce to Azriel and Nesta behind her, raising
her eyebrows.
— Is life so unbearable under our government that you must always
challenge us?
Yes. No. For Bryce, life was going well. Some shit
aspects, but good overall. However, for so many others...
— What does it matter — Vesperus continued, addressing Bryce once
again — if we take away some of your power? What would you do with it?
“It matters that they lie to us,” Bryce replied. — Our power is not at your
disposal. His supremacy is uncontrolled and undue.
— There is a natural order in the universe, girl. The strong rule the weak
and the weak benefit from this. Everything in nature attacks and is attacked.
You fae somehow only consider this an affront when it applies to you.
— I'm not going to debate the ethics of conquest with you. Rigelus and
the others have no right to my world, but they have poisoned the water on
Midgard... It is filled with some kind of parasite that extracts our magic and
demands that it be offered to the asteri. How do I undo this?
— You would still be a leech, who would need to feed on these people.
He doesn't deserve to be free.
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Vesperus had not died, even after being deprived of her magical
sustenance for so long. What would happen if that huge primalux core
beneath the asteri palace in the Eternal City was taken away, other than
removing their source of nutrition? It wouldn't be enough.
So Bryce let some of his power shine through the surface.
She could have sworn her starlight was... heavier. Different, somehow,
with the addition of what she had claimed from Silene.
“I know you can die,” Bryce said, and felt power shining in his eyes.
“The fae already killed you once, you bastards. And in my world, Apollion
ate one of you.
- He ate? — Vesperus seemed less satisfied.
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— I wish I could show you the empty throne that Rigelus still holds for
Sirius. It gets to be cute.
—What kind of creature is this Apollion?
— We call them demons, but you may know them by some other name.
Your kind tried to invade their world, Hell. It didn't go well for you.
“Then Hell and this Apollion will pay for such sacrilege,” Vesperus hissed.
“Don't move,” Bryce warned, closing his hand on the handle of his
Aster. Azriel and Nesta pointed their blades at the asteri.
But Vesperus completed the movement. He stood up. Bryce had no
choice but to do the same. Vesperus staggered, but remained standing.
The asteri took a small step, testing it. Bryce stood his ground.
Vesperus took another step, now more firmly, and smiled at Bryce. For
Azriel, with the Revealer of Truth.
— You don't know how to use it, do you?
Azriel pointed his dagger at the advancing asteri.
— I'm sure this tip is what I'm going to stick in your guts.
Vesperus laughed, her dark hair bouncing with each step she took.
— Typical of your species. They want to play with our weapons, but they
have no idea what they can do. Your mind couldn't contain all the possibilities
at once.
Azriel growled softly, spreading his wings.
- Let's see then.
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Vesperus took another step, standing just a foot away from Bryce.
Bryce was careful not to look at Nesta, who was walking around the
crystal coffin. Nesta had stated before that the Worm of Middengard had
consumed her power. Could this be the type of creature Vesperus
mentioned?
And perhaps more importantly: Was Nesta still weakened? Or had his
power returned?
Bryce gripped Aster tighter. The power of the sword reverberated in the
palms of his hands like the beat of a heart.
—But why store your power here? It's an island... not exactly an easy
place to access.
— Certain places, girl, are better suited to holding power than others.
Places where the veil between worlds is thin and magic erupts naturally.
Our light thrives in these environments, supported by the regenerative
magic of the earth. — She gestured around them. — This island is a
tenuous place... the mists around it declare so.
The Northern Rift was also shrouded in mist, Bryce noticed. A space
between worlds — a tenuous place. And the riverbank where she had landed
in this world... was also shrouded in mist.
“Theia had the gift,” said Vesperus, “but she didn't understand how to
claim the light. I made a point of never teaching during her training... how
she could light up entire worlds if she wanted, if she harnessed the power to
amplify her own. But you, Thief of Light... she must have passed the gift on
to you. And it looks like you learned what she couldn't.
Vesperus smiled.
— You should have killed me when you had the chance.
The light went up the asteri's legs, penetrating its body. One
blinding flash and then...
Vesperus's red mouth opened with joy and triumph, but
no sound came out. Just dark blood.
Bryce blinked at the noise. The wet jet. The silver glow that appeared
between Vesperus's glistening breasts.
The primalux that was climbing up the asteri's body trembled. And
disappeared.
Nesta had thrust the Ataraxia right into Vesperus's chest.
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Ithan had killed the only one who could lead the Valbaran wolves to
a different future, an alternative to Sabine.
It didn't matter that it was accidental. He had torn her neck. And when he
removed his fist, he decapitated her.
To save his friends, he had done an unspeakable and unforgivable thing.
He was no better than the Doe.
Ithan caught a glimpse of his reflection in the car window and quickly
turned around.
***
Ataraxia had killed the Worm of Middengard. But there was no indication that
the blade was also capable of killing an asteri.
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— Get away from me... — Bryce warned Nesta, but the warrior growled
at Bryce.
—She was making you talk until she had the opportunity to kill you with
that hidden light, you idiot.
Dark blood dripped from Vesperus' lips.
— You really are an idiot, girl.
Power escaped Bryce's hands as Vesperus placed his hand on the tip
of the Ataraxia and pushed it. The sword pierced his chest. The movement
was strong enough for Nesta to stumble, the shock turning her face pale.
— The Ataraxia didn't work — Nesta whispered, the shock still written
on her face. - The treasure...
—Do not invoke the Treasury — ordered Azriel. — Don't bring him near
her.
Nesta shook her head.
- But...
— Not even to save our lives — warned Azriel.
"Ah, I'll get the Treasure soon," said Vesperus, and looked
to the hole above his coffin, to the ruined chamber beyond.
For a moment, Bryce was not in the tomb, but in the Griffin Antique
Shop. In the blink of an eye, she was in the library below the gallery, Micah
kept under control, Lehabah begging her to go...
The hilt of the dagger rested in her hand, cold and heavy.
The female's body began to hum. How to have a blade in
each hand — the Aster and the Revealer of Truth — electrified her.
Bryce took a step toward Vesperus, who took a step back.
little. As Bryce suspected he would.
Behind her, Nesta and Azriel fired twin beams of magic, one silver and
one blue, arcing toward Vesperus from two directions. Dividing Vesperus'
attention for a second...
According to the one Bryce had used to kill Micah.
According to the one he now used to attack the asteri, with the sword
in one hand and the knife in the other.
Bones collided with metal and Vesperus screamed in rage as
Bryce plunged the Truth Teller and Aster into his chest.
Bryce threw his power at Aster, light coursing through the blade.
dark, wanting her to destroy this damn monster...
She placed her desire on the Truth-Revealer, and the shadows flowed...
And where the two blades met, where Bryce's light met
merged, power met power.
The sounds became muffled. Magic like lightning surged through her,
from her. The chamber rippled, a restrained rumble echoing through Bryce.
His blood roared, a beast howling at the moon. I was vaguely aware of a
glow, a radiant light that flowed through Aster, the dagger...
Vesperus struggled, moving out of Bryce's reach and falling to her knees.
The asteri bent over, her hands gripping the hilts of her blades. She
he hissed as his skin touched the black metal.
— I'm going to kill you for this.
But the words were slow... slurred.
No, it was time that was slowing down, undulating, as it had with Micah,
as if the blades were killing the asteri, a presence of great power in the
world...
A whip of blue magic shot across the world, a ribbon of cobalt piercing
primalux and darkness. She could see every bond
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The sword came down for the last time on Vesperus' head.
Inch by inch, breaking bones and spilling blood...
Time returned to normal, but Vesperus did not.
Vesperus, the only asteri left in that world, was dead.
***
They abandoned the car at the end of the pier and walked quickly
towards the small boat. Once they were on the Freighter of the Deep, they
could no longer be tracked, even if the Viper Queen had followed the car
there.
Tharion reached into his pocket and touched the white stone that
would summon the ship. Dec, Flynn and the goblins jumped into the boat,
Dec was talking quietly to the captain, but Holstrom stopped at the edge
of the dock.
Tharion approached him silently.
The waters were clear, even at six meters deep. He
he could jump there, enjoying the cool water of the ocean...
He dared not send a wave across the waters of the world announcing
your presence. Coward.
Flynn called out to
them, “Come on, idiots!
Tharion looked at Ithan, but the wolf stared at the eastern horizon. The
rising sun.
— Ready? — asked Tharion.
“I have to go back,” Holstrom said harshly.
- What? — Tharion turned to him. - Like this?
The wolf slowly turned to face him, his gaze dark.
Tharion felt the weight of guilt for what he had done to this male, making
Holstrom fight for him.
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— To the City of the Crescent Moon — Ithan said, his expression impassive
— I have to go back.
- Why?
—Holstrom! Ketos! — Dec shouted as the boat's engine revved.
— Believe me, I know better than you what the asteri can do.
She let her power flow from the star on her chest. From the Horn in
your back.
— They will get this information out of you. People like me, like
them... we always get the information we need. — His gaze darkened
with the promise of endless pain.
"I'm not going to let it get to that point," Bryce said, and sent his
scorching power through the star again, straight into Harry's sarcophagus.
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glass.
Crystal like the Gate that opened the way to this world.
The sarcophagus glowed... and then darkened into a hole.
— Please — Azriel asked, his gaze looking at her hands. The Aster...
and the Revealer of Truth. Something like panic filled
his brown eyes.
Shaking his head, Bryce backed away toward the hole he had made in
the world. In the universe. She prayed that it would take her to Midgard.
She looked into Nesta's eyes. A furious silver fire flickered there.
And then the light of Nesta's silver flame went out as the gate closed
above Bryce, nothing but darkness surrounding her as she sank deeper
and deeper into the pit.
Back home.
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Pollux and the Falcon had been gone for hours, along with Rigelus, and
Hunt was no closer to knowing who they would choose to kill. I was
betting on Baxian, but there was a good chance Pollux realized Bryce
would be devastated if they killed Ruhn. If Bryce ever came home to the
news.
He was surprised and distraught when he regained consciousness
and noticed a familiar weight growing on his back.
All he had to do was look at Baxian and discover the origin: somehow,
both of their wings were growing again at high speed, despite the
Gorsian shackles. Someone must have injected them with something to
speed up this healing—not that that was a good sign.
He wondered if his captors had realized that an itch that never went
away would be as terrible a torture as whips and irons. Gritting his teeth
and trying to ignore it, Hunt squirmed, arching his spine as if to help
ease the unrelenting sensation. He would give anything, anything, for a
little scratch...
respect for Sophie. — Hunt tried to clear away the confusion in his mind.
No, he knew that wasn't possible.
— I don't sit around waiting for you to contact me — argued Aidas. — My
spies listen to the rumors whispered in Midgard... and when I find something
worrying, I investigate.
—So the Queen of Rio was hunting for Sofie to... get involved.
with necromancy? Why not go to Quarteirão dos Ossos?
— I don't know what the Queen of Rio wanted.
Hunt searched his memory for what had happened to Sofie's corpse after
they found it in the morgue aboard the Freighter of the Deep. What had
Cormac done to him? Was it still on the ship? And if so, did the Queen of the
Ocean know what she had in her hands?
He was seething with doubts, but one stood out.
—Wouldn't it have been easier for Rigelus to go after Sofie's body?
Why bother coming after me?
— You appeared quite conveniently for him, Athalar.
Not to mention the fact that you're alive and easier to command than a corpse.
— Try not to give in any more, then. — But Aidas looked with pity
for him. — I'm sorry that one of your friends is going to die tomorrow.
“Fuck,” Hunt said hoarsely. — Do you have any idea who they chose?
Don't go back. Do not dare to enter this world of pain, suffering and
misery. That he was very sorry for not stopping everything.
Bryce had fallen between worlds. And yet, when he landed, he crashed into
a wall.
Apparently, magical interstellar travel didn't take physics into consideration.
His head was throbbing and his mouth was so dry it hurt. The rough
fibers of a rug scratched his cheek, muffling the sounds of an enclosed
space. It was dry and a little moldy. The smell was familiar.
The Autumn King's lips curved into that familiar cruel smile.
“You move fast for a damned old man,” she growled, straining against the
Gorsian cuffs on her wrists. At least there were no chains attached to them,
just the wrists of the handcuffs.
But it was enough. Bryce couldn't even summon a flicker of starlight.
The father knew. He walked over to the gigantic wooden table like
If I had all the time in the world.
In those initial seconds, when he landed there, in the worst place in the
entire fucking world, he had not only nullified her power with those handcuffs—
he had also disarmed her. Aster and the Truth-Revealer were now behind him,
at the table. Along with her cell phone.
Bryce lifted her chin, even though she remained seated on the floor.
— Are Ruhn and Hunt alive?
Something like disgust flashed in the Autumn King's eyes.
As if such mortal bonds should be the least of her worries.
The Autumn King tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the shirt.
filthy and her leggings are torn.
— I was informed that you were no longer on this planet.
Where did you go?
Bryce refused to answer.
The father gave a discreet smile.
— I can connect the dots. You arrive from another world carrying a dagger
that matches Aster. The dagger of prophecy, isn't it? — His eyes glittered with
greed. — Which hadn't been seen since the First Wars. If I were to guess, I'd
say you've managed to get to a place I've been wanting to go to for a long time.
— He looked at the planetarium.
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“You might want to think twice before packing your bags,” Bryce said. —
They don't really like jerks.
— This trip hasn't changed your sharp tongue at all, from what I see.
A low, teasing laugh. How had his mother once loved this cold-blooded
reptile?
— I have already reinforced the protections throughout the house and sent the
servants and guards away.
— Does this mean we're going to have to cook it ourselves?
The intensity on his face didn't lessen.
— No one will even know you're back in this world until I think it's time.
— And then you're going to tell the asteri? — Her heart seemed to stop
beating. I couldn't let that happen.
The father smiled again.
- It only depends on you.
***
Ithan ran without stopping to the east gate of Crescent Moon City, thousands of
miles from the dock in Ionia where he had left Tharion and the others.
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He followed the coward's path through the city, cutting through CiRo instead
of heading straight to Istros through the Moonwood. If he met another wolf right
now...
He didn't want to know what he would do. What would you say.
Amid the hustle and bustle of rush hour, he was a nobody, but he still held
his own in the alleys and side streets. He didn't look at Heart's Gate as he
passed it, nor did he allow himself to look east toward Bryce and Danika's old
apartment as he passed by.
Ithan changed into his humanoid form before walking a block west along
the pier. Ithan knew where the entrance was... everyone knew.
Old, rough marks covered the black door. Like scratches carved by
inhuman nails. In the center, an engraving of a horned humanoid skull
engulfed in flames stared back at him.
Ithan hit his hateful face once. Twice. The metal
it creaked loudly.
The door opened, silent as a tomb. On the other side,
only darkness waited, a long, straight staircase into the pitch black.
It could very well be Hell on Midgard.
Ithan felt nothing, it was nothing, when he entered. While the door
closed behind him, sealing him in a solid, never-ending night.
Locking him inside the House of Flame and Shadow.
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If the Autumn King was indeed preparing the meals, then Bryce had to
admit that he wasn't a bad cook. Roast chicken, green beans, and
some sliced bread waited on the marble table in the vast dining room.
But it was the pleading cries of the fae parents as Silene locked them
out of their home world, leaving their children to the cruelty of the asteri,
that echoed in Bryce's head.
And there, sitting on the other side of the huge dining table with her
father, hours later, after showering and putting on jeans, a T-shirt and a
skin-tight navy blue sports jacket that he had given her — and was
waiting for, with all my heart, that weren't things some hooker had left
behind," Bryce asked, "So that's your plan?" Leave me locked in here
until I die
of boredom and tell you everything? Or is the idea to deprive me of
information so that I can tell anything in exchange for some minimal
news about Hunt?
The father cut the chicken with a precision that served to inform him
how he used to deal with his enemies. But he sighed.
—Your hosts in the other world must have a good tolerance
for disrespectful nonsense, if you're still alive.
— Most people call it charm.
He took a sip of wine.
- How much time you was there?
— I want to know about Ruhn and Hunt.
He took another sip.
— A poor attempt to catch me by surprise and make me respond.
— The Asteri threw Athalar and his brother into the dungeons, and
managed to prevent others from knowing what happened in the palace.
They only informed those of us who needed to know. — He finished the
wine. —Did you bring these fae back to Midgard?
— Did you see any fae come here with me? — He didn't need to know
that she hadn't left on good terms. Azriel could very well have killed her if
she had stayed a little longer.
Bryce rested his forearms on the table, his Gorsian cuffs clicking
against the cold marble.
— So you've known for five days that Ruhn has been in the Asteri
dungeon and you haven't done anything to help him?
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— Ruhn deserves everything that comes his way. He chose his own
destiny.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm.
— Holy shit, but he’s your son.
— I may have others.
— Herself. They call her the Revealer of Truth. — He opened his mouth
again, but she banged her fingers on the table. The best thing to do would be
to explore the terrain, get an idea of where possible allies were, and if they
had survived. — How many does Ophion have?
— No attacks since the one in the laboratory. They are very lacking.
For all intents and purposes, Ophion is over.
Bryce suppressed a shudder.
The Autumn King drank the wine again. At this rate, I would drink the
entire bottle before sunset ends.
— How did the Revealer of Truth end up in your hands?
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— I stole it. — She gave a discreet smile when she saw his face.
I dislike him. — And my other friends... are they all alive?
— If you considered traitor Cormac a friend, then no. But the rest of them, from
what I hear, are alive and well. — Bryce was shaken. Cormac was—” “Did you
steal the dagger to fulfill the prophecy?”
She shrugged with all the nonchalance she could muster and put down her
fork.
— I'm tired of this game.
Cormac was dead. Would he have died that day in the laboratory, or would it
have been later — perhaps in the Asteri dungeons, during interrogation? Or did
they just send the male home to his shitty father and let the King of Avallen make
mincemeat of him for dishonoring the family?
***
Ithan descended the steps of the House of Flame and Shadow in such darkness
that not even his wolf eyes could penetrate it.
He didn't know what awaited him at the end of the stairs, he had never heard
anything about it. But I knew I was out of options.
He couldn't say how long he went down the stairs, the air thick and dry around
him. Like a tomb.
The sound of sneakers on the steps echoed off the black walls. My eyes
burned from the effort of trying to see something, without success. If the steps
ended in a fall, he would have no way of knowing.
I wouldn't be warned.
And he really had no warning. But not for a fall. The metal creaked, and his
skull along with it, as Ithan hit a wall.
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Jesiba Roga led Ithan through an underground hall of black stone, lit
only by fires crackling in fireplaces shaped like fanged mouths that
roared. In front of these fireplaces rested drakis of various shades,
vampires drinking goblets of blood, and daemonakis in suits typing on
laptops.
In a strange way, this place was... normal. Like a private club.
But not the elegant onyx bar, lit with a deep blue light, like the heart of a
flame. A jazz quartet played on a small stage under an arch at the back of
the space, the several high tables—all adorned with votive glass of that blue
light—facing the direction of the music. But Roga went straight to the obsidian
glass bar with golden stools.
Ithan looked at the dark glass, the amber liquid that looked and smelled
like whiskey, even though he had never seen whiskey giving off smoke.
— Call it fumarshow — said Roga slowly. — Whiskey, ginger
grated and a little draki magic to make everything more chic.
Ithan took her at her word and turned at once. The drink
It came down burning — burning the nothingness that existed in it.
— Well — Roga said — considering that you drank this like there was no
tomorrow and the fact that you're here, I'm going to assume that things...
aren't going well for you.
— I need a necromancer.
— And I need a new assistant, but you'd be surprised
knowing that there is a shortage of competent professionals.
Ithan didn't hide his furious look.
- I'm serious.
Roga signaled the bartender to bring another round.
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Jesiba drank slowly this time. Smoke was coming out of his mouth
as she swallowed.
— Whatever it is, doggy, I suggest accepting reality once and for all.
— There's no way to accept reality at once — said Ithan.
He could have sworn that the glasses rattled, that the jazz quartet stopped
playing for a few moments, that the two vampires turned towards them. One
look from Jesiba was enough for the room to resume its rhythm.
—Who did you kill? — asked Jesiba, her voice so low it was almost
inaudible.
Ithan's throat constricted. He couldn't breathe...
—Holstrom. —Her eyes shone like flames.
sconces behind the bar.
There was no way to fix this, no undoing it. He was a traitor and a murderer
and…
— Who do you need to rebuild? — Roga's question was cold as ice.
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Ithan forced himself to look at her and face what he had done.
—A lost Fendyr heiress.
***
“I guess we ate reheated leftovers last night, if that shitty yogurt you left
on my doorstep today counts as breakfast,” Bryce said to the Autumn
King as he plopped down in a red leather armchair and watched his
planetarium go by. .
Her father, sitting on the other side of the huge table, ignored her.
— How long are you going to keep me here?
— Are we back to the question game? I thought you got tired of it
last night. — He didn't look up from where he was writing, his red hair
over his broad shoulders.
She gritted her teeth.
—And that's why you and Morven set up Cormac and me to get together?
He tilted his head, and it never stopped being bizarre to notice the
when she herself was in the habit of doing the same thing.
— No. What do you mean?
— Just something I heard once. — It's
a lie. You've heard of it on the Fae homeworld.
Maybe it would have been better not to have asked. Perhaps it would be
too dangerous to reveal this to him. Not for her, but for the world she had
abandoned. Bryce stopped drumming his fingers, his hands resting on the cold,
soft leather arm.
— I only heard the expression, not the definition.
He analyzed her, feeling that this was also a lie, but something like
admiration flashed in his eyes.
— Insolent until you can't anymore.
Still seated, she made a half-curtsy.
The Autumn King continued, lazily twirling the pen between his fingers: — I
always knew your
mother was hiding something about you from me. She tried so hard to hide
you from me.
— Maybe because you're a sociopath?
He gripped the pen tightly again.
— Ember loved me, a long time ago. Only something great would be
capable of making this love end.
Bryce rested his chin on his hand, his expression the most curious.
innocence.
— Like when you hit her? Something big on that level?
The fire licked his shoulders, his long hair. But the voice
remained impassive.
— We don't need to pick at old wounds. I already said what I think about all
this.
— Yes, you regret it so much. So sorry that now he's doing exactly what she
feared all along: locking me on her property.
discovering that you returned, wouldn't it take long for the news to reach the
Eternal Palace and you would be dead?
Bryce put his hand to his chest.
— I love that you're trying to pay off as a great savior... Seriously,
congratulations on your effort, but let's stop this nonsense.
I'm locked in here because you want something from me. What is it?
He didn't respond and instead turned to adjust the settings on a prism-like
device. Whatever changed caused sunlight to shine through the planetarium's
planets.
A prism—the opposite of what she had done with her power when she
fought Nesta and Azriel. While she condensed the light, the prism dissipated it.
She looked down at her hands, pale against the blood red of the leather
armchair. He had been running on adrenaline, desperation and bravado. How
had he managed to transform the light into a laser in those last moments in the
faerie world? He had acted on pure intuition at the time, but now... perhaps it
would be better not to know. Not to think about how its light seemed to get
closer and closer to the destructive power of an asteri.
“Ruhn tells me you've been holed up here all day, looking for patterns,”
Bryce said, nodding at the planetarium, the prism device, and the collection of
golden tools on the table. — What types of patterns?
She and Ruhn had had a good laugh talking about this, about how the all-
powerful Autumn King was nothing more than a conspiracy theorist. What does
he think he's going to find out? Ruhn had asked, bursting into laughter. That
the universe is like a gigantic tic-tac-toe game?
Bryce's heart sank at the memory.
The Autumn King wrote down something else, his pen scraping loudly
too much in the charged silence.
— Why should I trust a mouthy and indiscreet child
to keep my secrets?
— Is it a secret, then? So is this something controversial?
Disdain appeared on his handsome face.
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He raised an eyebrow.
— Your imagination is really fertile.
— Oh, very much. But you weren't interested in me at all when I was
a child. And now, suddenly, when I revealed my magic light, you want me
to be part of your fucked up family.
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— So your daughter has light powers, you are interested in light patterns...
you want the information to be hidden from the asteri... — She laughed, finally
lowering her hand. — Oh, don't even try to say no — she teased when he
opened his mouth. — If I had wanted to help them, I would have already handed
myself over to them.
The Autumn King smiled. It was terrifyingly beautiful.
— You really are my daughter. More than Ruhn ever was.
— That's not a compliment. — But she continued, not bothering to bother
him with her guesses. — You want to know if I can kill them, don't you? The
asteri. If the Starry light is different from their light, and how is it
this difference. That's where the planetarium comes in: contemplating where we
came from... what kind of light we have, how it can be used as a weapon.
His nostrils flared again.
— And did you learn these things on your journey?
Bryce slapped his wrists with Gorsian cuffs. — Just
take this off and I can show you what I learned.
He smiled and picked up the prismatic device again.
- I am going to wait.
She hadn't thought for a second that this would work; but it seemed like he
knew that too. It was like a game, a dance between them.
Bryce nodded toward where he had left Aster and Truth Teller on the table
the day before. According to Ruhn, it was rare that the Autumn King dared to
touch the sword. It seemed to be true, as he hadn't moved the blades since
Bryce's crash landing.
— Let's talk about how I managed to add another point to my Magical Starry
Princess list: I combined the sword and the knife.
Prophecy fulfilled.
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"You know nothing about this prophecy," said the Autumn King, and
returned to his work.
She asked in a sweet voice: —
So my interpretation is wrong? When knife and sword are reunited, so
will our people. Well, I went to our old world. I met some people. I made
them remember our existence. I came back here. So there are two people
brought together.
He shook his head in pure disgust.
— You know as little about these blades as you do about their true
nature.
She yawned exaggeratedly.
— Well, I know that only the Chosen One can wield the blades.
Wait... Does that mean you can't? As far as I remember... only
Ruhn and I have Chosen cards.
— Ruhn doesn't have the raw power to handle these things the right
way.
- But, I yes? —she asked in an innocent voice. -That's why I'm here?
Shall we cooperate in some sort of training setup so I can take down the
asteri for you?
— Who said I want to get rid of the asteri?
— You tried really hard not to mention how you feel about them. One
moment he's protecting me from them, the next he's trying to make the fae
get along with them. What is the right option?
— Can't it be both?
- Clear. But if you got rid of the asteri, you would have more power than
any other scheme involving my marriage to Cormac.
Bryce pondered. He held her gaze, seeing that she was having an internal
debate.
But who would he tell? At that time, the more people who knew, even the
stupidest ones, the better it would be. That way there would be no way the
secret would die with her.
And after all the shit she had learned and been through
passed... perhaps it would be good to put all the cards on the table.
So Bryce told him. Everything he had learned about the asteri, their
history, their feeding patterns, primalux and secundalux. Gods, it was even
worse when said out loud.
She stopped talking and leaned back in the chair.
—So we're basically a big buffet for the asteri.
He was quiet and attentive while she told him the details, but
Then he said, in a calm voice:
— Perhaps the Asteri have been taking too much, for too long, from the
weakened. generation of our people. This is why the bloodlines have
after generation. — He spoke more to himself than to her, but his eyes locked
with Bryce's as he continued: — So all the water on Midgard is contaminated.
— I don't think a filter will help you, if that's what you're thinking.
— You're not the only one with access to ancient texts. Jesiba Roga's
collection is just a fraction of mine... and a fraction of what
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exists in Avallen. I have studied the tradition long enough to draw some
conclusions.
- That's good for you. It's a genius.
Fire crackled at his fingertips—the same flame he used to burn Ruhn as a
child. She shook off that thought when he warned:
Hunt knew what was coming when the Falcon left the door to the dungeon
open. I knew it would be bad when they were dropped on the filthy floor
again. Ruhn grunted at the pain it caused in his arm.
“Get up, damn it,” ordered the Falcon from the doorway as Mordoc
and several of his feral wolves entered the chamber. They didn't wait
until Hunt obeyed the command before they grabbed him, the silver darts
on their Imperial uniforms shining.
Hunt bared his teeth. Some recoiled when they saw the expression
on his face. In the presence of Umbra Mortis, still untamed.
Even Mordoc, with all those silver darts stuck in his collar, paused,
thinking.
Hunt's legs shook and his body roared in pain, but he still stood up.
The barely formed wings moved, trying to open in their angelic fury. As
much as this was all his fault, he wouldn't give in without a fight.
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Hunt had no idea how Ruhn or Baxian managed to stand beside him. But
they did, amidst grumbles and hisses. A sideways glance at Baxian showed that
the Hellhound's wings—already formed but still as weak as Hunt's—were folded
defensively.
Hunt didn't have much hope that any of them would keep their wings after
that day. But losing them again would be better than losing Ruhn. Would Bryce
ever forgive him if he let Ruhn die?
Would he ever forgive himself?
Hunt already knew the answer.
Mordoc pointed a gun at Hunt's head, and the other feral wolves followed suit
with Baxian and Ruhn as they released the chains from the wall.
Hunt caught Ruhn's agonized, exhausted gaze. How were they going to get
up the short flight of stairs to where the Falcon was, dammit?
Ruhn stumbled, almost falling face first onto the rocks. The feral
wolves advanced, lifting him before he fell for good. The prince's feet
scraped and pushed lightly against the door as he tried to stand, but
his entire body failed.
Hunt could do nothing but watch two feral wolves
dragging Ruhn like he was a fucking backpack.
Maybe it was a mercy for Ruhn to die. Was a
abominable thought, but...
“Please, let's take the elevator,” Baxian murmured behind him, and
Hunt laughed again. It was quite possible that he was on the verge of
hysteria.
“Shut the fuck up,” Mordoc growled, and Baxian grunted, no doubt
because of a punch the feral wolf had thrown at his bruised body.
Thank the gods, they were indeed led down the hall toward the
elevator. As if on cue, the gold-plated doors opened to reveal the Doe
in her immaculate uniform.
“Good morning, boys,” she purred, her face cold as death as she
held the door open with one slender hand. The other arm was in a
sling, wrapped in many bandages.
— Lidia — greeted Falcão slowly, and nodded to his injured arm.
— How are the burns healing?
Hunt limped into the elevator next to Lidia and looked at the Doe's
sling. Would she have stopped acting rebellious and returned to her
true self? Maybe he was using fire to persuade a prisoner to talk and
got a little too carried away. Ruhn's expression remained as neutral as
possible. He was on his feet again, slowly approaching the elevator.
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— Well. — Lidia leaned against the button panel, her golden eyes
seeming to be on fire. She smelled Baxian and then said to Falcão: —
Couldn't you have given them a bath before?
“Rigelus said it should be right now,” replied the Falcon,
pushing Ruhn inside.
The prince hit the glass wall at the back of the elevator and fell to
the floor with a groan. The Falcon reached out to push Baxian, but the
Hellhound bared his teeth, and not even the Falcon would attempt any
grace as the Hellhound positioned himself next to Hunt, limping
discreetly.
How much had changed since those years with Sandriel. And yet,
so little.
— Room for two — an irritated Lidia warned the feral wolves, and
two impassive soldiers entered. Each had at least a dozen silver darts
in the collars of their gray uniforms.
Lidia ordered Mordoc: — Wait outside the bay, up there.
- He is going to screw it up. — But no fucking way would these scoundrels do it?
beg and grovel, whether for his own life or for Ruhn's.
Lidia said, in a soft voice: —
You took the words out of my mouth, Athalar.
Hunt looked, but not fast enough.
Falcão certainly wasn't fast enough.
And Hunt knew he would remember this moment forever: the
moment Lidia Cervos pulled out her gun and fired right between the
Falcon's eyes.
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All Ruhn noticed was the blinding light and then the explosion of gunfire.
Three bodies fell to the ground. The Falcon, followed by two wolves
feral. And in front of them, lowering the gun at her side... Lidia.
— What the fuck was that? Baxian shouted.
He did not know; Ruhn hadn't told him. Even though he was overshadowed
by anger and hatred, he never risked sharing what he knew about Daybright's
identity with anyone else who could betray her.
Using her hand without a sling, Lidia pressed an elevator button.
— We have one minute and thirty-five seconds to get to the car. — She pulled
a set of keys from her pocket and knelt before Athalar. A little clumsily because of
her bandaged hand, she first freed her ankles and then her wrists from the
Gorsian cuffs. Then it was Baxian's turn.
Ruhn blinked and she was in front of him, her eyes bright and clear.
“Calm down,” she whispered. Her slender fingers brushed his skin and the
Gorsian stone fell. Ruhn's magic surged, a wave of starlight rising within him.
It stopped at the end of the arm. He was missing his fucking hand...
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He staggered. Lidia held him, lifting him with ease. But he didn't miss the
grunt of pain from whatever this had done to her arm, now free from the sling.
He was overcome by her scent, enveloping him and leaving him awake
as she wrapped her arm around his waist to keep him upright.
— How long has it been, Lidia? Baxian asked. — How long ago did you
switch sides? — His face was pure shock.
— Let's have time to chat about our rebellious past — she replied, her
voice dry, watching the floor numbers pass by. — When the doors open, go
to the left, then enter the first door, go down two flights, go through the door
and, finally, get into the car. It should fit all of you... and the wings. — She
looked over her shoulder, at Hunt and then at Baxian. — Are they healed
enough to fly yet? Did the primalux injection work?
It was to her that they should thank for the healed wings, as
preparation for escape?
“Weak, but functional,” panted Baxian. — But you lost the
judgment if you think we can leave...
“Shut up,” she snapped, her good arm squeezing Ruhn's side before
leaning him toward the door. — We only have a minute now.
The elevator dinged and Ruhn knew he should have been bracing himself,
just like Hunt and Baxian were, but he couldn't move his agonized, weak body
even when the doors opened...
Instead, Lidia moved him. She advanced down the corridor, almost
dragging, and turned left, with Athalar and Baxian behind her.
Dots flickered in Ruhn's vision, darkness gathering in the corners. She
barely felt her feet moving, keeping them moving, while Lidia ran with them
down the corridor to the door she had indicated, then the stairs...
Ruhn stumbled on the first step and she was there, lifting him on her
slender back and lifting him off the ground. Holy shit, she was carrying him,
despite her injured arm. He might have died of embarrassment, if every
movement hadn't made his arm hurt.
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They got out and went through the glass door to the elevated parking lot.
A huge roofless jeep, which looked more like a tank, was waiting for them
there, with a machine gun mounted on the back.
— Baxian: machine gun — ordered Lidia as she dropped Ruhn into the
passenger seat, the pain threatening to make him lose his already tenuous
consciousness.
The Hellhound didn't need to be told twice before he approached the
machine gun. Athalar threw himself into the back seat, barely able to fit his
wings. And then Lidia sat in the driver's seat. A hard stomp on the pedals
when he engaged the gear and the car took off.
It didn't take long for Ruhn to discover the reason. The guardhouse. There
were six guards around her: two angels and four wolves. They had heard the
car accelerate.
They barely had time to notice Baxian at the machine gun. They didn't
even manage to raise their rifles or summon their magic before the Hellhound
fired a hundred bullets. Taking into account the angle of the ramp they were
descending, they were well in their sights.
Blood sprayed in a mist as Lidia passed them, the car running over their
bodies with sickening thuds. She broke the barrier.
They burst into the sunlight, but it brought no relief. They were in the
middle of the city, surrounded by enemies. Ruhn couldn't breathe.
— Lidia — warned Baxian. There were too many to shoot at the same time
time, no matter how unsure they were about what to do.
Lidia shifted the jeep into higher gear.
The nearest soldier—an angel—catapulted himself into the sky, pointing his
rifle at them. Athalar's lightning flashed, in a feeble attempt to stop the falling
death.
But it was Baxian, firing the machine gun again, who took down the soldier.
The angel's wings spread as he fell, blood dripping in a ruby shower.
Lidia advanced into the fighting, ducking as bullets flew. They broke through
the barricade, the wood exploding, the crystal palace of the asteri looming
behind them, a grim reminder of what they had escaped.
And then they were past the gates, splinters of wood still falling into the jeep
as they headed down the nearest avenue. Emerging from a random alley, a
white van lined up with them, the door opening to reveal...
— Where the fuck is your hand? — Tristan Flynn shouted to Ruhn over the
gunfire, a rifle over his shoulder. He shot in the direction
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behind them, again and again, and Baxian swung the machine gun back,
peppering the pursuing enemies with bullets.
Ruhn was crying his eyes out.
The van turned over.
—What the fuck is going on, Lidia? asked Hunt, panting. They sped
through the city's narrow streets, the van with Flynn forming a line behind
them. Hunt grunted, “They're all Spine places.
And as they made another sharp turn onto a wide street, Ruhn's body
yelping in pain as he collided with the car door again, an explosion erupted
on the other side of town. An explosion so big that only someone made of
fire could have caused it...
In the distance, another eruption sounded.
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Ruhn could not help but be struck by the symbolism of this, for the only
race of Vanir who had been at Athalar's side throughout the Fallen rebellion
had lit that fire. He caught a glimpse of Athalar's face—all the wonder, the
sadness, and the pride that shone there.
The entire earth seemed to be shaking from the impact of the explosions.
Lidia said: — We needed
a distraction. Ophion and Irithys offered us one.
And, in fact, no pedestrian or driver looked at either the jeep or the van
as they accelerated at full speed towards the city walls. All eyes turned
north to the train station.
She had once told Ruhn that Ophion had been trying unsuccessfully to
blow up the Spine for years. She, however, had succeeded.
Somehow, she had done this... for all of them.
They turned onto an even larger avenue that led out
out of town, and Flynn's van pulled up alongside them again.
— Leave the highway to us. Go to the port! he shouted.
Lidia greeted the male and Flynn gave Ruhn a wink before the van pulled
away and the fae lord closed the door.
But ahead of them, at the gate that pierced the city walls, a light began
to flicker. An alarm sounding above another guardhouse.
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From the huge stone arch, a metal grate began to descend, preparing
to seal off the city. Arrest those responsible for attacking the station inside
— or arrest them.
The guards, all wolves in imperial uniforms, turned toward them, and
Ruhn winced as Baxian fired before they could draw their weapons. People
screamed along the sidewalks, fleeing into buildings and hiding behind
parked cars.
“That was the easy part,” Lidia announced, louder than the sound of the
wind, and the jeep set off into the countryside, towards the olive groves and
rolling hills beyond.
Ruhn shifted from where he was leaning against the side panel. O
His wrist was bleeding—the wound had reopened.
Declan said over the
radio: — Get me to talk to him.
For an instant, Ruhn met Lidia's bright golden eyes. Then she held out
the radio to him. All Ruhn could do was hold the radio with his good hand.
And it was still good to be optimistic.
He no longer had nails.
“Hey, Dec,” he groaned.
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— Do you want the good news or the bad news first? — Dec asked over the
radio.
— The good ones.
— Most of the Imperial security forces are at the train station and the city is
closed. Irithys managed to escape... She disappeared into the field. Who knows
where he went.
— I gave instructions on where to go... what to do — Lidia explained, her voice
calm. But then he asked: — And what's the bad news?
— Mordoc and two dozen feral wolves also managed to exit through the
southwest gate before it closed. I think they found out you're heading to the coast.
Cold ran through Ruhn's body, in no way related to the injuries or bleeding on
his arm. He dared to look at Lidia, to really look at her.
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She stared at the road ahead. The wind made strands of her golden hair
come loose from the bun on top of her head. The expression on his face
made it clear that he was thinking.
Baxian said over the sound of the wind,
“They're going to station every guard from here to the coast to watch
the road.
And they had just lost the machine gun. Lidia picked up the holster on
her thigh and handed the gun to Athalar.
- That's all we have? — demanded Athalar, counting the bullets.
Ruhn didn't need to look to know there were no weapons around him.
enough to help them cope with the situation.
— If I had brought more, someone would have gotten suspicious —
Lidia replied coldly.
Declan's voice crackled over the
radio: "What's the plan, Daybright?"
Ruhn looked at her beautiful, perfect face. He observed the determination
that dominated his features: — Send the
boat to the coordinates we agreed on — he said.
she to Declan. — Prepare the hatch for an air landing.
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The Autumn King spent the rest of the day holed up in his office, so Bryce
took the opportunity to poke around the place. First in the kitchen, which was
utilitarian enough to make it clear that it was built for a team of cooks. Luckily,
the fridge was stocked with freshly prepared food. She helped herself to
poached trout and herbed rice for lunch, along with a glass of the fanciest
champagne she could find—taken from a refrigerator in the enormous wine
cellar—and tried opening all the doors leading outside before settling for a
walk through the halls of the house.
Bryce drank straight from the bottle as he wandered around the basement.
Gym, steam room, massage room and sauna occupied one of the wings. In
the other wing, he found an indoor pool, a projection room, and what appeared
to be the Autumn King's security HQ.
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All computers and cameras were dark and locked. He couldn't activate
them, no matter how hard he tried.
He had thought of everything.
Cursing him to the darkest of Hells, she wandered through the ground
floor: a formal living room, the dining room, his study—doors closed in a
silent message not to—the kitchen again, a parlor and a games room
dare to enter
complete with pool and shuffleboard tables.
None of the televisions worked. All I had to do was check to notice that
the cables were missing. Also found no interweb routers.
Bryce tried not to imagine his mother there, young and innocent and gullible.
Upstairs, the doors were left open to reveal several guest rooms, all as
pretty and dull as hers. One wing was locked; It was certainly his father's
private suite.
However, the double doors at the end of the other wing had not been
locked. When he opened it, he smelled a familiar aroma that made his
chest tighten.
spirit
Rock band posters still hung on the walls. The huge four-poster bed
with black silk sheets was the only sign of princely wealth. Everything else
exuded the rebelliousness of youth: ticket stubs taped to the mirror, a
record of every show he'd ever been to. A closet full of black shirts, jeans
and boots, mixed with discarded knives and swords.
It was a time capsule, frozen shortly before Ruhn returned from Avallen
after enduring his Ordeal and emerging victorious, with the Aster. Had he
even returned there or found a new place to live, knowing that, with the
sword, he had a certain advantage over his father?
Or maybe things wouldn't have turned out that way. It is possible that
the Autumnal King expelled him, out of pure envy and bitterness towards
Aster. Or maybe Ruhn had left suddenly one day.
He had never asked Ruhn about this. I hadn't asked so many things.
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She opened the desk drawers by the window and discovered a lighter,
various drug paraphernalia, chewed-up cheap pens, and...
His chest tightened as he pulled out the tube of silver nitrate balm.
Good stuff, made by medwitches, to treat burns. He squeezed the plastic
so hard it creaked.
He carefully placed it back in the drawer and sank onto Ruhn's bed. The
Gorsian shackles on his wrists glowed faintly in the dim light.
Ruhn had managed to get out of that place of so much bitterness, and
she was happy for that. He silently prayed to Cthona that one day he
would have the opportunity to say this to his brother.
But at that moment, I was alone. And it was only a matter of time
before the Autumn King's patience ran out.
***
What the Doe had done bordered on a miracle. Declan, Flynn, and Ophion
had helped, but Hunt knew the female driving the car had orchestrated
everything.
Somehow, she had found Irithys, Queen of the Fire Goblins, and
convinced her to be the spark that would start this massive, unprecedented
attack. For the Fallen, for the elves who had become Lesser by standing
with them—the least of the Vanir, the outcasts—that blow had been for
them. A blow delivered by the person of greatest importance to those
looking for a sign.
Irithys was not just free in the world. She was attacking.
Hunt shook his head in wonder and looked at Ruhn,
leaning against the passenger door.
The attack had been by the rebellion, Hunt knew, but the escape... the escape
it had been because of Ruhn.
— What do you mean by air landing? — Baxian wanted to know,
panting.
Lidia turned off the paved road and followed a dirt road that wound
between the dry hills, towards the mountains.
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close to the coast. The vehicle shook and shook on the dusty ground, and each of
Hunt's wounds throbbed. Ruhn groaned.
Lidia didn't respond and pushed the car to the limit, up and around the hills,
through the patchy shade of the olive trees that flanked the road, the hot, dry wind
blowing in their faces.
Without warning, Lidia hit the brakes and the car skidded on the loose gravel.
Hunt hit the back of the driver's seat, wincing from the impact.
The dust settled enough for Hunt to finally see what had caused the sudden
stop. A few meters ahead, the road had ended. A dense grove of olive trees blocked
the path, too thick for it to be possible to attempt to pass by.
car.
“Lidia,” Baxian said urgently, and she shifted in her seat, looking at them.
“I was hoping this road would take us closer to the water,” she said, breathless
for the first time since Hunt had met her. She looked over her shoulder, at Hunt and
then at Baxian. — You're going to have to fly from here.
- What? — Ruhn exclaimed, trying to get up from where he had been thrown
against the passenger door.
But Lidia got out of the car without opening the door. His eyes were fierce as he
asked Hunt and Baxian, opening the trunk of the car.
— Do you think you can fly?
Hunt managed to get out of the backseat and stand, his head spinning with pain
and exhaustion. With his hand resting on the side of the car, he spread his newly
formed wings.
Pain shot through his back, sharp and deep. Gritting his teeth, Hunt moved his
wings. Made them hit. Once, twice. His beats stirred the dirt and dust into clouds
that gathered at his feet.
— Yes — he said, his voice hoarse, fighting the agonizing pain — I think so.
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On the other side of the jeep, Baxian was doing the same, his black wings
covered in dust. The Hellhound nodded.
Lidia ran to the passenger door, dirt crunching beneath her boots, and
opened it. Ruhn almost fell to the ground at her feet, but she caught him with
her uninjured arm. He dragged him over to Hunt, earning an irritated look from
the fae prince as he struggled to regain his balance. Lidia didn't even look at
Ruhn when she ordered Hunt and Baxian:
Hunt blinked, coming over to help Ruhn to his feet. The pain shot through
him again due to the effort.
- And you? Baxian demanded, limping to the other side of Ruhn.
Its dark wings trailed the earth.
Lidia raised her chin. Sunlight glinted off the silver of his
torque while doing so.
— I'm the big prize. Mordoc will come after me. This way you save time.
“I can carry you,” Baxian insisted, slipping an arm under Ruhn's shoulders.
Hunt could have breathed a sigh of relief at having the burden lifted.
Ruhn said nothing. He didn't even move as Baxian and Hunt held him
upright.
Lidia shook her head at the Hellhound.
— You are both on the verge of death. Take Ruhn and get out.
— His expression left no room for arguments. — Now — she ordered and, it
seemed, the conversation had come to an end, because she transformed.
Hunt had never seen Lidia in her deer form. She was beautiful—hair so
pale gold it was almost white. Golden eyes were framed by thick, dark lashes.
A darker golden streak appeared between his eyes as if it had been licked by
flames.
Lidia, however, had eyes only for Ruhn. Just for him.
Swaying between Hunt and Baxian, Ruhn stared back.
Still not saying anything.
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The world seemed to hold its breath as the elegant doe walked up to
Ruhn and gently, full of love, stroked his neck.
Ruhn didn't even move. He didn't even blink when Lidia walked away,
those golden eyes remaining on his face — just for a moment longer.
Then she leaped into the trees, like a ray of sunshine that was
there and then it was gone.
As if she had never existed.
***
Ruhn scanned the forest where Lidia had disappeared and put his hand
to his neck. The skin there was warm, as if her touch had lingered.
Behind them, darting between the olive trees like lightning, ran
that beautiful almost white animal. A doe.
To get to the sea, she would have to go through the mountainous
forests and then climb the rocky mountain.
Was it possible to go down the other side? She had mentioned an air
landing when talking to Dec. Not a sea rescue. Or
land.
Lidia wouldn't come.
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Hunt blocked Ruhn's shouting and swearing from his mind. He knew he
would be in the same state if it were Bryce here, being cornered by two
dozen feral wolves. It had made those same sounds once, long ago—
when Shahar and Sandriel fell toward the earth, Shahar's blood dripping...
The glare of the sun on the sea made his head throb. Or maybe it was
his injuries and his exhaustion. Every time he flapped his wings, a new
wave of pain echoed through his body, threatening to take his breath away.
But he welcomed the pain in his heart, embraced it. He deserved to feel
every sting of her.
But there, emerging from the water like a breaching whale...
A shiny metal hatch appeared on the surface. Then a person burst in,
waving frantically. And Hunt could only wonder if he was hallucinating
when he realized it was Tharion signaling to them, urging them on from
the narrow outer deck atop the Deep Freighter.
Hunt and Baxian dived, and Ketos leapt to the bow of the mighty ship,
shouting something carried away by the wind.
Towards the coast, the angels gained speed, approaching. The cool
foam of the waves lapped against Hunt's body, the salt making his open
wounds burn. The last three meters left until
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landing on the ship's sodden metal were traversed in the midst of a fall.
Maybe that was his fault too. If I had stopped Bryce, stopped the others
from going against the Asteri... none of them would be in this situation.
None of this would have happened.
But Ruhn remained silent. Eyes fixed on the beach, face pale as death.
As if he could see all the way to the shapeshifter on the cliffs, running for
her life.
***
Growls echoed in the woods behind her, and Lidia recognized them all.
She had to get to the water. If he could reach the sea, he might have a
chance to swim to the ship.
A bush moved to her left and Lidia leaped toward a rock just as Mordoc
burst through the brush and trees, jaws clicking.
Mordoc hit the rock and jumped again. Soon he would pass the rock and be
able to reach it. Right behind him were Vespasian and Gegred, his favorite torturers
and hunters...her favorite torturers and hunters. Foam dripped from their jaws as
they climbed the rocks.
Lidia jumped again, climbing the rock until she reached the top. The wolves
couldn't jump that far, but she didn't wait to see what they would do as she ran
across the wide rock and then climbed higher.
once.
Branches and thorns tore his fur, his legs.
The smell of his own blood filled his nose, coppery and thick. Hooves slipped
on the loose rocks, the sound like crunching bones. There had to be some path
around the side of the mountain, some way to go around it and down the other side
to the water below...
There. Another four hundred meters. A ledge that went around the mountain.
She dove forward and the growls behind her came closer again. She had to get to
the edge. I had to get to the water.
He couldn't cry in that body, but he almost did when he finally reached the
curve around the mountain. As the edge projected before her.
Like a long finger, it extended high above the sea that swayed one hundred
and fifty meters below. The rest of the mountain was a steep cliff.
There was no other way down. And there would be no way back.
From the way his hooves dug into the stone, he realized that the rock was
some kind of soft material that would disintegrate in his hands if he tried to climb
down the cliff in humanoid form. That is, if Mordoc and the others didn't shoot her
first.
Mordoc's cruel growl sounded behind her, and Lidia looked back just as he
assumed human form. The wolves behind him did the same.
"That sounds familiar," breathed Mordoc, a wild gleam in his eyes. —What
did you say to that thunderbird bitch?
Lidia took another step back, while Gedred also drew and aimed his rifle.
Mordoc spat on the dry ground and then wiped his mouth with the back of
his hand.
— Are you faster than a speeding bullet? That's what you asked Sofie
Renast that night. — His captain laughed, showing oversized teeth. — Let's
see, Lidia. Let's see how fast you are now, you fucking traitor.
Even if he never saw the fruits of what he had fought for, for which he had
hoped.
Lidia pushed those thoughts away. As he always did.
Gedred knelt, the shotgun resting on one shoulder.
Ready to shoot.
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And he started running. Faster than he had ever run in this human
form, hurtling towards the edge of the cliff. Two bullets came close to
hitting her heels and she dodged to the side, easily dodging the third.
He had taught these feral wolves everything they knew. Now I would use that
against them.
— Hit this bitch! shouted Mordoc to his shooters.
Lidia's life was diluted with each step. With each movement of the
arms. Bullets scattered rocks and shrapnel at their feet. There were only
a few steps left.
— FINISH HER! Mordoc roared.
But the edge of the cliff was already there—and so she jumped.
Lidia sobbed as she jumped, as the open air embraced her. As rocks
and waves surged below.
For a moment, she thought the water might be rising to meet her.
Jesiba Roga quickly got Ithan out of the bar when he revealed who
he wanted to rise from the dead. He found himself taken to an office
—her office, it seemed—crammed with crates and boxes of what
must have been relics of her business.
She pushed him onto a chair in front of a huge black table, sat on
the other side in a white velvet armchair and ordered him to tell her
everything.
Ithan did. He needed her help and he knew he wouldn't get it if
he wasn't sincere.
When he finished, Roga leaned back in his chair, the dim golden
light from the table lamp illuminating his short, platinum hair.
— It wasn't that long ago — Ithan explained — her body must still be fresh
enough to...
— I don't need a wolf to teach me the rules of necromancy.
— Please — Ithan begged, his voice hoarse. — Look, I... messed up.
— You challenged her and you did it anyway. The others followed you.
— I'm not here to debate wolf politics.
— But that's politics. You resurrect Sigrid and... and then? Already
Did you stop to think about it?
Ithan growled:
— I need to fix this.
—And you think a necromancer will solve this problem.
He showed his teeth.
— I know what you're thinking...
— You don't even know what you're thinking, Ithan Holstrom.
- Do not talk to me like that...
She raised a finger.
— Remember that you are in my House and asking me for a favor of
colossal proportions. He came uninvited, which in itself is a violation of our
rules. So unless you want me to hand you over to the vampires, to be sucked
up and left to rot on the docks, I suggest you watch your words, doggy.
- Good boy.
Ithan tried not to growl. She smiled even more when she realized this.
But after a moment, she asked, "Where's
Quinlan?"
- I don't know.
Roga nodded to herself.
— I don't do anything for free, you know.
He returned her gaze, letting her see that he would do whatever she
wanted. Roga pursed his lips in disgust as he noticed his desperation.
Ithan didn't care.
“Most necromancers,” she added, “are some
arrogant idiots who will mess with you.
“How wonderful,” he murmured.
—But I know someone who can be trusted.
- Say your price. And that of the person.
— I already told you: I need a competent assistant. As I recall, you
majored in History at UCLC. — At his questioning look, she explained: —
Quinlan used to go on and on about how proud he was of you. — His chest
tightened too much. Roga rolled his eyes, either at the words he had
uttered or whatever he saw on Ithan's face, then pointed to the crates and
boxes around him. — As you can see, I have goods that need to be sorted
and shipped.
— You could, but vampires can take a cone before that. Or you might
ask the wrong necromancer and end up... unsatisfied.
Jesiba opened her laptop. She entered the password and said, without taking her
eyes off the screen:
— That huge box marked Lasivus needs to be unpacked and catalogued.
There's an extra laptop on that sideboard over there. The password is
GeleiaGeladinha. Both words with the first letter capitalized, without spaces.
Don't look at me like that, Holstrom. The password came out of Quinlan's
head.
Ithan blinked again. But he got up slowly. He walked to the box. He bared
his claws and, using them instead of a crowbar, ripped off the lid of the box,
which fell to the carpeted floor with a dull thud and a cloud of dust.
Bryce didn't see the Autumn King for the rest of the day. She went to find
something for dinner in the kitchen so she wouldn't have to endure another
meal and a game of questions with him.
He was carrying the plate to his room when his captor appeared at the
top of the stairs.
— I was looking for you.
Bryce lifted his plate and the ham and butter sandwich that was on top
of it.
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He looked at her for a long, unbearable moment, with the expression she
knew he often wore on his own face. The expression she inherited from him,
cold and merciless.
He said:
— And here I was, thinking that you saw Randall Silago as a real father
and that you didn't need me.
She almost dropped the plate.
— Are you… are you jealous of Randall?
There was no expression on his face, but his voice was hoarse as he
said:
— In the end, he was the one who stayed with your mother. And he could create you.
—That almost sounds like regret.
— I told you, I live with this regret every day. — He examined her, the
plate of food in her hands. — But who knows, maybe one day we can
overcome this. — After a moment, he added, — Bryce.
- Where are they? — Her voice was breaking, low. As she knew
what happened to her father when he was angry.
But he just crossed his arms, smug as a cat.
— That's the big question, isn't it? They escaped. Disappeared in
sea, if the rumors are true.
Bryce let the words sink in.
— You... you let me think they were in the dungeons.
Since I knew, all this time, that they were free.
— They were in the dungeons when you arrived. This fact has only
changed now.
— Did you know this was going to happen? — An intense, blinding
fury dominated her head, her eyes. As much as part of her wondered if
he also needed some distance after the conversation they had, and that
revealing that truth... was the most efficient way to push her away again.
In a second, the plate and sandwich were in her hands. In the next
second, they were thrown into the air, towards his head.
— You asshole.
The father destroyed the plate and the food with a wall of fire.
Ashes from toasted bread and burnt hams fell to the floor among shards
of broken pottery.
— What a tantrum — he provoked, analyzing the mess on the carpet
— coming from someone who just found out that his brother and partner
are free.
“How about this,” Bryce said angrily, hating the Gorsian cuffs on her
wrists more than ever, “you let go of me right now, and I throw that pile
of shit that is you right through the portal that leads to the original world
of the fae. You can go pack your bags.
He laughed.
— You will take me to that fae world, whether I let you go or not. AND
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- And even?
— I heard your mother and Randall adopted a son. He would be
It would be a shame if something happened to the boy.
She rolled her eyes.
— There's no point in coming to cry when my mom and Randall beat you up.
They've done this before... I'm sure they'll be happy to remind you of what they're
capable of.
— Oh, I wouldn't go to their door myself — he smiled, confidently. — Just get
Rigelus' ears, let's say, that his parents shelter a rebellious boy...
Her father gave her a condescending smile, as if he knew what she was thinking.
His father was neither for or against the Asteri. He was nothing more than an
opportunist. If I had more power if they fell out, I would fight against them. If it were
more profitable to bow before the asteri, he would prostrate himself before their
crystal thrones. Despite all the talk about helping the fae, he didn't think about
anything other than himself.
success.
She said firmly:
— You are already king here.
— From a continent. What is this when you can have an entire planet?
— You know, you may not be the Starry Chosen One, but I think, out of all of
us, you have the most in common with Theia. She thought in that same horrible
way. But he discovered too late that Rigelus isn't a fan of sharing anything.
— Since females are not allowed in the Cave of the Princes, they did not
have the opportunity to try to claim it, even if they had starlight in their veins.
Bryce gaped.
— You have to be kidding me. Did they ban females from the Cave of the
Princes to prevent us from getting our hands on swords?
Technically he had a bed, but it was too far from that room. A few
times, Flynn and Dec would come and sedate him and drag him
there for restorative treatment, considering his hand was still
recovering.
The fingers had already formed again, but they were pale and
weak. The medwitches had a small supply of primalux potions—a
rarity on a ship where primalux was banned, leaving them to rely on
some kind of enhanced bioluminescence to illuminate everything—
but Ruhn had refused the potions. He had demanded that they give
every last drop to Lidia. I would let my hand heal the old fashioned
way. Whether he and Baxian would ever overcome the ordeal that
had led to their hand being chewed off was another story.
“I'm fine,” Ruhn replied, his voice hoarse. He had barely spoken
since the day before. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Not even Flynn
and Dec, even if they had gone after him. That they had saved him.
— Ruhn, man... you need to sleep. — Flynn finally entered the room,
sitting in the chair next to his. — If she gets up, I'll call you. If she moves,
I'll call you.
Ruhn just stared at the terribly pale female in the room.
bed.
— Spirit.
“The last thing I told her,” Ruhn whispered, “was that she
was dead to me.
Flynn sighed.
— I'm sure she knew you weren't serious.
— I was serious.
The friend swallowed.
— I didn't know things between you two had gotten so... intense.
Day, Ruhn said to the void between them, as he had done almost
every hour since. Day... can you hear me?
No answer.
Lidia.
He had never called her by her name before. Not even there.
He tried again, calling the name into the void, like a plea.
Lidia.
But the darkness only howled in response.
***
"So," Hunt said to Tharion as they sat in the Deep Freighter's empty
mess hall, "the Viper Queen, huh?"
Tharion nibbled on his poached fish and salted seaweed
cut into thin strips.
— Let's not get into that, Athalar. — They had missed lunch, but
got some leftovers from the cooks.
- Fair. — Hunt flexed his wings, now back to their usual strength,
thanks to the primalux that Lidia had managed to give him through
some machination of hers. — Thank you for coming to get us.
Tharion looked up—dark, empty.
Hunt knew that feeling well. He was trying not to feel this way
every second of every minute. Now that he and his friends were there,
safe and sound, without physical torture as a distraction, he was
drowning in that feeling.
“Holstrom said we're a pack,” Tharion said. — I don't really like this
canine comparison, but I like the idea it expresses. As soon as Lidia
told us there were days left before they executed you... we had to do
whatever was necessary. - More or less. It wasn't that easy, of course,
but after leaving the Meat Market, he went all out.
He wished Bryce was with him. Not just to sleep next to him and remind
him that he had managed to escape, but... because he needed his best friend.
However, Bryce wasn't there. And this fact also made him wake up from
his sleep. Dreams in which she fell through space, alone and lost forever.
— I'm sure those idiot fae have some regulations that prohibit that —
Tharion said with a wry smile — but if there's anyone who could get around
them, it's Bryce.
Hunt suppressed the pain in his chest. I couldn't bear to imagine the
expression of sadness and anger that would appear on her face when she
saw the halo, the mark. If she ever came back.
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—With the Queen of the Ocean? — Tharion laughed, cold and humorless.
— It would be easier to ask if I have contact information for Ogenas herself.
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“She went through all this trouble to help the enemies of the
Asteri,” Hunt explained, drumming his fingers on the table. — I want
to know the reason.
Tharion studied his face with such scrutiny that Hunt remembered
why Ketos had been named Captain of the River Queen's Intelligence.
Hunt let the merman see the pure determination that flowed through
him.
— All right — Tharion said in a deep voice — I'll see what
I can do. Even though…” He shuddered.
- What?
— Considering what happened to her sister and her niece... it
might not work out.
— You are on this ship and no one tried to kill you or send you
back to the River Queen... that must mean something.
— I think it has more to do with Lidia's importance than mine, as
much as it pains me to say that. — Tharion sighed. — And believe
me, the moment I stepped on this ship, they started giving me grief
for deserting the Queen of Rio. I'm an outcast here.
— Well... perhaps this could be used to your advantage, to attract
the Queen of the Ocean to a meeting.
Tharion crossed his muscular arms.
— I'd rather not.
“Think about it,” Hunt said. — Whatever you can get
do... I would appreciate it.
Tharion ran his long fingers through his red hair.
— Okay, okay, I know. — Tharion shifted on the metal bench to
take a cell phone from his skin-tight Neoprene suit. He started typing.
Walking to stretch and test the strength of his healing wings, he walked silently
through the glass-lined hallways, with nothing but the dark ocean around him.
All that crushing water held back by the Ocean Queen's magic. Hunt couldn't
help but be impressed by this.
He found Baxian working out in the gym that had been assigned to them—
one of dozens on that ship, and the one closest to their quarters.
“You need a helper to pick up all that weight,” Hunt warned, stopping near
the bench where the angel shifter grunted under the weight of the bars, dark
wings spread beneath him. — You should have asked me.
“You weren't in the room,” Baxian replied as he lowered the barbell to his
bare, muscular chest. Sweat dripped down the groove between his pectorals,
the brown skin glistening. Parts of the tattoo over the heart For love, anything
is possible, written in Danika's handwriting, still visible there. How could he
replace her... Hunt felt his heart sink as he thought.
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— And when I asked the elves if they had seen you, they said you were
having lunch.
Hunt had stopped by the small room where Malana, Sasa, and Rithi had
hidden since arriving, to ask if they wanted to join him and Tharion. They were
in a slight and constant panic about being there, underwater. But they didn't
want to have lunch.
They didn't want to see the ship or any indication that there was an endless
ocean around them. So they stayed in their windowless room, watching some
contentless reality show about real estate agents selling mansions on the
beach in the Coronal Islands, and pretending that they weren't surrounded by
a gigantic, lethal trap for their species.
they.
Baxian kept his eyes on the weights he had been lifting.
— I needed to exercise a little.
- Why?
— Thinking bad things — was all Baxian said.
— Oh. — Thoughts that should return to the taste of Ruhn's blood in
his mouth. Hunt stood silently behind the bench, within reach of the bar,
as Baxian lifted her again, arms shaking. There were about 270 kilos
there, easy. — How many have you done?
“Eighty,” Baxian growled, arms outstretched, wings spread beneath
him. Hunt took it upon himself to guide the bar back to the posts. — I
want to reach one hundred.
— One step at a time, man.
Baxian panted, looking at the ceiling. Then he looked at Hunt,
watching him upside down.
- What's up?
— I'm just checking on my friend.
“I'm fine,” Baxian replied, bending down and supporting his hands.
hands on thighs. The wings draped over the black plastic tiles.
Hunt knew it was a lie, but nodded anyway. If Baxian wanted to talk,
he would.
He told Baxian everything that had happened while they were in the
medwitch's room the day before, between sutures, potions and pain.
He told them about Bryce, the Doe and all the shit they had discovered.
Baxian took it well, even though his shock at the Doe's involvement
was obvious. Hunt couldn't blame him. He himself still had a hard time
believing it. But Baxian had been working with Lidia longer than Hunt had
—it would probably take him longer to adjust his image of her.
Tharion told himself not to travel. To focus on the fact that, against all
odds, they had managed to rescue their friends from the Asteri dungeon
— they even went one step further and saved Lidia Cervos from certain
death.
But that didn't matter. Holstrom was left behind. Holstrom, whose
Tharion's life had destroyed.
And not just Holstrom's life, but the Wolves' future as well.
The Fendyr heiress was dead because of him. Technically, because of
Holstrom, but... none of that would have happened if it weren't for
Tharion's choices.
Since getting on that ship, he hadn't given anyone the impression that
he had spent an entire day vomiting his guts out. Partly due to abstinence
from the Viper Queen's venom, but also out of pure disgust for everything
he had done, for what he had become.
Ariadne had been sold, only the gods knew where. For whom.
And okay, technically she hadn't been sold, because the Viper Queen
didn't own her, but... she'd left to avoid having to kill Holstrom. Or at least
that's what the Viper Queen made her think, achieving an advantageous
exchange while, all this time, her plan was to put Sigrid in the ring against
Ithan.
At least no one there called him a traitor. But everyone knew that he had
deserted the Queen of the River. And taking into account the fact that she was
not exactly unanimous on the ship, they knew that the resentment was due to
the fact that he had deserted the beings of the sea. Of yours.
He wanted to shout to everyone on the bridge that if he could, he would
desert himself.
Sendes finally turned to him, after dismissing the soldier.
- Sorry about that.
Tharion waved his hand. Considering the size of the debt they owed to
Sendes and that ship, she would never need to apologize to him again for
anything.
— I feel like that's all I say these days, but I wanted to ask a favor.
Ithan lunged for the book that had somehow slid into the office door, landing on
top of him with a thud that echoed through his entire body.
To his dismay, the book stirred beneath him, trying to pull itself together.
dodge toward the door and the world beyond.
“Stop that noise,” Jesiba complained over the sound of her typing.
Ithan grunted, pressing all of his considerable weight onto the errant book...
— Enough — replied Jesiba, and the book stopped on command in its place.
voice.
However, Ithan didn't move until he was sure that the book had indeed
obeyed its owner. Withdrawing his body to look at the blue leather-bound book,
he tensed and then reached out to take it.
But the book stayed there, still. Inert. Like a normal book...
The book started to bite Ithan's fingers, who threw himself at him again.
— Lehabah was much more efficient... and ate much less. For
Where does all this food go, wolf?
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The book jerked back, as if it wanted to jump off the shelf and attack
him a third time, but a golden wave of light shone across its spine—a
grate settling into its place. Protections to seal magical books. The book
struggled against the railing. And there it stayed.
Jesiba said from the
table: — I thought I was smarter than him with the previous
protections, but I want to see how you get through this one.
As if in response, the book rattled back on the shelf.
Ithan showed the middle finger and turned to the sorceress.
He had spent the last day working non-stop, unpacking boxes,
inspecting the goods, cataloging the contents, repackaging the artifacts
inside, pasting new shipping labels... Heavy work, which at least kept
him busy.
It kept him from thinking about the blood on his hands. The body he
could only hope was indeed on ice somewhere in that underground
labyrinth.
He didn't leave Roga's office. She ordered food to be delivered from
the House's private kitchens — and if he needed to rest, she ordered
him to lie down on the carpet, curled up like the dog he was.
And that's what he did, ignoring the insult, and falling into a sleep so
deep that she had to poke him with her foot to make him wake up.
He might have protested this behavior if she had not been the bearer
of good news: Hunt Athalar, Ruhn Danaan, and Baxian Argos had
escaped the Asteri dungeon during a rescue operation that incinerated
the entire Spine.
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The Doe had done it. Tharion, Flynn and Dec had made it. Somehow,
they managed. Relief tightened her throat to the point of pain, even as the
shame of not helping them turned her stomach.
Since then, Ithan and Jesiba had exchanged few words. Roga had spent
much of his time in client or House meetings, which he didn't talk to him
about, but now... Ithan looked at the shelf, at the magical book that was
struggling against the protections that kept it in place.
of monitors like Lehabah to protect the guardians. To ensure they didn't escape
and become an even bigger nuisance.
All to give the library priestesses enough time to smuggle the books onto ships.
The Vanir armies intercepted most of them, and the priestesses were burned,
their precious books being used as firewood. But one of the ships... — The lips
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from her they bowed upwards. — The Griffin. He managed to escape the Vanir
networks. He sailed across the Haldren and found a safe harbor at Valbara.
- Why?
— Then you'll have to ask the sea creatures.
—But why do you know that? How did this collection end up in your hands?
— I'll avoid making comparisons with dogs that don't drop bones. — Jesiba
closed her laptop with a soft click. He intertwined his fingers and rested his
hands on the computer. —Quinlan knew when to keep his mouth shut, you
know? She never asked why I have these books, why I have the Archesian
amulets that the priestesses of Parthos wore.
It was Jesiba, but it wasn't. It was Jesiba, as if she were trapped in the
prime of her youth. Of innocence. But her voice was as tired as ever when she
said, “Lest you think I'm
lying... that's the state of things.
to which I will always return... I can return if I so desire.
— So you are... capable of making magical transformations?
She didn't smile.
— No. I was cursed by a demon. By a prince who intercepted my ship and
the books I carried on it.
Ithan's heart was beating faster and faster.
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— We had almost reached the Haldren Sea when Apollion found the
Griffin. —Her voice betrayed no emotion. — He had heard of the failed
resistance attempt on Parthos, of the ships and the priestesses burned
along with their books. I was curious to know what could be so valuable to
humans that they were willing to die to defend it. You couldn't understand
when I said that there was nothing but the power of knowledge... that there
was no weapon other than learning.
— Her smile became more bitter. “He refused to believe me. And he cursed
me for my insolence in not telling the truth.
Ithan swallowed.
—What kind of curse?
She pointed to her longer hair, her softer face.
— To live, unchanging, until I decided to show the true power of books
— she said simply. — He still believes that they are a weapon and that one
day I will be so tired of living that I will hand over all the books, revealing
the supposed weapons hidden there.
— But... I thought you were a witch.
She shrugged.
— I was, for a while. How do you categorize a human woman who has
stopped aging? That she always returns to the same age, the same physical
condition as when she was cursed? I cherished my years with my fellow
priestesses on Parthos. When the witch dynasties arose, I thought I might
find similar companionship among them. A home.
From the way she said touching, Ithan knew exactly how she saw
what he had done to her.
“It took me a while to realize I had powers beyond eternal youth,” she
said softly, “and luckily I've had fifteen thousand years to learn to master
those powers. To allow them to become part of me, to have a life of their
own, like books did.
— Not yet — said Jesiba in a low voice, come the —, not until
time.
- Than? — He dared to ask.
She glanced over her shoulder at the small library, at the aggressive
book that had finally calmed down, as if it were acting out.
— That a world will emerge where these books will finally be safe.
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Bryce found the Autumn King in his office, his red hair shining in the
morning light. Contemplating the Aster and the Revealer
of Truth on your table.
So he had been hit by what she had said the other night. Excellent.
— So close — she purred as she closed the door and approached the
table — but so far. So unworthy.
Flames danced in his eyes.
— What do you want, girl?
She walked around the table to stand next to his chair, looking at the
weapons from her father's angle. He frowned, as if her mere proximity was
unpleasant.
— Did my mother ever tell you what happened that night when she was
trying to take me to safety?
When did her goons catch up to her and Randall?
“If I were you, I'd think carefully about what you're going to say,” he
replied.
Bryce smiled.
— It had been years since Randall had picked up a gun. Not since he'd
come back from the front and sworn he'd never wear one again. She was
about to say her vows to Solas when she received a request for
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help from the High Priest, to help a single mother and her three-year-old
daughter who needed to escape from you. And that night, his shitty guards
found us... It was the first time Randall had ever picked up a gun again. He
put a bullet right in his security chief's head. Randall hated every damn
second of it. But he did it anyway. Because at that moment, even after just
three days of running away together, I already knew I was in love with my
mother. And that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
Bryce said, his voice soft, and the knife and sword steady in his hands:
— Here's the deal: just don't resist and I won't impale you with this and
use your belly to test how to open that portal. to nowhere.
The flame flared and then disappeared in his eyes as the handcuffs held
him firmly in place.
She smiled, tilting her head.
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The Autumn King remained silent. The bastard wouldn't even deny the
accusations.
Bryce bared his teeth, a blinding, searing rage invading his vision. But her voice
was cold as ice when she said:
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— To be honest, I really wanted to kill you, right here, right now. For my
mother, but also for Ruhn. And I think for me too. — She indicated the door
with her head. —But we have an agreement, don't we? And I have a really
hot date today.
He gave a look that bore the purest death.
— The asteri will kill you.
- Perhaps. But you won't tell them any of this to help them. — She
extended the Aster towards his face. — It really sucks that you unplugged
all your electronics and turned off the interweb. There will be no way to ask
for help from inside the basement closet.
Ever since Vesperus had writhed beneath the two blades, a thought in
the back of Bryce's mind had been bothering her. Remembering everything
Ruhn had told her about the Autumn King's obsession with Aster, she bet
he might also know about the dagger.
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It was the hardest decision she had ever made in her life: going there,
playing this little game, instead of having the portal take her straight to
Hunt. But Hunt, as she feared, was still in the dungeons, and appearing
there would have been too risky. And this knowledge was very important.
But now she knew a little more. Aster and the Revealer of Truth could
open a portal to nowhere, wherever it was. Now she just needed to learn
how to make them act that way.
Good thing he had also said where to find more information about the
blades in Midgard.
The Autumn King hesitated as Bryce pointed his sword at the open
closet in the basement. Like much of the house, it was fireproof. It was
possible that it would take him some time to break down the heavy steel
door, if he managed to free himself from the Gorsian shackles.
With a deep breath, Bryce summoned his magic. As she exhaled, she sent
a stream of her starlight into the prism, her power faster than ever.
And I am in Avallen.
Did that make any difference to his power? For her? Now have that layer of
darkness?
Bryce put the questions aside. I could think about that later.
At that moment...
She picked up the notebook from the table and placed it in the inside pocket
of her sports jacket.
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Then he pushed the prism on the table a few inches to the side, angling
it toward the device on the other side of the room.
The one the Autumn King said might be able to recapture the light, possibly
with more power added to it. But what if light burst from either prism, meeting
in the middle? What would happen in the collision of so much magic?
All that overwhelming light, the little bits of magic colliding with each other
would produce energy. And they would supply it as if it were a battery.
Identical bursts of the same light shone from both prisms, firing at each
other. Streaks of light falling into the darkness, their power reduced to their
most elemental and basic form.
They shone into each other, and where they met, light, darkness, darkness
and light collided...
Bryce walked right into the center of the explosion.
Came into his power.
It lit her up inside, lit up her own blood. Hair floated above his head, pens,
papers and other office objects rising with him.
So much light and darkness — power was in the meeting of the two.
Now he could understand how darkness shaped light.
But all that power combined... was the boost she needed.
She gave the middle finger to the ground at her feet, to the angry Autumn
King below, and teleported out of the house, to the place she most wanted to
be.
Home. Wherever that was on Midgard.
Because home was no longer just a physical place, but also a person.
Silene stated this when she spoke of Theia and Aidas... their souls met
across the worlds, because they were partners. They were the
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***
Ruhn was so tired that despite the pain in his neck, he didn't bother moving
to a more comfortable position in the chair.
The machines beeped nonstop, like metal crickets marking the passage of
the night.
He was vaguely aware that Declan was replacing Flynn.
Then Dec came out and it was Flynn again.
I couldn't say what woke him up. Maybe a change in the machine or some
change in the cadence of her breathing, but... a stillness passed through him.
He opened his eyes, painful and heavy, and looked at the bed.
The Doe was before him. The Doe, damn it! How could he feel so much
relief for someone he hated so intensely? How could he hate someone
whose life was more important to him than life itself?
Her glassy eyes looked away from his. He looked around the windowless
room, taking in the machines and the IV drip. His nostrils flared, smelling the
room beneath the antiseptics and various potions. Something sharpened in
his gaze. Something like recognition.
- What the hell is this? said Flynn, a step behind Ruhn, smelling of the coffee
he had spilled on himself when he had jumped out of Lidia's way.
Lidia arrived at the stairs and, just before the door closed behind her, Ruhn
saw her stumble, falling to her knees on the steps and getting back up.
She advanced further and further, unaware or ignoring the fact that Ruhn
was running close behind. She opened an unmarked door and bolted down the
hallway. People in civilian clothes clung to the walls when they saw her — then
him. The walls there were covered in brightly colored art and pamphlets.
Lidia breathed deeper and deeper. He sobbed, stretching his neck to see
through the windows of the rooms he passed. Ruhn read the words on each
wooden door: Third Year. Seventh Year. Fifth Year.
And then a boy, with golden hair and blue eyes, turned his head away.
teacher's gaze and looked at the window. The boy wasn't a merman.
Ruhn felt the ground disappear beneath his feet. The boy looked exactly like
Lidia. He had the same skin and hair color.
Another boy to his left, also not a merman, had black hair.
dark and golden eyes. Lidia's eyes.
Behind them, Flynn grunted in surprise.
— Do you have brothers on this ship?
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Hunt leaned against the wall of the Deep Freighter's massive tactical
room, arms crossed. Tharion and Baxian stood at his side, the former
feigning indifference, the latter the picture of menace.
The only piece of furniture in the room was a conference table,
and despite being told to sit down when they entered five minutes
earlier, the three remained standing.
Hunt mentally went over everything he needed to say. The Queen
of the Ocean had asked Sendes that Tharion attend the meeting, but
Athalar knew he would have no better opportunity to ask the questions
he wanted. Assuming Tharion managed to stay intact until Hunt
started talking. Otherwise, it could complicate your plans.
And the seaweed and gorgonian dress she wore had a train that trailed as
she walked, the shells and coral decorations tinkling with each movement.
The three moved away from the wall and, following Sendes' example,
they bowed.
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But as he did so, Hunt kept his eyes on the Ocean Queen, noticing the
slow movement of her eyes as she took in the three of them.
Only the eyes moved — nothing else. A predator sizing up its prey.
Adjusting the wings on the back of the chair, Hunt locked eyes with
Baxian. The Hellhound returned a look that said: Well, I'm about to shit my
pants.
Hunt looked at his chair as if to say You're not the one glued to it.
***
you did. But I am also an educator and advocate for these children.
Please put the twins first today. Just like you have done every day for
the last fifteen years.
Lidia examined the female's face with a receptivity that Ruhn had
never seen in her. He looked over his shoulder, back toward the
classroom. The blonde boy was at his desk at that moment, staring at
Lidia with wide eyes. The dark-haired boy watched her carefully, but
remained sitting.
There was a lot of Lidia in their features. When they were far away
from her, it was unlikely anyone would be able to make the connection,
but it was impossible to ignore when they were so close.
— It’s okay — Lidia whispered, lowering her hand from the window
— it’s okay.
Kagani breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
— Why don't you go clean up? School doesn't end for another five
hours, so don't be in a rush. Eat something. Maybe get a quick exam
with your medwitch. — She nodded at the half-scarred holes in Lidia's
arm, where the serum had been ripped out.
— Okay — Lidia repeated for the third time, and walked away. As
if Ruhn and Flynn didn't exist.
Director Kagani added gently, “I will contact
Brann and Actaeon's adoptive parents to see if they can participate
as well.
Lidia nodded silently and continued walking.
Ruhn looked at Flynn, who had his eyebrows raised,
and raised his own eyebrows in silent agreement.
A sudden movement caught his attention and Ruhn turned around.
towards Lidia, indistinctly extending his hand towards her.
But he wasn't quick enough to catch her when she
he fainted and fell to the floor.
***
Tharion had never met anyone as frightening and alluring as the Ocean
Queen. I never wanted to cry, laugh and scream at the same time
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time... although he was more inclined to do the latter when the queen
demonstrated the full force of her displeasure.
— Tharion Ketos. — She pronounced his name as if it left a bad taste in
his mouth. — Explain to me how you have not just one, but two queens
demanding your head?
He shuddered and used all the charm he had — the main and
best defense strategy he had and could apply. — It's just that
I usually cause this effect on females.
The monarch did not smile, but he could have sworn that Sendes, standing still
at the door, I was trying not to laugh.
The Queen of the Ocean folded her hands in front of her soft, curved belly.
— I have received reports that the Viper Queen of Lunathion has placed
a bounty on your head worth three million gold marks. — Athalar, the bastard,
let out a low whistle. — Five million if you're alive, so she can punish you
herself.
Tharion held his breath.
- Whereby? — He quickly added: — Your Majesty.
“I don't know the details and I don't want to know,” replied the Queen of
the Ocean, her pearly teeth gleaming behind her bright red lips. — But I
believe it had something to do with your presence bringing in certain individuals
who caused incalculable damage to her property. She considers you largely
responsible.
He was so, so fucked up.
— But your problems don't stop there — continued the queen.
He could have sworn those shiny teeth had gotten sharper.
— My supposed sister from Istros also demands your return. She is
threatening war against me, against me, if you are not handed over. I believe
to be executed.
He could barely breathe.
— Please — he whispered — my parents...
— Oh, I wouldn't worry about your family if I were you. — The Queen of
the Ocean seethed. His teeth were now curved and razor-like. A real shark.
— The River Queen and the Viper Queen only want you. It would be great if
you gave me a good
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reason not to hand it over... and let them fight over its carcass.
He looked for some way to calm things down, to win her over, but he
failed. The streak of luck, which used to be so great and deep, had officially
dried up...
— If you hand him over — said a drawling female voice coming from the
open door, you will —,have a third queen pissed off with you.
Tharion felt the ground disappear beneath his feet.
Bryce Quinlan walked through the door and gave the Ocean Queen a
wink.
— Tharion serve a mim.
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Hunt was out of his body, out of his mind. Maybe he had died. It was
Bryce right there, in the doorway, smiling at the Ocean Queen.
She was Bryce and at the same time...she wasn't.
He wore his usual outfit—tight jeans and a soft white T-shirt with a
navy blue sports jacket. Hell, she even had those neon pink sneakers
on. But there was something different about her posture, the way the
light seemed to shine off her.
She looked older, somehow. Not in expression lines or wrinkles, but
in your eyes. As if I had been through big events, good and bad. Hunt
recognized this, because it was also engraved on his own face.
- Hey. — She blinked away the tears, turning to the Queen of the Ocean,
who monitored her every move. Every breath.
The Queen of the Ocean said to Bryce, her shark teeth gleaming:
Bryce gave a wry look that seemed to say, You're a fucking bitch.
liar, but I love you.
The Ocean Queen still watched Bryce with a face as cold as the northern
region of the Haldren Sea.
— I'll need to check that out. — She pointed a nail made of pure mother-
of-pearl at the merman. — Tharion Ketos, you are confined to this ship until
further notice.
Tharion lowered his head, but remained still and silent.
The Ocean Queen lowered her finger and gave Bryce a sharp look. It was
pure instinct that Hunt braced his knees, ready to jump between the two and
protect his partner. But there was no lightning, no gun, no sword that could
save Bryce if the Ocean Queen brought the full wrath of the sea upon them.
At that depth, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of reaching the surface in
time. That is, if their bodies didn't explode first due to the pressure.
Hunt refrained from saying that this check-out policy was not very
guest-friendly. Especially when the Ocean Queen asked Bryce,
narrowing her dark eyes: — Is your father, the Autumn
King, still breathing?
Bryce smiled slowly.
- For now.
The Ocean Queen weighed her words. Then he responded to
Bryce's smile with a smile of his own, revealing all those hooked shark
teeth.
— I don't remember inviting you to this ship.
Bryce checked his nails. It was a move so characteristic of her that
Hunt's chest tightened.
— Well, someone sent me a virtual invitation.
Hunt lowered his head to hide the smile on his face. He had
forgotten how fun it was to watch Bryce in action. Leading all those
idiots with mastery. This helped to ease the weight he felt, taking away
some of that primitive terror. But just a little.
The Queen of the Ocean said, categorically:
— I don't know of such a thing.
Bryce's whiskey-colored eyes twinkled, making it clear he was
having fun with this, but his tone was very serious as he explained, "I
teleported
here." I needed to find my partner.
***
It took all of Bryce's willpower not to grab Hunt right then and there and kiss
him until he was dizzy. It took all her willpower not to let herself be overcome
by fury and cry when she saw the halo tattooed again on his forehead, the
mark stamped on his wrist.
She would kill the Asteri for doing this.
Killing them was already in her plans, of course, but after what they did
to Hunt while she was away... she would make sure they died a very slow
death.
That is, when he finally discovered how to kill them.
And when he hugged Hunt, she wouldn't let go. Never. But they had so
many things to work out now that giving in wasn't among the options, nor
was hugging and loving him.
She didn't dare ask where Ruhn was, not with the Ocean Queen present.
Baxian was with Hunt, so perhaps his brother was nearby too. The Autumn
King had said that everyone had been rescued. Ruhn had to be there.
Somewhere.
But she couldn't wait for her brother. He would have to be brought up to
speed on this later.
“I traveled to the original world of the fae,” she said. —, through a
Gate of the Eternal Palace. I possess the Horn of Luna, which helped open
the path between the worlds.
A stunned silence filled the room. Hunt was almost vibrating with her
lightning and curiosity, but Bryce didn't look away from the Ocean Queen as
the female said, her voice neutral: — I assume you discovered
something.
Bryce nodded curtly.
— I already knew that asteri are intergalactic parasites. But it turns out
they infected the waters of Midgard by invading this world.
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— We help each other when we can... I shelter her agents, if they can get
here. But Ophion is as prejudiced against us as a Vanir is against a mortal.
They think accepting our help is... degrading.
— And Ophion resents them all — said Commander Sendes, still standing
next to the door. — We would need a solid bond between us to start
negotiations on the unification of the armies.
—Do you trust Hell enough to open the Crack of Hell wide open?
North and allow its armies to pass?
— If it's our only chance to defeat the asteri...
— You would trade one evil for another.
Bryce couldn't stop the starlight from pulsing beneath his skin, condensing
and sharpening into that thing that could cut through stone.
— I wouldn't say that the Princes of Hell are bad, since, all these years,
they refused to let the Asteri win.
When they went out of their way to try to help us, even though they had to
pay a price for it. Hell owes us nothing, but they are so convinced of the
importance of ridding the universe of asteri that they have dedicated
themselves to it for thousands of years. I would say it is a pretty strong
commitment.
The Queen of the Ocean seemed to grow by almost two inches. She
He pointed his chin at Hunt.
— Your partner has hunted demons for centuries... seen their brutality
and bloodlust up close. What do you have to say about their supposed
altruism?
Hunt squared his shoulders, unshakable. Bryce's throat tightened at the
sight, at the knowledge, even before he began to speak, that he would be by
her side.
— I have some difficulty accepting it, even more so after they destroyed
Lunathion this spring, but if Bryce trusts them, I trust them too. Plus, it's not
like we have a lot of options.
Bryce spared him from delving into the subject: —
There's one more thing.
They all turned to her. Hunt, at least, had the good sense to look nervous.
Bryce kept his gaze fixed on the Ocean Queen as he said, “We need to
go to Avallen.”
- Why? — demanded the Queen of the Ocean. The tone of his voice
seemed to contain a tsunami within it.
— I have some research I need to do in your archives that could help our
cause. — At least there was some truth in that. — About the First Wars and
the involvement of Hell.
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Okay, that last part was a lie. But she wouldn't explain what
I really wanted to search on that mist-shrouded island.
The Queen of the Ocean spoke slowly:
— I don't remember becoming a ferry service. Do you think my city ship is
at your disposal?
— Do you want to win this war or not?
It was possible to feel the shock that hit the room after those words. Hunt
tensed, preparing for a physical confrontation.
“I'm starting to get bored,” said the Ocean Queen. — I didn't come here to
take orders from an impostor queen.
“You can call me whatever you want,” Bryce replied, “but the longer we
wait to take action, the easier it will be for Rigelus and the rest of the Asteri to
take action against us.
— Everything is so urgent for young people.
— Yes, I understand, but...
— I didn't finish talking.
Bryce hid his expression of astonishment as the Ocean Queen
observed.
- You are young. Idealistic. And inexperienced.
— Don't forget that I'm not very qualified and I never dress appropriately.
The female gave a warning look. Bryce raised his hands in mock surrender.
we can. And yet you tell me that even here we are not beyond their reach.
Even here, in my domain, the asteri parasite infects us all.
"I'm sorry to have been the bearer of bad news," Bryce said,
but would you prefer if I hid it from you?
- Being sincere? I don't know. — The Queen of the Ocean studied her
hand, a striped sea snake coiled like a living bracelet, black and white.
Poisonous as Hell. The governor asked, her voice calm: — Have you ever
thought about an evacuation?
Bryce stared at her.
- Where? There is no place on Midgard, except perhaps this ship, that is
not under their control. —Avallen was in theory protected by her mists, yes,
but King Morven also bowed before the asteri.
- You can not be serious. Who the fuck would be chosen to come? Your
people? Our families? In what universe is this fair?
Cowardly asshole. But Bryce suppressed his disgust. She needed all the
allies she could get.
— I don't say it's fair — said the Queen of the Ocean,
stroking the sea snake on his wrist — but it may be all that is necessary.
Bryce swallowed hard to ease the dryness in his mouth.
— I came back here to help everyone, not to abandon them to the mercy
of the asteri.
—Maybe Urd sent you to that other world to
define whether it could be a safe haven. Have you ever stopped to think about it?
Bryce exploded:
— What's all this for, then? The stealth, the boats, the Ophion contacts?
Why do all this if, in the end, you just want to escape the asteri?
The Ocean Queen's expression seemed more distant as she sank into
memories.
— They had the land... we had the seas. Our people only met once in
a while, which gave rise to human legends about sea creatures. — A wistful
smile, then his eyes focused on Bryce, sharp and calculating. — But yes,
we have always been here. Midgard has always had magic, as magic is
inherent in all nature. The Asteri just didn't deign to recognize this.
— You will change your mind when your friends and loved ones
start to die around them.
“Don't you dare condescend to her,” Hunt growled at the queen.
Sendes cleared her throat, trying to snap them out of this mess, but all
Bryce could hear was a roaring in her ears, all she could see was blinding
white in the corners of her vision...
“You're a coward,” Bryce shot at the Ocean Queen. — You hide behind
your power. AND a coward.
The ship shook, as if the sea itself was angry.
But the Queen of the Ocean replied:
— Against all my instincts, I will take you and yours to Avallen, as
requested. Consider this my last gift.
Bryce couldn't help but be impressed by the fact that Hunt, Tharion, and Baxian
had endured in silence until they returned to a room that barely accommodated
all of them, let alone their egos. She would certainly have a hell of a time there.
wondering when he could kick everyone out and fuck her until they were both
exhausted.
Her toes twitched inside her sneakers and she gave him a wink. Hunt rolled
his eyes, one corner of his mouth turning up.
But she didn't fail to notice the darkness that now clouded his gaze.
Whatever happened while she was gone also left a mark on the inside.
But they would talk about that later. Bryce asked, "Where's
Ruhn?"
“With Lidia,” Hunt said, his voice calm.
— Lidia?
Baxian nodded, sitting next to Tharion, his black wings
shining like raven feathers.
— Yes. She got us out of there. She's, um... a little screwed up.
Ruhn is taking care of her.
Bryce felt a tightness in his chest.
- She goes...
Before Bryce could finish, the door opened. The lightning
of Hunt formed an instant, crackling wall before her.
But Bryce let out an exclamation of joy when he saw Ruhn
panting at the door, his brother's eyes wide with shock.
Then they were hugging and laughing, and so much joy emanated from
her that her starlight intensified, causing sharp shadows in the cramped room.
“Bryce,” he said, the smile and pride in his voice making her throat catch.
She grabbed her brother's hand, unable to speak, but then looked down at his
arms.
The tattoos had turned into thin lines. As if the
his skin had been opened so deeply...
His starlight went out.
“Ruhn,” she gasped.
“I'm whole,” Ruhn said, and looked at Baxian. - Again.
"I don't want to know what that look means," Bryce replied.
while Baxian winced, apologizing.
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"And you don't," Hunt agreed, slipping an arm around her shoulders and
guiding her to the opposite bunk, where Baxian and Tharion were sitting. He
sat close enough for his thigh to touch hers, and even went so far as to place
a wing over hers. As if he never wanted to let her out of his sight again.
She breathed in his scent, his warmth, over and over again. The most things
wonderful things in the universe.
Ruhn blinked at Bryce, as if he wasn't convinced she was actually there.
“So,” Hunt said to Ruhn in stunned silence five minutes later. — Your
girlfriend has... children.
Bryce's mind was racing with everything that had been revealed by his
brother.
Ruhn just gave Hunt a baleful look. Message given:
without provocations. She let out a low whistle.
— How the hell did Lidia hide all of this? When did she have these
children?
Baxian said darkly, “I
think the right question is whether they are from Pollux.”
— They didn't have wings — said Ruhn tensely — but that doesn't mean
say nothing.
- But she is OK? asked Bryce. She owed everything to that one
female. All. If I could do anything to help her...
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— Well, let's listen. How the fuck did you end up on this ship?
How did you find us?
She understood the need to distract Ruhn and said:
— I already told you: I teleported. — She met Hunt's eyes, seeing the love
and pain present there, and said softly: — You are my home, Hunt. Our love
extends across the stars and across worlds, remember? — She smiled slowly.
— I will always find you.
All is well then. She would give him time to resolve his issues.
and walked through the tunnels with Azriel and Nesta. What he learned in
that secret chamber: from the world of the fae, from the daglan, from Theia,
Fionn and Pelias, from Silene and Helena, from the help of Hell. Silene's
claim to power and her own starlight was different since then. Then the
meeting with Vesperus and the theft of Azriel's Truth Revealer.
Ruhn was silent the entire time, although her cell phone vibrated several
times as she spoke. She had a feeling he was getting updates from someone
about Lidia's condition.
Hunt leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.
He took a long sigh.
- OK. That was... a lot. I need a moment.
Bryce absently rubbed his chest, the eight-pointed star scar there. She
said softly: — Tell me what happened
here. Please.
***
She couldn't turn around to face him. I had abandoned them all. How
much they had suffered...
“Quinlan,” he appealed. He grabbed her elbow to make her stop. The
hallway was empty, the window looked out onto the overwhelming
dark sea.
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“Bryce,” he called again, turning her gently. She couldn't help but cry on
her face.
In an instant, Hunt was there, wrapping her in his arms, wings folded
around them, surrounding her with the familiar, inviting scent of rain on cedar.
— Xiiiu — he whispered, and she realized that she had started to cry, the
impact of everything that had happened to him, to her, making her break down.
— I was so worried...
- I am fine.
She studied his face, his look optimistic.
— You can't... stay well in those dungeons, Hunt.
- I Survived.
But the shadows darkened his face as he said this. He tilted his head,
resting his forehead against hers. That hateful halo touched her skin.
“It was close,” he admitted. She hugged him, shaking. — Thinking about
you kept me going.
The effect of the words was like a punch to her heart.
— You also made me move forward.
- Oh yes? — The love in his voice threatened to break Bryce's heart. — I
knew my stunning beauty would come in handy one day.
She giggled. He raised his hand to his face and traced its strong, beautiful
lines.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, and the pain in his words left her shaken.
- Whereby?
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.
— For getting us into this mess.
She walked away.
- You? Did you get us into this mess?
He opened his eyes again, his gaze as dark as the sea beyond the wall of
windows behind them.
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— I should have warned you, I should have made us think twice before
getting into this nightmare...
She was open-mouthed.
— You warned me. You warned us all. — She cupped his cheek. — The
only ones to blame for all this are the asteri, Hunt.
He became serious.
— We agreed... agreed.
— You don't seem too sure about that.
— You weren't the one who saw your friends being tortured.
She knew, looking into his eyes, that he regretted his words the moment
he finished speaking. Still, that didn't stop her from being hurt, it didn't deflect
the stones that hit her heart. It didn't stop her from seething with rage.
But she looked at the dark ocean through the glass, all that
death just inches away. She said quietly:
— I had to live with the fear of perhaps never returning home, never
seeing you again, wondering if you were still alive at all times. — She glanced
at Hunt in time to see the coldness that passed over his face. I hadn't seen
that coldness in a long, long time.
— If there's any place on Midgard we can find clues, it's there. The heart
of all that is Starry. And it was there that the Autumn King said he read about
the portal to nowhere.
— I'll take any chance we get, but I repeat: King Morven is not the
friendliest.
Bryce looked down at his chest, the star-shaped scar barely visible above
the hem of his T-shirt.
— He will receive us.
— Why are you so sure?
She reached into the inside pocket of her black sports jacket. With a
flourish, she produced her father's notebook.
— Because I have the Autumn King's dark little secrets.
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Lidia Cervos looked at her children. Her newt foster parents sat on either
side of them, watching her with hunter's eyes. Davit and Renki. She had
only discovered their names at that moment. But judging by the way they
carried themselves, as if they were ready to attack at any moment, their
boys had been well looked after. Beloved.
Director Kagani sat across from them at her desk, her hands clasped
in front of her. The silence was palpable. Lidia had no idea how to break
it.
She had no idea who she herself was, sitting there in one of the Deep
Freighter's dark blue tactical jumpsuits. A much more comfortable uniform
than the one I used to wear, designed for an aquatic lifestyle. No sign of
the silver necklace or the imperial medals, or any of the trappings of that
false life he had created.
Lidia couldn't help but smile despite the words that hurt her. She said
to Actaeon, to Brann:
— You've been the same way since you were kids.
Brann smiled back at her. Actaeon does not.
Director Kagani interrupted: —
We are not going to put labels on anything or anyone right now. Lidia
actually has... a job that will prevent her from settling down at the moment,
and even when that happens, let's talk together to decide what's best for
you. And your parents.
Lidia met Renki's gaze. The dominion and protection in it. And he also
saw the plea beneath everything. Please don't take my children away from
me.
It was the same feeling he had once conveyed to the Queen of the
Ocean. An appeal that had led nowhere.
Those were her children, the babies that made her change the course
of her life, but that had been raised by those two males.
Actaeon and Brann were their sons. Not of blood, but of love and affection.
They protected them and raised them well.
It was the best she could have asked for—for the boys to have such a
strong bond with their parents that it went beyond any hope she had
entertained.
Then Lidia said, even with part of her soul crumbling: — I have no
intention of taking you away from your parents. — Her heart thundered,
and she knew everyone could hear it. But she lifted her chin anyway. — I
don't know when my work will end, if that day will ever come. But if that
happens, if you allow me to come back here... I would love to see you
again. — She looked at the twins' parents. - All of you.
Renki nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Davit put his hand on the
Actaeon's shoulder.
Burn these:
— You mean the work you do... as a Doe?
Lidia looked at Director Kagani in alarm. She made them promise
that they wouldn't tell the boys who and what she was...
“We have television here,” Brann explained, sensing her surprise and
consternation. — We recognize you today. No
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We had no idea you were our biological mother until now, but we know what you
do. For who you work.
— I work for the Queen of the Ocean — Lidia replied. — For Ophion.
director, closing the door as she passed. She waved goodbye to the administrative
assistant sitting on the other side of the door, then walked out into the hallway,
panting, fighting the implosion...
— Lidia — said a male voice behind her, and she turned around and came
across Renki.
There was pain on his face.
— I'm sorry it happened that way. Davit and I have discussed this possibility
for years and never planned for it to turn out this way. — He ran his hand through
his dark hair. — I don't want you to think that we, well... tried to turn the boys
against you.
She shook her head.
— That never even crossed my mind.
Renki stirred, his black work boots scraping with noise.
smoothness on the tile floor.
— We didn't know who you were either. Until today. We knew that their mother
worked undercover for Ophion, but we didn't know to what extent she was
undercover.
— Only Director Kagani and the Ocean Queen knew.
— I'd love to hear the whole story, if you have permission to
tell. Davit would love it too.
She swallowed hard.
- Another day who knows.
— Yes... you should rest. — He grimaced, examining her. — I'm, uh, a doctor
here. He was even on the team that took care of his recovery. I'm glad to see
you're standing
new.
She nodded, not knowing what to say.
Renki continued:
— Davit commands one of the reconnaissance submersibles, so every now
and then he's gone for days or weeks at a time... Sometimes it's just me and the
boys — he added. — Well, me, my parents and Davit, who help a lot. They love
boys.
— I have two brothers and Davit has a sister. Therefore, there are several
cousins running around. The boys grew up with them.
She gave a discreet smile.
— E Fire?
Renki chuckled.
— Brann is... so, he's really in that style where the description matches the
product. A natural athlete... fearless. He gets angry quickly and laughs even
faster. He does well in school, but is now more interested in hanging out with
his friends. It's the athlete stereotype. We like to let them both be the way they
are.
“They're like the sun and the moon, then,” she said in a calm voice.
Renki's smile softened.
— Yes. That's exactly it. — He reached into his pocket and took out a
business card. — Here are my contacts, in case you need help.
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something. If you want to talk to me, or Davit, or if you have any questions...
Only when the messenger held out a folded piece of seaweed did Lidia turn
around.
The messenger, a young merman who looked at her with a mixture of
curiosity and caution, announced:
“From His Majesty of the Deep,” he said, before walking away.
to wait for a response.
Lidia unfolded the wide, flat sheet of seaweed. She read what
was inside and nodded to the messenger: — I'll go straight to
her.
He didn't allow himself to look back, at the hallway, at his children behind
the office door, halfway there, before climbing the stairs. But when the door
slammed, the sound echoed throughout his being.
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Five minutes later and ten floors below, Lidia found herself facing
the ruler of the seas. The Queen of the Ocean stood by a wall of
windows overlooking the eternal darkness of the deep ocean, her black
hair flowing around her as if she were actually underwater.
It had been fifteen years since Lidia had last seen her. Falara
with her for the last time.
Just like back then, the Ocean Queen matched Lidia's chest in terms
of height, but Lidia straightened her spine amidst the power that filled
the room.
She had spent decades enduring the presence of the asteri. This
female's power, no matter how great it was... she too would resist.
Maybe that's why the Queen of the Ocean chose her, so many years
ago: Lidia could look at her and not tremble.
“I heard you were reunited with your children,” said the Queen.
of the Ocean without turning around.
Lidia lifted her chin, keeping her breathing steady as the Ocean
Queen slowly turned around. His eyes were black like the ocean outside.
Lidia remained silent, aware that she had not been given permission
to speak.
The Ocean Queen blinked a few times. At least it had
was pleased with this small demonstration of obedience.
—Our work depends on our secrecy…depends on whether the Asteri
consider us too vague a threat to bother investigating. We avoided the
omega boats and offered refuge to a few Ophion agents. Nothing
beyond that. No attacks, no direct conflict. But now you have given
reasons for
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asteri began to wonder what, exactly, swims at these depths. What am I doing down
here.
When Lidia didn't respond, the Ocean Queen waved her hand. Permission to
speak.
— I had no choice — Lidia explained, keeping her eyes fixed on the ceramic
floor. — We could not risk losing allies so valuable to our cause. But I can assure
you that before my departure, Rigelus and the others still did not consider you and
your people a priority.
— Maybe not — pondered the Queen of the Ocean, standing a few centimeters
taller, knocking almost all the air out of the room. — But now the Asteri's most
wanted enemies are on this ship. It's a matter of days before the mystics find one
us.
— Then it will be a relief when they all leave for Avallen tomorrow.
The insolent words were spoken before Lidia could suppress them. She heard
the news from a group of agents who were talking to each other as they passed her
— and who moved away from Lidia when they realized who was walking down the
corridor towards them. But the Queen of the Ocean just smiled. A shark's smile.
— And you — said the ruler with threatening softness — will leave tomorrow too.
Lidia suffocated any despair, any challenge, at the core of her being. His
feelings didn't matter. Only Actaeon and Brann mattered.
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So her tone was bland and emotionless when she spoke. As empty and soulless as
it had been all those years with the asteri, with Pollux.
***
Ruhn paced the room, grinding his teeth until they hurt. Bryce had gone to his people's
home world. And their father had held her hostage. Okay, she had planned this,
but...
He unlaced his boots and took off his long-sleeved shirt, making his way to the small
closet at the opposite end of the room, where the clothes and sneakers that had been
provided for him were kept. A ten-mile run on the treadmill followed by a ton of weight
lifting would help. Maybe he was lucky and someone was at the gym to be his training
partner.
Ruhn grabbed a white t-shirt, carrying it with him as he opened the door, intending to
put it on as he headed towards the gym...
their souls had certainly been together, and he had no idea what the situation
was between them.
“I, uh, was about to go to the gym,” he announced, and lifted his shirt.
Sweaty palms. - How are you feeling?
Ruhn walked down the hall, closing the door behind him. When he did so,
her scent enveloped him, dizzying, intoxicating and so seductive that he began
to salivate; and then he saw the ice in her eyes.
He took a step back, raising his eyebrows.
— And are these appropriate quarters for Agent Daybright?
Lidia looked at him without finding any amusement, without giving any
impression that they had shared their souls. Two passing agents bypassed
them. He heard some of their whispers as they headed to the elevator at the
end of the hall. There she is.
Holy shit, it's her.
Lidia ignored them.
The elevator opened into the hallway and Ruhn couldn't help but think
about the last time he and Lidia got into one of those, when she put a bullet in
the Falcon's head and killed those feral wolves.
He then had a frank and pleading look on his face. That had changed.
He couldn't help but ask, "Have you
seen your children yet?"
— Yes. — She put a key in the lock.
— How... ah... how was it?
She didn't look at him.
— I'm a stranger to them. — Not a hint of emotion in the words.
Damn, her family. Those boys were the male heirs of the Enador lineage.
Hypaxia was their aunt.
But Lidia finally turned to look at him, saying in a distant way: — Everything
I did was for them,
you know.
He felt a tightness in his chest.
— For your children?
She studied her hands, the imposing ruby ring on one finger.
— I haven't seen them since they were a year and a half. Not even
a photo.
But she had recognized them at once today. He knew what grade they
would be in, he remembered where the school was on the ship and he ran
straight there.
He remained at his door. For a second, he allowed himself to look at her
face. The almost unreal perfection, the light of her golden eyes, the shine of
her hair. The most beautiful female he had ever seen, and yet it didn't even
matter. None of that mattered when it came to her.
He asked: —
What happened?
- What difference does? she asked, cautious and sharp. — I thought you
didn't want to hear my drama, as you said.
to hide.
Lidia continued:
— You would have listened if I had no other story than
realizing what was right and wanting to fight for it? To do whatever was
necessary to ensure that good prevailed against tyranny? Or does the
fact that I'm a mother somehow make my choices more palatable to you?
— Most guys jump the gun when they find out that the female they
like has children.
His eyes flashed with cold fire.
— A beautiful indicator of the strength that men have.
— You seemed to really like my strength, dear.
She huffed, turning towards the door. Dismissing him.
Ruhn let his temper flare.
— So what's the drama, Lidia?
She turned back slowly. The face was a mask of total
contempt as he said, before closing the door in his face: —
You don't deserve to hear it.
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- What it was.
Even Ithan's keen lupine hearing couldn't distinguish the person
on the other end of the line.
- Beauty.
She hung up, looking at Ithan instantly. He carefully nestled the
statue into a box, the protective foam rustling.
She stopped at the door and pointed to the wall adjacent to the bookcase.
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Jesiba led Ithan through a labyrinth of dark stones, lit by crackling golden
flames. The hallways were eerily quiet and he realized he had no idea what
time it was. Judging by the silence, he assumed it was the middle of the night.
But in the House of Flame and Shadow, where so many nocturnal predators
lived, this information may not have been so accurate.
People calmed down as Jesiba crossed the arch to enter the room, Ithan
a step behind her, with the famous weapon in hand. It was lighter than he
thought it would be, but he had never held something so electrifying.
The crowd parted to allow Jesiba to pass. She looked straight ahead as
she walked to the center of the room, her dark blue skirt trailing behind her,
her heels clicking in an undulating, purposeful rhythm. If anyone was shocked
by the new hairstyle and lack of makeup, no one dared to say anything. Don't
even keep your eyes fixed on her for long.
Tharion knew he had a narrow escape. He knew that Bryce's arrival had
spared him from being sent back to Lunathion by the Ocean Queen.
Tharion blocked out the image that emerged... of Cormac's final moments,
of running as the fae male immolated himself. He gripped his fork so hard his
knuckles turned white.
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— The mists — replied Ruhn — tell him everything. You'll know we've
arrived. And he'll be furious if you... don't pay the tribute.
— Then let's go to the shoes — said Athalar, emptying the glass of water.
The people dining at the other tables looked at their table all the time, with
admiration, dread, curiosity. Everyone in Tharion's group pretended not to
notice.
"And," added Ruhn, shuddering, "females are not
allowed in the files.
Tharion rolled his eyes.
“What a joke,” he muttered.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bryce said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. — The
Autumnal King made a point of warning me about all these no-female rules.
But unfortunately for Morven, I will
to enter.
Hunt nudged her with one of his gray wings.
— I assume you have some plan up your sleeve and are going to
tell at the worst possible moment.
— I think you meant the coolest moment possible — Bryce said and,
despite being tense, Tharion smiled.
“Notice she didn't answer,” Hunt said to Baxian, his voice somber.
between your fingers. — It literally withers and dies when I'm there.
— That's what the vine did, withering and turning to dust, which
spread over his half-eaten plate of fish and rice. Flynn took a bite
anyway.
“I keep forgetting you have magic,” Bryce said, “but I'll refrain
from making the obvious joke about Avallen's performance issues.
— Do you really think there is nothing that can be done about these new
costumes? asked Bryce. — They look dangerous.
Tharion would worry about that later. His friends were leaving. And he
would remain on that ship, under the command of the Queen of the Ocean.
It made no difference whether Bryce claimed him as his subject; there was
no way to face the ruler of the seas.
You wouldn't be surprised if, when you looked down, you saw your chest
falling apart.
But the friends kept talking, and Tharion tried to take advantage
every moment. The complicity, the sounds and rhythms of their voices.
Very soon, it was likely that I would never see them again.
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***
“This ship is just a bigger version of the Astronomer's ring,” Sasa said, her
voice calm, floating above the glass conference table.
— This has been killing Malana since we boarded. — And, indeed, there was
no sign of the third goblin.
- She is fine? asked Bryce.
— It will stay when we leave — Rithi replied, admiring her own reflection in
the glass surface of the table. But the pixie suddenly stopped and looked at
Bryce. — When we're outdoors again.
“It would be an honor and a joy to have three elves with me,” Bryce said,
hoping his serious tone would prove what he was saying was true. Her heart
had been sinking ever since Lidia had pulled her aside earlier, the memory of
Lehabah's beautiful face shining brightly in her mind. — And, to be honest, you
would be very useful to us there. —In the darkness of the Cave of Princes,
even with Bryce's starlight, three extra flames would be of great help. “But…”
She considered her next words carefully.
- Where is she now? — Sasa demanded, the flame heating up, changing
color to a lighter tone. “That's why we came to talk to you,”
Bryce explained.
— We don't know where she is.
— Did you... lose our queen? — Sasa asked softly.
— When we parted — Lidia added quickly, as Rithi and Sasa were now
becoming incandescent with rage — I suggested that Irithys go find a
stronghold of her people. She seemed... hesitant to do so. I think she was
worried about how she would be received.
— Doesn't our queen want to see her own people? —Rithi's voice
it was dangerously low, its flame still white and seething.
— Irithys — Lidia said calmly — spent most of her existence locked in a
crystal ball. Perhaps you can understand better than anyone else on
Midgard... finding yourself suddenly free from captivity, alone in the world,
is not the easiest thing. So I—” a glance at Bryce — “we're asking you to
find her. To offer company and help, of course, but also...
“To help us,” Bryce concluded. — We need the three of you to speak in
defense of Midgard... to help it understand what we are fighting for. And
maybe convince her to help once again against the Asteri. When the time
is right.
The goblins watched them for a long moment.
Sasa asked:
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“Lehabah made the difference against Micah,” Bryce said, a lump in his
throat. — A fire elf faced an archangel and finished him off. It was thanks
to her presence that I had time to kill him. To kill an archangel.
The sisters looked at each other, as if they could speak between minds
like Ruhn.
Then Sasa met Bryce's gaze. And he said, without a hint of fear:
***
“Everything went well,” Bryce said minutes later, as she and Lidia walked
down the hall back to their dorms. — I'm glad you made me talk to them.
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The Doe said nothing, her gaze fixed on the passage ahead.
- Are you well? — Bryce dared to ask. Despite sitting with them
during dinner, the Doe spent most of the time silent. And he never once
looked at Ruhn. The brother also pretended not to notice Lidia's presence.
“Hey,” Bryce said. Lidia stopped again. Bryce pointed with his chin at
Lidia and Doe's room, where she would sleep alone. — I know we, um,
don't know each other or anything, but if you need someone to talk to...
someone other than Ruhn... — She shrugged. — I'm just a door away.
“Thank you,” she said, and entered her room, closing the door.
door quietly.
***
Hunt had spent all day counting down the minutes until he could be
alone with Bryce in the room, to take her clothes off. But now that he
was lying in the too-narrow bunk with her, the lights
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turned off and their breathing the only sound in the room... he didn't know
where to start.
The shitty argument they had earlier didn't help either.
He had told the truth and she hadn't wanted to hear it. I couldn't accept it.
But it was his fault. Of all people, he should have known better than to
lead them down this path once again. I didn't understand how she didn't see
that.
— Can I be honest? she asked in the darkness. She didn't wait for his
response before saying, “Other than showing the Autumn King's notes to
Morven, I don't have a concrete plan for how to deal with him. Or a backup
plan if he doesn't care about the notebooks.
— Oh, I know that. You weren't as arrogant as you usually are when you
have a genius secret plan.
She patted his shoulder.
- I'm serious. Besides the Autumn King's notes, my only other bargaining
chip with him is my reproductive potential. And since you and I are married...
— No. I'm saying I'm worthless to these idiots. Since my uterus is...
compromised.
— Hmm. Sexy. — He bit her ear. - I missed you.
— They could get into the meat of the discussion later. Tomorrow.
Never.
He ran his hand over her hip, her thigh. The dick getting hard
against her softness, the sweet scent of lilac and nutmeg.
— As much as I want to fuck you until someone needs to come and check
if we're still alive, Athalar — she said, and Hunt laughed into her hair — can
we just... cuddle today?
“Always,” Hunt replied with a heavy heart. He hugged her tighter, so
grateful for her scent in his nose, for the exuberance of her body against his.
He didn't deserve that. — I
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She moved even closer, her arm wrapping around his waist.
“I love you too,” he whispered back. — Team Cavernas, until the end.
***
Ithan didn't dare point the Godslayer Rifle at the Astronomer. But he remained
prepared to do so when Jesiba asked: — What fuzuê is that?
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The fact that Jesiba managed to disperse the crowd without saying a single
word demonstrated her dominance over that place, that House.
Ithan found himself torn between looking at Hypaxia and the Astronomer or
avoid both of their eyes.
The Astronomer waited until the crowd had dispersed before saying to the
witch-queen:
— If you know the wolf's whereabouts and are withholding that information,
then the law says you are...
— No law applies here — Hypaxia cut in — since the heiress Fendyr was
not, legally, a slave. You said it yourself. — Gods, Ithan wished he had a
measly percentage of her firmness, her serene intelligence. Hypaxia continued:
— Then there was nothing for Ithan Holstrom to steal. He just allowed a free
citizen to choose whether to stay in that miserable tank... or leave.
— I'll pay — Ithan said hoarsely. Your parents made some good
investments before they died. He had more money than he could spend.
Lidia let Renki decide the location of that morning meeting. Somewhere
neutral and private, that was “quiet”, as the merman had described.
Lidia wished for some peace of mind as she sat on the sofa in the
student recreation area, which was so quiet—Principal Kagani had
reserved the room for them for an hour—and looked at her children.
They were sitting on the opposite sofa, which was old and stained,
befitting a student lounge.
Davit had been called to work late the night before, so only Renki
had shown up. The male was now sitting where the drinks were, at the
opposite end of the room. Allowing them some space. An illusion of
privacy.
She would have preferred if he had sat with them.
There was a good chance Morven wouldn't let them leave Avallen
alive. She needed to see her boys before she left, just one more time,
but that didn't mean the situation was comfortable.
Ace was leaning back against the cushions, arms crossed, looking
at the television above the foosball table, where the best moments of a
soleball game were playing. But Brann looked at her candidly, his bright
eyes revealing his sharp intellect and combative nature. A warrior from
head to toe.
He said without preamble:
— Why did you want to meet us so early?
Lidia discreetly wiped her sweaty palms on the legs of her tactical
suit. She knew that the two boys had noticed the
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movement.
— I thought I could make myself available to you, if
had any doubts about me. About my past.
She had gone through horrible situations without flinching, and yet...
that moment made her heart race.
Brann's mouth twisted to the side as he thought about it. Without taking
his eyes off the television, Actaeon said:
— It's because she's leaving.
Too smart. Lidia looked at him, although Ace pretended not to see her,
and said: —
Yes. Today.
Brann looked from one to the other.
- Where?
Ace answered before Lidia: —
She won't tell. Better not to waste your time asking. She has no idea
what the word sincerity means.
Lidia clenched her jaw.
— I wish I could tell you. But our mission depends on secrecy.
expression on their face — is very valuable. You can sell it to pay for college,
housing... when you're old enough, that is. If they ever get off this ship. Not that
they have to leave. — She was rambling. He swallowed and finally looked at
them. Ace was expressionless, but Brann stared at the gigantic ruby with wide
eyes. — Or if you want to keep it — she concluded quietly, that's fine too.
—,
She wished she had something more to leave them, some other part of her
that wasn't tied to the monster that sired her, but that was all she had.
Lidia kept her hand on her chest, tapping once, and turned around.
He left, not knowing where he was going, only aware that he needed to
keep walking, otherwise he would find a place to curl up and die.
Ithan waited until Jesiba's office door closed before rushing over to
Hypaxia.
- What happened? — Ithan demanded.
Jesiba had warned him before leaving the halls to be quiet, and he
had obeyed, even when they stopped in the dark dining hall for the
former witch-queen to get some food. According to her, he hadn't
eaten for days — a time that increased his already growing impatience.
But now, safely behind the locked doors of Jesiba's office, they would
get answers.
“It happened just the way I said it,” Hypaxia replied, her voice a
little dry as she placed the tray of food on the table. —My mother's
former general, Morganthia, had her forces surround my fortress. I
was presented with the following options: hand over the berry wreath
or die. I offered the crown, but somehow they understood that I chose
to die.
— And they can do that? — asked Ithan. — Expel you... Just like
that?
— Yes — said Jesiba, sitting down in her leather armchair. —
Witch dynasties were founded on justice and the right to remove an
unsuitable ruler. The goal was to protect the people, but Morganthia
used this to her advantage.
Hypaxia sank into one of the chairs in front of Jesiba's desk and
rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. It was the most normal
gesture Ithan had ever seen the queen make.
— Morganthia's first act as queen was to order my execution. The
second was to undo the animation spell that my mother had placed
on my guardians. — Upon seeing Ithan's raised eyebrows, she added:
— They are... were... ghosts.
Weep for your people, who are now trapped by an unbalanced queen and her clan.
Hypaxia se empertigou.
— You seem to think I should have fought her.
“And it should,” Jesiba countered, dark fire shining in her eyes. A seed of
Apollion's power, transformed into something new. — Did you even try to protect
your crown before giving in?
— I would have died.
— And maintained your honor. Your mother would have been proud.
— A bloodless coup was a better alternative than fighting, having innocent
people die in my country.
name...
—Once her reign begins, Morganthia will shed far more blood than could have
been shed for you. — Jesiba closed her eyes and shook her head in disgust.
Oaths to the Under-King, who was impressed enough with her abilities at
the Autumnal Equinox to say he would welcome her there. Even Morganthia
Dragas would hesitate before getting involved with the Under-King.
Ithan started.
- Calm down. Hypaxia and Celestina? —Jesiba nodded. Ithan cocked
his head to the side. — The Doe said that it was because of Celestina that
the asteri discovered that Bryce was going to the Eternal City. Hypaxia
would not have...
— They're already finished — interrupted Jesiba. — I have it on good
authority that Hypaxia... was not pleased when she discovered that
Celestina had betrayed her friends. But even this betrayal did not make
Hypaxia open her eyes and realize what Morganthia was planning.
She shrugged.
— He sends Aidas to come and take a look at me every now and then.
when.
—And what does this have to do with the Astronomer?
— I've been paying the Astronomer for a few years now to look for a
way to undo the hold that Apollion has over my soul.
He felt a shiver of disgust.
— So you pay him to do your bidding?
“I'll pay him,” she replied, “but he'll also benefit from anything he
discovers.
- Why?
— He wants to find the answer so he can return to his youth. He's
human... or used to be, before he had so much magic corrupting his soul.
He is more afraid of death than anything else. You will have a lot to gain if
you are successful in your quest. I suppose we are two miserable creatures
feeding off each other. — She looked at Ithan. — He may seem fragile, but
he is very cunning. Go look for other ways to screw you.
He nodded toward the Godslayer Rifle, which Ithan had placed back on
the wall.
—Would you have given me orders to kill him today?
— No — replied Jesiba — the rifle was just to threaten. I still need it.
She gave a small smile, but sighed at the ceiling before speaking,
“In my own research over the millennia, I've learned that dragonfire is
one of the few things that can make a Prince of Hell hesitate.
—Did you intend to use it against Apollion? — Ithan couldn't help but be
shocked by her audacity.
She studied her well-manicured nails.
— I thought it might be a good... negotiating tool.
Ithan gave an admiring laugh.
- Wow. And what happened?
— There was a rumor in town that the Astronomer had a dragon. I came
to him and offered to buy Ariadne on the spot. — She crossed her arms
again. — The bastard didn't want to sell, not for all the money in the world.
But that same day, I realized I had another opportunity on my hands: I could
use his mystics to tear apart Hell in search of answers that would help free
me, and have those same mystics protected by Ariadne while they worked.
—But you said you wanted to wait until… the books were safe before
you stopped being young.
— Yes, but when the time comes, I want to have the solution in hand.
- Why?
— So you don't convince me not to do it. — He felt, more than saw, the
weight of all those years hunching her shoulders. — You're not like most
wolves I've met.
— Is that an insult or a compliment? — He honestly didn't know the
difference.
She uncrossed her arms and drummed her fingers on the table.
— There are many things you don't know, Ithan Holstrom, many truths.
There are so many things that I wouldn't be able to delve into here and now.
— She stopped drumming her fingers, her gaze shining with old hurt and
resentment. —But it was the wolf packs that reached Parthos first. Who
started the massacre and the
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burned. It was the packs of wolves, sniffers created by the asteri that hunted
my sisters. I will never forget that.
Ithan's stomach turned at the shameful history of his people, but he
asked, "Servants?"
An ironic smile.
— Esse dom já existia entre os lobos, mas os asteri os
encouraged. Creating them in specific ways. Do they still do that.
— Like Danika.
Jesiba drummed on the table again.
— The Fendyr are... a bloodline carefully bred by the Asteri.
- Like this?
She fixed her bright eyes on him. That female had experienced the
entire history of Midgard's asteri. It was more than he was able to
comprehend.
—Haven't you ever wondered why the Fendyr are so dominant?
Generation after generation?
— Genetics.
— Yes, genetics created by the asteri. Sabine and Mordoc were ordered
to procreate.
—But Sabine took the title from her brother...
— At whose command? She is an angry and petty female. The brother
was more intelligent, but he was obviously not a worthy male, and he sold
his own daughter to the Astronomer. He must have been considered unfit
by the Asteri, who persuaded Sabine to face him. And when Sabine finally
asserted her dominance, they ensured that Mordoc was sent to produce a
line of more... competent Fendyr.
Not to mention that Connor and the Pack of Demons had been
destroyed as a result of this conspiracy...
— I think Danika was reckless and headstrong, and the Asteri knew
they would never be able to control her like they did Sabine. I think they
realized that, with Danika, they had produced a wolf so powerful that she
could stand up to those I fought in the First Wars. Real wolves. And she
wasn't on their side. It needed to be eliminated.
“The ship can only bring you so far,” Commander Sendes warned as
Bryce and Hunt steadied themselves atop the wave-tossed Deep Freighter.
The gray sea crashed around them, the damp wind blew through Bryce's
flimsy jacket, pricking his body.
Bryce shoved his cold, wet hands into his jacket pockets.
There was no point in warming them up.
— I told you it was worth analyzing this mist.
The night before, when they were lying down, she had wanted to talk
about the fight they had had. But she had been so exhausted and so grateful
to be by his side that she hadn't said anything.
Hunt looked up at the enormous barrier of mist, feathers fluttering
in the wind.
—So how did the fae get access in the first place?
“Your brother is late,” Baxian complained to Bryce. — It would be good not to stay
here longer than necessary. There must be omega boats nearby.
“The ship knows how to avoid them,” Bryce countered, dodging behind Hunt to
avoid another hail of icy water.
“Yes, but we don't want them to be told we're going to Avallen,” Baxian said. He
spread his wings, flapping them once, spraying drops from his black feathers. "I'm
going west along the wall," the Hellhound added to Hunt. — Meet you here in ten
minutes?
Before Baxian could leap into the sky, the hatch behind them creaked and Ruhn
emerged from it, Flynn and Dec following close behind. All three armed, as did Bryce,
Hunt and Baxian, with weapons from the Deep Freighter's arsenal. Mostly guns and
knives... Better than nothing.
— My bad, my bad — said Ruhn when he saw that Hunt was looking at him with
irritation. — Flynn and Dec discovered the waffle station in the cafeteria and fell in
love.
Flynn patted his stomach.
“You merfolk know how to make breakfast,” he said.
to Sendes, who had put his cell phone in his pocket and was approaching.
Bryce might have laughed if Tharion hadn't emerged from the hatch behind them,
his face drawn and pale. He returned Bryce's gaze when he arrived at her side, he
was desolate and exhausted.
Bryce reached out and grabbed the merman's strong jaw.
“Hang in there,” she murmured.
— Thanks, Legs. — Tharion retreated to the edge of the rail, expressionless.
She wished she had more to say, more comfort to offer him.
After everything he had done to help them over the past few months, was this the
best she could do? Leave him behind?
Movement in the hatch caught his attention again, Lidia's golden head appearing.
And as much as Ruhn and friends
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continued to debate whether waffles went better with hot syrup or whipped
cream — among everything they had to talk about at that moment, that was
—, stiffened his body.
the topic chosen. She could have sworn that her brother
But Lidia didn't look at Ruhn. He didn't say anything, just watched the
swirling mist. If she was surprised by his sinister presence, she didn't let it
show in her expression. She gave no explanation, nor did she apologize for
the delay.
The Doe looked back at the open hatch. Undoubtedly
thinking about the children downstairs.
Baxian watched her, as if she intrigued him. Bryce didn't blame him.
The Hellhound had worked side by side with the Doe, but here she was,
looking just as he knew her, but so different. Even though he also hid his true
loyalties behind his own mask.
Bryce nodded and turned to find Ruhn watching them closely. The
inscrutable expression, hard as stone. Whatever happened between him and
Lidia, Bryce wouldn't interfere even if he was paid. Not even if they paid him
a truckload of money.
Instead, Bryce said to his brother, Flynn, and Dec,
“We were about to go on a recon mission, but then I remembered that
you three have been here before. — She gestured to the mist. — How do we
get in?
A particularly large wave rocked the Deep Freighter, and Hunt was at her
side at once, placing a hand on Bryce's back to steady her.
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“Alpha asshole,” she muttered to him, but allowed Hunt to see in her
eyes that she wasn't serious.
Ruhn and his two friends frowned at each other. Her brother said:
- As?
Ruhn indicated with his chin the sword on her back.
— Take her there and you’ll see. — Bryce and Hunt exchanged wary
glances and Ruhn sighed. — What, do you think this is some kind of prank?
Bryce said,
“I don't know! You're all full of riddles!
Baxian laughed on Hunt's other side, enjoying the show. Gods, he and
Danika were made for each other.
Despite feeling lost at the thought, Bryce looked at the Hellhound and
then drew his sword in one smooth movement. The black blade didn't even
shine in the gray light. The knife at his side seemed to weigh more, as if it
were being dragged towards the blade...
"Well, well," Tharion said slowly, looking at the wall of mist. “It really is
a bell,”
muttered Hunt.
A triangular door — like the one in Silene's caves — had opened.
Tharion watched his friends climb into the white boat, the angels closing their
wings tightly. The boat held steady in the choppy waves, guided by the magic
that had sent it there. Flynn kept a close eye on Lidia as she jumped after
Ruhn, but hesitated before jumping. He turned to Tharion and extended a hand.
Tharion moved.
Bracing his hands on the rail, he jumped over to the other side, landing on
the white boat with a thud that made everyone else curse.
— Ketos — said Athalar, holding tightly to the side of the rocking boat —
what the fuck is this?
But Flynn landed behind Tharion a second later, saying, “Go, go, go—to
the boat or whatever magic was controlling it.
Tharion's blood seemed to run faster through his veins as the boat began
to pull away from the Deep Freighter, and then Sendes was at the rail, his eyes
wide with shock.
— You have no idea how many people I've had to convince not to eat her
carcass on the way here — mentioned Jesiba. Ithan couldn't stop looking at
the shape of the body under the white sheet in the morgue.
What price did he have to pay to swear loyalty to that House? Jesiba
had said that the ritual was quick, which was rare. Was that why she
looked so exhausted? A part of him preferred not to know.
He opened his mouth to tell her that she didn't need to do this for him,
that she should rest, but... he was running out of time. The longer they
waited, the less chance they would have of being able to resurrect the
decapitated woman...
Decapitated...
His stomach dropped.
“Sit down, Ithan,” Hypaxia said gently. A greenish light surrounded her
fingers as she approached the table, with a package in her hands.
Hunt had been in Morven Donnall's throne room for ten seconds and
already hated her.
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After the bright white boat guided them through the mist, he had hoped
to find some kind of summer paradise. Not a cloudy sky over a land of
dense green hills and a gray stone castle perched on a cliff above a
winding, gray river. In the distance, thatched-roof cottages marked
farmland, and a small town of two- and three-story buildings covered the
hill, all the way to the castle itself.
But neither were the shadows that coiled like snakes around the king,
wild and twisted. There was a crown of them atop Morven's dark head,
blacker than the Pit.
Bryce and Ruhn were at the head of the small group, and Hunt
exchanged a look with Baxian, whose frown revealed that he was not at
all impressed with the place.
— A renovation would be good, in my opinion — he murmured.
Tharion on the other side of Hunt, who curved his mouth upwards.
The merman was a great guy, making a joke right after disobeying the
Ocean Queen's orders. Yes, Hunt was happy to have Ketos with them, but
damn, what was going through the merman's head when he jumped into
that boat?
Hunt knew exactly what was going through his head, to be honest.
And he didn't blame the merman for the choice he had made, but they
already had quite a collection of enemies. If that somehow led the Ocean
Queen to act against them...
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From the irritated looks that the others continued to throw in Ketos'
direction, they were also not at all happy with the way the carriage was
going. But, at that moment, they needed to worry about another ruler.
Telling her to shut up doesn't end well for anyone. Trust in me.
From Tharion and Baxian's shocked expressions, he knew that the two
They were as surprised as he was.
But Ruhn, Flynn and Declan scowled. As if they recognized the
approaching males, both imposing and armed to the teeth. It was obvious
they were twins.
The murderous twins that Ruhn had mentioned, capable of
prying into minds as they pleased.
But that wasn't Hunt's main concern. Not yet.
Because between the two of them, in black leggings and white
sweaters, light brown hair falling around their faces... Hunt had no idea
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who the fey female was. But she was furious. Furious with the guards,
with the king and...
- What the hell is that? —Flynn exploded.
— Sathia? — Declan asked, mouth open.
"It seems," Morven said slowly as the killer twins dragged the fey
female forward, white-knuckling her arms hard enough to hurt, "that your
sister has gotten herself into quite a bit of trouble, Tristan Flynn."
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Bryce didn't know who to focus on: a furious Sathia Flynn in Morven's
throne room, or Tristan's shocked face as he processed the scene.
Bryce opted for the latter, especially when Flynn spoke angrily to the
King of Avallen: — What do
you mean by problem?
Morven replied slowly,
“Many of the Valbaran fae feel... the coming unrest, and have
sought shelter in my lands. — The serpentine shadows writhed
around his neck, on his shoulders, with something threatening.
Then Bryce watched Flynn, very seriously, perhaps for the first time.
in life, say to the Stag King, with a voice full of disdain:
— Let me guess, my parents came running. — He looked around the
throne room. — Where is my brave father? And everyone else, by the way?
— A few select people were allowed in. Most were sent back to Lunathion.
But for those who remain here, there is a price to be paid, of course.
Bryce sized them up and found both males already smiling at her.
And then, in the back of his mind, dark twin shadows growled, preparing to
attack...
She incinerated them with a mental wall of starlight.
The twins hissed, one of them blinking as if the light had actually dazzled
him. Bryce bared his teeth and kept the glowing wall in his mind. A second
later, there was a polite knock on the wall and Ruhn said, Keep it up. No matter
what happens.
Tell Hunt and the others to build a wall too, Bryce responded, glaring at the
twins.
I already did that, Ruhn replied. You should see the lightning flashes around
Athalar's mind. He burned their probes to dust.
Disgusting. Don't say probes.
Ruhn snorted, and his presence disappeared from her mind, as Morven
continued speaking:
— Sathia didn't promise me anything. In fact, she refused to pay the price I
asked. A generous good, in fact: the power to choose between the males who
are next to her. And since a female has no value here other than the offspring
she can bear for Avallen, I see no reason for her sister to remain in this refuge
a moment longer.
Morven's words fell like a bomb in the room.
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“Easy there,” Bryce said, looking between Sathia's pretty, indignant face and
the Stag King and his bloodthirsty shadows, “just so we're clear: Are you saying you
require any female who seeks refuge here to marry?”
“It wouldn't be safe for so many single females to walk around without a male
relative or husband,” Morven said, picking at an invisible stain of dirt on his black
pants.
— Yes — Bryce quipped — just imagine what would happen if all of us females
were running around unsupervised. Absolute anarchy. Cities would collapse.
“They want to kill us to punish you,” Sathia said, pointing a condemning finger at
Flynn. — We had to leave in the middle of the night, when we received an alert that
the 33rd was coming after us. These clothes are all I brought with me.
“What a sacrifice you had to make,” Flynn sneered. But Bryce noticed the flash of
guilt in her eyes. Declan had already pulled out his cell phone, no doubt to check on
his family and Marc...
— There's no signal here, thanks to the mist — Sathia said to Declan.
The male's face paled and he muttered, "I forgot about that."
— Her father agreed that marriage was the best option. And agreed that if she
refused, she should be sent back to Lunathion. — He clenched his fist, crushing
the shadow inside him. — For a long time she refused any male he presented.
Father's patience came to an end and he begged me to take care of it.
— So you came here to also ask for asylum? asked Morven, resting his chin
on his fist.
“No,” Hunt shot, taking a step forward, spreading his wings. - Not so. — He
looked at Bryce, making her step forward.
new.
Exchanging a look with Ruhn that said they would deal with the Sathia issue
later, Bryce set aside his concern and lifted his chin as he approached Hunt.
— I'm here to access the Avallen Archives and the Cave of Princes.
“You didn't quite understand me,” Bryce said in that peremptory tone. — I
wasn't asking for your permission. — The star on his chest began to shine,
illuminating his t-shirt and sports jacket. —As Starry Princess, no part of
Avallen is forbidden to me.
“Some great prophecy being fulfilled,” Bryce said, hoping he was hiding
the tremor in his arms by holding the black blades steady, by ignoring that
instinct that whispered to bring them together, not keep them apart.
of Flynn and the other nobles as well. And I doubt you'll win the favor of
your people if you betray some fancy nobles like that. — She crossed her
arms. — A big problem, huh?
Morven stamped his boot on the ground.
— It's super difficult — Bryce continued — trying to play both sides,
isn't it?
— I'm not playing for either side — Morven replied — I'm loyal to the
Asteri.
—Then open the mist. Let them in. Let's invite everyone
world for brunch.
Morven's silence was damning.
Bryce smiled.
— That's what I thought. — She nodded at Sathia.
— One more thing: she doesn’t marry anyone and comes with us.
Sathia looked shocked at Bryce, who gave the female fae a warning
look. Bryce had only seen Sathia Flynn from afar, at parties. The female's
hair was often dyed various shades of shiny dark brown or blonde. Now
they were an ordinary light brown. Your natural color, perhaps. It was like
seeing the real female.
“No,” Morven said, a shadow wrapping around his wrist like a bracelet.
A little idle, simple magic. — You are an unsuitable companion, as you
have demonstrated repeatedly.
Hunt glanced at Bryce and she knew what was going through his mind.
It was the same thing Ruhn said in his mind a second later:
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However, the Doe met Bryce's gaze. What would you do?,
Bryce tried to convey.
Lidia seemed to catch the direction of her thoughts, for she said
shorty:
— I never had anyone to fight for me.
Well, that solved the issue.
Bryce opened his mouth, gathering power in his star, but Tharion spoke
behind them.
— I marry Sathia.
***
It took Hypaxia seven hours, seven minutes, and seven seconds to resurrect
Sigrid.
Ithan barely moved from the bench the entire time Hypaxia stood next to
the corpse, chanting. Jesiba left, came back with her laptop and spent some
time working. She even offered some food to Ithan, who refused.
skill.
- What have you done? — Jesiba demanded, closing the laptop with
a click.
Ithan helped Hypaxia to her feet, and the former witch-queen looked
from one to the other, helpless and... terrified. Out of the corner of my eye,
something white moved.
Ithan turned as the body on the table sat down. As the sheet billowed,
revealing Sigrid's ashen face, her eyes closed. The thick, firm stitches in
an irregular line along the neck. She still wore her own clothes, stiff with
dried blood.
“I'm telling you, Ketos, she's terrible,” Flynn warned Tharion in the
shadows of the pillars that flanked one side of the throne room. Normal
shadows, thankfully. Not the horrible ones run by the Fae King. — It's a
terrible idea. It will end
your life.
— My life is already ruined — Tharion reminded him, his voice as
empty as he felt. — If we survive this, we can get a divorce.
—Fae don't get divorced. — Flynn grabbed his arm tightly. — It's
literally until death do us part.
— Well, I'm not fae...
—But she is. If you get divorced, she will have no chance of getting
married again. It will become corrupted. After the first marriage, the only
options are death or widowhood. A widow can remarry, but a divorcee...
That doesn't even exist. She would be persona non grata.
On the opposite side of the room, Declan and Ruhn were talking to
Sathia in low voices. It was quite possible that they were saying the
same things.
Morven watched them sullenly from his throne, the shadows a hissing
nest of vipers around him, the monstrous twins
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This only further supported the decision he had made. Having someone
forced to endure the presence of the murderous twins, to marry someone
who could pry into their mind...
Then Tharion said to Flynn: —
Your sister would only be an outcast among the fae. Normal people
They don't see any problems with divorce.
Flynn didn't move back an inch, his teeth flashing.
“She is Lord Hawthorne's daughter. You'll always want to marry a fae.
On the other side, Sathia passed Dec and Ruhn and advanced toward
them. She was short, but she had a presence that dominated the room. His
dark eyes were pure fire when they met Tharion's.
None of them expected the day to go like this. Starting with Tharion
running away from the Queen of the Ocean, and finally this total mess. But
if it were Lesia in Sathia's place... He would like someone to offer to help
her, whether they were a deserter or not.
Tharion said to Sathia:
— Yes. Let's go ahead.
Morven wasted no time in summoning a Priestess of Cthona. As if the
bastard was trying to figure out if Tharion was bluffing.
“You,” Sigrid snapped at Ithan, her voice little more than a whisper.
whisper.
Ithan could barely process what he was hearing… what he was seeing.
Only when her shadow fragments disappeared from the morgue did
Jesiba say: — What a disaster.
Ithan swallowed.
- Will it work?
Jesiba didn’t take her eyes off Hypaxia as she said softly,
“Maybe.”
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— But where is her body? — pressed Ithan. — The last news I heard from
my friends was that the body was with the Queen of the Ocean, on her ship.
She could have sent it through the airlock, for all we know...
— Give me thirty minutes — asked Jesiba, and didn't wait for a second.
answer before leaving the room.
***
There was nothing to do but wait. Ithan had no desire to do anything except
sit at the table and stare at his hands.
His useless, blood-stained hands.
He had tried to save Sigrid from the Astronomer and ended up killing her.
And then he had his corpse turned into a reaper. Every choice they made took
them from bad to worse and, finally, to catastrophe.
Ruhn had no idea how Bryce had held himself back from killing
Morven. He also couldn't say how he managed to do the same.
But they wasted no time getting to work. Even though, from what
they had agreed, Bryce was on Team Caverns, she insisted on
checking the files first.
The Avallen Archives were as imposing and enormous as Ruhn
remembered from his last and only visit to Avallen. True, he had never
been allowed inside, but from its gray exterior, the building rivaled the
Freighter of the Deep in size. An entire city of learning, locked behind
leaden doors.
Flynn shrugged.
— The earth looks... rotten. As if there was nothing my magic could latch
onto or identify with. Is weird.
It also bothered me the first time we were here.
— He kept complaining when we were here —
Declan agreed, and Flynn elbowed him in the ribs.
But Flynn pointed with his chin at Sathia, who was alone a few feet away.
She raised her hand to one of the lead doors, but without touching it.
—But, believe me, I don't want to stay on this miserable island for a
second longer than necessary.
— I agree — Athalar murmured, approaching Bryce — let's find what we
need and get out.
— What are we looking for, exactly? asked Sathia.
— Everything you told me about the other fae world and what you learned...
I'm sorry, but I need a little more guidance to continue when we get there.
Since we're all enemies of the asteri, what's wrong with one more person
knowing about our stops? Bryce asked when Flynn demanded that Sathia
stay behind.
And Sathia refused to be left alone, even though the security of her status
as a married female guaranteed her the right to move freely. I'm not going to
be locked in some room to rot, he said, and walked behind Bryce, who began
to explain everything he had learned about Theia and her daughters and the
history of the fae inside and outside Midgard. Sathia hadn't said a word
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word with Tharion since they exchanged their vows; and the merman seemed
to take it well too.
It was all crazy. But Ruhn had heard what Lidia had said to Bryce about
never having anyone to fight for her. He didn't feel good when he heard that.
Ruhn dared to look where Lidia was, observing the imposing entrance to
the archives. He didn't fail to notice how shocked Morven was to realize she
was in the throne room. And when they left, the Stag King seemed about to
try to talk to Lidia, but the Doe passed him before he had the chance to do
so.
His golden eyes met Ruhn's, and he could have sworn pure fire pulsed
through his body...
He looked away quickly.
Sathia asked Bryce, “What
if you don't find the answers you're looking for?
“Then we're screwed,” Bryce said in all words, and finally pressed his
palm against the archive doors. A tremor seemed to run through the metal.
With a creak, the doors opened inward, revealing nothing but darkness
dappled with sunlight. Ruhn exchanged glances with Dec, whose eyebrows
were raised at the building's display of submission. But Bryce passed quickly,
Athalar and Baxian close behind.
“Shocking, I know,” Bryce said. — The party girl carrying the prophet...
— I was wondering what that means. Not just in relation to the asteri
and his conflict with them. But what does this mean for the Fae?
Bryce looked through the rows and rows of shelves and said
coldly:
— The fae do not deserve to be united.
Even Ruhn froze. He never thought about what Bryce could do as a
leader, but...
— Come on, Quinlan — Athalar protested, putting his arm around her
shoulders, deciding to change the subject — let's explore.
“Okay, okay,” Bryce murmured, “I guess it's a bit too hopeful to think
there would be a digital catalog here, so... I guess we'll have to do it the old
fashioned way. — She pointed ahead, at the wall occupied by a card
catalog. —Look for any mention of the sword and the knife, anything about
the mists that guard this place, Pelias and Helena... Maybe even things
about the early days of Avallen, whether during the First Wars or soon after.
That exchange of looks between them again. Ruhn said, a little awkwardly,
to her: — We better
get to work.
Such a large catalog could take days to sift through.
Even more so because there were no librarians or academics in sight. Come to
think of it, the place had an abandoned air about it. Empty. The castle too, as
well as the small town and the surrounding lands.
Everything seemed so mysterious, so strange when he had arrived here,
decades before: the famous misty island of Avallen. Now all he could think
about was Cormac, growing up in darkness and silence.
All that fire, dampened by this place.
And yet, he loved his people. I wanted to do right by them. By everyone on
Midgard too.
Cormac had come from here. There had to be something good about this place. Ruhn
I just had no idea what it would be.
The Fae do not deserve to be united.
Bryce's words hung in the air, as if they were still echoing in the dome. And
Ruhn didn't know why, but as the words settled in the darkness... they made
him sad.
After a few tense minutes, Declan said: — Well, that's
interesting.
He was at the nearest table, what appeared to be a stack of maps unrolled
in front of him. A large map—of Midgard—was open on top.
Ruhn walked over to his friends, grateful for the break from the task.
- What it was? — The others followed his example, gathering around the
table.
Dec pointed to Avallen on the map, the paper yellowed by the
time, despite the preservation spells on it.
— I thought looking at old maps might give us some insight into the mists...
You know, seeing how ancient cartographers represented them and such. And
then I found this.
Athalar rubbed his neck and said: — At
the risk of being teased... what am I for?
looking?
“There are islands here,” explained Declan. —, dozens.
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“Soon after the asteri arrived,” Athalar added, and Ruhn looked away
from Lidia long enough to consider what was before them.
He said:
— Well, despite the mists, Avallen seems to have no problem revealing
its shape and coastline to the Asteri, for the official maps of the empire. Why
hide the islands?
— There are no islands at all — said Sathia softly. — The ones on that
first map... — She pointed along the northwest coast. — We sailed from that
direction. We didn't see a single island. The fog could have hidden some of
them, but we should have seen at least one.
“I've never seen or heard any mention of other islands here,” agreed
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They remained silent, looking at the three maps as if they were going
to reveal some great secret.
Finally, Dec shook his head.
— Something happened here a long time ago... something big. But
what?
— And — Lidia murmured, the cadence of her voice sending shivers of
pleasure down Ruhn's back — is this knowledge useful to us?
Bryce tapped his hand on the oldest map and Ruhn could almost see
the gears turning in his head.
— Silene said something in her memoirs about the island that had once
belonged to her court. — Bryce's face took on a distant expression, as if he
was trying to remember the exact words. —She said the earth...withered.
That when she started housing those monsters to hide the Harp's presence,
Prison Island became barren. And the Ocean Queen said that the islands
literally withered into the sea in despair when the Asteri arrived.
Bryce gave him the middle finger while Athalar laughed. She nodded,
determined.
— Archives Team: keep investigating this.
The others dispersed again to resume their search, but
Bryce grabbed Ruhn by the elbow before he could move:
- What it was? he asked, looking at where her hand touched him.
held.
Bryce's gaze was resolute.
— We can't afford to waste time.
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“Perhaps the mists can also keep out mystical eyes,” Ruhn suggested.
— Maybe, but I'd rather not find out the hard way. A few days, Ruhn...
then we'll get out of here.
“It may take longer to explore the caves,” Ruhn warned. —Are you
sure there's anything there that's worth it?
From what I could see, there were some useless things like decorations
on the walls and a lot of misty tunnels. It would be much faster to go
through the files if everyone analyzed the catalog together.
“I have to check out the caves,” Bryce said quietly.
—, just in case.
It was then that he understood, and the realization was like a bucket of
ice water. Bryce wasn't sure she could find anything to help her bring the
blades together. To kill the asteri.
Then Ruhn squeezed her shoulder.
“We'll find out, Bryce.
She gave a baleful smile. All Ruhn could do was give back.
***
They found nothing more about the missing islands, the mists, or the sword
and knife in the hours they spent searching the catalog.
They had barely begun to sort through the vast catalog when Bryce
decided it was time to stop and go to dinner, his hands so dry they hurt
from all the dust.
In silence, the group walked to the castle's dining room.
What a long, damn day! Each of his laborious steps seemed
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So they had survived there; at least for a few generations. Before they
died or the fae hunted them to extinction.
— We didn't arrive early — said Sathia next to Tharion, her face tense.
— The formal dinner started fifteen minutes ago. If I were to guess, I'd
say it was moved to another location.
— Nobody wants to eat with us? Hunt asked.
Bryce said,
“They must consider us unworthy of their presence. — Hunt, Baxian
and Tharion turned to her with incredulous expressions.
Bryce shrugged. — Welcome to my life. — Hunt was frowning deeply,
and Bryce added, unable to contain himself, — You don't need to feel
guilty about this, you know.
He looked irritated at her and the others quickly went to busy
themselves with other things.
- What does that mean? Hunt asked softly.
It wasn't the time or the place, but Bryce said,
“I can't understand you. Like, whether you want to be here or not.
with vanir. — But each of us made choices that led us to all of this. The weight
of these choices doesn't just fall on you, and it's not...
— I don't want to talk about it. — He started walking towards the center of
the room.
—Hunt? — she called. He kept walking, wings well
closed.
Across the room, she met Baxian's gaze, who was pulling out a chair at
the table. He needs time, the Hellhound seemed to say. Be kind to him.
“Don't tell me,” Bryce murmured, “I'm trying not to be impressed by how
glamorous it is.
— This reminds me of my father's house — Lidia said softly, eating the
potatoes and lamb. Abundant and simple food. It certainly wasn't the fine feast
Morven and his court were eating elsewhere.
— They should both sign the Medieval Life — joked Bryce, and Lidia's
mouth curved into a smile.
It was so strange to see the Doe smile. Like a person.
The males must have been thinking the same thing, because Baxian
asked: —
How long, Lidia? How long have you been a spy?
Lidia cut the meat delicately.
— How long ago did you start to believe in the cause?
— Since I met my partner, Danika Fendyr. Four years ago.
Bryce's chest tightened at the pride in his voice—and the pain. His fingers
itched with the desire to stretch his arm across the
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table to take his hand, just as he had done the night before.
But Lidia blinked slowly. And he said, in a soft
voice: — I'm sorry, Baxian.
Baxian nodded in acknowledgement. Then he said to Lidia and Hunt:
— I kind of can't get over being here with you two. Considering
where we were not that long ago.
Who we were.
“I understand,” Bryce murmured.
Hunt tested the cut of a knife with his thumb and then sliced the
meat on his plate.
—Urd acts in mysterious ways, I imagine.
Lidia's eyes lit up. Hunt raised the glass of water to her.
Bryce sighed as she and Hunt entered their room. She wished she
had the energy to talk to Ruhn, to really feel
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go deeper and know what it was like to go through what he had been
through, what he was feeling, but...
“I need to lie down,” Bryce said, and fell face down on the bed.
“Today was strange,” Hunt commented, helping to remove his sheathed
sword and dagger. He placed them carefully beside the bed and then slowly
turned her over. - Are you well?
Bryce looked at his face, at the halo on his forehead.
— I really hope we find something here that makes it all worth it.
Hunt sat down next to her, taking out his own weapons and placing them
on a side table.
— Are you worried that we won't find anything all of a sudden?
Bryce stood up, unable to sit still despite her exhaustion. She
walked back and forth in front of the roaring fire.
- I don't know. It's not like I was expecting a giant neon sign in the archives
saying Answers Here!, but if the Asteri are going after Flynn's family... — She
hadn't allowed herself to think about it before. There was nothing I could do
from there, without a phone or internet. — So they're going after mine.
— Randall and Ember know how to take care of themselves. — But Hunt
stood up, walking over to her and taking her hands. “They're going to be fine.
— His hands were warm around hers, solid. She closed her eyes at the
touch, savoring his love and comfort. — We'll get there, Quinlan. You have
traveled between worlds. This is nothing in comparison.
He looked down, and she hated seeing it, seeing his wings droop.
“I don't know if I can do this again, Bryce.
She felt a pang in her heart.
- Do what?
— Making choices that cost people their lives. — He looked at her
again, his gaze dark. — It was easier for Shahar, you know. She didn't
care about other people's lives, not really.
And he died so quickly that he didn't have to bear the weight of guilt
that might have arisen later. Sometimes I envy her for that. I envied
her for that, back then. For escaping it all through
death.
“That's ancient Umbra Mortis speaking,” Bryce said, finding humor
amid the cold wave of pain and concern in his words, his lifeless tone.
From the way he kissed her back, she knew Hunt had noticed it too. I
hoped he would let any trace of remorse burn away.
“I love you,” he said against Bryce's mouth, and deepened the kiss.
She choked back a sob of relief, hugging his neck. Hunt's hands slid to her
ass and he lifted her, walking slowly to the huge four-poster bed.
Clothes were torn off. Mouths met, explored and tasted. Fingers
caressed and squeezed. Then Hunt was on top of her and Bryce let his
happiness, all his magic shine through her.
Her magic rose at his words, a rising tide. Or maybe it was her climax
coming, building along with his. Everything he had was not enough. I
wanted more, to be closer, I wanted to be in him, in his blood...
“Solas, Bryce,” Hunt growled, thrusting into her in one long, sensual
motion. — I can't... — She didn't want him to do that. She grabbed his
ass, digging her nails deep in a silent thrust. “Bryce,” he warned, without
stopping fucking her. Lightning crackled and snaked around them, an
avalanche rushing toward them.
She felt it then. Finally understood. What it always was, the name she had
learned in the other world.
“Done,” Bryce whispered with a hint of fear. —That's what it looks like.
Any power that can flow between us... so can my Horn-Made power.
Hunt looked down at himself, where their bodies remained joined. She felt
a pang of guilt, then, that she hadn't yet told him everything she knew about
the other Made objects in the universe—about the Masquerade, the Treasures.
Tharion was in that ancient room, all stone, complete with a bed with curtains
and tapestries on the wall, and he had no idea what to say to his wife.
And it seems that Sathia Flynn had no idea what to say either, because
she went to sit in a carved wooden chair in front of the roaring fireplace and
look at the fire.
They had barely exchanged two words all day. But there,
having to share a room...
— You can have the bed — he said, his tone high, resounding in the
room.
— Thank you — she replied, hugging her body. The firelight sparkled in
her light brown hair, making the golden locks shine.
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— It's my first visit, so I can't say. — Her tone was a little harsh, as if
she wasn't used to speaking normally to people, but she added: — I hope
so.
She tilted her head to the side, strands of her long hair
falling over one shoulder.
—What else needs to be said?
He pretended to think.
- Favourite colour?
- Blue.
- Favorite food?
— Raspberry pie.
He let out a laugh. - It
is serious?
She frowned.
— What's the problem with that?
— Nothing — he said, adding: — I like cheese snacks.
She made a noise that sounded like laughter. But the sound disappeared
when she asked, “Why?”
— No. I meant... why did you do that? — She gestured between them.
She choked.
- Countryside?
***
The town—which was more of a village, really—was built atop a rugged hill
and offered views from every street of the surrounding green countryside, the
land a patchwork of small farms and picturesque estates. A land lost to time,
and not in a good way.
Even Ravilis, Sandriel's old stronghold, was more modern than this. There
wasn't even a trace of primalux anywhere. The fae there used candles.
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And apparently they had been ordered, if the unusually quiet streets
were any indication, to avoid visitors as much as possible. But she
could have sworn that countless fae were watching her from the closed
windows of the ancient-looking houses that lined the streets leading to
the castle. She always knew that Morven ruled with an iron fist, but this
submission was beyond what she expected.
He had barely slept a wink the night before. She couldn't stop seeing
her children's faces when she left that room, or how they blended with
the memory of their faces as babies, sleeping so peacefully, so
beautifully, in their cribs the night she looked at them one last time. time
before leaving. To leave the Freighter of the Deep and enter the
submersible capsule.
I felt like I was dying, both then and now. It felt like Luna had shot a
poisoned arrow and she was bleeding, an invisible wound leaking out
into the world, and there was nothing that could be done to heal it.
Lidia rubbed her hands over her face, her cheeks feeling cold.
Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't seen them again. Never
returning to the ship and not reopening that wound.
No torture Pollux or Rigelus invented would hurt more than this. The
cold wind was blowing, whistling through the narrow streets of the mist-
shrouded ancient city.
Below her, in the courtyard, Bryce and Athalar, Baxian, Tharion, and
the merman's new bride prepared to leave. Ruhn and his two friends
were with them, speaking in low voices. Without a doubt, once again
going over everything they knew about the Cave of the Princes.
She didn't know why she had come here. They didn't bother to tell
her they were going or to invite her to come along. Baxian finally looked
up, feeling or seeing Lidia, and raised his hand in farewell. Lidia returned
the gesture.
The rest of the group turned around as well, Bryce waving a
little more enthusiasm than the others.
Flynn and Dec just nodded. Ruhn looked up and looked away
instantly. With one last hug for his sister, the fairy prince returned to the
castle and disappeared from sight,
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accompanied by two friends. Bryce and his team headed towards the
castle gates. To the field beyond, still half asleep in the gray light.
Shadows whispered on the stones of the porch, and Lidia didn't care.
She turned to look at Morven as he approached her.
— How sentimental, you saying goodbye to them.
Lidia kept her gaze fixed on the group heading towards a
cluster of taller hills that rose into the horizon.
- What do you want?
He hissed at her impudence.
— You are a filthy traitor.
Lidia finally glanced at the Fae King. He contemplated his
pale and detestable face.
—And you are a fearful coward who rejected his own son at the first
sign of trouble.
—If you had any honor, any understanding of royal duties, you would
understand why I did this. — Shadows intertwined on the shoulders of
his beautiful black jacket, with silver embroidery. The Stag King, they
called him. It was an insult to the deer shifters. The fae male had no
affinity with beasts, despite his throne, made from the bones of some
noble and slaughtered beast. — You would know that there are more
important things than your own children.
There was nothing more important. Anything. She was here, on that
island, back at work once again, because there would never be anything
more important than the two boys she had left on the Freighter of the
Deep.
— I liked seeing you humiliate yourself, you know — teased Lidia.
And she had liked it... despite everything, she loved every second of
Morven kneeling before the asteri. Just as he was loving seeing the fury
that gripped him at this humiliation thrown back in his face.
“I have no doubt someone as heartless as you loved it,” Morven
sneered. —But I wonder: if a better offer comes along, will you betray
these friends as easily as you betrayed your masters?
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Lidia's fingers curled at her sides, but she kept her face impassive.
— Are you in a bad mood because you couldn't see the real me, Morven,
or because I witnessed your shameful moment? The moment you traded
loyalty to your son for your own life?
Morven growled:
- Is this a threat?
Lidia continued walking, leaving the enemy and the gloomy twilight
behind.
— Just professional advice.
***
"So, all that talk, all that myth and anguish about the Cave of the Princes,"
Hunt said to Bryce, sweating a little from the hours-long journey across the
rolling fields to this craggy cluster of hills, the castle now a lonely peak. on
the horizon behind them: — And that's what this is about?
etched into the rocks, but that was all that differentiated this place from
any other crack in the rock.
That and the mist coming out of the darkness.
— Morven needs a decorator — commented Tharion, peering into
the darkness. — I think he could go beyond the theme of shadows and
unhappiness of his ancestors.
“He likes it that way,” said Sathia. — The way Avallen was when it
was built... just after the end of the First Wars. His father kept
everything as it was, and his grandfather too, until he arrived at Pelias
himself.
Hunt exchanged a look with Bryce. That was exactly why I was
there. If there was a place where any truth could be preserved, it was
there. He didn't like the idea of going into a cave; Some intrinsic part
of him resisted the idea of being so far from the wind, so far below
ground, trapped again. But he forced himself to overcome the flash of
panic and dread and said to Sathia: — Can you tell
how the mists keep the asteri away from Avallen? — She didn't
give the information herself the day before, but maybe that was
because they hadn't thought to ask.
She rolled her eyes and said to Sathia, who was wary.
— One piece of advice: don’t let them boss you around.
“I won't go,” said Sathia. For some reason, Hunt believed her.
Bryce looked at Flynn's sister as if she was thinking the same thing.
Bryce stopped at the edge between light and shadow. The mist that
dripped across the cave floor reached her pink sneakers with curved white
claws. Its starlight did not pierce the darkness beyond a few meters ahead.
It only illuminated thicker clouds of mist, masking whatever threats lay in
wait.
“Let's see,” Hunt said, adjusting the heavy backpack that had been
strapped between the wings. —There is nothing to worry about except some
evil spirits. And ghosts. And “scary things,” as Ruhn said.
“Oh, that's all,” Bryce said, giving him an ironic look. She added to
Sathia, pointing to the towers that barely stood out on the green horizon: —
It's not too late to go back to the castle.
— I'm not going to sit with those people who lie in wait — hissed Sathia.
“Like any noble fae, then,” Bryce commented, lifting his heavy backpack.
She winked at Sathia. — You will feel at home.
The female fae gave a weak smile, but did not flee screaming from the
cave and its grasping fingers of mist. If Sathia's
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In fact, she preferred to face what was hiding in that cave instead of the murderous twins,
perhaps it was Bryce's duty to beat the shit out of her when he returned, in her name and
that of all the females.
That is if they came back.
“Okay,” Hunt said, “according to Declan, Pelias' tomb and Aster's resting place are right
in the center of the cave network.
— They got food and water from the kitchen staff, who were taken by surprise, to prepare for
the trip of a few days. —But there are many things that will try to devour us along the way.
Bryce ignored his stomach churning. She had gone to another world and faced an asteri,
she was able to deal with some evil spirits and ghosts. She had three badass males with her.
And Sathia. She could do that.
Fuck it. She raised her hand in the air and shouted: —
Vaaaaai, Team Caverns!
The words echoed off the rocks, the passage, and the misty darkness. They stopped
suddenly, as if the caves themselves had devoured them.
***
Morven cornered Ruhn outside the cafeteria just before he and his friends returned to the
archives after breakfast.
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—About what?
—The sword and the knife, for starters. The rest is secret. —
Asshole, he didn’t need to add.
Morven's eyes became darker than night.
—And she plans to claim Avallen?
Ruhn started to laugh.
- What? No. If I planned to, I wouldn't tell you, but believe me, this
place... — He looked down the hallway, as dark as a crypt. — It's not
her style. If you don't believe it, ask my father.
— That's another thing I wanted to talk about. Your sister must have done
something with him. How else would I have his diary?
— If he did, it didn't involve trying to claim the crown. She didn't
say anything about that. — Ruhn frowned at the king. —And again, if
she was planning some kind of fae coup, why in the Hell would I tell
you?
— Because you're a true fae, not a semi-fae...
— I think I better be careful when talking about my sister.
Morven's shadows gathered around his fingers and
shoulders. Wild, angry shadows that Ruhn's refused to face. They
seemed corrupted, like the ones Seamus and Duncan mind-controlled.
“Yes,” Morven sneered, “and what did your sister do with that?
Starry heritage besides showing contempt for the fey?
— You don't know anything about her.
“I know she spat on her faerie lineage when she announced she was
marrying that angel. — His shadows trembled with anger.
“Fine,” Ruhn announced, turning to leave. — Conversation officially
over. Goodbye.
Morven grabbed him by the arm. Shadows slid from his hand to Ruhn's
forearm, squeezing tightly.
—After dealing with your sister yesterday, I prayed to Luna all night for
guidance. —His eyes shone with a fanatical fervor. — She allowed me to
see that you, despite your... transgressions... are the only hope our people
have for regaining some credibility in future generations.
Ruhn sent his own shadows down his arm, biting his own.
Morven to break free with satisfying ease.
—Luna doesn't strike me as the type who would lower herself to talk to
idiots like you.
Despite the shredded shadows, Morven dug her fingers into his arm.
Ruhn tried, but couldn't help but look at Lidia. She had picked up the back of the
catalogue, probably on purpose, and still hadn't said a word during the hours they spent
together.
“No,” she said, and continued her work.
Beauty.
All beauty.
***
“Well,” Hunt whispered, his voice echoing off the smooth black stone before being swallowed
by the dense mists. —, It's scary.
The smell of mold and rot was already giving him a headache, disturbing all the instincts
that told him to leave that closed, misty space and go to the sky, to the safety of the wind
and clouds...
"If you've ever seen a Middengard Worm feeding," Bryce muttered into the thick
darkness, barely able to clear the fog from his face, nothing seems so bad.
—,
“I don't want to know what it's about,” Baxian said.
Hunt liked not having to ask Baxian to be on Bryce's other side. Tharion and Sathia
followed closely behind, saying little as the path appeared before them. Ruhn had said that
the carvings on the walls began a little further on, but they had not yet found any evidence.
Just rock—and fog so thick they could only see a few feet ahead.
Bryce said,
“Think of an earthworm with a mouth full of double rows of teeth. The size of two buses.
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“It's not that bad compared to some of the other shit I've seen,” Bryce
continued. And then she concluded that if they were following her in that deadly
darkness, they deserved to know the whole truth: — They have something
called the Mask... A tool that can literally resurrect the dead. No need for
necromancers. And without the body needing to be cool either.
Hunt whistled.
—This is very powerful lethal magic.
He refrained from complaining that she hadn't mentioned it before, because
she also hadn't told him that Rigelus had taken advantage of his lightning to do
something similar, and Baxian, fortunately, didn't say anything either. They had
no idea what happened next, but it couldn't have been good.
He reached over his shoulder for his sword, lightning at the ready.
Or as ready as he could be with the damn halo limiting him...
“Evil spirits,” said Baxian, quickly drawing his sword. The shadows
writhed, hissing like a nest of
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cobras.
“They're not getting any closer,” Sathia whispered, her fear thick
as the mist around them.
Hunt enveloped his fist in lightning, the sparks making the damp
walls shine like the surface of a lake. But the light shone on Bryce
and the evil spirits retreated further.
— Benefits of being the Super Powerful Starry Princess with
Special Magic — Bryce said slowly, walking without worrying through
the corners and alcoves in the stone full of evil spirits. — Ruhn said
they fled his starlight during the Ordeal. It seems like they don't like
mine very much either.
Sathia walked past the nearest group of evil spirits, staying one
step behind Bryce.
A scabbed, jet-colored hand reached out from a deep alcove of
shadows, its long, cracked nails digging into the stone...
Flynn and Dec went out to get lunch for everyone, and Ruhn resigned
himself to working in silence with Lidia, with just the rustling of paper and
the rattling of useless drawers as the soundtrack.
He found nothing. Neither did she, that's what Ruhn concluded when
he noticed some of her signs of frustration. They were so different from her
contented, almost purring sighs, that time when she had been in his arms
and their souls had melted together, as he moved inside her...
First.
Ruhn turned slowly toward the imposing, open door. No
there was no one. Only the gray day awaited
him. On your left.
Seamus leaned against a nearby pile, arms crossed.
He had a knife strapped to his broad chest, just like decades before.
As in those days, the male's hair was cut close to his head—to prevent an
enemy from grabbing him, Ruhn knew. And if Seamus was there, that
meant... To his right, Duncan
spoke between minds, and Ruhn turned to find Seamus's brother
leaning in the same position, on the opposite pile. Instead of a dagger,
Duncan carried a thin sword strapped to his back.
Ruhn kept the two in his line of sight. What do you want?
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Instinct already kept his mind shielded by stars and shadows, but he
did a quick mental scan to ensure his walls were intact.
Duncan growled.
Seamus walked over to his twin, the identical face displaying similar
disdain.
— Don't waste your time with him.
Seamus spoke between minds to Ruhn: You will get what you deserve.
Ruhn kept his face impassive, princely, some would say.
— Good to see you two.
Once again, his failure to fight back only made them angrier, and his
two cousins growled before teaming up and leaving the archives.
Only when they disappeared through the massive doors did Ruhn say
quietly to Lidia: —
Are you okay?
“Yes,” she replied, her golden eyes meeting his. Ruhn couldn't breathe.
—They are no different from any other brute I have encountered. —Like
Pollux. She went back to the catalog. — They would get along well with
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— I must remember that a good part of this triary has been on our side
since then — said Ruhn. But he couldn't think of anything else to say, and
silence reigned again, inside his head and in the files, so he went back to
searching.
After long minutes, it became unbearable. The silence. The tension. And
to say something, to end that misery, he asked: — Why fire?
- Ah.
He allowed himself to watch her face, her expression. He noticed her
concern and asked: — How
was it with your children before we left yesterday? — He knew she had
gone to say goodbye, but he didn't know how it went.
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meeting. And given the troubled look on his face when they left the Deep
Freighter... — The answer was
concise enough for him to believe she wouldn't say anything else, but Lidia
corrected herself. — Terrible. — A muscle throbbed in his jaw. — I think Brann
would like to meet me, but Ace... Actaeon... He hates me.
But the silence that followed was different. Lighter. And he could have sworn
he caught Lidia looking at him as often as he looked at her.
***
Ithan walked through the halls of the House of Flame and Shadow, with Hypaxia
at his side, his belly full and satisfied after a surprisingly good breakfast in the
dark dining hall. They arrived so early that most people weren't there yet.
He ate a lot, even for him, but since they were leaving for Avallen the next
day, he wanted to be as fueled as possible. The demand was that they leave
immediately, but from what they said,
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—What the fuck was that? — muttered Ithan, examining the stone
dark above them.
Another bang, and Ithan started running, Hypaxia right behind him, towards
Jesiba's office. He walked through the double doors a moment later, revealing
Jesiba at her desk, her face tense, her eyes wide...
— What the hell is going on? — Ithan demanded, running the open feed
on her computer, where it was possible to see bombs exploding.
Another impact hit the place and Ithan motioned for Hypaxia to get under
the table. But the ancient witch-queen did not obey. She asked: — Are these
images from
up here?
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Ithan and Hypaxia ran through the city, the blocks packed with
residents and tourists in panic or in eerie, absolute silence. People
sitting on the sidewalks in shock. Ithan prepared himself for what he
would find in the northeast neighborhood, but it was not enough for
the terror of seeing bloodied humans, looking like ghosts due to the
dust and ash that covered them, running in despair. Children
screaming in their arms. As I entered the Meadows of Asphodel, the
cracked streets were covered with still, silent bodies.
He let out a growl and the girl, with her forehead bleeding and
part of her body trapped under a cement block, flinched. She tried to
push the cement block away, to get it off her legs, but it was him —
his presence that scared her...
He suppressed the wolf and the anger within him.
“Hey,” he said, kneeling down beside her, picking up the cement
block. — I came to help.
The girl stopped trying to push the cinder block and looked up at
Ithan, who easily removed it from her shins. Her left leg was broken.
Ithan shook his head, unable to find the words to respond. Hypaxia
dropped to her knees in front of the girl, fishing another bottle of primalux
from her bag. One of the few, Ithan saw with a start. They would need
much more.
But even if all the medwitches in Crescent Moon City
If they went there... would that be enough?
Would it be enough to heal the damage that had been done?
***
Until that moment, they had not found any new information about the
blades, the mist or what helped to eliminate the asteri, but she kept
everything she saw in her mind.
— No — said the merman. Bryce heard him, in parts. — My magic
just feels like it's... cold. And it flows through all these caves.
“I think that's good,” Baxian said, folding his wings. He winked at
Bryce, catching her attention. —No worms swimming around.
Bryce frowned.
— You wouldn't be joking if you'd seen one. - She does not
He waited for the Hellhound to respond before saying to him and Hunt:
— Wings raised to carry us?
Her mind racing, she could barely talk as they clumsily crossed the
river, Hunt carrying Sathia and Bryce while Baxian carried Tharion. Bryce
extended his bubble of starlight so everyone could remain inside it, which
was as much extra activity as he could worry about while watching the
carvings.
They didn't tell the same story that Silene had told.
There was no mention of an evil that slept beneath his feet. Only
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a river of starlight, into which the ancient fae, it seemed, dragged those pegasi
to drown.
Yes, the fae there weren't any better than
those in Nesta's world.
They walked for hours and hours, miles and miles.
They stopped every now and then, alternating who watched and who slept,
even though falling asleep was difficult.
Evil spirits lurked in crevices and alcoves all around, remnants of
malevolent shadows. They hissed with hot bloodlust—and in fear of Bryce's
starlight. Only someone with the Starry Gift — or under the protection of
someone who had such a gift — could survive there.
She carried the Aster on her back and the dagger on her hip. They made
each step heavier, fighting a strange battle to get closer to each other, and
the attraction became more intense as they advanced deeper into the cave.
Bryce ignored them and instead continued analyzing the carvings on the
walls. On the ceiling, brutal images carved with care and precision: merciless,
endless battles and bloodshed. Cities in ruins. Lands that collapsed. All falling
into that river of starlight, as if the Star power had swept them away in a great
tide of destruction.
“A fancy magic tattoo,” Bryce explained, waving his hand. — But you can
continue.
Sathia managed to speak again.
— You have three of our most sacred artifacts. And yet, your plan is... what
do you want to do with the fae?
“Nothing,” Bryce replied. — You're right: I don't want anything to do with
them. —The carvings around them only strengthened that resolve. Even more
so the one that showed the massacre of the pegasi. She glanced sideways at
the female. - No offense.
But Sathia asked: —
Why?
Bryce wasn't in the mood for that conversation at all, and the way he looked
at the female showed it. But Sathia returned the look, frankly and without fear.
“I've already done that,” Bryce said, “I connected the fey of Midgard
to those of our home world. Prophecy fulfilled. Or did you expect
something else to happen?
Sathia's look was one of pure hatred. An untamed female, despite
the life she led.
— I was rooting for a fae queen. Someone capable of changing
things for the better.
“But he welcomed me instead,” Bryce countered, and continued
forward into the darkness, hands clenched at his sides. Maybe he
would use the power of the laser to rip those carvings out of the wall.
With the same ease with which Rigelus had destroyed the statues of
the Eternal Palace. Perhaps she would send out a blast of light so
cruel that it would destroy all the evil spirits around her. — The fae dug
their own grave. Now you can lie down in it.
Sathia didn't say anything else.
Flynn and Dec abandoned Ruhn as soon as they left the archives, so
he and Lidia could share a painfully silent meal in the castle's empty
dining room.
He had so many things to ask, to talk about, so many things he
wanted to know. But I couldn't find the right words.
So all I did was eat, the unbearable noise of the fork hitting the plate,
each bite like breaking glass. And when they were done, they returned
to their rooms in silence, each step echoing in the hallway, loud as
thunder.
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He wanted her to be naked beneath him, moaning his name, he wanted her to
tell him everything and he wanted... he wanted his friend back. The friend he
could talk to honestly, who knew things about him that no one else knew.
He took another step and noticed that she was shaking. Whether it was out of fear
or because he had to contain himself, he couldn't say.
— Lidia — he murmured, finally stopping in front of her, and Lidia closed
her eyes, swallowing hard.
Her scent changed—like flowers blooming on a sunny morning. That smell
was a turn on. His dick was throbbing so much that it hurt.
It didn't matter that they were in the middle of the hallway, their terrible
cousins lurking. He placed his hand on her waist, almost groaning at the sharp
curve of her body, which fit perfectly into his hand.
She relaxed, docile in his hands, tilting her head more. An invitation. He
licked the base of her neck, sliding his hand from her waist to her ass...
He stood there like an idiot, panting, his hard cock pressed against his
pants as she… stared at him. With wide eyes.
Lying on the hard, cold floor, Bryce tried to pretend that she was back
in bed, that there wasn't a rock poking her hip bone, that her arm was
the most comfortable of all the pillows...
From the way Sathia tossed and turned nearby, she knew the
female was also unable to find a sleeping position.
Bryce lay on her back, her starlight moving with her, transmitting
her every movement like a beacon. Damn, how could he sleep with that
headlight in his eyes...
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She looked up at the ceiling, with carvings that looked like the
branches of a forest. A beautiful and remarkable work that was never
documented, never revealed to the world. Only a few royal fae males
came looking for Aster.
This sword was now on his left, a vibrant, pulsing presence stimulated
by the Truth Revealer on his right, pulsing in response. As if the blades
were talking.
Females had never been allowed inside, but now there were two
female fae there. I hoped that all the long-dead princes buried in the
caves were turning over in their sarcophagi.
Then, she lay on her side, looking at the star-carved river, illuminated
by its starlight. The river of his lineage, destined to last for millennia.
Blood of your blood, in literal form and full of stars. Her lineage ran
through those caves. A legacy of pain and cruelty.
She wished Danika was with her. If there was anyone who could
understand the complexity of such a shitty legacy, the weight of having
the future of a people on their shoulders, it was Danika.
Danika, who wanted more for this world, for Bryce.
Lit up.
But perhaps the fae and their lineage were not worthy of the light of
Bryce. Maybe they deserved to fall into eternal darkness.
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***
The dining room doors opened as they were finishing their meal, and Ruhn
prepared to see one of his asshole cousins. But a tall fae male entered,
looking around before carefully closing the door. As if he didn't want to be
seen.
— Lidia Cervos. — The male's voice shook.
Ruhn reached for the knife in his boot as the male approached the table.
Lidia watched him with an impassive expression.
Lidia nodded, but her movement seemed to say thank you, please
stop.
Not out of humility or shame, but because of the pain on his lowered
face. As if he couldn't bear to hear all that.
He held out the family portrait again.
— I thought you would like to see the result of your choices that night.
— Far from wanting to be insensitive, but why? There were only seven of them.
It wouldn't make any difference to the rebellion.
— Maybe not for Ophion as a whole, but it would have made a difference
for their family. — She didn't look at him. — Partners, children, parents... all
those who hoped they would return safely.
She opened the door and didn't speak again until they were in the hallway.
“I could have saved even more,” she said softly, her eyes glued to the floor
as they walked down the empty hallway.
— I should have saved even more.
***
Lidia had no idea what to think of her meeting with the former rebel that
morning.
Perhaps Urd had sent him to remind her that the choices and sacrifices
she had made had somehow made a difference in the world. No matter how
much they destroyed it.
The Queen of the Ocean did not let her choose whether or not she could
stay on the ship, not twelve years ago or at that moment. But here, on this dull
faerie island... at least she could find people who had reaped the benefits of
the horrible position in which she had been placed.
Flynn and Declan had not yet arrived at the archives, and the silence was
becoming unbearable as she and Ruhn began their investigation.
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search; the only scents were of musty catalog cards and Ruhn's inviting,
reassuring scent. Lidia found herself talking to the row of catalog cards:
— Why are you looking at me like that? — asked Ruhn, his voice low,
thick. She noticed every movement of the muscles in his shoulders, his arms,
his powerful thighs as he approached. How the sunlight shone on her long
dark hair, a cascade as silky as night. The shaved side of his head that seemed
to beg for Lidia to run her fingers through his soft hair while she nibbled on his
pointed ear...
The discreet smile he gave her made her knees feel weak. But
Ruhn said nothing more as they explored the back corridor of the
archives, opening and closing doors. A closet crammed with half-
rotted brooms and mops, a nearby one adorned with trays of various
quartz crystals—no doubt some kind of academic recording device
necessary for this technology-free island—and a few empty rooms
with chipped tables that must have been been used as private offices.
Ruhn approached her, and his scent made her melt between his
legs.
— I don't know why everyone thought Avallen would be a fairytale
paradise. I've been telling Bryce for years how horrible this place is.
Lidia put aside the gunk in the cauldron and began opening the
cupboards. A mouse had taken up residence in a box of stale biscuits,
but at least there was a sealed jar of tea bags.
She cleared her throat and started looking for two mugs.
“Morven never gave any reason why the Asteri or I should investigate
this place. He always showed up when called upon and offered his services
without question. He was, as Rigelus said, a perfect servant.
—So no one ever wondered anything about the mists and the fact that
Morven could hide behind them whenever he wanted? — The fire came to
life and Ruhn stood up, stepping back to monitor it.
***
They discovered nothing new that day. Flynn and Dec seemed content to let them
work alone, because once again they didn't show their face. Or it could be that they
went out to do some important work and, without being able to send a message or
call, they weren't able to notify you.
“Listen to this,” Lidia said, and Ruhn stopped his endless searching to walk to
where she had opened an ancient scroll.
He noticed the way she had observed him earlier, the desire in her eyes, her
smell. He was so distracted that he almost couldn't light the fire in that den they called
the kitchen.
But Ruhn held back the urge to smell her, to bury his face in her neck and lick
her soft skin. Lidia pointed to the parchment spread out in front of her.
—The catalog listed the title of this scroll as The Roots of Earth Magic.
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- AND?
Lidia twisted her mouth.
— I find it strange that both Flynn and Sathia can't stand Avallen.
“I don't think they lied,” Lidia said, and pointed to the maps on the other
table, where Dec had discarded them. — I think the Avallen they visited for the
first time, with all those ley lines and magic... I think it existed. But then
something changed.
— But we already knew that — commented Ruhn, cautiously. — That
something has changed.
— Yes — Lidia agreed — but the mists haven't changed. Could this be
intentional? They left the mists intact, but the
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The rest was altered... entire islands disappeared, the land itself became
putrified.
—But only the fae would be harmed... and we all know they're selfish
bastards. They would never give up power voluntarily.
—What do you think they wanted to hide? Why rot your own land?
Bryce stood with Baxian on the bank of a second river, surveying the
path on the far bank, his star shining dimly in that direction. The river
passage was narrow enough that he had to teleport them. She kept the
starlight shining, the evil spirits whispering evils around her.
There was nothing useful in the carvings until that moment. Fae
slaying dragons, fae dancing in circles, fae basking in their own glory.
Nothing useful. All kinds of petty shit. Bryce gritted his teeth.
— Danika was like that too, you know — Baxian said, quietly, so the
others wouldn't hear — with the wolves. I hated what many of them had
become and I wanted to understand why this had happened.
“No,” Bryce admitted. Baxian waited. She took a long sigh. —And
the fae I met in the other world weren't so bad either. I might even have
become friends with them if circumstances had been different.
— Yes, it was shit. But until Holstrom defied orders, the wolves didn't
help anyone either.
— Where do you want to get to?
— I want to say that the right leader makes all the difference.
Bryce recoiled at the words: the right leader. Baxian continued: —
The Valbaran fae may not be the most charitable people in our world,
but remember who has led them for the last five hundred years. And
long before that. The same happens with wolves. Primo isn't bad, but
he's the only decent guy among several brutal leaders. Danika was
working to change things, and that's why they killed her.
“Rigelus told me they killed her to keep information about their true
nature under control,” Bryce said.
He remained serious.
— If you think it would work, then it might.
Bryce frowned. But he took a long breath.
— If we survive this shit with the asteri, I'll think about it.
— One thing can be linked to another — he replied.
—If you start talking nonsense about raising an army
feérico to face the stars...
— No. We are not in an epic film. — He tilted his head.
—But if you think you could...
Bryce laughed, despite being upset.
- It's true. I'll add it to my to-do list.
Baxian gave a discreet smile.
— I just wanted you to know that Danika was with these
same thoughts.
— I wish she had talked to me about it. Bryce sighed. —And many other
things.
"She wanted to," he said gently, "and I think putting that Horn on your back
was her way of maybe... guiding you down a similar path."
— Typical Danika.
“She saw something in you… saw what you could represent to the fae. —
The sadness in his voice was unbearable. — She was good at seeing that kind
of thing in people.
Bryce touched his arm.
— I'm glad she could talk to you. I'm very happy.
He gave a sad smile.
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— I'm also very happy because she had you. I couldn't be by her
side, I couldn't leave Sandriel's side, and I'm so fucking grateful that she
had someone who loved her unconditionally around her.
Hunt summoned lightning into his fingers, letting it snake through his hair as
the two fae kings approached, one wreathed in flame, the other in shadow.
The hissing of evil spirits and the bad smell had covered the approach of the
kings. Unless Morven had wanted the evil spirits to make such a noise, so
that they could approach without Baxian hearing them.
Hunt's lightning was just a spark of what it could be if it didn't have the
halo, but it would be enough to fry those two sons of bitches...
The Autumn King only had eyes for Bryce, pure hatred
distorting his features.
— Did you really think that closet was enough to stop me?
Sathia hissed softly, shocked by what she saw. But Hunt demanded:
— Where the fuck is Ruhn?
“Too busy courting that cheating bitch,” Morven replied. — He didn't even
notice when my nephews stole those two idiots.
Two voices said in Hunt's mind: We're going to kill you and fuck your
partner until...
Starlight shone, silencing the voices but revealing the murderous twins
hiding behind the two kings. A few steps away from Dec and Flynn, as if the
brothers were ordering the evil spirits to restrain the males.
Bryce shone, white sparkling against the blue and gold of the Autumn
King's flames, the impenetrable darkness of Morven's shadows.
—Then you can kill them both right now, because I'm not going back with
you.
Flynn and Dec looked indignantly at her, but the evil spirits held them
steady. Morven said nothing. Not even their shadows moved. The killer twins
just looked at Bryce, preparing for a fight.
Bring it on, assholes, Hunt wanted to say. From the way the twins looked
at him, he wondered if they had caught his thoughts.
“Cormac was more of a warrior than you will ever be,” Tharion replied,
that column of water narrowing until it was as sharp as a needle.
— You dishonor our people and our history by carrying these blades
— accused Morven.
“Don't forget I carry this too,” Bryce said, and
raised his hand. A light, pure and concentrated, shone there.
— Ah, do you think that this little light of nothing can destroy the true
darkness? Morven teased, the shadows rising behind him in a dark wave.
They were deep, suffocating, lifeless.
Hunt summoned his lightning again, a chain wrapped around his wrist
and forearm. One lash and he would fry the evil spirits holding Dec and
Flynn, releasing two more allies in this fight...
But the Autumn King beheld that concentrated seed of light on Bryce's
finger. Its flames thickened. Any amusement or anger disappeared from
his expression as he muttered to Morven:
- Run.
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A sharp, burning beam of light shot from his hand toward the ceiling: And
a hail of stones
fell upon them.
***
Ruhn had just decided that he needed to look for his friends, who hadn't
shown up all day. He was about to do so when they left the archives that night,
when he found himself returning to the rooms with Lidia.
“I know this is an unusual situation,” she said when they reached his door,
“but I enjoyed working with you today.
He stopped, choking a little before he managed to say: — It must
be nice to finally be able to... be yourself. Without
to hide.
“It's complicated,” she commented softly.
She moved, as if she wanted to say more but didn't know.
like, so Ruhn decided to do him a favor by asking:
—Want to come in for a bit? — At her arched eyebrow, he added: — Just
to talk.
Her lips curved, but she nodded. He opened the door, stepping aside to
let her in. They sat in the worn armchairs in front of the roaring fire, and for a
moment Lidia looked into the flames as if they were speaking to her.
She held his gaze, eyes as golden as the flames before them, and his
heart quickened.
— No. I was shocked, but it didn't make anything complicated.
— Shocked?
She pointed at him.
- You are you.
- And that's bad?
She laughed, so typical of Day that he could barely breathe.
— You are the defiant, party-loving prince. With all those piercings and
tattoos. I didn't think I would be a rebel.
— Believe me, it wasn’t in my medium-term plan either.
She laughed again, the breathless sound going straight to his dick,
wrapping it tightly. Her voice had that effect.
— Why risk it?
- At the beginning? — He shrugged, fighting the growing lust that
throbbed through his body. —Cormac blackmailed me.
I said I was going to tell my father about my ability to speak between minds.
But then I realized it was... the right thing to do.
Ruhn nodded.
She looked at him carefully.
— Your father too... doesn't deserve a son like you.
Those words shouldn't mean anything, especially when coming from the
Doe, but Ruhn felt his throat tighten at their sincerity.
children.
— Let me guess: you participated in some kind of secret sexual rite and
got pregnant?
Her eyes widened and then she laughed, the sound coming from the back
of her throat—a deep, guttural sound.
— In short, yes. A fertility ritual, deep in the Aldosian Forest. I was
selected from among the females in my family. A male from another family
was chosen. We didn't know each other, nor did we know which family the
other belonged to. It was quick and not at all interesting, and if there was
fertility magic, I have no idea how Hell worked.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the restless movement
at odds with her usual demeanor, always so poised. Ruhn resisted the
urge to put his hand on her shoulder.
— I knew it was a matter of days before Pollux and the others
smelled the pregnancy. Athalar was still with us at the time. So I staged
my own kidnapping and disappearance. I made it look like Ophion had
taken me. I didn't even know where I was running.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the babies. At that point, I already
knew they were twins and that I would do anything to keep them out of
my father's reach. From the hands of Sandriel. Deep down, I knew
what kind of monsters I served. I always knew. And I didn't want to be
like them. Not just for the babies' sake, but for mine as well. So, I ran
away.
—And that's where the Queen of the Ocean found you? - His voice
it sounded hoarse.
She would make up a lie about being interrogated and held prisoner for more
than two years and come back. He would gain the asteri's appreciation, their
trust. He would provide any information he obtained to Ophion and, by
extension, the Ocean Queen.
— And he couldn't see his children.
— No. I wouldn't see my children again. At least not until the Ocean
Queen allowed me to.
- That is terrible.
— It's what kept them safe.
—And kept you in her service.
— Yes. But I tried to save the rebels I encountered along the way.
path.
—Was it your idea or hers to save them? - He hadn't realized
how important that answer was until I asked the question.
— I told you, I understood who I worked for. And despite having to play
the role of interrogator and loyal servant, I did everything in my power to
mitigate the damage. Some agents were about to speak, to tell vital secrets.
Those were the ones I had to kill. “Accidents” during torture. But the deaths
were always quick and merciful. Those who resisted, or who had a chance...
I tried to get them out of there. It didn't always work.
that I am, forever ignored the little voice that whispered that all this was wrong.
He laughed.
She smiled.
—And you saw me. For the first time you saw me. I could talk to you like I
had never talked to anyone before. You reminded me that I was... I'm... alive. I
haven't felt this way in a long time.
Her face tightened. And Ruhn couldn't bear to see her cry, with relief and
joy. Then he leaned forward, bringing his mouth to hers.
The kiss didn't start out innocently. Mouth open, teeth clashing, tongues
clashing. Her hands on his neck, pulling him towards her
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He stiffened.
- What? — If she wanted to stop, he would. Whatever she wanted, he
would give her.
She ran her fingers over his chest. Ruhn winced as she asked, “Are you
sure?”
“I'm here,” he said again, leaning down to kiss her neck. - I am here. — A
kiss just below the ear. She moved her hands up, stroking his back. He had
stopped shaking. “I'm here,” he said, kissing the base of her neck. Unzipping
the front of his tactical jumpsuit.
She was without a bra. Those full breasts with pink nipples, which filled
his hands. He cursed and couldn't help it. He had to lower his head and suck
one of the nipples.
She took a deep breath, the sound almost seeming to burn his dick.
He grazed his teeth over her nipple, pulling slowly.
Her hands wandered around his waist, ending up in front of his body
and... no, not now. I wanted to explore it first. Without taking his mouth off
that delicious breast, he grabbed her wrists and held her
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her hands above her head, settling more firmly between her legs.
She flinched.
It was the most discreet of movements, but he noticed it. The whole body
contracting. Ruhn stopped and raised his head. He looked at her.
For the hands I had held...
That son of a bitch.
Ruhn released her at once.
It would kill him. Rip off all of Pollux's limbs one by one,
pity for pity, for having done this to Lidia, for hurting her...
Her gaze softened. He placed his palms on
either side of his face and whispered:
— Just an old memory.
One that shouldn't be there. One that Pollux put there.
— Spirit.
He held her wrists gently, giving each one a kiss. He then rested them
both on her chest, his hands above her heart, kissing her as he did so.
—Ruhn. — She repeated, but he lay down next to her, hugging her waist.
But this was more than sex. And as their breathing returned to normal,
as they stared at each other in the near darkness, he had never felt so seen.
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***
—Is that a laser? — Tharion shouted as the rock that had been cut by the light
collapsed, blocking access to the two fae kings, Flynn, Dec and the murderous
twins. In addition to evil spirits.
because of the argument they had. She hadn't said anything, which meant that his
own partner no longer trusted him, and he had no idea how to fix it...
Hunt didn't wait to see if Baxian followed before he tightened his wings and
jumped.
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Hunt shivered, teeth grinding, as he scrambled to the dark shore, dimly lit by
Bryce's star.
After a rapid and disorienting descent, the river calmed and flowed into the
calmest part around them, the small bank providing the only path of escape.
Tharion was already close to Bryce, with a trembling Sathia between them, and
Baxian was crawling to shore a few feet from Hunt, dark wings dragging on the
rock beside him.
— No. Now — he warned, standing up, the water dripping from his boots,
his wings soaked and too heavy. — You say we're all in this together, that we
make all the decisions together, and then you do shit like that?
— It means I'm not going to let my fear and my guilt swallow me. — The others
remained silent, several meters away. — It means I'm putting all this shit aside and
focusing on what needs to be done!
- And I dont? — He opened his arms, pointing to the caves around them. Lightning
flickered in his hands. — I'm here, aren't I?
— Do you really want to be? — Her voice echoed off the rocks. — Because it seems
your fear of the consequences outweighs your desire to defeat the Asteri.
“And get over it,” he growled, unable to stop the words from coming out. — It will be
very difficult to enjoy freedom if we are
dead.
— I'd rather die trying to get rid of them than spend the rest
of life knowing the truth without having done anything.
He could barely hear it above the roaring in his head.
— Everyone we love would also die. Are you willing to risk that? Your mother and
your father? Cooper? Syrinx? Fury and June? Are you willing to allow them all to be
tortured and killed?
— How did you know you needed to come here? Baxian asked
Bryce, probably trying to ease the tension that now filled the cave
with as much force as the suffocating fog.
“Because I've been here before,” Bryce said, his voice still a little
rough.
Even Hunt's anger subsided enough that he wondered if she had
hit her head in the river. Especially when they approached a solid wall.
***
Flynn and Dec still hadn't turned up for breakfast the next day. And Ruhn's
quick run through the castle and its grounds revealed no sign of them. Or
the killer twins. Just a few fae nobles and servants, not knowing whether to
mock him or bow down. He ignored them and was running back to the room
when Lidia came out.
as he grabbed two guns from the bedside table and holstered them
on his thighs. — I'm telling us to think of a strategy before going to
their rescue.
Something burned in Ruhn's chest, and he didn't dare name the
feeling.
But he felt it anyway as they prepared to go and save their friends.
***
Hunt didn't let his guard down, not for a second. Even when every
word of his fight with Quinlan hung in the air like permanent fireworks.
Lightning flickered in one fist; the sword was stuck in the other. He left
neither of them aside as they entered a chamber at the other end of
the tunnel.
Bryce nodded.
— This must be where the Aster usually stays when not in use. —
Her voice was monotonous, as if the argument had exhausted her.
Hunt surveyed the vaulted space, examining the stories told on the walls: an
archipelago nestled above a sea of starlight, an idyllic and serene land—
everything the world believed Avallen to be.
What seemed like seas or rivers of stars were now filled with starlight,
coming to... life. Moving, cascading, flowing. A secret illustration, which
could only be seen by those who had the gift and the vision.
The rippling river of starlight flowed straight into the sarcophagus in the
center of the chamber. It swirled around him like a whirlwind.
Bryce threw himself against the coffin, flexing his legs as he pushed...
The sword and the knife attracted each other more strongly with each step
she took, descending the secret staircase. As if they wanted to be there,
as if they needed to be there. Just when Bryce thought he could take them
off for some relief, he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Through the mist, it was possible to hear the sound of water dripping
in a narrow stream, right in the center of the chamber. Some branch of the
river one level up, filtered through dark rock. And beside the stream stood
a black pitcher and bowl, resting on an engraving of an eight-pointed star.
Her teeth were chattering against the cold, but even that seemed
irrelevant as Bryce examined the stream, the pitcher, and the bowl. The
eight-pointed star. Two of the ends had slits, one smaller and one larger.
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— Helena carved this place using the same gifts that her sister, Silene, used
on their homeworld. But there's a big difference.
One reason why she chose this location to build the
caves.
She knelt down and rubbed her fingers through the dust that had formed on her face.
both sides of the cut. He raised his finger to Hunt's face.
— Do you recognize that?
Hunt studied the shiny black dust on his fingers and paled.
“These caves are made of black salt,” Bryce said. I had noticed since the evil
spirit had made those lines on the wall.
He recognized the smell, the rotten, oily sensation. One sample was enough to
confirm his suspicions.
Hunt frowned.
— Do you think Helena was trying to summon her sister from their home world?
“No,” Bryce said, shaking his head. — She made Silene come back to be
safe... She was a great asshole, but she would never do anything to put her sister
at risk.
—So why did you build this place? — asked Tharion.
It was Sathia who understood first.
—To conjure demons. To talk directly to Hell.
A stunned silence shook the room.
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He wants it to remain the same as when Pelias was alive. Helena knew these
males well. She knew that if she hid it here, everything would be preserved
and remain intact.
— Okay, assuming for a moment that we believe all this — Tharion
objected — how do you know this was some secret chamber she used to talk
to Hell, of all places? What do the pitcher and bowl mean?
—That all this salt down here made you thirsty? — he suggested
Baxian e Hunt grunhiu.
But Sathia walked to the stream.
—That water passes right through the black salt, and this chamber is full
of it. — She looked into Bryce's eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. — Is it possible
to conjure a demon by drinking water mixed with black salt?
— I have never heard of anything like that, not even during my years of
demon hunting,” Hunt said.
— If Helena had been summoning demons here, someone would have
noticed — commented Baxian. — The temperature would drop enough for
anyone else in the caves to feel it, even one level higher.
“Maybe she wouldn't conjure them here,” Bryce said, walking over to the
jar and bowl, to the eight-pointed star where they rested. The cracks at two of
the ends are very deep... too deep for him to be able to see where they
penetrated the rock. But Bryce hit the side of his own head. - But here.
Hunt shouted:
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Together then. As their powers and their souls were linked, they would drink the salt water
together.
“That...might be a bad idea,” Tharion said as Bryce and Hunt sat facing each other, knee
to knee and hand to hand.
"So what," Baxian said as Sathia filled the water bowl, "are you going to drink and hope
you pass out and... talk to Hell?" Ask for the answers about the sword and the knife that
perhaps they forgot to tell you until now?
“Helena left this here,” Bryce said, looking into Hunt's eyes. There was no doubt or fear,
just the purest focus shining in his partner's eyes. — Just like Silene left everything in the
caves of her home world. For someone to find. Someone who could carry the Aster and who
would be brought here by starlight.
Someone who has also discovered the truth... and knows where to look. — Bryce looked at
the ceiling, the stairs leading up. — I think Helena left this to help us.
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Bryce was falling backwards and still wasn't moving. His body remained
kneeling, but his soul fell, frozen, into darkness, into nothingness and
nowhere. A presence around her, next to her, flashed like lightning. Hunt.
flickered. But the lights got closer. Closer and closer. And when they
passed by the light of their star...
Aidas showed a discreet smile — joy and hope
illuminating his magnificent eyes.
— It looks like you got a little lost on the way to me, Bryce Quinlan.
But welcome to Hell.
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It took two days of work without rest to help the people of Prados.
But Ithan didn't care, he barely thought about the need to go to
Avallen to find Sofie's body or the exhaustion while digging through
the rubble, carrying the dead or dying, or holding the injured long
enough for Hypaxia or another medwitch to save them. And there
were still many. So many humans, injured or dead.
No sign of the governor, but at least the 33rd appeared. The Aux
and a small number of wolves arrived soon after. Ithan kept away
from the wolves, both to avoid conflict and to avoid being spotted by
any Asteri sympathizers who might have come to brag about the
destruction.
He kept his head down. He continued working. Doing what little I
could to help, to clean up or at least move those who were gone with
dignity.
There were no Sailboats, not for humans. There were never
Sailboats for them. So their bodies were laid out in rows and rows
inside the lobby of the nearest intact office building.
Nearly a dozen wolves appeared. The equivalent of two packs
were willing to help. How embarrassing.
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For the first five minutes, Tharion didn't stop monitoring Bryce and Hunt's
breathing.
Baxian and Tharion caught them as their bodies fell backwards,
unconscious, causing them to lie on the black salt floor. They didn't
move. The only sign that they were alive was their chests rising and
falling. Whatever was happening was actually happening in everyone's
mind.
Tharion, Sathia and Baxian sat a few meters away
of friends, full of caution.
— How long are we going to wait? asked Sathia. - Until
try to wake them up, I mean.
Tharion exchanged a look with Baxian.
- Fifteen minutes?
— Thirty better — replied Baxian. Then he added: — But we will
continue monitoring.
Silence fell, broken only by their breathing and the sound of the
stream running through the cave. Beside Tharion, Sathia turned the bowl
of black salt in her slender hands, over and over again.
Lost in your thoughts.
— Have you ever done something like this? asked Baxian, noticing
her discomfort.
“No,” she replied. — I'm not very adventurous.
— Have you already gone through your Ordeal? asked Baxian.
She nodded discreetly. It hadn't been a good experience.
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Tharion looked to where Bryce and Hunt were lying, completely still.
—And treat female fae like brood mares and force them to
getting married is too.
Sathia just tilted her head.
— You ran away from your marriage to the River Queen's daughter...
only to end up married to a stranger.
He knew Baxian was listening intently, though the Hellhound kept his
focus on Bryce and Athalar.
— It seemed like a better option.
- Does not make sense.
He sighed. And perhaps because they were on some cursed island in
the middle of the Haldren, perhaps because they were hundreds of feet
underground, with only Cthona as a witness, he said:
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The black boat Aidas took Bryce and Hunt to was a mix of the one that had taken them to
Avallen and the boat that transported the bodies to the Bone Quarter. But instead of a deer
head, there was a deer skull on the bow, with greenish flames flickering in its eyes as it sailed
through the cave. The mysterious green light illuminated black rocks carved into pillars and
buildings, walkways and temples.
Each and every word seemed to have slipped from Hunt's mind.
Apollion, the Prince of the Moat, had just called him...
Bryce jumped out of the boat and reached the shore, his chest burning
with starlight.
—What the hell did you just say?
It didn't matter the tension or the open fight between them; she would still
defend him in any way she could. Hunt leapt after her, the wings steadying
him as his boots clacked on the loose black rocks. Apollion called him son...
The Moat Prince descended the stairs, each step seeming to echo
through the vast cavern. Another male in black armor followed him, his curly
hair almost hidden by his war helmet.
— You will find that you cannot hurt us, nor we you, in such a state.
— His deep voice resounded like thunder on the walls.
Son. It wasn't possible...
— Helena planned it like this — explained Aidas. His gaze remained
fixed on Bryce as he explained, “During my time with Theia, Helena
was a quiet girl, but she was always listening.
- What?
— Let's sit down and talk in a civilized way — Aidas said
at Bryce, who was looking at the shadows of the temple looming at the
top of the stairs.
— I think we're good here — She dodged. Hunt resumed
your thoughts enough to follow her line of reasoning.
He saw them then. The dogs. Her milky eyes shone in the darkness
between the pillars.
“They won't hurt you,” Aidas assured, pointing to the dogs that
looked a lot like the Shepherd Bryce and Hunt had fought in the Bone
Quarter. — They are companions of Thanatos.
— We don't have much time — said Aidas irritably. — The dream won't
last long. Please... enter the temple. — He inclined his head in a half-bow.
— On my honor, no harm will come to you.
Hunt opened his mouth to say that the Gorge Prince's honor didn't
mean shit, but Bryce's whiskey-colored eyes took Aidas up and down,
taking his time. And then she said:
- All good.
Setting aside all thoughts and furious questions for a moment, Hunt
kept an eye on the exit behind them as they left the rocky shore for the
smooth steps of the temple. As they ascended, they entered a space that
was almost a mirror of the temples of their homeland—in fact, the layout
was identical to the last temple Hunt had been to: the Temple of Urd.
such a loyal and badass partner for him. They could trust her to get the
answers they needed.
- What do you know? — Aidas asked her. — Not just about Athalar,
but about the entire history of Midgard.
“Rigelus has a small room where he displays his achievements,”
Bryce said, the softness fading from his face as he crossed his arms. —
He has a whole section where he shows how to invade your planet. And
I know Hell once had warring factions, but you guys sorted all that shit
out and marched together to drive out the Asteri. A year later, you hunted
them across the stars and found them on Midgard. They fought with
them again and this time it didn't work. You were driven from Midgard
and have been trying to return through the Northern Rift ever since.
— The Asteri ordered Pelias to use the Horn to close the Northern
Rift, to defend themselves from attacks. That's what he did, isolating
all the other worlds in the process, but the Horn broke before he could
close it to Hell once and for all. A tiny gap was left in the Rift and my
kind were able to sneak through. Helena used black salt to contact me,
hoping to launch another offensive against the Asteri, but we couldn't
figure out how. Unless the Rift was wide open, we wouldn't be able to
attack. And there were so few of us that we wouldn't have the slightest
chance.
The Cave of the Princes was as dirty and messy as Ruhn remembered.
But at least he had some starlight to keep the evil spirits at bay in the
misty darkness. Even though it took most of his concentration to summon
it and keep it glowing.
It had been hours since he and Lidia had walked in there, and he
had immediately smelled Flynn and Dec wafting through the air. Along
with Morven's and the killer twins'. But it was the sixth smell that sent
Ruhn running through the passages, Lidia keeping up with him easily.
A scent that haunted his nightmares, whether he was awake or asleep.
Somehow, the Autumn King was there. And the father was not
waiting for Ruhn, but heading deeper into the caves, after Bryce. Ruhn
kept going, even when his legs demanded a break.
The scents of Morven and her father — with the others who were
with them — passed through almost hidden tunnels and steep passages,
as if the Stag King knew all the secret and direct routes.
As King of Avallen, it was very likely that he did. Or perhaps evil spirits
showed the way.
Finally, Ruhn's body demanded water and he took a break.
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Lidia didn't complain, she did nothing but follow him, always alert to any
threat. However, as they ran down the hall once again, she said softly: — I'm
sorry about last night.
— Everything I did with Pollux, I did because I wanted to. Even though at
Sometimes I found his type of entertainment difficult to stomach.
“I understand,” Ruhn said, a little hoarsely. - In truth.
I'm not judging, Lidia. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do.
Never.
- But I want.
Lidia looked at his mouth.
- I want? — he asked, his voice coming out in a lower tone.
— Know what your body is like. Your mouth. In real life. Not in a dream
world.
His dick got hard, and Ruhn moved. He didn't hide the lust in his tone of
voice, his smell, when he said: — Whenever you want,
Lidia.
Less now, obviously. But after he resolved what
whatever shit was going on in the caves...
The pulse in her throat seemed to vibrate in response.
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“I know what Theia did,” Bryce said, shaking his head. — She tried to send her
daughters back to their home world, but only Silene succeeded.
Aidas nodded.
— Theia used the Harp to divide her magic, all her magic, between
the three of them. A third for Silene. A rosary for Helena. And the rest
stayed with Theia. — An ancient sadness appeared in his eyes.
— But she didn't save enough to protect herself. Why do you think Theia
died at the hands of Pelias that day? With only a third of her power, she
didn't stand a chance against him.
—And the sword and the knife? asked Bryce.
— Theia did everything she could to prevent the Asteri from wielding
their power to use the sword and knife. Both weapons were linked to her
power, as Theia had helped make them both — Aidas explained calmly.
— That's why Aster calls for the descendantsof Helena... of Theia. But
only those who have enough Theia starlight to activate their power. Your
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Ancestors called these Star Fae. The Asteri had no power over the
blades; they don't have Theia's connection to weapons. As the Aster and
the knife were both Made by Theia at the same time, the bond between
them has always united them. They have been trying to unite for a long
time, as they were at the time of their Creation.
“Like attracts,” Bryce murmured. — That's why Aster and the Truth
Revealer continue to want to be close to each other. Why are they so
excited?
Aidas nodded.
— I believe that when you opened the Gate, despite your desire to
come to Hell, Aster's desire to be close to the knife and vice versa was
so strong that the portal was redirected to the world where they were
Made. With the door closed between the worlds, they were unable to
reunite. But once you opened it, the pull of the blades was stronger than
your untrained will.
With Aster in hand, she went straight to the Truth Revealer, landing
on that grass just a few meters from Azriel and the dagger.
Aidas didn't seem surprised, but the other two princes wore such similar
confused expressions that she almost smiled. Bryce looked at Hunt, who
nodded discreetly. Carry on, he seemed to say.
Then Bryce explained how she claimed the power of the Prison, what
she saw and learned from Silene's memory, her confrontation with Vesperus.
Bryce finished:
— I thought Silene had left her power, but she still had magic afterwards.
It must have been Theia's power that she left in the stones. It was absorbed
by mine, as if it were mine. And when my light shone through the Autumn
King's prism, it was transformed.
It felt... more complete. Now tinged with darkness.
Aidas reflected:
— I would say you already had a third of Theia's power, the part that
was originally given to Helena... that came to you through Helena's lineage,
and you took another third from Silene's hiding place. But if you can find the
last third, the part Theia had kept for herself... I wonder what her light will
look like then. What will you be able to do?
Bryce gave a small smile as the weight was lifted from his shoulders.
back.
Hunt interrupted:
— So, just to understand: there is still a third fraction of the
power of Theia out there... or was there?
— Helena knew that the fraction of her mother's magic she possessed
would be passed on to future generations — said Aidas. —But when Theia died,
all that was left of her power stayed in Aster. Theia placed it on the blade after
separating her daughters' share.
Bryce shook his head.
- Let me see if I got it. Theia divided her power into three parts: one for each
of her daughters, and she transferred the last part to Aster. So the final part of
her magic is in that blade?
Waiting there all this time?
“No,” said Aidas. — Helena removed it.
Bryce groaned.
- Serious? Can nothing be easy?
Aidas snorted.
— Helena didn't think it wise to leave what was left of Theia's star on the
sword, even in secret.
— But how would the Asteri have been able to exercise Theia's power to
use the sword and the knife — asked Bryce — if she was dead?
“Because then the knife and the sword would be together,” he said.
Thanatos.
— But what kind of threat do they pose? asked Bryce, almost shouting in
irritation. — The Autumn King said they can open a portal to nowhere… Is
that it?
— Yes — confirmed Aidas. —And together, they can unleash final
destruction. Theia separated them to prevent the asteri from having this
ability. She didn't know how the weapons could be joined by someone
outside of her bloodline, but the Asteri were known for being...creative.
—How did Helena transfer the power of the sword? She didn't have the
Harp,” Bryce asked.
“No,” Aidas agreed. — But Helena knew that Midgard possessed magic
of its own. A type of raw magic that was weaker than that of his home world,
but could be potent in high concentrations. Helena learned that she flowed
through the world in great highways, natural channels for magic.
Everything fit.
“Thin places,” Bryce said with sudden certainty.
— Exactly — replied Apollion for Aidas, with a nod of approval. —The
Northern Rift, the Southern Rift… both sit atop a tremendous knot of ley
lines. And even though those under
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Avallen are not so strong, the island is a single tenuous place, thanks to the
black salt... which connects it to Hell.
— And the mists? Hunt asked. — What's the matter with them?
— The mists are the result of the power of ley lines — said Aidas.
— They are an indication of a tenuous place. Hoping to find a ley line strong
enough to help her transfer and hide Theia's power, Helena sent a fleet of
earth-magic fey to search every misty place they could find on Midgard. When
she heard about a place shrouded in mist so thick it was almost impossible
to penetrate, Helena went to investigate. The mists opened for her... as if
they were waiting for her. She found the small network of caves in Avallen...
and the black salt beneath the surface.
— Helena knew that Pelias would never part with his trophy, at least until
he died. And when he finally died, she used the power of Avallen's ley lines
to take the star that her mother had imbued in Aster and hide it.
—Then why the prophecy about the sword and the knife? Hunt asked. —
If Theia was so scared of them reuniting, why all this nonsense about trying
to get them back together?
Aidas crossed his legs.
— Helena invented this prophecy, sowing it in fae lore.
She knew that, despite all her mother's fear, it was necessary to have the
sword and the knife to destroy the asteri. She knew that if a descendant
appeared who could claim all three parts of the magic, he would
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I would need the sword and the knife to make this power count. The power of Theia,
when complete, is the only thing that can unite and activate the true power of these
blades and stop the tyranny of the Asteri.
Bryce's mouth was dry. He had finally found a way to defeat the Asteri.
—So where is it? asked Bryce. —Where is the last part of Theia's power?
“I don't know,” Aidas said sadly. — Helena didn’t tell anyone, not even me.
— So to unite the sword and the knife, Bryce needs to find the starlight that
Helena took from Aster, the last third of Theia's power, which is hidden somewhere
in Avallen?
— Yes — confirmed Aidas.
— But how do I get them to open that portal to somewhere
none... and what the hell does that mean, anyway? — Bryce complained.
Thanatos said:
— We've been asking ourselves this for ages.
Aidas ran his hand through his golden hair.
— Final destruction was the best guess we had.
“Fantastic,” Bryce muttered.
However, Hunt asked, “If Avallen is
one of the most powerful tenuous places, why did the Asteri allow the Fae to
live here?”
— Black salt, in large quantities, serves as a repellent for them. They never
realized that their presence attracted us as much as it repelled them,” said Apollion
with satisfaction. — It has the same properties that made us immune to the slavery
of your black crowns.
Bryce tensed at that and looked at Hunt. But the partner asked, leaving aside
doubts about himself
same:
— Did Helena know that the asteri were repelled from this place?
Aidas nodded.
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“Because she was scared,” Aidas said, his voice becoming tense.
suddenly. — For all of us.
“Okay,” Bryce said. — Final destruction.
“Yes,” said Aidas. Thanatos snorted dismissively, but Apollion
looked at Aidas with something akin to compassion. — Theia —
explained Aidas — created some theories about the union of the
blades, but never put them into practice. He feared that if he opened
a portal to nowhere, all of Midgard might be drawn in. It may be
possible that he could trap the Asteri in another world only to condemn
this world to follow them. So he decided it would be better to be
careful. And when she should have thrown caution out the window...
it was already too late for her. For us. It was safer and wiser to
separate the blades and their power.
“But Helena didn't believe that,” Bryce said.
— Helena believed the risk was worth it — said Aidas. — She
suffered a lot in the years after the First Wars, and she saw the
suffering of others too. I came to agree with her. She did not tell me
where she transferred Theia's power, but I know she made it
accessible to a descendant who might arise and find the light of Theia
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way, against all odds, unite the parts of Theia's power... and the two blades.
Hunt
demanded, “But what should Bryce do?” Find that last bit of Theia's power,
use it on the blades, and open that portal to nowhere while praying we don't all
get stuck with the asteri too?
“So,” Bryce said slowly, as if leaving the words alone, “why not use
settle the Horn to open the portal to nowhere?”
— Because nobody knows what it is... where it is. The sword and
knife somehow point to his location. It is only possible to reach this
portal through them.
Hunt's head swam. Hell, his head hadn't stopped spinning in the
last ten minutes. But Bryce didn't accept what he heard.
— My brothers and I had certain doubts about Helena’s plan. We continued to pin
our hopes on the reopening of the Northern Rift so that we could continue the fight
against the Asteri. If someone like you, a world wanderer, showed up and Avallen
wasn't yet accessible to claim Theia's power, you'd still need to find a way to... fuel
yourself, so to speak.
— You are the son of my two brothers only in the vaguest sense — said Aidas.
Hunt looked at her in disbelief, but Aidas smiled before continuing to speak to him:
— During the First Wars, as you call them, Thanatos helped Apollion create new
types of demons to fight on our side. The kristallos, designed to hunt the Horn... so
we can find an unobstructed path to Midgard. The pastor. The death hunters. — A
nod to Hunt, as if he knew of the scar left by one of them on Hunt's back. — They
were some of my brother's creations.
“But you rebelled,” Apollion told Hunt with great pride. — You
were too valuable to kill, but they wanted to destroy you. He was
enslaved for this purpose.
Hunt could barely feel his body.
— Can we please go back in time a little? — interrupted Bryce. —
You created the thunderbirds to supplement my power... in case I
never got the sword and knife, and if I ever needed an extra charge
to open the Rift. But when they were hunted, you... created Hunt, and
then I was born...
— Why do you think you are so skilled at hunting demons? It's in the
your blood... part of me is in your blood.
Nausea rose in Hunt's throat. The idea of owing something to the
Prince of the Moat...
— Just as he gave up some of his essence to others, so he provided
kristallos — said Thanatos —, me with something that I
could give you. The Fire of Hell.
- Hellfire? Bryce demanded.
“Lightning,” said Thanatos, waving an irritated hand.
— Capable of killing almost anything. Even an asteri.
— Is that how you killed Sirius? asked Bryce. - With
your… Hellfire?
“Yes,” said Apollion. Then he added to Hunt: — Your name came in
honor of that, whispered in your mother's ear when you were born.
Orion...master of Sirius.
“How funny,” Hunt replied. Then he asked: — Calm down... can my
lightning kill the asteri? — Hope blossomed, radiant and beautiful in his
chest.
“No,” said Apollion. — It’s… diluted from mine. It can harm them, but
not kill them. I believe your mother's angelic blood caused this power to
diminish.
Hope withered. And something darker took its place
when he asked:
— What was my mother's role in all this? - He could
accept some genetic interference, but...
— There was a scientist in the Asteri Archives — commented Aidas.
—An angel who was investigating the origins of thunderbirds, the
strangeness of their power. The project was named after an almost
forgotten storm god.
“Project Thurr,” Bryce added. — Was Danika also investigating? I
found mention of this after she
he died.
work. And with a willing male, only one female was needed to breed.
"But how," Hunt asked, fighting that numbing, blissful cold in his
chest, "did you drive the asteri out of Hell the first time?"
“To do that, you have to be close,” Aidas replied. —And the Asteri
know my brother's talents well. They will avoid you at all costs. — The
image of the princes began to fail, as if they were on a faulty screen.
—So if I open the Northern Rift with the Horn... —he said
Bryce.
Hunt cleared his throat in warning.
—Are you seven and your armies going to pass?
“The three of us,” Aidas added. — Our other four brothers are
involved in conflicts at the moment, helping other worlds.
“I didn't know you guys were, like, intergalactic saviors,” Bryce
teased.
Aidas' mouth curved upward. She could have sworn Apollion's did
too.
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Bryce reached out his ghostly hand towards Aidas, but the
Gorge Prince had disappeared.
And all Hell with it.
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When he opened his eyes, Bryce saw the fire. Burning, incandescent.
Hunt's lightning instantly surrounded her, but it was too late.
The Autumn King and Morven were in the chamber, they had
found them. Morven was shrouded in shadow, but her father glowed
with furious fire.
And in the center of the room, surrounded by a fire that not even
Tharion's water could extinguish, were her friends.
Bryce took a deep breath as he took in what he saw: Tharion,
Baxian, Sathia, Flynn, and Declan, all huddled together and
surrounded by fire. There was no sign of the evil spirits in the
shadows, but the murderous twins were outside the perimeter,
grinning like the idiots they were.
The Autumn King didn't bother surrounding her and Hunt with fire,
knowing that even Hunt's lightning couldn't stop him if he decided to
burn his prisoners to ashes. It was protection enough.
“Get up,” Morven ordered Bryce, shadows like whips in the Stag
King's hands. — We've already waited too long for you to come out
of this stupor.
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Hunt hissed, and when Bryce looked at him, he noticed the blistered
welts on his partner's forearm. They were burning Hunt to try to wake
him up...
Bryce looked up at the king of Avallen, crowned by shadows.
To his father, standing beside him, his face cold despite the fire at
his fingertips.
— What did you do with the black salt? asked the Autumn King
softly. — Who did you see?
Bryce unsheathed Aster and the Truth-Revealer.
“Drop those weapons,” Morven demanded. — You've stained them
long enough.
The fire closed even tighter around his friends. Baxian
he swore as some black feathers were singed.
— Sorry — Bryce said to the kings, without lowering his weapons — but the
Blades don't work on rejected losers.
The Autumn King sneered:
— They have a somewhat questionable taste. But let's change that.
— Ah, I know well what's in your heart, Bryce Quinlan — roared the
Autumn King. — I know what you would do if you were left to your own
devices.
—Would you watch television until you had enough?
His flames rose higher, bringing his friends closer.
close. There was little space left between their bodies and the fire.
— You are a threat to the fae. Your mother raised you to abhor us, you
are unworthy of bearing the royal name.
Bryce gave a hoarse, bitter laugh.
— Do you think it was my mother who made me turn against you?
That's my thing, from the moment you sent your goons after us to kill both
her and Randall. And every minute since then, you pathetic, loser. Do you
want to find whoever is responsible for why I think the fae are just worthless
pieces of shit? Just look in the mirror.
Bryce tightened his grip on the blades. They hummed, one attracting
the other. As if they were begging her for final unification. She ignored them
and instead asked the fae kings:
Bryce checked to make sure his mental wall of starlight was intact, but
like the bullies they were, the twins targeted the person they assumed was
the weakest.
In the blink of an eye, Sathia was wide-eyed and watching the
confrontation. The next, she ripped the knife from Tharion's side.
— Release the blades and they will free her mind — countered the man.
Autumn King.
Bryce looked at the sword and knife, fighting the pull of
both weapons towards the center of the room.
Sathia was on the other side of the burning ring, pure, helpless terror
written all over her face, blood running down her neck.
One thought from Seamus or Duncan, one movement, and that knife would
slide into his throat.
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She held out her hands. Aster and the Truth-Revealer flew
even them, as they did in the fae world. Similar attracts.
But she wasn't making time for herself. I was waiting for Hunt.
As the sword and dagger flew towards her, Hunt's lightning, gathering in a
wave behind Bryce, rushed towards the assassin twins.
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They only had one choice: release Sathia to intercept the two
lightning whips that would strike them or allow Hunt's lightning to
destroy them.
The twins chose to live. A shield of shadows crashed against the
lightning spears. That was all Bryce needed to see before he began to
act.
The Autumn King shouted in warning, but Bryce was already running in the
their direction. In his direction.
She didn't hold back as she exploded with starlight.
***
He had stopped them from joining the fight against Bryce, but he hadn't
destroyed their shield.
“Go help her,” Baxian hissed over the crackling flame, but Hunt
shook his head, throwing more of his lightning at the twins, who were
now being pushed back with a slowly advancing wall of shadows.
The fire joined the starlight that met the shadows, and Bryce was
released into that world.
It would end there. At that moment. For once.
It wasn't a fight for the asteri or for Midgard. The fae had fallen to
leaders like those males, but their people could be so much more.
Bryce bore the weight of it with every blow of starfire toward the
Autumn King, driving him back, with every suffocating wave of
shadows Morven sent to push her toward the stream.
He hadn't ended up in that other world just for the sword and the
knife, or to find some magical ammunition to end the rot in his own
world. I could understand that now.
Urd had sent her there to understand, even though she had
witnessed so little of that world, that there were kind and brave fey.
She had had to betray Nesta and Azriel, had to deceive them... but
she knew that, deep down, they were good.
Midgard's fae could be better.
Ruhn was proof of that. Flynn and Dec were proof of that. Even
Sathia was proof of that in the short time Bryce had known her.
Bryce launched a string of starfire at Morven, digging deep into the
black salt floor. He dodged, escaping her reach with the skill of a
warrior.
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If she could find the final third piece, the one that
would complete the star...
It was already complete. What she had—who she was… was enough. It
had always been enough to face these bastards, with or without power. With
this Estrelada shit or without it.
She was enough.
The assassin twins fought the ambush that Hunt had set against them.
From where he was, Bryce knew that Hunt couldn't see what they were doing
behind the wall of shadows, breaking through, blasting their lightning.
But from here... Bryce could see how they used that wall against Hunt.
They used it to shield themselves from his view as they turned toward Bryce.
Not even Hunt's lightning was fast enough as the murderous twins leaped
at her with swords drawn. Just as his shadowy claws scratched the wall of
Bryce's mind.
Bryce attacked the shadow collar with his hand wrapped in starfire.
He tore the darkness into strips. Bryce woke up in the blink of an eye, but not
quickly enough to dodge the flame punch that the Autumn King threw at his
stomach...
Bryce teleported, as quick and instinctive as a breath. Straight to the Autumn
King.
It would end at that moment.
The Autumn King staggered in shock as he grabbed his flaming fist with one
hand. As she held her ground, she dug her nails in hard.
His fire burned her skin, stunning her with pain, but she
she dug her nails in deeper and sent her starfire at him.
The father roared in agony, falling to his knees. Morven was so
stunned that he froze in place, cursing nonstop.
Bryce looked at what she had done with the Autumn King's fist.
And there was no training that could have prepared Bryce, no time to
teleport to avoid the two swift attacks of the fae kings, matched in power.
She dodged her father's blast of fire, only for Morven's shadows to grab
her again. Hands of shadows that threw her against the stone with such
force that she lost her breath. The Aster and the Truth-Revealer flew from
his fingers.
A female screamed, and for a moment Bryce thought it might have been
Cthona, perhaps Luna herself.
But it was Sathia.
It was Sathia, who was back on her feet, but still not.
They were all the female fae that came before them.
Bryce blasted his light, destroying Morven's shadows. They dispersed
to reveal the Autumn King standing above her, a fiery sword in his
undamaged hand.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” cried the father, and
He plunged his fiery sword toward her exposed heart.
The Autumn King only got halfway there before light
exploded in his chest.
Hunt's lightning had…
No.
It wasn't Hunt's lightning that flashed across the Autumn King's ribs.
Ruhn knew, in his gut, why he was on his way to those caves. He was a
Starry Prince and would right an old wrong.
With the Aster in his hand, piercing his father's heart.
Ruhn knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
The Autumn King gave a scream of shock, blood pouring from his mouth.
— I know all the definitions of pain thanks to you — Ruhn snapped and
pulled out his sword.
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No pity rose in Ruhn's heart as his father gurgled blood, which dripped onto
the stones. The Autumn King raised his head to meet Ruhn's gaze.
Then Ruhn looked into his father's hateful face and spoke: The Oracle did not
tell me that I would be a just and impartial king. She told me that the royal line
would end with me.
He had the feeling that his friends were watching him with
wide-eyed. But she only had eyes for the pathetic male before her.
I thought that he was talking about his lineage.
Ruhn lifted the bloodied Aster. Flames boiled through the father's body,
outlining his powerful form. But Ruhn was no longer a scared boy, filling his body
with tattoos to hide his scars.
I was wrong. I think the Oracle was referring to all of them, Ruhn continued,
between minds. Male lineages. Starry Princes coming into this account—all you
damned, corrupt people who stole so much and never apologized for your actions.
The entire system. That shit about crowns and inheritance.
His father's mocking voice filled his mind. You're a spoiled, ungrateful brat
who never deserved to carry my crown...
And I don't even want to, Ruhn refuted, and closed the bridge that allowed the
father spoke between their minds. He was tired of listening to this male.
Blood dripped from the father's lips as his blood vanir
He tried to heal him, gather his strength so he could attack.
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The line will end with me, you scoundrel, Ruhn said in the man's mind.
father, because I hand over my crown, my title, to the queen.
The father turned pale, the purest of fears written on his face. And out of
the corner of his eye, Ruhn saw Bryce's star begin to shine.
But I will live, he told his father. And I'll live well without you.
Even Morven's shadows weren't fast enough as Ruhn swung the Aster
into the air again. And he cut his father's neck.
***
Bryce didn't know what to say as Ruhn cut off the Autumn King's head. While
his brother destroyed his skull with Aster before he even hit the stone.
She got up. He stopped next to Ruhn, who was stiff, still
holding the bloody sword, his father's head impaled on it.
The friends were still surrounded by fire, an impenetrable prison. As if the
Autumn King had imbued the flames with an energy outside of his body,
which would persist even after his death. A final punishment. Lidia ran, as if
she could find a way to put out the flames…
— Free them all — ordered Bryce to Morven, in a voice that even she
couldn't recognize — before we kill you too.
Morven bared his teeth. But despite the burning hatred in his eyes, he
knelt and raised his hands in submission.
- I surrender.
The fire disappeared. Morven blinked, as if surprised, but said nothing.
The friends got up at the same moment. Hunt put a hand on Sathia's
back to help her. So they all
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They positioned themselves, as one, behind Bryce and Ruhn. And she saw,
for an instant she could see. A world no longer divided into Houses... but
united.
Bryce took a few steps to pick up the Truth Revealer who was standing
near the Autumn King's decapitated corpse. She didn't look at the body, at
the still oozing blood, when she spoke to Ruhn:
It had taken all this time, a trip through the stars and
under the ground... but there they were.
Morven spat on the floor.
— If you plan to fight the Asteri, you won't succeed. It doesn't matter if
you unify all the Houses. It will be wiped from the face of Midgard.
Morven's face. He really looked deep into the eyes of the male with the crown
of shadows.
He only found hatred inside.
“If we win,” Bryce said quietly. —, This new world will be
fair. Enough of hierarchies and nonsense. — Everything Hunt had fought for.
For what he and the Fallen had suffered. “But now,” Bryce continued, “I am
queen of the Valbaran fae. — She waved at the Autumn King's body cooling
on the floor, then smiled at Morven. —And from Avallen.
Morven hissed.
— You will only be Queen of Avallen over my ca...
He stopped at the smile on her face. And he turned pale.
“As I was saying,” Bryce said slowly, “for now, I am queen. I'm the judge,
the jury...
Bryce looked at Sathia, still distraught and wide-eyed from the twins'
attack, but unafraid. Unshaken, despite what the males in her life, what this
particular male, had tried to do to her.
It only took a few blows from the Truth Revealer to Morven's neck for Bryce
to decapitate him. And when she rose, it was the queen of the fae who stood
before Ruhn, wreathed in starlight, full before her enemies. From the love that
shone on Athalar's face as he beheld Bryce, Ruhn knew the angel saw the
same.
But it was Sathia who approached Bryce. Who knelt at his feet,
bowing his head and declaring: —
Hail Bryce, Queen of the Midgardian Fae.
— Whoa! — Bryce exclaimed, shuddering. - Let's start
com Avallen e Valbara e ver onde vamos parar.
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But Flynn and Declan also knelt. And Ruhn turned to the
sister and knelt together, offering Aster with both hands.
“To correct an old error,” said Ruhn, “and in the name of
all the Starry Princes who came before me. This is yours.
No word has ever sounded so right. Nor did anything feel so right as
when Bryce took his Aster, a formal claim, and weighed it in his hands.
Ruhn watched his sister look between the Aster and the Revealer of
True, one blade shining with starlight, the other with darkness.
- And now? — she asked softly.
— Besides taking a moment to absorb the deaths of those two assholes?
said Ruhn. He nodded toward Morven and his father.
“It turns out,” Athalar said with what Ruhn could have sworn was forced
casualness, “Theia made a strange stop with her star magic, dividing it
between herself and her daughters. In short, Bryce has two of these parts,
but Helena used the ley line nexus and Avallen's natural magic to hide the
third part somewhere in Avallen. If Bryce can find her, the sword and knife
will be able to open a portal to nowhere, and we can trap the asteri inside.
Bryce glanced at Hunt, as if to say there was much more to it than that,
but she said, “So… new mission: find
the power Helena hid.”
Aidas stated that Helena used Midgard's ley lines to hide him in these caves
after Pelias' death. — She sighed, examining their faces. — Any idea where
it might be?
Ruhn blinked at her.
“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. — I think I know. - And even?
— Athalar asked, frowning.
“No need to be so shocked,” Ruhn grumbled.
Lidia approached them and added:
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Bryce and Athalar raised their eyebrows, but Ruhn looked at Lidia and
nodded.
—That explains a lot.
Bryce interrupted: —
How…?
“Well, Avallen was once part of an archipelago, but now it's just an island,”
Ruhn said. — You said Helena relied on Avallen's ley lines to contain her
mother's star... to hide it here, right? I think that in doing so, she drained all
the magic of the land through the ley lines and redirected it to trap Theia's
power. Made the earth wither. Just as you had said that Silene's lands had
withered around the Prison while she held her share of power.
Bryce reflected:
— Silene had the Horn, but Helena had to use the ley lines.
However, both strategies had a disastrous effect on the land itself. — She
looked at the blades again.
— How do you propose to take away the magic? — Lidia challenged. - No
We have no idea how to access it.
No one answered. And, fuck, Morven and the Autumn King were lying
there, dead and decapitated, and...
—Does anyone have any bright ideas? — asked Tharion in
amidst the tense silence.
Ruhn stifled a laugh, but Bryce slowly turned to the merman, as if surprised.
***
Bright.
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Light.
Lit up.
The world seemed to stop, as if Urd herself had slowed down time as
each thought reached Bryce.
She looked at the walls. To the river of starlight that Helena had depicted
at the bottom of each carving.
A few hours before, she had thought that this was an artistic representation
of the Starry bloodlines.
But Silene had portrayed the evil that ran beneath the Prison in her
sculptures, unwittingly warning about Vesperus...
Perhaps Helena had also left a clue.
One last challenge.
Bryce looked at the eight-pointed star in the center of the room. To the
two strange slits at the ends. One small, one bigger.
She looked at the weapons in her hands: a small dagger and a large
sword. They would fit neatly into the slots in the floor, like keys in a lock.
Keys to unlocking the power stored below. The last bit of power she
needed to open the portal to nowhere.
Power that, in its origins, belonged to the worst type of fey, but that didn't
necessarily need to be that way. It could belong to anyone. It could be Bryce's.
And like a key turning in a lock, they released what was beneath.
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Light exploded through the blades into Bryce's hands, arms, and heart. She
could hear it under her feet, in the rocks. The song beneath the earth. Silent,
ancient, forgotten, but still there.
She heard how Avallen gave up her joy, the radiant green lands, the skies
and the flowers so that she could hold the power that had been granted and
that had been waiting, all this time, for someone to release it, to set it free.
— Bryce! — Hunt shouted, and she looked into her partner's eyes.
Nothing the Princes of Hell said about him served to frighten her. They
hadn't done Hunt's soul. It was all hers, just as her soul also belonged to him.
Light burst from the star and the caves shook again. They rolled, shook
and shook...
The walls were giving way and she had the feeling that Hunt had lunged
at her, but fallen to his knees as the floor began to disappear. Stones
crumbled around them, burying the
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Pelias' sarcophagus, the corpses of the two recently-dead kings, and all their
other hateful ancestors. Turning them into dust. Sunlight broke out, the earth
itself splitting apart as Bryce and the others were pushed upwards.
And from the rocky ground beneath them, spreading from the star to Bryce's
feet, flowers and grass bloomed. The river from the caves burst forth, winding
through the newly formed hill.
Sathia and Flynn laughed, kneeling down and placing their fingers in the
grass. The magic of the earth in his veins increased as an oak tree burst from
Flynn's hands, higher and higher, and from Sathia's hands fell branches of
strawberries and blackberries, tangles of raspberries and blueberry bushes...
The world could very well end soon, Bryce knew, and they could
all die, but the paradise that blossomed around them, this awakened
land, was proof of what life had been like before the Asteri, before the
Fae and the Vanir. .
It was proof of what could come later.
Ruhn pulled away, placing Bryce's face in his hands.
Tears were streaming down his face. Bryce couldn't stop crying—
crying and laughing—with everything that flowed from his heart.
The brother kissed her forehead and said:
— Long live the queen.
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The land had awakened and the fae of Avallen were terrified.
Hunt tried not to feel proud when he saw the castle destroyed.
Its occupants and the city were spared, but vineyards and trees
invaded Morven's castle and turned it into rubble.
“One last fuck you from the earth,” Bryce muttered to Hunt as the two
reached a hill overlooking the ruins. At the other end, a group of fae stood
in apprehensive silence around the demolished building.
Beside him, Bryce vibrated with power—of Helena and her cursed
lineage, but also of whatever lingering wound in the soul had been healed
the moment Ruhn cut off his father's head.
Hunt slipped an arm around his partner's waist, watching the fae who
gaped at the ruins on the Isle of Avallen—and the new islands that
surrounded it.
Bryce looked at him.
- Are you well?
He was silent for a long moment, looking at the landscape.
- No.
She moved closer to him.
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He swallowed hard.
— I'm a weird demonic test tube baby.
“That may have been your origin, Hunt,” she said, with a gentle
smile, “but it doesn't represent who you are... who you are.
returned.
He looked at her.
— You seemed to not like who I became.
She sighed.
— Hunt, I understand... everything you're feeling. In truth.
But I can't do this without you. You all.
His heart sank when he looked at her.
- I know. And I'm trying. It's just... — He struggled to find the words.
— My worst nightmare would be to see you in the hands of the asteri.
See you die.
— And to avoid this fate, is it worth letting them rule forever?
The question had a neutral tone, the result of the most sincere
curiosity.
— Part of me thinks so. A very, very loud part of me,” he admitted.
— But another part says we need to do whatever it takes to end this.
So that future generations, future partners... don't have to make the
same choices, nor suffer the same fate as us.
He would try to leave his fear behind. For her, for Midgard.
“I know,” she said gently. — If you need to talk, if you need someone
to listen... I'm here.
He saw on her face a love so pure it made his heart ache. Some of
that darkness and pain remained, yes, but he would try to ignore it. And
he knew she would give him all the space he needed to do that.
Then she surveyed the ruins once more, taking his hand as they
began their descent toward their friends gathered at the top.
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— Yes, I know — she said as they stopped among their friends. She
addressed everyone. —Since this place can resist the asteri, we need to
bring as many people as possible. Without alerting the imperial forces.
“Whatever you did with those mists, Bryce,” Declan shouted, “my cell
phone has reception!” — He raised the device in celebration and then lowered
his head to read the messages he received.
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Ithan stood on the deck of a fishing boat that had seen better decades, with Hypaxia at his
side. Apparently, Jesiba Roga didn't think the two needed to travel in style.
At least the crew of shark shifters didn't ask questions. And they remained calm as they
turned off the engine and the boat rocked in the gray waves of the Haldren, right in front of the
wall of impenetrable, towering mist.
Ithan reached out toward the mist, weaving it between his fingers.
The tone of voice was happier than he actually was. Somewhere beyond those mists
was Sofie's body. Apparently, Morven had told Jesiba that they could keep him—their
deceased son.
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had sent it there and the fae king hadn't yet thrown it in the trash.
A stroke of luck sent by Urd herself. Jesiba had promised that Morven would
not touch the body, that she would be happy to deliver it into their hands.
That is, if they could get through the barrier. Hypaxia raised the
light brown hand to the mists, as if testing them.
- They are…
As if in response, the curtain of mist shuddered and parted.
Sunlight flooded the room. The gray seas have become
turquoise. The wind turned into a gentle, gentle breeze. There was a paradise
beyond.
Even the rude shark shifters gasped in shock.
Ithan looked at Hypaxia, also wide-eyed.
- What is the problem?
Hypaxia slowly shook her head.
—This is not the Avallen I visited before.
- What does that mean? — Your instinct went into overdrive, your
wolf ready to attack.
Hypaxia motioned for the captain to begin sailing through the scattered
mists toward the lush, inviting land. More beautiful than the Coronais Islands.
The ancient witch-queen said almost in
a whisper:
Hunt found Bryce sitting atop the ruins of what had once been a tower, with
tangles of vines and roses blooming all around her. A beautiful and surreal
place for the queen of the fae to rest.
The earth seemed to know her, tiny flowers bloomed nestled around her
body, some even wrapped around the long strands of her hair.
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However, when Hunt sat down next to her, he noticed her blank
expression. Devastated.
Dried tears had left salty marks on her face. The whiskey-colored
eyes, which were usually so full of life and fire, were empty. Empties
like he hadn't seen since the time he found her in Lethe, drinking to
dispel the pain of Danika's death, the wound reopened when he
realized that his father had withheld vital information that would have
helped the investigation.
Hunt sat beside her on a jagged piece of rock and wrapped a
wing around her. From up there, you could see the scattering of
islands amid the vibrant teal of the ocean. Avallen had woken up and
transformed into a paradise, and part of him longed to leap into the
sky and explore every inch of it, but…
“All that new power from Theia,” Bryce said hoarsely, “and it didn't
do anything. There was no time to help anyone… save anyone.
Everyone had spent the last hour desperately calling family and
friends. Hunt debated for a long time whether he should risk calling
Isaiah and Naomi, but ended up not doing so, so as not to create
problems if their cell phones were tapped. It was part of the reason
he'd gone looking for Bryce, even though he knew she'd come here
to be alone.
With Morven Castle in ruins, the others were looking for
accommodation for the night. From Ruhn's grim face, it looked like
the fae weren't being welcoming. Bad luck for them, Hunt wanted to
say, because they were about to receive a huge influx of people.
“We could stay here,” Bryce murmured, and Hunt knew she would
have only said that to him. — We could gather all our friends and
family, anyone who can cross the Haldren, and… stay here, protected.
Forever. It was basically what the Queen of the Ocean asked for. And
I wouldn't be any better than my ancestors… by hiding. But, people
would be safe.
Some people on Midgard, at least.
While the majority would remain at the mercy of the asteri.
Hunt leaned over to look at her face. — Is
that what you want to do?
“No,” Bryce replied, and eyes lifted to the island-dotted horizon.
To the wall of mist beyond. — I mean, anyone who can get here, any
refugee, will be allowed to enter. I wished the mists would do that.
Hunt would have made a joke about Super Powerful Star Queen
with Special Magic, but he kept his mouth shut. He let her continue
talking.
“But we…” The dark look on Bryce's face made Hunt tighten his
grip around her. — We can't hide here forever.
He didn't try to reassure her and tell her they would make it. Instead, he
promised: —
We're in this together. You and I. Let's finish this together. — He tucked a
strand of her hair behind her delicate, pointed ear. — I'm by your side.
Complete. You and I will put an end to this.
She lifted her head and Hunt could have sworn a crown of stars glittered
around her head.
— I want to wipe them from this world — she announced, and although
her voice sounded calm, there was nothing but the purest anger in what she
said.
— I'll get the dustpan and broom — he joked, smiling at her.
Bryce looked at him, all majestic fury and grace... and laughed. The first
moment of normality between the two, happy and beautiful. He would fight for
it too. Until the end.
Tendrils of the purple flowers that used to bloom at night appeared around
them in response, despite being in broad daylight. Was it always like this? He
swore that in the night garden, before they were attacked by the kristallos
months before, the flowers had bloomed for her too. Had they felt this power,
the twilight-born inheritance in their veins?
— That we suck?
She laughed.
— Okay, that's... that's incredible — Hunt said, his head racing with
thoughts. Rigelus would go crazy. —But what are we going to achieve with
this?
— They're going to be so busy with the media that they're going to forget
about us for a while — explained Bryce, with a cruel smile, which was a bit
reminiscent of his father's, who lay dead under the rubble. — It will be a greater
distraction than any army in Hell.
“I think it's a good idea,” Hunt said, reflecting. — I really do. But how will
you prove it? Everyone would have to take his word for it, and the Asteri would
immediately deny it. — That's why I need to talk to
Jesiba.
- Oh yes?
She stood up and held out her hand to help him up.
— Because she has the video of what I did with Micah.
***
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Back in humanoid form, Ithan sat on the grass in front of Bryce and Hunt,
unable to speak. Hypaxia, sitting next to him, gave Ithan space to think.
Behind Bryce were Ruhn, Flynn, Dec, and Tharion—and Lidia and Baxian.
Accompanied by a female who, from what they said, was Tharion's wife and
Flynn's sister.
Something big had happened. Ithan knew that. But they didn't give any
further explanation and waited for him to explain what he was doing there.
What had happened.
The tightness in his throat was almost unbearable.
— I… — Everyone looked at him waiting for an answer. —
I need Sofie Renast's body.
“Good,” said Hunt, whistling to hear. —, it wasn't what I expected
***
He told the whole story. How he had found an alternative heir to the Fendyr
bloodline and how he had freed her from the Astronomer… only to kill her
later.
None of this was news to Tharion, Flynn and Dec. But judging by the
way Bryce and Ruhn looked at the trio... Apparently, they had forgotten to
mention this information during the chaos of the previous days.
Ithan couldn't understand how they had forgotten to tell him something
that was literally destroying his life, but he didn't press the issue. He took
longer on the part of the story that was new to everyone: how Hypaxia had
tried to resurrect Sigrid. And how, now, the Fendyr heiress was a reaper.
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Ithan brought his hands to his face and took a deep breath.
Flynn put a comforting arm around his shoulders, squeezing.
- But what?
Hunt's eyes lit up when he heard Ithan's growl. But
Bryce didn't back down as
he said, “We have bigger problems now. And time is not on our side.
— I killed her — Ithan said with a choked voice. — I fucking killed her…
But Bryce grabbed Ithan's hand, bringing his attention back to her.
The reason I love you is because you don't give up until you do the thing
certain.
“Trying to do the right thing led to my disaster with Sigrid,” he
lamented, shaking his head in disgust.
“Maybe,” Bryce said, and looked at Hypaxia. —But you two… I need
your help. I have to believe that Urd sent you here.
— You weren't kidding when you said you had a lot to tell — Ithan
commented, surprised, when Bryce finished.
— But where do we get into this story? — asked Hypaxia.
— If you're thinking about forming an army to help Hell, I have no
influence over the witches, and Ithan wouldn't be able to rally the
wolves...
—No Midgard army. We don't have time for this anyway,” Bryce said.
antidote…
“We don't have time for the full scientific method,” Bryce replied.
— Mas Sigrid...
— We need that antidote, Ithan — Bryce said gently, but in a firm voice.
— More than anything else. Hunt will provide Sigrid with the lightning, but
first we need the antidote. — She added, to Hypaxia: — As quickly as
possible.
But his friends needed him. They were asking for your help. He
couldn't refuse, even if it was to save Sigrid... he had already ruined
her life. I wouldn't do the same with friends.
Ithan then opened his eyes and asked,
“When do we return to Crescent Moon City?”
Bryce's expression remained grim as she said, “Right now.
- But when?
Bryce's face became stern.
— You will know when it is too late to help us.
Ethan spoke:
— Bryce…
But Bryce nodded toward the sparkling sea.
— As quickly as possible — she repeated to the former queen.
witch. - I beg.
With that, she walked over to Athalar, who leapt into the sky, flying
in the direction the others had gone.
They wouldn't have time to talk to Tharion, Flynn or Dec. Or say
goodbye. From the way Hypaxia watched the angel and Bryce
disappear toward the distant ruins, Ithan suspected she was thinking
the same thing about Lidia.
Twenty minutes later, Bryce and Athalar were back, with half a
dozen quartz crystals sizzling in the angel's hands, with lightning
inside.
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Hypaxia put everything in her pockets, promising that she would use them wisely.
caution. Bryce kissed her cheek and then Ithan's.
In the past, he would have done anything for that kiss. But now I
only felt emptiness, dizziness.
Athalar patted Ithan on the shoulder before returning to the skies
with Bryce, soon becoming a small speck in the blue expanse.
Hunt found Baxian arranging fresh bales of hay in the stables. The
place was intact, far enough away from the castle that they had been
spared when it all collapsed.
—Did you give the lightning to the wolf and the witch? asked
Baxian, by way of greeting.
— They're returning to Lunathion with him. But the priority is to try
to find a cure for the parasite.
“Good,” Baxian grunted. — I hope you have more success
than I can find a place to sleep tonight.
— It's that bad, is it? asked Hunt, leaning against the door.
—No one wants to give up a room or a bed, and we are not going
to expel people from their homes. — The Hellhound made a grand
gesture toward the stables. — Welcome to the Cair do Cavalo Hotel.
Hunt laughed as he analyzed the wood.
— To be honest, I've slept in worse places. These horses' house
is better than the one I lived in as a child.
It was sad but true.
“I say the same thing,” Baxian commented, and Hunt was so
surprised that he raised an eyebrow. Baxian added, — I… ah, I grew
up in one of the poorest parts of Ravilis. My parents were half
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Hunt sighed.
- Holy crap.
— There was such a frenzy that they, um... — Baxian shook his head.
— They kept cutting off his wings every time they healed.
My father ended up losing so much blood that he didn't survive.
- I am really sorry. I never knew that.
— Nobody knew. Not even Sandriel. — Baxian covered the pallet with
a blanket. — And from then on, I went alone.
Neither family wanted to accept a hybrid, as they insisted on calling me,
so I learned to fend for myself in the suburbs.
How to hide, how to listen to conversations looking for valuable information
and how to sell this information to anyone who was interested. I got so
good at it that my name started going around. They called me “Snake”,
because I screwed up many people’s lives. And Sandriel ended up
hearing about me and recruiting me into the triary... to be his spy and
tracker. The Snake became the Hellhound, but… I kept some traits.
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Hunt smiled.
“You should tell Bryce this.
Baxian looked at him.
— Are you… uh, are you okay? It seemed that all was not well for
some time in the caves.
“We are,” Hunt replied, exhaling. — Yeah, we're fine.
We talked.
— And that whole Hell thing… — Bryce had told everyone what the
Princes of Hell said about Hunt's origins. — How are you dealing with all
this?
Hunt thought about it.
— It's kind of in the background with everything that's going on, you
know? Poor me, with problems with my father. Or parents? I can't even
say.
Baxian chuckled.
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Baxian crossed his powerful arms, giving Hunt his full attention.
- What?
— Something really big is going to happen soon and I need someone to
manage things if I'm not around.
—And where would you be?
“Bryce will explain everything,” Hunt said, holding his gaze. — But I need a
second in command now.
Baxian raised his eyebrows. For a moment, Hunt was back in a war tent,
giving orders to his soldiers before
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of the battle. He shook off the chilling memory and folded his wings.
Baxian smiled, not so much.
— Who said you're in charge?
Hunt rolled his eyes.
— My wife said. — And he pressed: — So… do you accept?
I need someone who can fight. On the ground and in the air.
— Oh, are you just asking because I have wings? Baxian ruffled his black
feathers for emphasis.
“I'm asking,” Hunt said, noticing the flicker of amusement on the Hellhound's
face, “because I trust you, idiot. For some strange reason.
— It only took a little time in the Asteri dungeons for us to become pariahs. —
The tone was light, although the shadows of everything they had been through
made Baxian's look serious. —But I'm honored.
Yes, you can trust me. Just tell me what needs to be done and I
I will do.
—To find Isaiah and Naomi. See if they can join us. I'm sure their cell
phones and emails have been tapped... we have no other way of
contacting them.
— Do you want us to convince two members of the triary of
Celestina to rebel? — Dec asked.
— It won't take much to convince them, but yes.
We need them,” Hunt said.
Ruhn shook his head.
— If you're thinking about gathering some kind of angelic host to face
the Asteri, forget it. No angel will follow any of us, not even Athalar, to join
the battle.
Bryce stood his ground. That was her plan, and Ruhn knew he couldn't
change her and Athalar's minds. He opened his mouth to continue arguing
anyway, but Dec interrupted him.
— I'm going with Ruhn — Lidia replied softly, and something in his chest
warmed.
Bryce nodded, and he didn't miss the gratitude in his sister's eyes.
“The Blue Court was the only faction in Crescent City that sheltered
people during the spring attack,” Bryce commented. — You did everything
you could to help protect the innocent and keep them safe. Appeal to that
side of the River Queen. Tell her that there is a tragedy coming, and that after
what happened in the Asphodel Meadows, we need her to take in as many
people as the Blue Court can accommodate. If anyone has enough charm to
influence her, it's you, Tharion.
“Ah, Legs,” Tharion said, rubbing his face. — How can I resist when you
ask like that?
Sathia, to Ruhn's surprise, placed her hand on the merman's knee and
promised Bryce: — We'll go
together.
— Now she's going to kill Tharion, for sure — replied Flynn.
— I understand well how to deal with arrogant rulers. — She raised her
head. — I'm not afraid of the River Queen. — Tharion seemed to want to warn
her, but he kept his mouth shut. - Excellent. And thank
you,” Bryce said to Sathia.
“So that's it,” said Ruhn. — At dawn, let's go
spread to the winds?
“And let the dawn come,” concluded Bryce, and his starlight
flashed in his chest, illuminating the entire field. — Let's fight back.
***
Ruhn was still thinking about what Bryce wanted to do. Open the Northern Rift
to Hell. He could only have lost his mind... still, he trusted her. And in Athalar.
They must have had some trick up their sleeve, which they would only reveal
when the time came.
Ruhn tossed and turned on the spiked hay bed, unable to sleep. Maybe
because Lidia was lying in front of him, looking at the ceiling beams.
She looked into his eyes and Ruhn said, between minds: Can't you sleep?
I'm thinking about all the Ophion agents I've encountered over the years. I
never met them personally, but the people who helped me organize the attack
on the Spine, and who worked with me for years before that... are all dead.
She lay on her side, looking at Ruhn. Gods, she was so beautiful.
How are you feeling? she asked, in a gentle tone. After… what happened
to your father.
I don't know, replied Ruhn. It felt right at the time, I even felt good. But
now… He shook his head. I keep thinking about my mother,
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among all people. What would she say. I think she would be the only person to
mourn him.
Did she love him?
She was attached to him, even though he treated her as little more than a brood
mare. But he'd kept her comfortable all these years, the reward for giving him a
son. She was always grateful for that.
Lidia reached across the narrow space to grasp his hand—her fingers still
strangely pale and callousless. But her skin was so soft and warm, the bones
beneath so strong. You will find a way to live with what you did to your father. I
found.
Ruhn raised an eyebrow. You…?
I killed him, yes. The words sounded sincere but exhausted.
Why?
Because he was a monster… to me and so many others. I made it look like a
rebel attack. I told Ophion to get his mechsuits and wait for his car to pass through
the mountains when he was going to meet me. They left a destroyed vehicle and a
dead body in their wake. Then they burned everything.
Cthona, Lidia.
But I also thought about my mother afterwards, she said softly. In Hecuba.
Wondering what the Valbaran Witch Queen had thought of her ex-husband's death.
If you thought about me. If you had any interest in talking to me after his death. But
I never heard from her. Not once.
I'm sorry, he said, squeezing her hand. After a second, he asked: So you're
really not going back to the Queen of the Ocean?
No. Not to be her spy. I was serious before. I don't serve anyone. Is it weird to
say I'm
proud of you? Because I am.
She gave a muffled laugh and intertwined her fingers with his, her thumb
caressing the back of the male's hand. I'm with you, Ruhn,
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I want to ride you, she whispered in her mind, and lowered her hand to
his pants. Ruhn bit his lower lip to keep from moaning. Her fingers slid down
his length. I want it inside me. Lidia ran the palm of her hand over his dick,
making him stifle a moan. I want you inside me.
Ruhn looked at Lidia and saw her smiling, joy and mischief
lit up his face.
And damn, he doubted he'd ever seen anything so beautiful.
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Ithan bottled and labeled the various samples and gave Hypaxia a few vials
of his own blood as a basis for an infected person, then she sent him back to
get more water samples from different sources. The cafeteria, a nearby
restaurant and, best of all, the sewers.
Ithan was walking back through the dark door of the House of Flame and
Shadow when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. I knew that
strange, unsettling feeling. He turned around…
It wasn't Sigrid. Another female reaper, covered in black from head to toe,
walked lightly along the pier. People fled as soon as they saw her — the
street behind her was completely empty.
But she continued toward the door where Ithan was still frozen.
He had no choice, really, but to keep the door open for her.
The reaper passed, her black veils billowing. Acid green eyes glowed
beneath the dark fabric covering her face, and the husky voice made
everything inside Ithan twist as she said, “Thank you.” — And then
she continued up the stairs.
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Ithan waited five minutes before walking again. She didn't have any
smell. Not even the smell of a corpse. As if he had ceased to exist in some
earthly way. That drove his wolfish instincts crazy.
But…
Ithan smelled the stairs again as he descended towards the lower
levels of the House and the morgue laboratory.
Entering the laboratory and closing the door behind him, he asked: —
What happens to the parasite when we die?
Hypaxia finally looked up from the papers, vials and forms.
- What?
“I just saw a reaper,” he said. — They are dead people. Well, they died.
Do they still have the parasite? They don't eat or drink, so they couldn't get
infected again, right? But does the parasite disappear when we die? Die
too?
Hypaxia stared at
him. — It's an interesting question. If the parasite does indeed die with
the host, then the reapers may provide a way to locate the parasite by the
lack of it in the bodies themselves.
— Why do I feel like you’re going to ask me to…
— I need you to bring me a reaper.
***
Morning came, purple and gold, over the Isles of Avallen. But Bryce only
had eyes for the helicopter as it descended over the grassy, flowery field in
front of the ruins of Morven Castle. She smiled.
The roar was thunderous to her fae ears, but she insisted on being
there. Needed to see: Fury waving from the pilot's seat and June gesturing
wildly beside her.
Bryce nodded back, throat tight to the point of pain, then
The side door of the helicopter opened and a bark cut through the air.
There was no stopping Syrinx as he jumped out of the helicopter and
ran towards her through the tall grass. She fell to her knees
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to hug him, kiss him and let him lick all over his face while he swung
his lion's tail and howled with joy.
Boots crunched on the grass and Randall approached, a backpack
on his back and a rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes lit up at the
sight of her, and he patted the shoulder of the tall boy standing next
to him—Emile, now Cooper.
And Bryce couldn't help but laugh with pure joy when his mother
jumped out of the helicopter behind them, took one look at Bryce
kneeling in the meadow, and said:
—Bryce Adelaide Quinlan, why is all this talk about you
jumping between worlds?
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The male reaper was relatively young, judging by the way he had
entered the morgue, advancing all pompous — almost without gliding.
He looked tempted to play the rock star, with ripped black jeans
hanging off his prominent hip bones and lots of tattoos spread across
his torso, which was so pale it was almost irritating. He wasn't
wearing a shirt. She wore fashionable black boots, poorly tied at the
top, and two matching bracelets, both leather and black.
Gods, Bryce would have so much fun with a guy like that—his
long, golden hair tousled with care. That is, until she saw the acid-
green eyes and throat he left behind.
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clear where the deadly blow had been struck. The wound had healed, but the
scars remained.
“Thank you for coming,” Hypaxia said, standing next to the examination
table with majestic grace. — It will only take a few moments.
The reaper looked between her and Ithan, but went to the table, jumping down.
with a thud that made the metal shudder.
— I heard you deserted, little witch. — His voice was hoarse and wicked. It
might sound like the result of the mortal wound to the throat, but it was typical
of a grim reaper. Sigrid's voice also sounded like that...
— Welcome to the House — continued the reaper, his blue lips curling into
a sneer. He nodded at Ithan. —What is a wolf cub doing here?
Ithan mastered his primal fear of the creature before them and crossed his
arms.
—And what do you have to do with this?
— You're Holstrom, right?
The mocking smile was still there. If that idiot said anything about Connor...
— I was part of Aux — replied the reaper, tapping one of the tattoos.
From the gleam in the creature's eyes, Ithan couldn't help but wonder if he
had turned into a grim reaper not to escape true death, but to one day take
revenge.
Hypaxia approached the reaper and said: —
May I touch your head?
The reaper kept his eyes on the former queen.
— You can touch me as much as you want, baby.
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Holy crap. Ithan suppressed a growl, but Hypaxia remained serene as she
placed her hands in her shiny golden hair.
Ithan resisted the urge to reach for the knife in his boot as the reaper took
a deep breath. Smelling her? Or getting ready to eat your spirit?
He was half inclined to rip off the idiot's arms and use them
to beat the guy until he was unconscious.
The reaper took another breath.
— Half witch, half necromancer, huh?
“She needs to concentrate,” Ithan said through gritted teeth.
The reaper looked at him with those acid green eyes and asked Hypaxia:
— Am I
distracting you, my dear?
She did not answer. He had a distant expression on his face
as he focused on what was in the reaper's head.
The reaper took another deep breath, rolling his eyes.
— Gods, you smell like fucking wine…
“We're done here, thank you,” Hypaxia said, extremely politely, then took
a step back and began making notes on the papers piled on her desk. —
Please send greetings to your master.
The reaper stared at her for a long time, almost feral. Ithan could barely
breathe, ready to attack, despite knowing there was no way to kill that
scoundrel...
— See you around — replied the reaper, more of a promise than a
farewell, and got down from the table. He walked all pompous towards the
doors, this time with a bit of the reapers' floating gait, as if he was trying to
show off to the witch.
Ithan only started breathing again when he left.
— Fucking weirdo.
Hypaxia leaned against the examination table.
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—But your guess was right. He didn't have the parasite. — She crossed
her arms. — Or at least I didn't feel anything like that. I didn't feel that
anything lived inside him.
- And now?
— I'll compare what I detected in him with what I discovered in his
blood. See what stands out and if I can isolate where the parasite is in you.
Ithan considered.
“You're… you're a very good person,” he said, and she laughed. —
I'm serious. The witches are missing out so much without you.
She looked at him over her shoulder again, her gaze filled with sadness.
He greeted her.
— I got the message. I'll be in the hallway if you need me.
***
Still, it was better to check. Just to make sure they had everything they
would need. A lot could go wrong, and she was taking her human parents
along, she was really going to do it...
A thin, brown hand touched Bryce's wrist.
— B… is everything okay?
Bryce finally looked up and saw Juniper standing next to her, a frown on
her beautiful face. A few feet away, Fury had his arms crossed and his
eyebrows raised.
Bryce sighed, turning away from the three huge trunks that would be
loaded onto the helicopter approaching behind them.
The friends would be safe there. That should make her feel more relieved,
it was a gift from Urd, Hunt had said, but seeing them there…
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There was a fourth chest, resting on the grass near the helicopter.
Fury had only managed to grab a few things before they quickly left
Valbara, but still… there were a considerable number of weapons.
Weapons. Rifles. Knives.
A joke, actually, considering they were facing six nearly all-powerful
intergalactic beings. Most of the weapons would be for others — so
they would have a chance to try to survive.
Juniper, whose last audio message to Bryce showed all her irritation
after Bryce did the unforgivable and called the director of the Crescent
Moon City Ballet, now had only love and relief on her face.
Juniper silently opened her arms and Bryce threw herself into them.
She had a lump in her throat, her eyes were burning from her
friend's heat, her smell. Fury's scent and arms wrapped around them
a second later, and Bryce closed her eyes, savoring that feeling.
time.
“Sorry for dragging you into this story,” Bryce said,
with a hoarse voice. — June, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry.
Juniper hugged her even tighter.
— We have bigger problems to face now… everything is fine
between us.
Bryce walked away, looking at her two friends. She had told
everything she could to both of them and to their parents and,
consequently, to Cooper as well.
Fury frowned.
— I should go with you. I'm most useful when I'm fighting.
Bryce felt another tightness in his throat, but he put the photo in the back
pocket of his jeans and allowed himself to look at June and Fury one last
time, to memorize every line of their faces.
Those friends were worth fighting for. They would be worth dying for.
***
Ember Quinlan was waiting on the hill where Bryce and his friends had
emerged from the Cave of Princes.
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Bryce smiled.
- Thanks Mom.
Ember pulled Bryce into a tight hug.
— But it doesn't matter if you're the Queen of the Fae or the Universe
or any of that crap... — Bryce laughed when she heard that, but Ember
added: — You'll always be my little baby.
Bryce hugged her mother tightly and all thoughts of the horrifying dead
male beneath them disappeared.
The helicopter roared in the distance again, this time piloted by Randall,
thanks to his mandatory years in the Pilgrim Army. All humans had been
forced to serve. The skills he had learned over those years continued to
prove useful, especially now, but Bryce knew the experience weighed
heavily on his soul.
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Bryce finally looked up from his mother's embrace and saw Hunt
motion for them to come aboard, tapping his wrist irritatingly as if to say,
Time is running out, Quinlan!
Bryce grimaced, knowing that with those piercing eyes he could see
into the distance, but she held her mother for a moment longer. He
smelled her, so familiar and reassuring.
It was like being at home.
Ember returned the hug, happy to be there, to hug her daughter for
one more moment.
In the end, that was what really mattered.
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Ithan was tired of playing bodyguard, even downstairs. While Hypaxia compared what he
observed in the reaper with the water samples and Ithan's blood, he packed artifacts in
Jesiba's office. He looked at the door every two minutes, as if Hypaxia was going to come
in and declare that he had developed an antidote for the parasite. But she didn't go in.
Upon entering the morgue, he found her on the table, with her head in her hands.
Vials of all sizes and shapes covered the metal surface beside her.
— It was much faster than I imagined. I was able to use the synthesizer antidote as a
model. Synth and the parasite have magic-altering properties in common... I'll spare you
the details. But with the changes I made I think it is possible to isolate
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the parasite and kill it in the same way that the synthetic antidote does.
— She pointed to more small vials on a low table behind her. — I did
the best I could, but…
- But? — He could barely breathe.
She sighed.
— But it's far from perfect. I had to use lightning
Athalar to bring everything together. Unfortunately, I had to use it all.
She pointed to the table, where six quartz crystals sat.
Inactive. Empty.
He felt a tightness in his chest.
- All good.
Sigrid would continue to be a reaper for now, but he wouldn't give
up trying to help her.
— Athalar's lightning serves to unite everything, but not permanently
— Hypaxia continued. — The antidote is very unstable... just shake it
a little, and it stops working. If I had more time, I could find a way to
stabilize it, but for now…
He felt bad.
— I don't want to lead anyone.
She looked at Ithan, as if she could see through him. But he said,
with a disappointment that struck his heart:
— All this talk is useless. We don't even know if the
antidote will work. — She looked at the bottle.
She would take it. Ithan knew that. I would try it, take a risk…
Ithan didn't give her time. He picked up the bottle, brought it to his mouth and
swallowed.
Hypaxia turned around, her eyes wide with apprehension…
And then there was just pitch black.
***
His wolf, and him, and the power, like he could leap continents
whole at once...
Ithan's eyes widened. Had the world always been so clear, so bright?
Had the morgue always had that strong antiseptic smell? Was there a body
rotting in one of the boxes?
When did it get there? Or had it been there the whole time?
And that smell, of lavender and eucalyptus…
Hypaxia was kneeling, panting.
- Ithan...
A blink and a flash, and he changed. She staggered back towards the
wolf that appeared, faster than Ithan had ever transformed before.
Ithan reached out and willed the thing under his skin to move forward.
Ice and snow appeared on his palm. They didn't melt against the skin.
“An angelic guard never runs away,” Randall said, pulling the faux fur-
lined hood of his parka further over his face. — If they're not here... it's not a
good sign.
Hunt pointed to the rifle in Randall's gloved hands.
— Does this work at these temperatures?
“We hope so,” Ember grumbled.
But Hunt caught Bryce's gaze and summoned his lightning to stand ready.
He knew her starfire was already heating up under her gloves. With Theia's
power now united within her… he couldn't decide whether he was eager or
afraid to see what that starfire was capable of. - It's a trap? Ember asked as
they approached the imposing sealed gates
and abandoned guard post.
Hunt peered through the frosted cabin window and opened the door. The
ice was so thick that he had to use a considerable amount of force to loosen
it. A quick examination of the interior revealed layers of ice covering the
controls, chairs, and water station.
Hunt looked at Bryce, his eyes watery from the cold and the tip of his
nose red. At those temperatures, they wouldn't last another ten minutes
before freezing. He and his partner would recover, as would Ember and
Randall, with human blood...
“Let's heat this cabin,” Bryce said, then went in and began cleaning the
ice off the switches. — Maybe the heater still works.
Ember looked at her daughter as if she was aware that Bryce and Hunt
had ignored her concerns, but she went in anyway.
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They made the heater work, just one of them. The others were too frozen
to care. It was enough to warm the small space and offer her parents
some shelter while Bryce and Hunt returned to exploring the icy terrain,
studying the wall and gate.
— Do you think it's a trap? asked Bryce through the tissue he had
placed over his mouth and nose. I had found a few pairs of snow goggles
in the cabin, and the world was clear through the lenses. Was this how
Hunt saw behind his Umbra Mortis helmet?
“Here, in the far north,” Hunt said, turning to survey the land—perhaps
all that nonsense about —,not speaking the word.
his name on this side of the Rift be true.
Bryce didn't dare test again. Walked to the gates
lead into the wall and placed his gloved hand on the metal.
— I heard that both the wall and the gates had salt in them.
inlaid white.
For protection against Hell.
"It didn't stop the demons from getting through," observed Hunt,
whose face was inscrutable because of his glasses and the scarf
covering his mouth. — I've already hunted several of them to know how
flawed this wall is. And the guards too, I believe.
“I hate to imagine what's going on without guards here,” Bryce said.
Hunt said nothing, which wasn't comforting at all. — So, how are we
going to get through?
— There is a button inside the cabin. Nothing fancy,” Hunt replied.
— Let's take it easy this time — A gust of cold wind hit her back, as
if throwing her against the wall. Even with the layers of winter clothes,
she swore the cold reached her
bones.
— We'd better go before the light goes out. — Hunt nodded at the
sun already setting on the horizon. — The day will end in a few hours.
—Bryce? — Her father called from the cabin. — You need to see this.
— If you step foot in that Lair without being invited by Cousin or Sabine,
they'll kill you, doggy.
— I know — said Ithan, packing another box for Jesiba.
A mundane task, considering everything that was happening. But when
he burst into the office moments before to tell her the good news.
Jesiba refused to speak to him until he had dedicated a few minutes to
earning his daily bread.
So there he was, filling the boxes and talking at the same time.
—But if Hypaxia and I go to the Eternal City, we could very well… die.
— He choked as he said the last word. — I want them to know the truth.
Hypaxia took the antidote minutes after him. He passed out, just like him,
but woke up vibrating with power. Ithan could have sworn that a light, breezy
breeze constantly played through her hair—and that some kind of ongoing
power seemed to emanate from her, even when she wasn't using it.
Ithan had offered a bottle to Jesiba when he went to tell her the good
news, but the witch said: you won't help me, doggy. And then demanded that
he do this shitty job while he explained what had happened.
— Danika Fendyr would have kicked you all the way to the Lair gates if
she saw how you were treating Quinlan.
— Danika would have… — Ithan stopped speaking when a memory
appeared in his mind. — Danika questioned the power structure of wolves,
you know? Even she found it strange that the Fendyr had been doing
whatever they wanted for so long.
— Did you think so?
— They'll say you forged the papers. — Jesiba typed on the keyboard.
— This is a risk I have to take — said Ithan, walking to the door. — The
days of wolves controlled by Sabine, standing idly by while innocent people
suffer… must end.
We need a change. And big ones. And maybe, if Urd protects us, what's
most important inside Sigrid will still be intact, unchanged after she turned
into a reaper. If that's the case, I'd prefer Sigrid over Sabine without thinking
twice.
Maybe it wasn't a question of undoing what he had done, but of doing
what he could with the cards he had in his hands. To adapt.
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Ithan went to Bryce's apartment with the help of the sewer map of the
House of Flame and Shadow, which was frightening with how accurate it
was. I didn't want to think about who else made regular use of those
tunnels.
Despite Danika granting him access, Ithan entered the building
through the roof door. There was no doubt that the building was being
watched, so he tried to stay in the shadows as much as possible. If the
guard downstairs saw him on the cameras, no one had come to investigate.
Danika's papers were still where he and Bryce had left them: in the
junk mail drawer. He flipped through them just to make sure the information
was still as he remembered it.
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Did you see? Even Danika wanted all of this to change. And yes, Sigrid is a
Fendyr… but it's also different, and could be a step in the right direction.
He would find a way to say it more eloquently, but Danika's name still carried
weight.
Ithan folded the stack of papers gently and placed them in the back pocket of
his jeans. Outside, the city remained quiet; silent. Mourning.
The gates took a long time — a very long time — to open, the ice
and snow breaking and falling. Bryce passed first, starfire glowing
beneath his gloves.
— I can't understand — Ember declared as she squeezed behind
Bryce, Randall was right behind her, Hunt following. —What is the
Harpy doing here?
“She's not the Harpy anymore,” Bryce said. —She's like… some
weird necromantic thing created by the asteri thanks to whatever
they managed to do with some of Hunt's lightning.
I don't know, but we don't want to run into whatever it turned into.
Bryce saw the worry and guilt on Hunt's face, but there was no
time for her to assure him that it wasn't his fault. Hunt had had no
choice but to provide Rigelus with the lightning. He had been used
for horrible things, but it wasn't his fault.
Hunt didn't wait before lifting her mother into his arms and spreading her
wings. Bryce grabbed Randall and said,
“Surprise: I can teleport.” Don't vomit.
Luckily, Randall didn't vomit as she teleported them the twenty-five miles to
the center of the walled ring, but he did so as soon as they arrived.
They had traveled faster than Hunt and her mother, leaving Bryce with
nothing to do but watch his father vomit in the snow as he was hit with several
waves of dizziness caused by the teleportation.
Randall laughed, threw up again, then wiped his mouth and stood up.
“You're not horrible, Bryce. Not even a little.
- Perhaps. But this is,” she said, and pointed to the structure in front of her.
from them. In the swirling mists.
An enormous arch of clear quartz rose forty feet into the air, its top almost
hidden by the mist. You could see through the arch, and there was nothing
inside except what could only be described as a ripple in the world. Between
worlds.
And more mist on the other side.
—The Asteri must have built the arch around the Rift to
try to contain it. Or try to control her, maybe,” Bryce said.
“I'll ask you once and I won't say anything else,” Randall said. Behind him,
Hunt and Ember appeared, approaching through the air.
—But opening the Rift… is it the best solution?
Bryce let out a long sigh that disappeared into the mist.
— No. But it's the only idea I have.
***
There was not a single mourning banner in the Lair. No dirge offered to Cthona,
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they had just died. In fact, somewhere in the complex, a stereo was
playing a dance beat.
No one better than Sabine to move forward as if nothing were
happening. As if an atrocity had not occurred in a neighboring
neighborhood.
At this time of year, it was tradition for many of the Lair families to
disperse across the countryside to enjoy the changing leaves and cool
autumn mountains, so there were few packs here. Ithan knew which
ones would be there—just as he knew that only Perry Ravenscroft,
Omega of the Black Rose and Amelie's younger sister, would be
guarding the gates.
A bronze representation of the Embrace—the sun setting or rising
between two mountains—was displayed in the window of the guard
post. And it was because Ithan knew Perry so well that he knew that
this little decoration was her way of telling the city that some in the Lair
were in mourning, that they prayed to Cthona to comfort the dead.
— Sabine, no. I need to talk to everyone else. You were the only one who
got in touch to see if I was alive after… everything — Ithan explained. She
sent him messages every now and then, not many, but with Amelie as her
alpha and sister, he knew that her friend couldn't dare communicate more than
that. — Please, Perry. Let me into the courtyard.
— Tell me what you want to talk to us about and I’ll think about it. — Even
though she was Omega, the lowest position in the Black Rose Pack, she didn't
back down.
It was only because of this courage that Ithan told her his secret first.
Ithan knew that the wolves had arrived quickly in the courtyard only because
Perry was very loved within the Den. Many trusted her. As soon as they
received the message of a last minute announcement, everyone headed there.
He kept hidden in the shadows of the pillars beneath the north wing of the
building, watching those he considered friends, almost family, gathered in the
grassy space. The red and gold trees in the small park behind them swayed in
the cool autumn breeze, and the wind thankfully kept their scent away from
the wolves.
When there were already a considerable number of wolves, about a hundred,
Perry stepped out onto the few steps in front of the building's doors and said:
Perry looked at him, his eyes shining with fear. For him or
for her, Ithan couldn't say.
“Go ahead,” she said softly, and went downstairs,
sitting on the grass.
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“Everything we are is a lie,” Ithan declared, before Amelie could reach him
and transform.
Some people quieted down. Ithan moved on, because Amelie's canines
were lengthening, and he knew he would complete the transformation soon.
— Danika Fendyr questioned this too. And he died before he could discover
the truth.
The words had the desired effect. The crowd was silent. Still, Amelie moved
forward, pushing people out of the way, with Gideon, imposing, menacing, and
clumsy, hot on her heels...
Ithan looked at Perry, standing at the front of the crowd, her eyes
greens fixed on it. He turned to his friend and continued:
— The Asteri planted a parasite in our brains that repressed our inherent
magic, reducing it to its most basic components: shapeshifting and strength.
However, even skills were nipped in the bud. All so that we would continue to
be their faithful executors, as we have been since the emergence of the
Northern Rift.
Amelie was ten feet away, her muscles straining to leap onto the stairs, pin
him down, and destroy him…
“Look,” Ithan said, and held out his hand.
Ice swirled in his palm. The crowd gasped. Even Amelie looked shocked.
Ithan, letting the ice crust over his fingers, continued: — Magic,
elemental magic. It was here, sleeping in my veins this whole time. — He
looked into Perry's eyes again, noting the shock and something like longing in
them. - One
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friend of mine, a medwitch, made an antidote for me. I took it and discovered
what I really am. Who I really am. What sleeps in the lineage of all wolves,
repressed by the asteri for fifteen thousand years. —It's a witch's trick —
Amelie
spat, trying to pass by her younger sister. “Get out of there,” she ordered
Perry. Not as his sister, but as his alpha.
But Perry, despite her slender body, stood her ground. And said to
Amelie, in a loud voice:
— I want to hear what he has to say.
***
Ithan spoke as quickly as he could, giving the wolves a general context of the
parasite and what it did to their magic. And then, because they still seemed to
doubt, he explained what had actually happened in the Bone Quarter:
secundalux. The soul grinder.
When he finished, Ithan looked into Perry's eyes again. She
she was white as a ghost.
— Queen Hypaxia Enador can attest to everything I said — said Ithan.
— She is no longer queen! She was expelled… just like you, Holstrom,”
cried a wolf.
Ithan bared his teeth.
— She's brilliant. He figured out how to fix this thing in our brains, to give
us back our magic. So don't use that fucking tone to talk about her.
And upon hearing the growl in Ithan's voice, the order, the wolves in the
crowd straightened up. Not in anger or fear, but…
- What did you do? asked Perry, taking a step towards the
front. — Ithan, you…
— There's another Fendyr — Ithan said, moving forward, preparing himself.
The crowd stirred. Perry was gaping.
- What are you talking about? she asked.
He couldn't stand that confusion, that hope in her voice,
in your shining eyes.
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“Reaper,” Perry muttered, stepping back. Not to run, but to protect a young
wolf a few steps behind her, who trembled in pure terror before the acid green
eyes of the reaper between them.
Judging by Sigrid's rather normal gait, she was still in the middle of
transitioning. But there was already a strangeness in his movements.
The beginning of that smooth glide common only to reapers.
Her clothes were still torn apart and bloody.
As proof, he noticed — because his blood was on them too. And the wolves
would know if they smelled it.
Struggling to find the right words as he pointed at Sigrid, Ithan said, “She…
she's not a threat to
all of you. — It's a reaper! — someone shouted at him
from behind.
The Astronomer smiled at Ithan. How did the damned old man manage to
keep her away from the Sub-King? Somehow he had orchestrated that,
bringing his old mystique to Sabine. All to get revenge on Ithan.
— Whatever story Holstrom is telling you, don't listen to a single word. —
— Sabine announced loudly. —, The crowd backed away, desperate
to escape the reaper at Sabine's side. — Ithan Holstrom is a liar and a traitor
to everything we stand for.
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The word hit the crowd like a violent wave. He practically felt them putting
the pieces together—that the reaper before them was the same Fendyr
heiress Ithan had mentioned just now. It is possible that…
— That's... — Ithan began, noticing how pale Perry was. “It's the truth,”
Sabine
sneered. — I have the video, courtesy of the Viper Queen. I will be happy
to show everyone how you mercilessly murdered a defenseless young wolf.
Marc had told Ithan that the Viper Queen did not deal in money, but in
favors and information. He had fallen right into the
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trap.
“Ithan tried to get a necromancer to raise her from the dead,” Sabine continued,
gesturing to the reaper. —To use her as a puppet and usurp me.
- That is not…
The Astronomer added:
— And when he found out what had happened to her... — The Astronomer gave
Sigrid a look of pity. — I asked the Sub-King for her release so that I could bring her
to the Lair immediately, for you who are so good.
— Only the scum of the House of Flame and Shadow are capable of such things
— Sabine scoffed.
— Your heir — Perry said with calm authority — is in that House,
Sabine.
Sabine smirked at Perry, and Ithan was overcome with hatred.
The Fendyr sword groaned as it freed itself from its scabbard. Sabine's
eyes flashed with fury and desire...
But Ithan knelt before the former Cousin and bowed his head,
raising the blade in offering.
“I have no intention of usurping the Fendyr,” Ithan said, keeping his
gaze on the ground. — I just want what’s best for our people. I thought
Sigrid might be… different, but I was wrong. I was wrong and I'm sorry.
Sabine boiled:
— Dad, don’t listen to that rubbish…
— Silence — ordered the Cousin, in a voice Ithan hadn't heard in
years. He dared to look at the old male. — I heard what you said — said
the Cousin to Ithan — through the cameras. — The milky eyes seemed to
clear for an instant, revealing a glimpse of the powerful and fair wolf he
had been. — Danika had actually thought about what you said just now.
She had some suspicions and asked me about it and, even though I had
thought the same thing for a long time, I was running away from the truth.
It was… it was easier to continue than to face a painful reality. Maintain
stability rather than risk an uncertain future.
The Cousin took the sword Ithan offered, his wrinkled hand shaking
with the effort of holding the heavy blade.
— I allowed our people to be forced to serve in the Aux — he
continued, looking now at Perry — even when their artistic souls abhor it.
— Perry's eyes shone with pain. — What Ithan said to you is true. It has
always been true, since the First Wars and the unspeakable atrocities our
people committed in the name of the Asteri. My daughter — he glanced at
Sabine, who growled softly and didn't want to listen when I mentioned that
wolves could be more, better than us. But my—,granddaughter heard it.
the wolf kneeling at his feet. —But this must be stopped. — He extended the sword
to Ithan. — Ithan Holstrom is my heir.
A stunned silence passed through the crowd, the world. Ithan couldn't breathe.
Ithan only had time to turn and jump from the stairs before Sabine
brandished the bloody sword at him, who couldn't stop looking at
Cousin and Sigrid, the reaper he had created and who had eaten the
old wolf's soul, just as hungry as she was. a vampire...
—Ithan! Perry shouted, and Ithan watched as Sabine lunged at
him, sword in the air.
He jumped back, narrowly escaping being hit.
— This sword — Sabine panted, brandishing it — is mine. The
title is mine.
Ithan transformed so quickly that even Sabine looked shocked.
Make your brother proud.
Sabine swung her sword as Ithan attacked, a
powerful that would even split his wolf's skull in two.
Ithan jumped straight for the blade. His jaws closed around her.
Most of those present had fled as soon as Sigrid began feeding on her
Cousin's soul. But Perry and Amelie, with Gideon at their sides,
remained near the trees, watching Sabine and Ithan.
Sabine looked at the Fendyr sword, broken into seven parts, and
he looked up furiously at Ithan.
Ithan returned to his humanoid body at the same
moment. “It's just a piece of steel,” he said, panting, the metallic
smell of the blade still in his mouth. — You spent all these years
obsessing over this, resenting that Danika was with her… it's just a
piece of metal.
Sabine's claws glowed. The lips curled back from the fangs and
she growled.
But behind her, Sigrid approached the Astronomer, who had fallen
to the ground and was crawling backwards, hands up. The male
begged:
— I treated you well, I freed you from the hands of the Sub-King…
The Astronomer had no opportunity to plead his case.
Sigrid, out of spite or out of hunger, didn't allow the old man to scream
and jumped up to put her mouth on his.
Even Sabine stopped to watch as Sigrid plunged her claw-like hand
into the Astronomer's chest, ripping out his still-beating heart.
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as she took a deep breath, the brilliant light — secundalux — of her soul rising
through her body and passing through their joined mouths…
That wasn't Ithan's problem. Not at that moment. He
He looked at Sabine and gave a long, deep growl.
Sabine's nose wrinkled.
— You're not an alpha, doggy — she growled and lunged.
Ithan invested. A straight run into the jaws of death.
Sabine jumped at him and Ithan ducked, sliding, grabbing the largest of
the sword fragments and lifting it high…
Blood poured like rain and Sabine screamed as she fell to the grass with a
muffled thud. Ithan stood up and turned towards her. Sabine was crouched on
the ground, one hand pressed to her stomach, as if that could keep her now
oozing organs from falling onto the grass.
But Ithan slowly approached Sabine, and there was no one else in the
world, no mission other than that. Sabine looked up at him with furious, pain-
filled eyes.
“Everything I did was for the wolves,” Sabine said, panting.
— It was because of you — Ithan said, stopping in front of her.
She laughed disdainfully, showing her teeth covered in blood.
— You will lead them to ruin.
— That's what we'll see. — Was all Ithan said before transforming once
again into a wolf with supernatural speed.
Sabine looked into the wolf's eyes and saw death. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Ithan didn't give him the chance. It was enough of her vitriol that
was poisoning the world.
One jump, one snap of the incredibly strong jaws, and it was over.
With the extra strength he had acquired, he had managed to break the
steel sword. Breaking flesh and bone was nothing in comparison.
But once her blood hit his tongue, red took over his vision, glowing, burning.
He was angry,
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Still in wolf form, Ithan turned to the witnesses of his savagery, but Perry
said, “Don't look. — Then she
fell to her knees in front of him. He tilted his head back and exposed his
neck. A pause. - I surrender. I surrender to Cousin.
The words touched him, more despair and suffocation. He couldn't contain
the instinct to reach out and wrap his teeth around Perry's slender neck. That
taste of cinnamon and strawberry in your mouth.
Accept submission to him. The acknowledgment.
Footsteps echoed nearby. Then Amelie appeared, her face pale with shock.
And when his howl stopped echoing, he could have sworn he heard the
scream of a male wolf echoing from the Bone Quarter itself.
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Then would come the hard part: finding a safe place to meet with them,
with enough time to explain everything. But for now, the focus was on finding
the two members of Celestina's triary and trying not to get caught in the
process.
—This must open into a tunnel that will pass just below the Comitium, —
Ruhn said to Lidia, in a low voice. The sewers seemed empty, but in Crescent
Moon City there was always someone watching, listening.
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“Once we're in the building, I can take us to their barracks,” she said.
Ruhn sighed.
- All good. But when we get to the barracks…
— Then their shadows enter the scene, and we hide until Isaiah and
Naomi appear. Unless they're already there and we can find them both on
our own.
- Right. I understood. — He cracked his neck.
She looked at him.
— You seem… nervous.
He snorted.
— It's my first mission with my girlfriend. I want to make a good impression.
Her lips curved, and Ruhn led the way through another tunnel.
Any joy Tharion might have had at smelling the familiar, alluring scent of the
river died at the sight of the Imperial warships on the Istros and the Omega
boats moored near them. And, next to Cais Preto… the SPQM Faustus. The
same omega boat they had barely managed to overtake in Ydra.
He did not dare venture to the north end of the city to see the damage in
Asphodel Meadows. That wasn't why they had come there and he knew that
nothing he saw would make him feel better. The city was eerily silent. As if
he was in mourning.
His face and hair were hidden by a soleball cap, Tharion glared at the
armada for so long while he was there, on the pier, that Sathia warned: — If
you keep looking like that, you'll draw
attention to us.
“I should get in the water and blow holes in the hulls of all these boats,”
Tharion grumbled.
- Focus. If you do this, we will not achieve our objective. — She looked
worriedly at the ships. — Which is beyond necessary.
— They are holding the city hostage.
— All the more reason to appeal to the Queen of Rio to welcome people.
Sathia smiled.
- Stop this. It will only encourage her to be cuter — Tharion murmured.
Sathia bit her lip, and as much as seeing that made him
Distracted, Tharion managed to compose himself and ordered the otter:
— Tell the River Queen that Tharion Ketos wants a meeting.
The mustaches twitched again.
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The otter took the coin with its little black fingers and turned it over. His eyes lit up
at the exorbitant sum. With a flick of its long tail, the animal leapt back into the turquoise
water with barely a ripple and disappeared.
Tharion watched her swim gracefully into the depths and then disappear into the
darkness of the Blue Court of the Deep. The small bright lights were the only sign of
life there.
- And now? — asked Sathia again, looking at the ships
of war moored in the river. If a soldier recognized Tharion...
He pulled his soleball cap lower.
—Now we hide in the shadows and wait.
***
“This doesn't seem safe,” Ember complained for the fifth time as Bryce stood in front of
the Northern Rift arch. Hunt waited ten paces behind her, his feathers freezing. — It
seems to me the opposite of safe. You are opening the Northern Rift to Hell. And we're
supposed to believe that these demons, the princes, for Urd's sake… are good?
— I'm not sure they're any good. But they are on our side.
Trust me, Mom,” Bryce said.
“Trust her, Ember,” Randall pleaded, but from the tension in his voice, Hunt knew
he wasn't very happy either.
“Whenever you're ready, Athalar,” Bryce called.
— I thought you didn't need me to fuel you anymore.
Even more so with all this extra power he has now — said Hunt.
“I don't want to try to do this alone,” Bryce said. — It seems too risky to test my
new skills right now.
Hunt gathered his lightning. Praying to all the gods, even though they
had only screwed up his life until then. The power of lightning was familiar,
but it suddenly felt strange. Hellfire, as Apollion called it.
Answers—at least, answers to who and what he was, why he, and no
one else, had that lightning. Even the thunderbirds, created by Hell, had
been hunted to extinction by the asteri. With Sofie's death, in fact, they
disappeared.
Although the resurrection of the Harpy, another thing he was guilty of,
suggested that the Asteri now had other methods of raising the dead.
Just as it had happened that day in the Asteri palace, when she leapt from her world
to another, Hunt's lightning passed through Bryce's back and the Horn, striking the
star in his chest—and the Gate.
Ember screamed in fear, and even Randall took a step back, but
Hunt let the lightning flow to Bryce, maintaining a flow
constant.
“Open it,” ordered Bryce, his voice carried by the wind. A track
of darkness began to spread in the middle of the Gate.
Hunt channeled more lightning into it, and the gap widened, inch by inch.
The Northern Rift had been fixed on Hell—until that moment. Until his power
passed not only through Bryce's Horn, but also through the star on his chest—that
link to a different world. Reorient the Gate, as on that day in the Eternal Palace, to
open elsewhere. That was their theory, at least. No one has ever tried to manipulate
the Northern Rift to open somewhere other than Hell, but…
Bryce's hair fluttered against the snow and ice, but she maintained an
eerie calm until emptiness filled the entire enormous Gate.
Hunt cut through the lightning and ran to where Bryce stood before
from the wall of darkness.
Darkness dappled by starlight.
A female with golden brown hair was sitting on a
armchair in front of a fireplace on the other side. All that darkness was the
starry night beyond the windows.
His face was a picture of pure shock when Bryce
He raised his hand in greeting and
said, “Hello, Nesta.”
***
The River Queen sat in a chair in front of a computer panel in the control
room, connected to the western airlock, on a makeshift throne in the sterile,
functional space. The technician operating the computer had vacated the
chamber almost running at the queen's command.
Tharion was well aware that the airlock could easily be washed to remove
any and all traces of blood. A body expelled from that would go straight to
the sobeks circling outside like reapers.
If Sathia noticed these details, if she understood that she and Tharion
had been taken there just for the convenience of getting rid of the corpse,
she didn't let on.
The wife curtsied, a graceful movement that did nothing to match the
casual leggings and white sweater, the cashmere dirty and torn at the bottom
hem.
— Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you — said Sathia, her voice
refined but not at all threatening.
The River Queen's dark eyes swept over Sathia.
— Should I open my arms to the female who usurped my daughter?
Sathia didn't even flinch.
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— I assume you really want something from me, if you came back
to risk my wrath,” said the River Queen.
Tharion lowered his head.
— Yes, Your Majesty.
— And yet you brought your wife… for what? To calm me down? Or as a
shield to hide?
"Considering it barely touches my chest," said Tharion,
dry —, I don't think it would serve as a shield.
Sathia glared at him, but the River Queen frowned.
— Always making jokes. Always making a fool of himself. — She waved
her hand adorned with shell and coral rings toward Sathia. — I suppose I
should wish you congratulations on your marriage, but instead I wish you good
luck. With a male like that for a husband, you're going to need it.
— I thank you — said Sathia with such sincerity that Tharion almost
believed it too. — May your good wishes reach Urd's ears. — Okay, maybe
he underestimated his wife, who seemed more comfortable in this environment
than he was.
In fact, the River Queen seemed quite intrigued by the
Sathia's elegance when put to the test, then saying:
— Well, Tharion. Let's hear what is so important that you dared to enter
my kingdom again.
He clasped his hands behind his back, exposing his chest as he knew the
River Queen preferred. He didn't see the jagged sea glass knife anywhere,
but he knew it was always in his hand.
weapon.
—Queen, huh? — asked the River Queen. — Of the Valbaran Fae and Avallen?
— Her eyes slid to Sathia, representative of the fae, she supposed.
Holy shit. But Sathia answered for him with that unshakable calm:
this spring.
Damn, she was good.
The River Queen waved her hand toward the window overlooking
to the depths and the monsters that prowled beyond.
—And she can give me a good reason not to kill Tharion
right now and send his body to the beasts in the river?
Sathia didn't even look at the hovering sobeks.
— Because he is now in the service of Queen Bryce. If you kill him, you'll
have to deal with the fae.
A display of small pointy teeth.
—They will have to reach the Depths first.
Sathia didn't miss a beat.
— I believe it would not be in your interest to become a city under siege.
By the gods, his wife was brave. Tharion wisely showed no reaction, but
for Ogenas, if they survived this encounter, he would ask Sathia to teach him
those techniques.
The River Queen laughed mockingly, but tilted her head before saying
change the subject.
— How does the girl have so much power in her hands, all of a sudden?
— She’s the one who has to tell this story — said Sathia, folding her
hands behind her back — but she has powerful allies.
In this world and in others.
- Others?
Tharion dared to speak, transforming his voice into a mirror of his wife's
balanced calm:
— Bryce considers the Princes of Hell as allies.
—So she is an enemy of Midgard. And an idiot too, if she's trying to hide
the people of this city from the demons she's going to ally herself with.
— She does not seek to hide people from Hell, but rather from the wrath
dos asteri,” Tharion explained.
The River Queen glared at him.
predatory. A little of that silver flame was beginning to grow at his fingertips. Could
it withstand Bryce's starfire?
Especially with the strength of that power leveled in his body behind it?
But Nesta just watched him imperiously and then turned to Bryce.
— No. — Nesta's eyes showed no mercy. —Now close the portal and
get lost. — She looked over her shoulder, to where the stars seemed to
be fading in the distance. — Before the High Lord arrives and tears you
to pieces.
- What is that? — asked Hunt, indicating the approaching darkness.
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— It's true that I got the better of it, yes — Bryce replied coldly, and
Nesta's eyes shone with the provocation — but that's beside the point.
Look, I get it… the Masquerade is incredibly powerful and dangerous. I
also wouldn't trust someone who asked me to use the Horn. But my world
needs it.
Nesta was silent.
Darkness approached, stealthily. It was possible to feel the fury
emanating from her, along with a primordial anger. Bryce stepped forward,
and Nesta's dagger tilted upward.
“Please,” Bryce said again. — I promise I will return the Mask… and
the Truth-Revealer. After doing what I have to do here.
— You must think I'm a fool if you believe I'm going to hand you one of
the most lethal weapons in my world. Especially considering that the
monsters in her world have been wanting to get their hands on her and the
other Nefarious Treasures for millennia. Not to mention that few people
can survive after using the Mask. If you use it, you could end up dying.
Bryce couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks, tears
that instantly turned to ice.
— I know you don't trust me, there's no reason to trust me, but I
promise I'll return the Mask. I brought a guarantee… to prove that my
intentions are good. That I will return, yes.
And with that, Bryce called on his parents to move forward. Ember
and Randall gave her wary looks, but approached the portal.
Doing that broke Bryce's heart, but she told Nesta firmly:
"If you don't give me the Mask," she said to the female. —, of any
way take them with you.
Nesta was left without a reaction.
“Take my parents,” Bryce repeated, his voice breaking. — They have
no idea why they are here, or who you are or what your world is like. They
think I'm talking to someone at That's all I ask.
Hell. But take them and keep them safe.
Nesta analyzed Bryce, then the girl's parents. He placed the dagger
on the side table near the chair.
— You would leave them in my world… to perhaps never see them
again.
“I would,” Bryce confirmed. — I need Hunt to help me against the asteri,
but my parents are human. They will be easy targets for the asteri… they
are already being hunted. They are good people. — She fought back
another sob. — They are the best people.
“Bryce,” Randall said, with a warning tone in his voice that said he had
seen the encroaching darkness and knew there was something wrong with
that plan.
However, Bryce couldn't look at his parents. Just for Nesta.
The silver fire in the female's gray-blue eyes dimmed, then disappeared.
Nesta held out her hand to Bryce, something golden glinting there.
To Mask.
— If it's going to bring you anything good — Nesta said quietly, you —,
can borrow it.
When the female looked at Bryce's parents, it was clear: she would
accept the guarantee.
Bryce swallowed.
— What the fuck is this? murmured Hunt, as if he could feel the ancient
power of unfathomable depth emanating from the Mask in Nesta's hand.
She could have sworn that the world itself, all the worlds, shook when
Nesta's hand reached inside her.
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Bryce stuffed it into his jacket, zipping it up. The thing reverberated
against his body, the archaic heat echoing in his bones. His starlight seemed
to flicker in response. As if whatever piece of Theia remained inside knew
the Mask and was happy to find it again.
His power struck her parents. Not a flash of lightning, but a gust of wind
at their backs, pushing them through the portal, across the Northern Rift, into
Nesta's world.
— Bryce! — screamed his mother, stumbling… but Bryce didn't wait.
He maintained silence as he commanded the Horn to break the
connection, destroying the bridge between the worlds. The last image he
had was of darkness, of Rhysand's power, colliding with the windows of
Nesta's room, her mother's indignant face, Randall reaching for the rifle...
The snow and fog returned. The Rift has been closed. And the parents of
Bryce were on the other side of her.
Bryce's knees wobbled. Hunt placed his hand on her elbow.
“Bryce, we need to go,” Hunt repeated, more firmly. — Can you teleport
us back to the wall?
It must have been a relief for Bryce to know that her parents were in that
other world, with people she had discovered were
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decent and kind, but her mother would never forgive her. Randall would
never forgive her. Not just for throwing them into that world, but for
leaving Cooper behind.
“What the fuck,” Hunt hissed, and Bryce turned away as he forced
his body behind his.
Just in time for the Harpy, coated in white to camouflage itself in the
snow, burst out of the mists. Even the black wings had been painted
white to go unnoticed.
Amid the billowing mists, she was as horrible as Bryce remembered,
but her face… there was no trace of life or consciousness there. She
was a carcass, a host, with a single mission: to kill.
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Any hope of Tharion achieving his goal was dashed when the River
Queen's daughter threw herself into her mother's lap, sobbing.
Sathia just stared at the girl, as if she had run out of any courtesy
they could use to their own advantage. The River Queen stroked her
daughter's dark hair, murmuring gentle words, but her eyes burned with
absolute hatred for Tharion.
The River Queen's daughter raised her head when she heard his
voice, her face wet with tears. The river outside trembled, shaking the
Blue Court.
— You sold yourself to a fae bitch? — She sniffed in Sathia’s
direction. —With earth in your veins? Without even a drop of water as
an attraction?
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“Bryce sent me here to beg for your help, but I'm also asking you
for me. Not as a merman, not as someone from the Blue Court, but
as a living being who loves this city.
There is no other place in Valbara that can weather the storm. This
place, the Depths… can at least withstand the first impact. Offer a
safe haven to the children of Crescent Moon City. A chance. If you
don't want the entire population to come, at least shelter the children.
— I'm sorry — Tharion replied. — I'm sorry for having deceived you,
for having slept with you, and for having realized too late that I had gone
too far. I'm sorry for dragging you around for years... I didn't know how
to talk to you, or be an adult, and I'm sorry. It wasn't right of me, it was
immature, and I hate what I did to you, I hate that I did that to someone.
The daughter of the Queen of the River was foaming with rage.
Tharion continued: — But if you welcome the people of this city, if
you shelter them against whatever storm the Asteri may bring... when
this is over, if I'm alive... — he said, his voice breaking, and he kept his
gaze in hers. — I divorce my wife and marry you.
Sathia quickly turned to him, but Tharion couldn't face her, he couldn't
bear to see her reaction when she heard how he would abandon her
too...
The River Queen's daughter sniffed, a child calming down
after a tantrum.
- Accepted. I will marry you when you get rid of her.
— No, he won't get married. — The voice of the Queen of the River shook the
room, the river. — My daughter does not accept this proposal. Me neither.
Tharion's chest felt tight.
“Please,” he begged. — If I could only…
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“I'm not done talking yet,” she interrupted, raising her hand.
Tharion fell silent, obediently. — I no longer want my daughter to be linked to
someone like you, neither by will nor by promise.
As far as marriage between you is concerned, it will never happen.
- Mother…
— Now you are your wife's problem — said the Queen of the River to Tharion.
He closed his eyes as he felt the burning in them, hating it, hating that he had
lost this opportunity, that safe haven for the people of Crescent Moon City,
because of his own stupid behavior.
Tharion opened his eyes and saw her looking at him curiously. No
with kindness, but with something similar about it.
— No... it wasn't my place to question — replied the merman.
— You're afraid of me, like anyone with intelligence is — she concluded, a
little smugly. —But I also have my fears. Of this world, at the mercy of the asteri.
cost. I may not have known why, but I had no intention of letting them capture either Sofie
or her brother.
Tharion was left without a reaction.
— You… were you after them to stop the asteri?
She nodded subtly.
— It might not have made a difference in a larger context, but keeping them safe was
my attempt, however modest, to thwart the Asteri's plans.
Tharion didn't know what to do other than bow his head and admit: — Emile wasn't
a thunderbird, just a human. He's hiding now.
***
The Harpy was terrifying. Hunt could feel her absence. The emptiness emanating from her.
The Asteri had risen from the dead, but left their souls aside.
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They had avoided the necromancers, who used someone's soul for
resurrection, and instead had created a perfect soldier to be stationed there:
one who felt neither cold nor hunger, and who had no scruples whatsoever.
And all of this had come from his lightning. From your Hellfire. He knew,
deep down, that it wasn't his fault, but… he had given Rigelus that lightning bolt.
The Harpy didn't respond. He showed no sign that he had heard or that he
cared. As if he had lost his voice. Identity itself.
“Fry that shit,” Bryce said to Hunt, and he didn't miss a beat.
time to send a cloud of lightning towards the Harpy.
She dodged, her white-painted wings quick as
Always…
No, they hadn't been painted white. They had turned white.
As if whatever the asteri had done to her, with the help of Hunt's lightning, had
faded the color of her wings.
Hunt fired another bolt of lightning, then another, and it could have lit up the
entire fucking sky if it weren't for that shitty halo...
— Athalar! — A familiar male voice rumbled from the mist.
above them.
Hunt didn't dare take his eyes off the Harpy when he recognized the voice.
Isaiah.
— What the fuck... — said an equally familiar female voice.
Naomi.
But it was the third voice, coming from behind him as the person
landed in the snow, which sent chills through Hunt's body.
—But what new horror is this?
The governor of Valbara had arrived.
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***
Bryce didn't know which was worse: Celestina or the Harpy. The female
who had stabbed them in the back or the one who had literally tried to slit
Ruhn's throat.
She and Hunt couldn't handle two enemies at once... not in freezing
temperatures, completely exhausted after opening the Rift, with the mists
obscuring almost everything.
The Harpy attacked, and Hunt released the lightning so fast that only
the most agile of angels could dodge the attack. The Harpy did it and
threw himself down, mist sliding off his white wings, heading straight for
Bryce. She rolled out of the way, and the Harpy fell to the ground, snow
exploding around her, but soon she was back on her feet, hurtling toward
Bryce.
Isaiah hit the Harpy with a wall of wind, knocking her back, but
Celestina was less than a meter away, and Hunt was already spinning to
face her...
Bryce unzipped his thick jacket, the cold wind quickly biting his skin.
She took the Mask.
And he gave no warning before placing the icy gold on the
face.
***
Wearing the Mask was like being underwater, or at a very high altitude.
Bryce's head filled with the thing's power, his blood vibrated, pulsing in
harmony with the presence in his head, in his bones. The world seemed
to dilute itself to its basic essence: alive or dead. She was alive, but with
the Masquerade, she could even escape her own death and live forever.
When the Harpy lay dissected in the snow, Bryce finally removed the Mask...
and saw Naomi, Isaiah and Celestina staring at her, overcome with shock and
terror.
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— Nothing done — Ruhn said on the cell phone as he and Lidia once
again snaked through the sewers — they weren't in the Triarians'
private tents. We wait for hours, but they are deserted. No one
coming or going. Judging by Isaiah and Naomi's rooms, there are
days when no one goes there.
Lidia walked forward, her neck bent forward as she checked the
burner cell phone she had taken with her from the Freighter of the
Deep… years ago, it seemed.
— So what do we do? asked Flynn. — Are we still waiting? Dec
managed to hack Aux's computers while I checked the area, but
didn't find anything about their movements either. It doesn't even
seem like Aux knows they're gone.
Ruhn and Lidia walked about another block through the silence and the
stench before he said:
— You once put me to sleep with a story, about a
witch who turned into a monster.
— What's wrong?
She cast him a sideways glance. — Is
it a real story, or did you make it up?
— It was a story my mother told me — she replied softly. — The only
one I remember her telling me when I was a kid before she… gave up on me.
He had been about to ask if the similarities between the evil prince and
Pollux, the gentle knight and himself, had been prophetically intended, but
with the sadness in her voice…
— I'm sorry you had to go through that, Lidia. I can't even think about
doing that to a child. The idea of letting my own daughter go into the arms of
a stranger...
— But I did it — she interrupted, looking straight ahead, into space. —
What my mother did to me, I did exactly the same thing to my children.
He felt his heart clench at the pain and guilt in her voice.
— You entrusted your children to a good family…
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- I did not know that. I had no idea who they would live with.
She placed her hand in his as they walked forward, but Ruhn stopped
her again, long enough to tilt Lidia's head back and kiss her again.
Ruhn smiled again and put his arm around her waist as they walked into
the dim light. They walked in warm, comfortable silence for several blocks
before Lidia's cell phone vibrated and she took it out of her pocket to check
the screen. — It's from the Freighter of the Deep — she
informed, stopping to open the message.
***
Hunt didn't allow himself to think much about it… the unholy grandeur
of Bryce wearing the Masquerade. In what she had managed to do with
the Harpy.
He turned to Celestina, Isaiah and Naomi behind her, all dressed in
heavy winter gear. The white wings of Isaiah and the governor were almost
invisible against the snow.
Their faces, however, were tense and shocked.
- What are you doing here? Hunt asked.
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— Why didn't they send a legion? asked Hunt, looking at the two
angels who were once his closest companions. — Why come yourselves?
—She went against the orders of the asteri to come here — he added.
Isaiah. — Let's get out of the cold and talk...
“I'm done talking shit,” Hunt cut in, and his power stirred. — I've had
enough of archangels and your bullshit.
His lightning hissed through the snow. When his vision flashed, he
He knew that the lightning had forked in his eyes.
Celestina raised her gloved hands.
— I don't want to fight with you, Athalar.
“What a pity,” Hunt replied, and lightning slid across his tongue. — I
want to fight with you.
He didn't warn anymore before releasing the power on the archangel.
He gave his all, but it still wasn't enough. The power was choking because
of limitations, restricted by the halo.
A collar to restrain demons.
It hadn't worked on the princes. He wouldn't even allow it
to keep working on it.
Hunt let the power grow. The snow around him melted.
Apollion had bestowed the very essence, Hellfire, upon Hunt. And if
that made him a child of Hell, so be it.
Hunt closed his eyes and there he saw… the black strip of the halo,
engraved on his own soul. The shape of the thorn vine. The spell to
restrain him.
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The halo's spines trembled and bled. Black ink began to flow,
dissolving into nothingness, swallowed by the power that was emerging
in him at the moment, growing…
Hunt opened his eyes to see Isaiah slack-jawed, staring at him in fear
and wonder. The halo still staining his friend's forehead.
No more.
Knowing where it was, how to destroy it, made it easier. Hunt stretched
a tentacle of power towards Isaiah, and before his friend could retreat, he
cut the halo on his forehead with a line.
Isaiah hissed, staggering back. A thunderous and angry wind rose
from his feet as his halo also fell from the
head.
Celestina took turns looking between the two, terror written all over her face.
face.
—That's not... That's not...
“I suggest you run,” Hunt said, his voice so
freezing as the wind that whipped their faces.
However, Celestina straightened her posture. He remained firm. And
with a bravery that Hunt had not expected, she asked:
- Why are you here?
As if he would be distracted by the question, as if that were
delay the fate that awaited her…
Bryce answered for him:
— To open the Northern Rift to Hell.
Naomi turned to Bryce and replied: —
What?
Isaiah, too stunned by the halo's removal to pay much attention to the
conversation, stared at his hands, as if
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Bryce stopped in place, causing snow to fly to the sides because of his
abrupt stop. That magnificent light burned in her chest, casting a brilliant glare
on the snow. Breathing heavily, Bryce replied to the archangel: — The Princes
of Hell have offered help, and Midgard
needs that help, whether you know it or not. Hunt and I have already killed
two archangels. Don't make us kill her too.
— How come... how do you have the power of archangels when you're
not one? — she questioned.
“Because I am Umbra Mortis,” Hunt replied, his voice as implacable as the
ice around them.
And he had never felt more like a bearer of that title than when he was
there facing Celestina, and he knew that, with a blow to her heart, she would
be nothing more than flaming, bloody remains.
Celestina lowered her gaze and fell to her knees. As if she herself knew
too.
A cloud of pure, raw lightning rose over Hunt's shoulder, an asp ready to
strike. He looked at Bryce, waiting for confirmation to incinerate the archangel.
— You are not Umbra Mortis — she stated. — Basically, it never was and
never will be.
Hunt pointed his lightning-encased finger at Celestina.
— She and her entire race should be exterminated from the face of
Midgard.
“Maybe,” Bryce replied gently, taking another step. A
Her starlight dimmed until it disappeared. —But not for you.
He felt disgusted. Never in his life had he hated Bryce, but
in that moment, with her doubting him, Hunt hated it.
—She doesn't deserve to die, Hunt.
— She fucking deserves it — he shot. — I remember each one of them…
all the angels who marched against us on Mount Hermon, the entire Senate,
the Asteri, and the archangels at my trial.
I remember them all, and she's no better than they were. She's no better than
Sandriel, than Micah.
“Maybe,” Bryce repeated, his voice still gentle, still soothing.
He hated that too. — No one is forgiving her, but she doesn't deserve to die,
and I don't want her blood on your hands.
— Where was all this mercy towards the Autumn King?
You didn't stop Ruhn at the time.
— The Autumn King had done nothing throughout that long and wretched
life except cause pain. He didn't deserve even a warning, let alone my mercy.
She Yes.
- Why? — He looked at his partner, his anger softening.
a little. - Why?
— Because she made a mistake — Naomi replied, taking a step forward
with a distressed expression. — And he's been trying to make things right
ever since. Isaiah and I didn't accompany her here because she ordered us
to. We wanted to help her.
Hunt pointed to the Rift just inches from Bryce.
—She will stop you from opening the Rift.
— I won't go — Celestina promised, keeping her head bowed.
- I surrender.
“Leave her alone, Hunt,” Bryce said.
“Morven surrendered, and you killed him,” Hunt shot back angrily.
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“I know,” Bryce retorted. — And I'm going to have to live with that. I don't
want you to carry the same burden. Hunt… We already have enough
enemies. Leave her alone.
— I swear by Solas himself — Celestina pronounced, the greatest oath
an angel could invoke — that I will help you, if it is in my power.
His lightning ran across Bryce's skin, but he didn't allow it to cause pain.
He would never hurt her.
“You said you're with me… all of you,” Bryce murmured, looking at him
and only him. — Leave the past behind. Focus on what's ahead. We have
a world to save, and I need my partner by my side to do it. No one else…
not a child of Hell, not Umbra Mortis, not even Hunt Athalar. I need my
partner. Just Hunt.
He saw it all in her eyes: that it didn't matter what happened, who he
was and what he had done; It didn't really matter to her. Being raised in Hell
didn't matter to her. But Bryce had captured who he was, deep down, in
those photos last spring. The person she had brought into the world. The
person she loved.
Yes Hunt.
So he left it aside. He set aside the lightning, death buzzing through his
veins. He left aside the mocking smiles of Apollion and Thanatos. He set
aside his anger at the archangel before him, and the archangels who were
before her.
Just Hunt. He liked that.
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“That's why you sent Ruhn and Lidia to get them,” Hunt commented
quietly, still shocked.
Isaiah gave him a questioning look, but it was Bryce who responded,
“Yes. I
thought if we could get them here, and then get Nesta's Mask... maybe
it would work.
— But how are you going to resurrect them? — asked Hunt. Bryce had
told him that Nesta had used the bones of a beast. —Their bodies have
deteriorated…
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“The asteri kept their wings,” Bryce said, disgust permeating every word.
— They kept their wings, like trophies. But as they didn't have Sailboats, I
think part of their soul may still be attached.
— You said the Masquerade can resurrect dead bodies… not grant new
souls to bodies. “That's what I saw
Nesta doing,” Bryce revealed. —But the light of Theia…
Cupping her hands in front of her chest, she conjured the fiery and
beautiful light. It illuminated the mists, making the snow at his feet sparkle.
“This,” Bryce began, his face shining in the starlight, “seems to recognize
the Mask, somehow. When I wear the Mask, I can feel the attraction between
the two powers. Maybe it's something in Theia's light. I think you can
command the Mask to do… different things.
— The Fallen would not receive new, living bodies, but rather… they
would be able to help us.
—But what kind of bodies, then? Isaiah asked, giving Hunt a nervous
look.
“The kind the asteri already made for us,” Bryce replied.
in a lower tone. — Perfect blends of magic and technology.
“The new mech-suits,” said Hunt. — Those who asteri them
left on Mount Hermon.
Bryce nodded seriously.
— I think Rigelus left those suits up there to tease you, but it's time to
blow the shit in his face.
Lidia said that the suits don't need pilots to work, so we don't need to
worry about any physical interference. Dec can hack their computer
system and block Imperial access while the souls of the Fallen merge
with the mech-suits and pilot them under Naomi and Isaiah's command.
And, just as he had done the day Hunt had given Sandriel what she deserved,
Isaiah suddenly knelt before him. Naomi did the
same.
“I'm not an archangel,” Hunt said firmly. - And I dont
I agreed to lead you two, so stand up.
It was Celestina who replied: —
Perhaps the era of the archangels has come to an end.
— You seem happy about it.
— I would stay, if it happened — Celestina confirmed, getting up. — I told you
once: Shahar was my friend. I may not have had the courage to fight alongside her
at the time…” She lifted her chin. —But now I do.
Naomi's eyelashes were pearly with tears that soon turned to ice when
she added: — It was the most cowardly,
unforgivable thing... We don't agree with
that. None of us. Not Celestina, and certainly not the 33rd.
Hunt looked at Bryce and saw only pain and cold determination reflected
in his eyes. She was right. They already had enough enemies. And enemies
who needed to pay.
And he might not trust a syllable that came out of the archangel's mouth,
but if Isaiah and Naomi believed in Celestina, that had weight. Isaiah, who had
suffered under the archangels as much as Hunt, was there, helping Celestina,
knowing that she had betrayed his friend. Isaiah wasn't just any asshole with
no courage at all. He was good, smart and brave.
Hunt still had enough lightning to boost Bryce again. The energy shot through
her and into the gate, into the heart of the Northern Rift.
Her momentum, scorching with that pure starlight, changed places again.
Celestina, Isaiah, and Naomi stood a step back, all glowing with power,
preparing for the worst.
Impenetrable darkness spread within the arch, broken only by two twinkling
blue eyes.
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Bryce made a grand, sweeping gesture with his arm as the Gorge
Prince crossed the Northern Rift.
“Welcome back to Midgard,” she greeted. - I expect
May your stay be pleasant.
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He had showered in the tents in the Lair and changed into Aux's
drab clothes, then stopped by briefly to talk to Perry and the others
before rushing back to the House of Flame and Shadow. He was a
Cousin, yes, and everything that implied, but…
- Why?
— I need to see my brother. And considering what a disaster it
was the last two times I got involved with the dead… I'm not going to
make the same mistake a third time. I need the Sub-King's help.
Ithan paced up and down Jesiba's office.
— Again: why?
He looked straight at her.
— Because Connor is trying to talk to me.
He had heard that howl from the Bone Quarter and had known
who it was. Who called him.
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While Ithan was changing, Hypaxia had delivered the antidote to the
Lair, to those who would accept it. Perry had been first in line, it seemed.
And it wasn't an omega who had been in front of Ithan when he had gone
to check on her when she left the Lair.
Ithan hadn't stayed long enough to find out what Perry was, what
powers she and the others had obtained, so long buried in the wolf
bloodline. He had given the order that this new knowledge should be
restricted to the Lair, and the wolves had agreed.
— Maybe I should have left Sigrid in that tank. It would have been better than
being a reaper. — There was no one to blame for Sigrid's situation other than himself.
Ithan rubbed his forehead. — Look, I need to see my brother. One last time.
- Impossible.
Ithan bared his teeth.
— I know you can ask the Sub-King. — He didn't wait for an answer before
questioning: — Do you know... about secundalux? That our souls are food for the
Sub-King and the asteri?
- Be.
Ithan shook his head.
—And that doesn't bother you?
—Of course it bothers me, it's been bothering me for fifteen thousand years. But
it is only one arm of the many-headed beast that is the domain of the Asteri.
no moment...
He tried not to think about the debilitating panic and dread.
Jesiba was silent for a moment, then replied softly: — Let me see what I can
do, doggy. — She twisted the
mouth to the side. — Bring Hypaxia with you.
***
Bryce had just entered the guard booth when his cell phone rang. She had needed a
second, a damned second alone… to digest the enormity of what she had done.
She had thrown her own parents into the world of the fae.
Bryce had always found some comfort in knowing that no matter what he did, or
where he was, Ember Quinlan and Randall
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Silago were on Nidaros… that Ember and Randall existed and would always
be willing to fight for her. Fight with her, knowing well who her mother was.
Being aware of that was also comforting.
And now they were… gone. They were alive, yes, but on the other side
of the universe.
They could have stayed in Avallen, safe with everyone else, with Cooper,
but she had needed them. He had needed them to bargain with Nesta, but
he had also needed to know that his parents were categorically off limits to
the asteri.
Bryce knew it was selfish. Cowardice. However, he had no regrets.
- Soul?
— I need you to come back here.
- What there was?
Panic permeated his every word: —
Pollux intercepted the Deep Freighter as people were descending on the
edge of Avallen's mists. He killed a lot of sea creatures… I don't know how,
but he knew about Lidia's children. Pollux took them. They are trapped in
the palace.
Bryce almost dropped his cell phone. Outside, Hunt was a shadow
against the darkness and snow, their companions like shadows around him.
Behind Hunt and the others, stretching into the distance, marched the
armies of Hell. They covered the entire nearly forty kilometers from the wall
to the still open Rift.
Unholy horrors… especially those pets that had been released into
Crescent Moon City that spring. Bryce had never been so happy to have
the Archesian amulet around his neck, although he wondered if the object
would be able to stop that many demons, if they decided it was time for a
snack.
Hell were they also aware of that? How many of them had entered
Crescent Moon City a few months earlier and, with joy, distilled pain
and death?
But that time, true to the prince's word, the beasts behaved. As for
the soldiers, Bryce didn't look too closely at the faces beneath the
armor, nor at the spiky wings jutting out over the ranks, the clawed
hands holding spears. They didn't talk, they didn't growl. Breathing
curved under helmet visors with each step in the frigid air. Each step
deeper into Midgard.
— I think I've seen that movie — Ithan murmured to Hypaxia, the two of
them standing on the Black Pier, each with a Death Mark in their hand. —
You, me, the Under-King…
— Our best friend — Hypaxia replied ironically, the mists of the Bone
Quarter forming an impenetrable wall across the river. She gestured to the
water. - We can?
Ithan nodded, and the two threw the Deathmarks into the river. The
objects sank with a soft splash, and ripples spread from the inside out in a
single direction: south. The direction of the Quarteirão dos Ossos. And they
disappeared into the mist.
In the subsequent silence, Ithan dared to say:
— Jesiba said you and the governor were… uh… together.
For how long?
She turned to Ithan, with a pained expression.
— A little while, but we're not there anymore.
—Even while she was with Ephraim?
—Her deal with Ephraim is a political contract. What she and I have…
we had…” Hypaxia shook her head, the moonlight bathing her dark curls in
silver. — I'm sure Jesiba said I was naive.
Hypaxia looked at where her Death Mark had disappeared beneath the
surface.
— Everyone warned me, you know? That archangels cannot be trusted.
That they are indoctrinated in secret training camps, that they are puppets
of the asteri. But she spent all that time in Nena, and I thought that ended
the influence the Asteri had on her. — Hypaxia bit her lip, then added: —
Apparently it served as an incentive for her to do whatever was necessary
to get out of that frozen piece of land.
— I'm still a witch — confirmed Hypaxia, clasping her hands at her sides. —
No one can take that away from me.
Ithan studied the black boards beneath his feet. I needed to get the sailboat
for Cousin. For Sabine too, he supposed.
But did it really have? Cousin's soul no longer existed.
There was nothing to be offered to the Bone Quarter other than an empty body.
And if the people of Lunathion saw Cousin's boat tip over, without understanding
why... He couldn't allow that.
I would gladly let Sabine go through the humiliation of everyone watching
her boat tip over. I would also be happy to allow her soul to continue living in the
Bone Quarter until it was time to become mysterious meat for the Asteri, but to
begin with, I would have to decide whether she deserved a Sailboat.
A black boat appeared through the mists ahead, gliding right toward Ithan
and Hypaxia, waiting at the dock. Exactly as Jesiba promised she would do.
Ithan swallowed.
- The taxi has arrived.
***
Ithan knew he was the Cousin of the Valbaran Wolves, but he certainly didn't
feel like one. The whole thing was a joke. He was just… a guy.
Beauty, one with more power than he had realized, but now there were people
who depended on him. Ithan needed to make decisions.
At least when he was soleball captain the coaches told him what to do. Now
he was coach and captain, everything
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together.
And, considering how much shit he had done recently and how his choice to help
Sigrid had led her to a completely disastrous fate... Gods, he really didn't feel like a
Cousin at all.
Except he tried to at least look like one—back straight, shoulders back—as he and
Hypaxia prostrated themselves before the Underking in a temple to Urd made of gray
stone.
The Under-King sat on a throne beneath a monstrously large statue that depicted
a figure raising a black metal bowl between his hands. There were symbols engraved
on the bowl, which continued down the fingers, arms, and then the body of the figure.
Ithan could only assume he intended to represent Urd. No other temple illustrated the
Goddess, no one even dared… Most people claimed that it was impossible to portray
destiny in any single form. However, it seemed that the dead, unlike the living, had an
image of her. And those symbols that stretched from the bowl to her skin… they were
like tattoos.
It was strange, but they looked familiar. Ithan did not have time to ponder the topic,
because soon he and Hypaxia bowed their heads to the Sub-King.
“Thank you for the meeting,” Ithan said, trying to keep his cool.
breathing under control.
He prayed that none of the hounds the Underking had sent after them at the
Autumnal Equinox were lurking in the murky shadows.
At least there were no reapers. No sign of Sigrid, wherever she had gone. Another
mess he would have to deal with… but on another day. If he could stay alive to see
another day, of course.
The Sub-King's skeletal, thin fingers drummed on the arms of the throne.
Ithan couldn't help but shudder that time. I couldn't imagine what Hell
was like, if reapers and vampires were roaming the place...
Ithan hesitated.
— Did you come from the world of shapeshifters?
“You weren't known as shapeshifters back then, kid.
- So what…?
— And she — continued the Under-King, gesturing to the unusual
representation of Urd that stood imposingly above him — was not a
goddess, but a force that ruled worlds. A cauldron of life, overflowing
with the language of creation. Urd, they a
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Ithan didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he sat there with his brother on
the steps in front of the temple. Hypaxia remained inside, talking quietly to
the Sub-King.
Connor looked the same as he did the last time Ithan saw him, cheering
in the stands at the soleball game… except for the bluish light that surrounded
his body. The mark of a ghost.
Ithan had found out the hard way what that meant;
he had tried to hug his brother, but his arms went straight through him.
Seven minutes. Less than that now.
— There is so much I want to say to you — Ithan began.
Connor opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Ithan was left without a reaction.
— You can't... can't speak?
Connor shook his head.
- Never? Or just… now?
Connor said “never” with his mouth.
— But Danika talked to Bryce…
Connor patted his chest, as if to say “in here.”
Connor looked behind them, at the temple and the Under-King inside.
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When he was sure that the two were truly alone, he reached out to Ithan. A
sparkling seed of light in it.
Connor put his hand over his mouth and pretended to eat it.
- You know? — Ithan whispered. — About secundalux?
Connor agreed.
Ithan snorted.
—Of course the Pack of Demons would find out.
But Connor reached into his pocket and then placed something on the floor
between them.
A projectile.
It was made of the same smelly metal as the Death Mark. As if it had been
created from all those coins thrown into the river.
Whatever properties the metal had should have enabled the bullet to be touched
and handled by the dead.
“I don't understand,” Ithan muttered. - What is that?
Connor began gesturing, too quickly for Ithan to follow.
But robes rustled on the stone, and Ithan caught the black bullet before
for the Sub-King to appear between the columns of the temple and declare:
- Your time is over.
Connor looked at Ithan's hand, then back at his brother's face, his eyes
begging him to understand what he meant.
— And what are you other than a bizarre alien who took
advantage of this world?
Connor was looking at Ithan at the moment… wide-eyed, encouraging him
to keep quiet, to back off.
But that thing that had awakened in Ithan the moment the parasite
disappeared didn't want to go away. He faced the creature from above, that
thing from his people's home world, and saw the Sub-King for what he really
was.
Enemy, chanted his blood, and spoke of caves beneath hills, of plundered
graves and musky darkness. Enemy.
Ithan's growl caused the clouds of mist to part, ricocheting across the
temple. The ice curled at his fingertips.
Even Connor pulled away, surprised.
- What is that? — asked the Sub-King, also taking a step back, towards the
interior of the temple.
Ithan looked at his hands. Stops the ice forming crusts on them.
Enemy.
The silent dead and those who suffered... Ithan would no longer allow that.
— Get out of my kingdom — ordered the Under-King, and Ithan felt the
smell of his fear.
Surprise and terror. As if he also recognized Ithan as an old enemy.
The Under-King took another step back, almost into the temple, and slipped
on the pure ice. Straightening, his robes billowing, he raised his skeletal hand,
and Ithan knew deep down that it was to summon the hounds.
Ithan gave himself up. He poured it all into not being trapped on the steps before
of him like a statue.
He knew Connor was watching, horrified, and he didn't dare look away.
focus of the Sub-King to interpret Hypaxia's expression.
Ithan became so cold that he forgot what heat was. Forgot the fire, the sun and...
— Well, it's definitely a way to shut up the old braggart — commented Jesiba
Roga, lurking in the shadows inside the temple.
Ithan turned around, but Jesiba said to Hypaxia, who was tense and her body
vibrating with power next to the column nearby:
- Go ahead.
The ancient witch-queen did not strike with the shining power, but only picked
up an unlit brazier next to the entrance of time and lifted it up.
With a face as hard as stone, Hypaxia brandished the dark metal.
And the Under-King exploded into sparkling shards of ice.
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There was an alarming silence as Ithan watched the mound of ice that
had once been the Underking… feeling nothing.
The Sub-King was dead. Extinct.
Ithan had killed him.
— Apparently, we're going to need a new Leader for the House —
said Jesiba calmly to Hypaxia, who looked at the Sub-King, evidently
appalled by what she had done.
With what they did.
“When I went to hit him,” Hypaxia confessed softly to
Ithan, ignoring Jesiba—I put some power into the strike.
Hypaxia extended her bloody hand to Ithan, who realized that his
body was also bleeding due to the explosion of the razor-sharp ice
shards. Rivers of red ran down his hands and face. Hypaxia's
appearance wasn't much better.
Ithan held her hand with his own bloody hand. Her hand glowed,
and they both healed. The cuts on Hypaxia's face were gone... his were
gone too, judging by the tingling he felt on his skin. The fastest he had
ever seen a medwitch do.
Only when they were in front of the gate did Connor speak again:
— That bullet — Connor nodded to Ithan's hand, we were the ones who
—, made... the dead. For Bryce. — He opened a light and melancholy smile
when he pronounced the name. —For use in the Godslayer Rifle.
bullet, the shining Gate illuminating his face. — Read what is engraved on it.
Memento Mori. The letters glittered in the clear light of the Gate.
Jesiba laughed softly.
— You got the idea from me, did you?
Connor smiled at the corner of his mouth. Ithan almost collapsed with
the half-smile. Gods, he had missed this. Missing my older brother.
But the Gate of the Dead shone more brightly… as if the time had come.
As if it couldn't hold all those souls for much longer, the secundalux they
had become.
— You make me proud, you know? Every day before today, every day
from tomorrow. Nothing you do will change that,” Connor told Ithan.
It floated in the arch of the Gate, vibrating with such power that the hairs
on Ithan's arms stood on end.
— Put them inside the bullet — ordered Jesiba to Ithan, who unscrewed
the bullet’s cap and carefully approached the bullet.
seed.
All the souls of the people there… The dreams of the dead, their love
for life…
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Gently, Ithan slid the bullet around the seed of light and placed the lid back
on. He positioned the bullet between his thumb and index finger, the tip
pressing into his skin.
As light streamed through the projectile, the words Memento Mori were
illuminated for a brief moment, letter by letter.
Then they were gone, the dark metal stark in the gray light.
- And now? — asked Ithan, hoarsely, barely able to speak.
Connor had been there, and then gone. Forever.
“I have some reapers to deal with,” Hypaxia muttered, watching the mists
in the distance, where the hissing was getting louder.
Tharion didn't speak, barely breathed, until he and Sathia were back in the open air. It had
taken them a few hours to coordinate with their former colleagues how they would conduct
the exodus from the city, how they would circulate the message without alerting anyone of
the plan. Word would soon spread to the Blue Court, which was housing refugees, but
hopefully by then they would have led a good portion of the people into the Deep. And then
the Blue Court would lock itself away, praying that the power of the River Queen would be a
match for the sulfur torpedoes of the omega boats docked in the river. It was risky… but it
was a plan.
It was only after they entered a dark alley to take cover that Tharion said to Sathia: —
We did it. We fucking did it...
It was a different expression from the courteous grace she had shown
towards the River Queen. That facet was imperious, icy, and somewhat
terrifying.
The Viper Queen let out a mocking sound.
Sathia showed her teeth.
— Colin. Get away from that trash and go home.
The huge fae male stared straight ahead, unresponsive. As
had done all that time. As if he didn't hear her.
“Colin,” Sathia repeated, her voice becoming more severe with
something akin to panic.
— McCarthy won't answer unless I order it — revealed the Queen
Viper, slowly, going over to the male and running her perfectly manicured
hands over his broad chest. Golden nails sparkled against the black leather
of the fae's jacket. — But let me guess: childhood friend? Poor, handsome
faerie guard, rich, spoiled little girl… — She curled her purple-painted lips
into a smile and patted the male's cheek, purring at him. — Is that why you
came crawling to me? Didn't her daddy let you court her?
Tharion felt his heart stop when he saw the pain that took over his face.
Sathia as she muttered, more to herself than anyone else:
“I don't take orders from ancient witch-queens,” replied the Viper Queen.
The guards didn't back down in the slightest, but Colin McCarthy's gun was
definitely shaking, as if he was doing everything he could to resist the order.
— And orders from the Head of the House of Flame and Shadow? — he replied
Hypaxia.
Tharion's legs wobbled when he saw the green light that shone in her eyes.
Sathia grabbed him around the waist, grunting as she held him upright.
— If you touch him, or his friend, you will incur the wrath of
Flame and Shadow fall upon you.
Holstrom stood beside her, brimming with power (of magic, cold and
unknown) and added:
—And to the wrath of all the Valbaran Wolves.
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“Just a minute,” he asked, and Hypaxia nodded and headed into the
darkness.
— Hypaxia is a friend — Tharion explained in a soft tone to Sathia. —
Nothing bad will happen to you here.
Sathia looked up, desolate and desperate, at his face.
As if I had seen a ghost.
Maybe it really had.
— It was my Ordeal. — Sathia's mouth was so, so pale. — I only realized
later. After Colin… left. Losing him was my Ordeal.
Tharion placed his hand gently on his wife's back, surprised to feel the
strange tension within him, and led her to the door.
— We have to find Hunt and Bryce before they start any kind of
confrontation with the asteri — Ithan insisted, then picked up a vial
containing a clear liquid that was on the table.
— Hypaxia found a cure for the asteri parasite. We need to get it out to as
many people as possible.
Tharion was left without reaction, shocked. Sathia left the state
melancholy to pay attention.
Then Ithan took a long, dark bullet out of his pocket.
— And we need to get this to Bryce as soon as possible.
- What is it? asked Tharion as a strange, archaic power vibrated from
within the black projectile.
Ithan's face was grim.
— A gift from the dead.
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“Well, friends,” Bryce said to Hunt, Declan, Flynn, Ruhn, and Lidia.
Hit back. That it is possible to challenge them and live. That their hierarchies,
their rules… are ridiculous. And it's time to put an end to it.
Bryce might have even smiled if she hadn't found the right words. “What
happened in the
Asphodel Meadows was an atrocity.
What happened to those innocent families…” She bared her teeth. — It can
never happen again. We, the people of Midgard, cannot allow it to happen
again. — Bryce looked directly at the
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dead eye of the camera, to the world beyond. — The asteri lie to you,
to all of you, every second of every day. For the last fifteen thousand
years, they have been lying to us, enslaving us, and we don't even
know the half of it. They use a parasite in the water to control and collect
our magic under the guise of the Descent. Because they need magic…
they need us, our power. Without the power of the people of Midgard,
the Asteri are nothing.
She straightened her shoulders. Hunt's pride at her side was like a
heat that practically seeped through her body, but he let her continue
talking, taking the lead.
Bryce continued,
“The Asteri don't want you to know that. They conspired and killed
to keep everything secret. — The image of Danika's face, of the faces
of the Demon Pack, came to her mind. It was for them that Bryce spoke,
for Lehabah, for all those in the Meadows.
— They told us we were too weak, and they were too powerful, to fight
back. Another lie. So we're here to show you that it can be done. I
fought back and killed an archangel the Asteri had used as a puppet to
assassinate Danika Fendyr and the Demon Pack. I fought back and
won… I have the recording to prove it.
Bryce looked around the small, simple room in the hideout near the far
northeast section of the wall surrounding the Eternal City.
dead. — She choked on the word. — Who’s to say this place wasn’t discovered
too? It's not like Lidia is in the best psychological condition. Maybe I'm not
thinking straight.
“Dec and Flynn are on guard duty,” Hunt revealed, sitting down next to him.
side of her and grunting. — I think we can rest today.
Bryce rubbed his face.
— I don't know if I can sleep, knowing that the video will be released soon.
And soon after that, Hell would begin the journey to the Eternal City. Bryce
prayed that they would be able to advance without the others noticing the
presence of the armies until the right moment.
She had taken steps to ensure that.
Hunt moved his eyebrows up and down, looking at her.
Hunt smirked, but his eyes had become darker, focusing on his partner's
mouth.
— I'm up for noisy sex. — He passed one of his hands around her waist,
leaning in until their lips almost touched. — Maybe it’s our last night to…
He shivered, lowering his head. She kissed the area where the
halo had been, where he had freed himself from the clutches.
Bryce reached down until he reached his black jeans and his
rigid volume beneath the tissue.
— I want to think about it — she said, squeezing him — inside me.
but also... — The female placed her hand on her own chest, in the shining light.
Another reference to last spring, to everything that had blossomed between
them, to the words spoken in that call that she had thought was the last one
she would make. - Here.
He looked into her eyes, and there was so much love there that Bryce
couldn't take it, so much love that it dispelled any fear or dread of what that
night or the next day might bring. For a moment, there were just the two of
them, Bryce and Hunt. For a moment, there were only the souls and bodies of
the two, nothing else mattered.
Just Hunt. And just Bryce.
Then she kissed him again, and then there was no more conversation.
Hunt's tongue responded to hers with equal intensity, and the weight of his
body on hers was joy, comfort, and home. Home… he was home. Her ability to
teleport him had only been a confirmation. Home wasn't a place or a thing, it
was him.
Wherever Hunt was… there was her home. She would find him in the middle
of galaxies, if necessary.
Hunt removed Bryce's long-sleeved blouse gently, lovingly. She, in turn,
basically ripped off the black shirt he was wearing.
Hunt laughed, standing up to remove his own belt and unzip his pants.
—So impatient.
She rubbed one thigh against the other, desperate to get some friction.
Especially when his impressive erection popped out and…
His pupils dilated with desire as he pulled down her leggings. Bryce lifted
his hips, the bedsprings squeaking, and Hunt laughed at the sound.
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Hunt's booming laugh made her starlight shine, and Bryce lost her
breath as he grabbed her knees, one in each hand, and spread her legs
wide.
— If that asshole wasn't dead, I'd send him a letter of thanks.
Hunt pressed his mouth to the front of her panties and let out a sigh.
Hunt did the job for Bryce by removing the G-string with cruel, brutal
slowness. She groaned, but he twirled the panties around his finger before
setting them aside.
— It wouldn't be good to tear up this precious little thing.
— I'm going to tear you apart if you don't come inside me right now —
she declared, panting, opening her legs wider.
She almost came when she saw the absolute need, the ravenous
hunger on Hunt's face. Especially when very, very slowly he raised his eyes
to hers, and in them he saw pure lightning.
“Hunt,” Bryce pleaded, and he advanced on her.
He held his partner's hips, pulling her up, placing her at exactly the
angle he wanted as he entered her in one long, smooth movement.
Bryce moaned as he felt his size, filling every part of his insides, and
dug his fingers into the firm muscles of the male's ass, holding him there
for a moment. Reveling in the feeling of her own body settling around him,
the weight of his body on top of hers.
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- As? — Hunt panted against her hair. — How can it be so fucking hot
every time?
She dug her fingers in further, urging him to move. He withdrew until he
left almost just the head of his cock inside, then inserted it again, hard
enough to make her moan again.
- You like this way? — He adjusted the angle of her hips again, as he
pleased. — Do you like my cock deep inside you?
She couldn't do more than nod. He rewarded her with another long
thrust that made her see stars.
There were… there were real stars dancing around them,
filling the room.
“Quinlan,” he whispered, eyes wide at the stars.
Starlight emanated from her, and his lightning grazed his wife's back,
leaving ecstasy in its wake.
“Hunt,” she murmured in a moan, her climax about to arrive.
rhythmic, and his lightning was between her thighs, was in her very
blood, and everything she was and everything he was came together
in such light, such power…
The male's hoarse scream was the only warning before Hunt spilled
himself inside Bryce, which made her come again, knowing how deep
he had entered her, how much he had marked her.
He brought his fingers to his partner's clitoris, stroking her throughout
her climax, amplifying everything. The female stretched her body,
pressing her back into his chest as Hunt's fingers continued to circle,
and there had never been a more perfect moment than that, as wave
after wave of pleasure raged and emanated from Bryce's body.
And then the world went still, and the light went out, and they both
knelt on the bed, with Bryce's entire body pressed against Hunt's, one
of his hands between her legs, the other cupping the center of her
body. He placed several kisses on the area between his wife's neck
and shoulder.
“Bryce,” he murmured against her skin, his chest heaving against
the female's back. — Bryce.
She placed her hand over Hunt's, keeping him between her legs,
as if she could freeze that moment, prevent the next sunrise from
arriving.
He shuddered, kissing her again.
— I can… Fuck, I can feel you. Like, on me.
She turned her body to look at his shocked and devastated face.
—
It's as if that part of you that was... Made, or whatever you want to
call it, was in me. As if that piece of you was nestled there.
“That's good,” she replied, kissing his jaw. Inside her, his lightning
lingered, energizing her like a small sun. She continued, breathlessly:
— No matter what happens tomorrow, I'll have that piece of you with
me. Giving me strength.
She could almost summon lightning. It flowed under the skin, so
full of possibilities that she had no idea how she would sleep.
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Ithan left Tharion recovering from a dose of the antidote he had taken. The
merman's reaction was so intense that the pipes in the House of Flame and
Shadow had burst due to the spike in his water magic. Hypaxia would be
quite busy, keeping the House in order.
could decipher. It had gotten so strong right after she took the antidote, but
then it had subsided.
There was no time to ponder, to question why an omega was in front of
him again. Ithan peered through the open gates of the Lair.
- Where is everybody?
Perry moved, shifting her body between her feet, uneasily.
stay for the Sailboat, but those who were scared wanted to leave. It didn't feel
right to leave his body there. Alone.
Tears glistened in her emerald eyes, a genuine mourning for the deceased
wolf.
The aggression that was growing inside Ithan was curbed by pain, by
loyalty on her face. He squeezed her shoulder.
— Thanks for staying, Per.
She followed him into the Lair, pressing an internal button that closed the
gates behind them both. Ithan stood in the grassy meadow, watching the
park's trees bend in the cool breeze.
They had cleaned up the blood at the entrance to the building. The bodies of
Sabine and the Astronomer…
— I threw them in the sewer — revealed Perry, with contained anger,
interpreting the look that Ithan gave to the place where the bodies had been.
— They don't deserve a Sailboat.
Mainly Sabine.
He was taken by surprise at the wolf's act of rebellion, which was usually
peaceful, but he nodded.
— Rotting in the shitty city seems like a good fate for Sabine — he
declared, and Perry let out a laugh.
It wasn't a fun tone. At that point, fun was not a
feeling that belonged to both of them.
- Where did you go? — Perry questioned, hesitantly, a sign that she was
still evaluating his emotions.
As a friend, as an alpha and a cousin. Discovering how far you could
move forward with the questions. —
It's a long story, but I came back to take everyone to safety.
—But you are Cousin. Speak for all Valbaran Wolves. Your choices
are our choices. If you're going to face the Asteri, we're going to face the
Asteri.
— Then repudiate me — he said — That's -, but I'll go.
not what I'm saying. I don't disagree with you... Things need to
change, and change for the better, but the wolves are scattered.
In holiday homes, traveling… too far to reach the Blue Court before you
reach the Eternal City.
- And?
— So you need to tell them that before you go. Give them a few hours
to find shelter, whether in the Blue Court or somewhere in the jungle. As
soon as the asteri see you, Primo, facing them, they will go after the
wolves to punish them. And after what happened in the Meadows... —
Her eyes showed nothing but pain.
— I don't think there is any atrocity they wouldn't commit.
Ithan opened his mouth to object. He needed to hand over the bullet and the
antidote for Bryce at that moment. It might even be too late.
But I couldn't live with the death of another wolf on my conscience.
And if even one cub ended up hurt because he hadn't given them enough
time to hide...
— Three hours — agreed Ithan. — You know how to send
encrypted message?
Perry nodded.
—Then start spreading the word. — He looked at the entrance to the
building behind the pillars and the stairs that led there. —And I'm going
to start digging a grave.
— Grave? — Perry complained. — But the Sailboat…
— There will be no more sailboats. The Sub-King died — informed Ithan
quietly.
In response, he received stunned silence. Then Perry replied: —
But… the
Bone Quarter. — It's a lie. All lie.
— Ithan gestured to the cell phone in her hand. — Spread the word,
then we'll talk. I'll tell you everything I know.
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Perry kept his gaze on Ithan, and in his eyes you could see concern,
shock and determination. Then the wolf started typing on the phone.
***
Tharion stuffed the last weapon into his backpack and turned to where
Hypaxia stored vials of the antidote in her leather bag.
- How many do you have? he asked.
The water whispered in his ears, his heart and his veins. A steady flow of
magic, as if there was a raging river running within it. A little effort and the
thing would come free.
— Two dozen, more or less. It’s not enough,” she replied softly.
- Why not?
— Someone has to deal with the broken pipes in this House — Hypaxia
teased.
Tharion blushed lightly. It would take a long time for them to forget his
outburst after ingesting the antidote. But it was so much power… suddenly, he
was overflowing with water, and it was music, wrath, destruction and life.
Smiling in spite of himself, Tharion left Roga's office. He had left Sathia in
a small guest room to shower and rest, although they both knew that no
amount of rest in the world would prepare her for the madness they were
about to face.
He had offered to send her to the Blue Court, but she had refused, and to
leave her in Avallen they would have needed to go a long way, so she would
go along.
Tharion knocked on the guest room door and did not wait for
response before opening.
The room was empty. There was only a note on the bed, wrapped in her
lingering scent. Tharion read it once, then read it again, before it really sank in.
Tharion placed the note on the bed again, carefully. He didn't blame her.
It was her choice to save her ex-boyfriend from being a drugged killer... and a
noble choice, indeed. No, he didn't blame her.
After all, it was really better if she didn't accompany him to the city.
Eternal. She would be safer.
Still, Tharion stared at the note on the bed for a long, long time.
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The video that Hunt and Bryce had recorded was scheduled to go public at any
moment. Ruhn was very proud of his sister. She knew how to make the most of a bad
situation.
The moment arrived just after midnight, with a keystroke by Declan.
She was dealing with such a heavy burden. With her children in the
hands of the Asteri, he wouldn't blame her if…
— I need to not think for a while — she explained, then added: — And…
I need to touch you. — Lidia caressed his mouth with her fingers. — Really
touching your body.
He closed his eyes, feeling the touch.
— Say what you want, Lidia.
She brushed her mouth against his, and he shivered.
— I want you… all of you. Inside of me.
Ruhn smiled.
- I'm happy to help.
He let Lidia dictate the pace, following the female's movements. He
returned every kiss. He let her demonstrate where she wanted him to touch,
lick, taste.
Luckily, the parts she really wanted him to focus on were the same ones
that held Ruhn's interest. Feeling her sweetness on his tongue almost made
him cum in his pants... and that was before Lidia's breathless moans filled
his ears with the most beautiful song he had ever heard.
Lidia arched her hips on the bed, and the female's orgasm made Ruhn
begin to squirm, his cock desperate for any sensation.
An instant later, she put Ruhn out of his misery. The flame burned in her
eyes as she unzipped the male.
Then the graceful hand enveloped him…
He resisted her first movement, and was about to start begging when
Lidia pushed him onto his back on the bed, placed herself on top of him,
with one leg on each side, and guided his cock with her hand to her entrance.
Ruhn ran his hands through Lidia's golden hair, the silky strands spilling
through his fingers, and kept his gaze on hers.
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That union had been everything she had wanted, everything she had needed.
The female had never felt so safe, so revered. However, their children remained in the
hands of the Asteri, in the hands of Pollux.
The hours passed in a trickle. Lidia blocked the part of herself that insisted on
cataloging every torture that could be inflicted on Brann and Actaeon. The tortures that
she herself had inflicted on so many others.
Maybe that was the punishment. Punishment for so many things he had done.
Ruhn moved, and Lidia snuggled closer to him, taking in the male's scent, enjoying
the strength of his body pressed against her.
your.
The next morning, hiding in an unmarked van in a dirty alley in the Eternal City,
Ruhn glanced over to where Lidia sat, her face stern against the siding, and
approached.
She had barely slept, and Ruhn didn't blame her. After catching a glimpse of
her haggard face early in the morning, he remained nearby, offering as much
comfort as he could, as they slipped discreetly out of hiding and into the van.
new.
Ruhn placed his hand on her knee and announced: —
Another hour or so, and we enter the palace.
Another hour until Declan confirmed that the asteri were very distracted by the
video they had released to the world.
Based on the initial reports Dec had sent in this morning, it had turned into a full-
blown disaster. The footage had been shown all over the news and shared on
social media. Dec also confirmed that he had hacked the imperial network and
discovered that, that morning, the asteri and advisors would meet to discuss the
repercussions. The news about the parasite hit home. All the media outlets were
vibrating with the buzz, and the footage
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from Bryce killing Micah, to the allegations about how Danika and the
pack had died…
It didn't matter that the imperial network had deleted the video
almost immediately. It was already out in the world, circulating on
private servers, being downloaded on cell phones, watched and
analyzed consecutively. Imperial trolls insisted it was a lie, posting
comments about it being a faked video, but Dec made sure that the
footage of Bryce running through the streets of Lunathion last spring,
saving the entire city, was also
leak.
And there were people out there who remembered that, who had
seen her running to save them. They spoke in her name, confirming
not only that she had saved the city from Hell but also from the sulfur
missiles that the Asteri had launched.
The asteri were very busy that morning. As planned. And once the
emergency meeting had begun, it would be time to act.
“Leave fear aside,” Ruhn instructed, granting the sincerity she had
so often offered him. — Focus on the task, not the “what if…?”
“He's right,” Bryce added from where she and Athalar were sitting
nearby, leaning on each other. Flynn and Dec lead the way, with Flynn
monitoring the streets and Dec handling a laptop perched on his knee,
hacking the Imperial military control system to access the mec-suits. A
few more hours, and they would be inside. — Leave the burdens aside
for today.
Lidia straightened her posture.
— My children are not a burden…
"No," Bryce corrected, "they're not, but you know that palace better
than anyone." Any distraction will cost us
caro.
— I know Pollux better than anyone — said Lidia, looking into
space. — And that's why it's unbearable to sit here.
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***
Ithan buried Cousin in the heart of the meadow, so that his soul could feel the playful
joy of the puppies for generations to come.
If any of them survived this.
Tharion had called, asking where he was, and Ithan had ordered the merman to
head to the Eternal City without him. To try to find Bryce and Athalar and deliver the
antidote to them or any of their friends before they went all in on the asteri. If the
antidote had enhanced him, he couldn't even imagine what it would do to Bryce and
Athalar.
Ithan shouldered his backpack and the Godslayer Rifle, which Roga had borrowed,
and left the Lair's main building. Perry was still guarding the cabin outside the gates.
— Did you get some rest? — Ithan asked, poking his head into the cabin. From
the purple marks under the wolf's eyes, he knew the answer before she even shook
her head. — I told you to sleep.
— I wanted to stay here in case anyone showed up looking for help or with
questions — she explained.
He felt his heart sink at her consideration…her kindness.
Perry's cell phone vibrated and she checked the screen, then frowned.
- What there was?
She looked at her cell phone and read aloud:
— “Bryce Quinlan and Hunt Athalar killed the archangels Micah and
Sandriel last spring.” There’s… there’s footage of Bryce…
Ithan's heart quickened. It was too late. Bryce was already taking action.
— I'm inside the imperial network — Declan announced a few hours later.
Hunt finished equipping himself with the few weapons he had picked up
from those that Fury Axtar had managed to transport in that helicopter: two
pistols and a long knife. It wasn't much, but Axtar had made good choices.
They were all powerful and reliable parts.
— These mech-suits are no small thing, no — Dec shuddered — but I'm
ready when they are.
Hunt checked the gun strapped to his thigh holster. The magazine was
loaded. There were extra ammunition in the back pocket. He could have
enjoyed the comfort of the Umbra Mortis suit with the double swords
sheathed on his back, but two pistols, a knife in his boot, and lightning would
have to suffice. It would have to be enough.
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Lidia raised her head. He carried a knife next to his body and a
pistol. Just that.
It was funny that they were heading into the Asteri palace with so
little weapons, but it wasn't worth thinking about it too much. They had
no choice.
— Once we get out of the van, we will have two minutes until the
street cameras alert the asteri technicians that we are in the city, if they
identify us — informed Lidia.
— And that's why my job is to keep the cameras out of sight.
you,” Declan replied from the back of the van.
— And my job is to keep us moving around the city to avoid being
discovered — added Flynn from the driver's seat.
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Dec nodded.
— We'll take care of this for you, Lidia. — Saying her name seemed
to make Dec uncertain, but then he focused again. — We will protect your
children. Just do what you have to do, and we will be wherever you need
us.
She nodded too, with teary eyes.
- Thanks.
Hunt looked at Bryce, who was watching silently. It wasn't a good sign.
— Her eyes glowed with absolute anger and focus. — Only today we can stop
them.
Hunt held his partner's gaze and let her courage sink in.
let it be his, let her strength be his guiding light.
“I promised myself the day Micah cut off his wings,” Bryce continued,
speaking only to him, “that they would pay for it.
For what they did.
Starlight flickered around her head in a shadow of that crown of stars.
It was too easy to enter the Asteri palace. Lidia knew where all the entrances
were, but even though she knew the layout of the place like the back of her
hand, it was too easy to enter through the service doors that led to the huge
waste processing station.
Too easy to slip down one of the smelly pipes and land in a trash room
on a floor below.
Just when the four of them were in the tiny, fetid closet
It was underground that they paused and looked at each other.
“Good luck,” Ruhn said to his sister, perhaps for the last time.
But Bryce smiled a gentle, soft smile, and although he had shown only
sheer determination in the van a few minutes earlier, it was with a loving
expression that he responded, “You've brought so much joy to my life
too, Ruhn.
At that moment he remembered saying those words before she
disappeared through the Gate. You have brought so much joy to my life,
Bryce. It felt like an eternity had passed since then.
She said nothing more, and Ruhn was speechless as he
Bryce, with Athalar behind, opened the door and walked out.
For a moment, Ruhn waited silently beside Lidia, the stench of the trash
almost making him throw out his meager breakfast.
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of bread and oil that he had eaten. Even so, he made eye contact with Lidia
in the dim light.
And even though she needed to be the Doe that day, even though she
needed to be that cold-blooded female again, he leaned in and brushed his
mouth against hers. Only once. Then he whispered, finally giving a name to
the feeling he hadn't dared to admit until now: — If I don't have the
chance to say it later... I love you.
Lidia was left without a reaction, her golden eyes shining.
— Spirit.
But he didn't wait for a response, rejection or denial. He opened the door
a little and peered into the hallway.
“The coast is clear,” he muttered, drawing his pistol.
Hopefully Dec was doing his own thing.
Hoping that the asteri, distracted trying to contain the effects of Bryce
and Hunt's message, wouldn't even dream that their own house was about
to turn into Hell, Ruhn went out into the hallway, with Lidia close behind.
And then, shrouded in his shadow as they crept through the heart of the
empire, the two began the hunt for Lidia's children.
***
They'd almost been caught a few times, and Hunt wished once again that he
was in the Umbra Mortis suit, if only for the benefit of enhanced hearing to
detect politicians or officials loitering nearby.
Hunt's heart pounded throughout his body as he and Bryce hid in the
shadows of a massive statue of Polaris, the female's hands raised in victory.
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Past the statue was a familiar set of doors. The entire hallway was exactly
the same as it had been when Hunt had last seen it, before his lightning and
Rigelus's power had sent everything flying: the busts of the asteri on one side
of the wall, the windows overlooking the seven hills of the Eternal City on the
other, and, somewhere out there, advancing along the main road of the
Stations of the Cross… Dec and Flynn would be waiting.
Just not for them. Hunt knew that he and Bryce might not
come back from that fight.
If they managed to destroy the primalux core and eliminate the asteri's
renewable power source, they would have to get close enough to those
bastards for Bryce to use his sword and knife. To unite them using starlight
and try their luck with whatever happened with a portal to nowhere.
Theia had been afraid of that. Aidas had warned them to choose life, damn
it, if the portal was too dangerous. It didn't bode well. But what alternative did
they have?
There were a lot of what ifs, a lot of unknowns. It was an even more fragile
plan than the last time they had snuck into that palace, and even if they had all
agreed to the plan together, if it failed, if Bryce or any of them died...
No. I wouldn't follow that line of thinking again. He had made mistakes and
made bad decisions in the past, but fighting against tyranny, against brutality,
would never be the wrong choice.
Hunt looked at his partner, her attention fixed on the hallway. At the Gate
at the end. When he felt his gaze on him, Bryce formed the word “Go” with his
mouth and motioned for him to follow. And Hunt went, as he would go
anywhere, as long as he went with her.
For the first time in his life, it seemed like Urd was listening as he and
Bryce walked through the doors into the empty throne room. He looked at the
towering wall of the wings of the Fallen behind the seven crystal thrones.
And there, in the center, posted like fresh trophies, were his Umbra Mortis
helmet and costume.
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Bryce held the Mask, its golden surface sparkling among the crystals in the
impersonal throne room. The wings of the Fallen hung on the wall, a fluttering
array of colors and shapes and sizes. So many lives, given to that moment.
Hunt fit the last part of the suit onto his body, then placed the Umbra Mortis
helmet on his head. Bryce hadn't questioned it when he'd taken the suit off the
wall. I knew why he wanted it.
Just as he knew that his wings, affixed above Rigelus's throne, could not
remain there.
Hunt would wear the suit and helmet once again. It wouldn't be Umbra
Mortis wearing the suit, but Hunt. Her Hunt.
And together, they would put an end to it.
She wished Ithan had arrived in time with the antidote.
Hypaxia, but there was no way to postpone that… not for a minute.
Bryce ran his thumbs over the Mask's smooth face. It looked like the death
mask of some long-dead king. Could it be that it had been made using the
mold of an asteri's face?
Modeled after the detestable visage of a daglan from that other world?
“Bryce,” Hunt warned, his voice low and distorted behind his helmet.
She looked at the Shadow of Death, standing there. He drew the two
swords from the back of his suit, twirling them in his hands.
— It has to be now.
Everything she had ever done in her life, every step… had led to that
time.
There, in that chamber, with the wings of the Fallen nobles all around. With
Hunt, one of the last warriors.
But not anymore.
Bryce placed the Mask over his face and closed his eyes. The metal
adhered to his skin. It sucked your face, your soul...
The world became diluted again. Alive, not alive. Breathing, no
breathing. Dead… undead.
The starlight inside her lit up brightly, as if saying, “Hello, old friend.” Yes,
ancient magic knew the Masquerade.
He understood the deepest secrets of the object.
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Bryce turned to the wings. And in the Mask's shadowy vision, where the
wings were affixed, most had a flickering light. The core of a soul. The last
remnants of their existence, shining like a wall of stars.
She had been right: they had never been granted Sailboats. Outside the
final offense to fallen warriors, the shame of being deprived of a blessed
afterlife. That would prove to be the downfall of the Asteri. Those souls, which
had been left to wander for centuries, would now be claimed by Bryce.
One thought, and her will became theirs. The Masquerade called, and the
souls of the Fallen responded, emerging from the wall like a swarm of fireflies.
A rustling sound filled the air. At first, the wings began to flutter slowly, like
butterflies testing their newly acquired bodies. The flapping of wings filled the
throne room, the world. A blustery wind from Hunt caused the pins to loosen.
Except for two sets—one familiar gray, the other a gleaming white
The wings emptied the throne room, like water running down a drain,
leaving a lone figure on the doorstep, staring at them.
Rigelus.
Feathers fluttered around him.
—But what do you think you are doing?
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The Radiant Hand was foaming with rage, its power shining.
He entered the room, and his eyes focused straight on Bryce's face.
Maybe it was because of the Masquerade, maybe she had been pushed
beyond her own limits, but she felt no fear at all as she looked at the Radiant
Hand of the Asteri and said:
— Fixing an error.
But Rigelus narrowed his eyes at the Mask.
— You are carrying a weapon that you have no right to wield.
In the streets outside there were people screaming at the sight of the crowd
of wings overhead.
Dead and undead… Rigelus' nature confused the Masquerade.
Alive and not alive. Breathing and not breathing. He couldn't make up his
mind about the Radiant Hand, and he seemed to be withdrawing, moving
away from Bryce...
The female focused. You obey me.
The Mask stopped in place and remained his servant.
Rigelus looked at Hunt in his battle suit and helmet, but said to Bryce,
“You're a long way
from home, Bryce Quinlan.
He took a step forward. The fact that he had not yet attacked her was
proof of his caution.
Hunt's lightning snaked across the ground.
However, Bryce pointed behind Rigelus. To one of the hills beyond the
city walls, where the wings had rested on the dry grass. They covered the top
of the hill, fluttering slowly, like a flock of butterflies stopping to rest.
which had positioned itself behind the soul-bearing wings. — I think you
have bigger problems.
Then she smiled — a predator's smile, a queen's smile —,
as the armies of Hell took the hill.
“Just in time,” Bryce said.
Rigelus fell silent as more and more of those shadowy figures
appeared on top of the hill. Emerging from the portal that Bryce had
opened for them just on the other side, out of sight.
When he glimpsed the hordes taking over the hills, apparently coming
out of nowhere, seeing the three princes marching ahead…
People started shouting in the streets. Another sign… for Declan. To
disseminate the evacuation order under the guise of an Imperial
Emergency Alert. Every cell phone in the city would vibrate with the
warning to escape beyond the city walls… to the coast, if possible.
— I knew as soon as you arrived at the Rift... My Harpy told me, and
I watched you through the eyes of my servant before you finished
her off.
Rigelus took another step into the throne room, power building in
his hand and slipping through the golden rings around each of his
long fingers.
Bryce and Hunt tensed, measuring the distance to the exit.
There was a smaller door between the thrones, but to reach it they would have
to turn their backs on Rigelus.
In the city, light shone and exploded… sulfur missiles. Made and
fired by the Asterian Guard on the terraces, heading towards the
armies of Hell. Tracing a golden arc, the missiles hit the dark ranks
at the top of Mount Hermon. The earth and rocks shattered, with light
exploding.
— And like the rodents you are — continued Rigelus — I knew
they would leave an escape route for you and your allies. Straight to
Hell. I knew they would leave the Rift open.
Hunt grabbed Bryce's hand, preparing to pull them both away.
—So I sent three legions of the Asterian Guard to the Rift last
night. I think they and the sulfur missiles will find Hell
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***
Ruhn and Lidia advanced through the palace corridors, covered in shadows.
They had found no sign of her children. Nothing in the dungeons, and
the sight of the place had caused Ruhn to feel a shock of terror so absolute
that he almost lost control of the shadows that camouflaged them. They also
found nothing in the cells. They had advanced through the palace as quickly
as possible, still unnoticed. Dec had disabled many of the cameras, and
Ruhn's shadows did the rest. But after twenty minutes of searching in vain,
Ruhn grabbed Lidia by the arm before they headed down another corridor.
The heat and humidity got to him first. Then the smell of salt.
Lidia gasped. Ruhn turned to her, but the female was already
running.
— Pollux locked them under the palace — she revealed to the
reach the door and take off, with Ruhn running alongside.
- Underneath? asked Ruhn, following her down the stairs.
— In the room with the primalux core that your sister found… under the
archives.
“Lidia,” Ruhn said, taking her arm. — This can only
be a trap. Put them in the core…
She pointed the gun at Ruhn's head.
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Ruhn hurried down the stairs after Lidia, and when he reached her, he
unlocked his own gun.
She heard the lock click and stopped in place. She turned to him… slowly,
in disbelief. Lidia didn't look at the gun. I already knew it was there. Her eyes
focused on his. Inscrutable, cold. The eyes of the Doe.
With her hand, she pressed against the open wound, but Ruhn had aimed
far from any fatal artery, and her eyes burned with absolute, fiery rage.
Ruhn bolted down the stairs before she could take aim.
Sheathing his own weapon, he ran forward, leaving her bleeding behind him.
***
The Eternal City's water pipes were ancient, strange, and hostile.
Tharion hated them, especially with the power amplified in his veins,
freed from his bonds. His body and soul recognized the essence of his
surroundings, and he didn't like what he was finding.
There was no court of sea beings in the river that snaked like a snake
through the city. There was barely life there besides the opportunists and
everything that crawled in the shadows.
Up there, the world was chaos. Armies, missiles and weapons.
Down there, the sounds were muffled. The water whispered where he
should go, where he should take the bag of sealed antidotes. It flowed with
him, guiding its powerful tail, right to the railing of the riverbank. His gills
bristled as he ripped the metal away. They guided him as he swam through
the dark tunnel and turned on the aquatic headlamp he had been smart to
take with him.
And with the water carrying him, Tharion swam like never before towards
the palace of the asteri.
***
The bombs were going off, and it was so, so much worse than it had been
the previous spring. The sulfur missiles came from the city, from the Asterian
Guard hidden within it, from the mec-suits that came to life on top of Mount
Hermon...
So much destruction. Hyperfocused angelic wrath.
Atop one of the hills beyond the city, Bryce struggled to
breathing, a little dizzy, as she ripped the Mask off her face.
Hunt ran to where the Gorge Prince was, overseeing the dark creatures
swarming towards the city walls, and said:
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replied Aidas.
The angels still kept a respectable distance from him, but at least they
no longer had disbelieving and suspicious expressions.
The Asterian Guard advanced into the hills and lower valleys, with the
mech-suits marching among them, and where they struck, demons died.
— Do you think they have any idea what is about to happen to them?
— pondered Aidas.
“No,” Hunt replied, smiling grimly. — Neither Rigelus.
Bryce put the Mask back on, and the ungodly, blood-sucking presence
consumed his soul, but the starlight within him seemed to keep the Mask
at bay.
— This will be a lesson so he doesn't think he can outsmart us —
commented Naomi.
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The Asterian Guard, the white horsehair that adorned their helmets
shining brightly in the daylight, advanced through the field of demons.
The mass of mech-suits made the earth tremble.
— I think the three legions he sent to Nena are going to get quite
a shock when they discover that half of Hell's army is still there,
waiting for them — said Naomi.
With no small amount of satisfaction, Isaiah added: — They
must be warning the asteri, more or less… — he checked his cell
phone — now.
— Perfect — replied Aidas, purring. — Then we are ready.
The suits' eyes lit up again. Bryce saw the nearest mech-suit raise
its metal arm in front of its face. Observed the
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And the remaining souls of the Fallen who didn't have a mech-suit to
enter... Well, there were several bodies of dead demons and Asterian
Guards intact enough to serve as hosts. With a convulsion here and there,
as if they were adjusting to their new limbs, the corpses stood upright. They
went to stand next to the Fallen brotherhood of host mec-suits.
“It's your turn,” Hunt said to Isaiah and Naomi. — Time to enter the city.
The angels agreed. And with a great thrust of their wings, they shot into
the sky.
Isaiah's voice spread: —
Fallen, now you are Risen! At the gates!
Isaiah looked back at Hunt, his eyes brimming with pride and
determination. The warrior touched his own chest at the level of his heart
and flew away. Hunt raised his arm in a wave and a farewell, as if he lacked
words.
It was indeed a sight beyond words… beyond description. An army of
undead, machines and demons, marched towards the city walls.
“Here they come,” Hunt said. — It seems the video has distracted them
so far.
"Just in time," said Aidas, as the shining figures approached the battlefield
that lay before the northern gates of the Eternal City, arriving themselves to
exterminate the threat.
The stars.
And walking towards them, with the armies parting for his passage, was
the Prince of the Ravine, with the Prince of the Moat soon after.
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Hunt stopped himself from sighing in relief, even though the helmet
would muffle the sound.
Bryce had freed the souls of the Fallen from the throne room and
placed them inside the bodies of the mech-suits, but the most difficult
and dangerous part of the plan began at that moment. Hunt struggled to
keep his breathing even and focus on the battle and chaos unfolding.
His helmet resonated with alerts and assessments.
Aidas unsheathed a gleaming silver blade that looked like
shine with a bluish light.
— My turn — said the demon prince, the dry breeze ruffling his light
blond hair. To Bryce, he asked, “A ride?”
Hunt had only a moment to see the concern, the fear, in her eyes,
and then the female took Aidas's hand, then Hunt's, and teleported them
away. With the power of Theia's starlight, it took less than a second. It
barely seemed to drain Bryce's energy, but what appeared around them
when they reappeared on the battlefield was a scene straight out of a
nightmare.
Kristallos demons, death hunters, dogs like the Shepherd, and even
worse… the pets of Thanatos, all running past the asteri towards the
city itself. Hunt's helmet
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turned into distant figures, the world bathed in red and black.
But the Asteri had bigger problems: the three princes before
from them. Mainly Apollion, alongside his brothers.
There was no sign of Rigelus. He had sent the other five asteri
do the dirty work.
“You will pay for marching in our city,” Polaris shouted.
Hunt released the power, the intensity of the lightning making itself
felt even behind the visor of his helmet. Beside him, Bryce had already
removed the Mask. And behind the two, around them, the Fallen (his
Fallen, now in bodies made of metal and nightmares, all still bound
by the order to follow Isaiah and Naomi) charged at the Asterian
Guard, surrounding it.
Miniature sulfur missiles were launched from the weapons on the
mec-suits' shoulders towards the Asterian Guard. Only ashes and
floating feathers remained.
It was Hunt's idea to use the arrogance of Rigelus, who thought
they were careless and stupid... that they would be so foolish as to
believe that they would somehow be able to lead an army out of Nena
and mount a surprise attack on the Eternal City. That they would be
so foolish as to leave Hell free and vulnerable.
So they had let the Asteri split the Asterian Guard in two, sending
half to Nena to take over Hell... only to be slaughtered by a waiting
horde of demons under the command of one of Apollion's captains.
And, with half of the Guard that was there, the elite angels, the
most trained…
They wouldn't stand a chance either.
The three Princes of Hell stood before five asteri on the dry
vegetation outside the city walls, war exploding around them.
on top of her. Apollion led the way, with his hand raised. A pure, devouring
darkness destroyed the light of Polaris.
And a satisfaction that Hunt had never felt came over him when he saw
the way the asteri stopped in place. How they took a step back.
Polaris's eyes widened as Bryce plunged the blades into her chest.
The blades pierced skin and bone, and the starlight in Bryce's chest
expanded until it reached them.
Light clashed against the blades, and both sword and knife glowed
brightly, as if they were incandescent. The light spread, rising through
Bryce's hands, arms, and body, transforming the incandescence...
In a star. A sun.
Polaris screamed, her mouth wide open.
Hunt already knew that slowing down of the world when a great
power died; I had seen it when Micah, Shahar, Sandriel died, but this
time it was much worse.
With his helmet on, Hunt could see everything: the particles of earth
fluttering, the drops of Polaris's blood rising like red rain as Bryce drove
the blades deeper and deeper...
The demon princes turned to watch the scene, the asteri adversaries
among them.
The princes' humanoid skins were gone. In their place were creatures
of darkness and decay, each with a mouth full of sharp teeth and leathery
wings spread wide. There was a large black mass inside Apollion's
gaping mouth as he charged at Octartis...
And Bryce was still there, falling with Polaris, the two black blades meeting
in the asteri's chest, Theia's light uniting them in power and purpose...
It was pure instinct, and pure desperation too. Hunt released the lightning,
directing it towards the point where the blades met.
It flowed like a crackling ribbon through the world, passing the death hunters,
the Princes of Hell, the mech-suits...
Hunt watched it collide with sword and dagger at the exact point where
they intersected, where Theia's light still shone between the two, binding
them in an ungodly union. And there where his Hellfire touched the fiery star,
where the lightning touched the blades, there was a bloom of blinding light.
Hunt's Hellfire tendrils curled around the blade, into Polaris itself.
Lightning danced across Bryce's teeth, across his shocked eyes.
Until he saw it, just a flash, so quick that, in real time, he would
never have witnessed it: a tiny dark dot that the two blades had made,
exactly where they touched.
The thing Polaris had been sucked into. A black dot.
It appeared and disappeared as Bryce staggered forward, and the
blades separated, and time returned to normal, so quickly that Hunt
lost his breath. He touched a button on the side of his helmet, lifting
the visor for a breath of fresh air.
One of the asteri roared, and the world itself shook, as did the city
walls.
But Bryce observed the place where Polaris had been. The blades
he held in his hands, still enveloped by his Hellfire and her starlight.
Hunt's body vibrated with power as Bryce lifted his head to meet
his gaze. There was absolute wild delight in her eyes. She had also
seen it… She knew she had sent Polaris straight into the nothingness
of a black hole.
And… At that moment, a seed of worry appeared.
As if he was assimilating how dangerous it would be to open another one, let
alone five more. Everything they would risk each time.
Still, they looked at each other, just for a moment.
They had killed a fucking asteri.
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“Go,” shouted the thing Aidas had transformed into, identifiable only by
its burning blue eyes as it faced Octartis alongside Apollion.
The princes had the appearance of nameless terror, but Hunt now
knew their true nature. They had gone to help.
And for a brief moment, he felt the pride of being a son of Hell run through
his veins.
Hunt looked at Bryce again, closing his helmet visor again.
Facing just one of them had guaranteed Hunt a scar on his back. It
was true that he had been trapped in the halo, but even with full power,
facing all of those would not be easy. Beside him, Bryce was panting. I
needed a moment to breathe. After the fight with Polaris, after managing
to avoid being sucked into the black hole she opened, after teleporting…
her partner needed rest.
— There's no time! — Bryce shouted back. — Find the bag, then find
us!
Bryce was right: taking too long to enter that room, to destroy the source
of the asteri's power... it was a risk that wasn't worth taking, even for the
antidote.
The water roared forward, heading for the staircase.
- They go! — encouraged Tharion as the water disappeared from the
corridor, the merman and the demons being carried away by the current. — I'll
be right behind you!
Hunt and Bryce fell hard to the stone floor, soaking wet and coughing
up water, but they didn't wait.
“Hurry,” Bryce said, grabbing his arm to pull him away.
to stand. — The primalux core is down here.
The only thing Hunt could do was shake his head.
wipe the water from his eyes, grab his helmet and run after her.
***
then back to the hallway where Lidia would be bleeding on the stairs.
Pollux caught his breath as he smelled her blood in the hallway.
***
Tharion helped Lidia limp forward, a strip of living water wrapped around
the hole in her thigh. When looking for the antidotes, he had found both
the bag and the Doe on the stairs, just before they heard the Hammer's
growls.
Only two intact vials remained. The others had burst, thanks either
to the impact or volatility of Athalar's lightning. But Lidia had been
shot… from Ruhn, according to her.
Tharion didn't know whether to admire or curse Danaan for that. The
idiot had done it to prevent her from getting hurt, to face Pollux alone.
For starters, Tharion hadn't even needed to ask why she and Ruhn
were down there. Why they had risked everything to be here, why they
had separated themselves from Bryce and Hunt.
Pollux had bragged about Lidia's children to Ruhn, as the mystics
were ordered to lie about the teens' whereabouts, luring her into a trap.
But that meant that her children were still trapped elsewhere in the
palace... and Pollux knew how to find them.
They spoke so quietly that the words were nothing more than whispers.
Tharion held her still.
— You are in no condition…
She tried again, and Tharion thought screw it. He commanded the strip of
water around the female's thigh to tighten, sending a tendril into the hole in
the skin for emphasis.
Lidia put her hand over her mouth, swallowing a scream.
Tharion removed the tendril, hating himself for causing her pain, but
maintained the magic to prevent traces of the Doe's blood from marking his
trail. Her eyes widened, surprise replacing pain as the water softened at his
command. A simple, normal bit of magic, but he knew his own eyes were
alight with power… with the raging rapids of Istros itself.
Tharion could have sworn something akin to pride flashed in her eyes.
But to face the monster in the hallway, she would need to be completely
healed. I would need the wound to go away. Lidia didn't hesitate as she took
the bottle, removed the cork and drank.
She staggered, and her eyes glowed gold. He held her
when the female went out, counting her breaths: one, two...
The bullet wound in Lidia's thigh healed immediately, then she opened her
eyes, which were a fiery gold. He looked at his hands, flexing his fingers.
Gently, Tharion released her and gestured for her to remain silent as the
footsteps grew louder, much closer than before.
What had the antidote awakened in her? What had been stolen during the
Descent? And what had been lying dormant all that time? His water seemed to
waver at that... as if it knew something he didn't.
“Well then,” said Pollux, then whistled and a door further down the corridor
creaked open.
There was the sound of footsteps approaching them, and Pollux.
Tharion dared to risk peeking behind the wall again. Two angels dressed
in imperial armor had appeared there, and between them…
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Then his eyes widened when he recognized the smell of his children.
Pure, murderous fury filled her gaze, and Tharion was suddenly very, very
happy that Lidia was on their side.
He didn't even dare think about stopping Lidia when she emerged from where she was.
they were hiding, he turned around and ordered, with power resonating in his voice:
— Release them.
***
Bryce had enough strength to reach a room on the floor above the archives.
From there, she and Hunt walked down, leaving a trail of water, as quickly
and silently as possible. She could have forced herself to teleport them to
the corridor with the primalux core, but she needed to save herself. There
was only one asteri
died…
She had killed Polaris.
That fact kept bouncing around in his head. The sensation of the act, of
Polaris' blood bathing Bryce, that primal satisfaction and outrage at seeing
the outrage of the other asteri when Bryce impaled their sister with sword
and dagger, ignited by Hunt's Hellfire.
An asteri had been banished from Midgard. But would Bryce be lucky
enough to get close to the others? Now that they knew what she could do,
what she wielded, they would avoid her, just as they had avoided Apollion.
Thoughts raced through Bryce's mind, dread flooding her as they ran
through the palace.
There was no point in staying hidden. Everyone knew they were there.
With a nod to Hunt, his partner
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The brightness of the room spilled onto the stairs, indicating the way down.
There was no sign of Lidia's children. In fact, the room was as it had been
before. A crystal floor. The seven pipes, each with the name of an asteri on a
plaque engraved below, and, next to the plaques, small screens showed the
respective power levels.
Those on Sirius and Polaris were now unlit, but the others were almost full.
One of them, the seventh, was at maximum power. And in front of the pipe
was himself, smiling at them.
Rigelus.
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“Polaris was weak,” Rigelus countered. — And a fool to let you get
close with those blades.
Without warning, he threw the power at them again.
Bryce held Hunt that time and teleported them to the other side of
the room.
Rigelus' power hit the stairs behind them, and the two dodged. A
true blow from the Radiant Hand could bring down the entire palace, but
that blow would still have been able to roast their skin to the bone.
“We have to get to the core beneath the crystal,” Bryce said, and
Rigelus attacked again.
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They were about thirty feet above the glowing core. For
to cross that block of crystal, they would need precious, uninterrupted minutes. Bryce
had thought the fire star could slowly pierce him, but time was a luxury they didn't
have.
“I need a good shot at the floor… a few, probably,” Hunt said as Rigelus attacked
again.
Again, Bryce teleported them. — Can you buy me time?
The female's mouth had gone dry, and her nose was bleeding once
more, but she nodded.
—What are they whispering there? — asked Rigelus, calmly, from where he was
in front of the pipes, but Bryce teleported them again.
The two appeared right in front of Rigelus, and, from the shock on the asteri's
face, he wasn't expecting that. No, he had thought her power had been exhausted.
***
The Eternal City became a chaos of sulfur missiles, mech-suits, demons, the
Asterian Guard and every nightmare imaginable.
But Ithan hurried through the streets towards the crystal palace,
at the white light flaring inside like a huge strobe.
It had to be Bryce. But the palace was gigantic, as big as the Comitium,
and finding her inside…
No one had answered when he called. With the battle, he hadn't thought
they would respond, but he kept trying while aboard the boat he had hastily
hired, until he got there, and then running from the shore, without rest, food or
water.
A sulfur missile whizzed overhead, sparkling with light.
Golden. It hit a building nearby, and the world exploded.
Even Ithan, with his speed and agility, was thrown.
His body slammed against the building, and the God Slaying Rifle swung onto
his shoulder. Something broke behind him, not a bone, but…
Ithan slid across the floor among the screaming people, looking for his
backpack. Frantically, he grabbed the container with the vials of antidote for
Bryce and Hunt.
The liquid flowed. Only the shards of glass remained.
Tharion had more, but only Luna knew where the merman was in the
middle of that mess. The rifle, at least, was still intact... with scratches on the
barrel, but nothing that would affect the usefulness of the object.
He got up with difficulty, but a strong hand held him back,
helping him to stand.
Ithan turned around, showing his teeth, then came face to face with a
human, her eyes burning with determination. Behind her, helping the wounded
or running toward the battle, were more humans. Some in work clothes, some
unarmed, but all heading towards the conflict. For this first and possibly last
chance to go against the Asteri.
And he knew. Bryce's message hadn't just been a distraction for the asteri.
It had been a war cry. For the people who had suffered most at the hands of
the Asteri.
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Lidia didn't bother to look for ammunition, she just sheathed her weapon and
drew her sword.
He knew how difficult an opponent Pollux was, but he had been studying
him for years, he had learned his movements, his arrogance, his tricks.
For Ruhn it would be a bullet, but Pollux wouldn't blow up Lidia with a gun,
nor with his own power. He would want to make her bleed, hurt her very slowly
and deeply, make her beg for mercy.
“Ah, I know,” Pollux replied, gesturing to the two angels behind him. —
You see, the Queen of the Ocean's fleet isn't that big. Just catch a merman or
fish, a mermaid spy and threaten to insure it. from them a small filet of
and the person opens his mouth, including about where the Freighter of the
Deep is going, and about the two very interesting children on board... their
true lineage finally revealed and changing the feeling of the ship.
Ruhn stood still as two Imperial guards pushed Brann and Actaeon,
bound in Gorsian shackles, until they were both on their knees before
Pollux.
The Hammer smiled at Lidia, who had froze and turned pale.
reach the children in time, neither physically nor magically. A bullet would
be slower than the Hammer's swing.
And even if Tharion was by Lidia's side... No, there was no chance.
“Go get Rigelus,” Pollux said to the two guards, without taking
Lidia and Ruhn's eyes. — I think he'll like to see this.
Without questioning or even blinking at the atrocities they left behind,
the guards continued down the corridor, turned towards the staircase and
disappeared from sight.
Tharion attacked.
A blast of water, so concentrated it could have broken stone, headed
towards Pollux. Ruhn dodged to the left as Pollux fired. But it didn't go
towards him, the male realized as the bullet fired, faster than it should have,
carried by a wave of angelic power...
Pollux threw himself to the side, and the plume of water missed his wing.
The bullet and his power, however, hit the target.
Tharion grunted, falling before Ruhn saw which part of his body the
merman had been hit. In the chest…
As the water ran down the surrounding walls and ceiling, Lidia asked:
— Let
them go, Pollux. Your beef is with me.
He sneered.
—And what better way to destroy you? I suppose I can make a
concession: you can choose which boy dies first.
Brann growled against the gag at Pollux, but Actaeon looked at his
mother, his eyes stern, as if to say, “Kill this bastard.”
— They are your children — replied Pollux, power sparkling in his hand.
— In a normal situation, I would like to make this last a while longer, but the
battle requires sacrifices. — As if in response, the building itself shook. — I
heard there are some
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death hunters on the loose around here. Maybe the brats will have a good snack.
Ruhn only saw Lidia. Lidia, who had donated so much, too much. What would you do
that without thinking twice.
Then he took a step forward.
— Let's make an exchange. Me, for them.
Any other adversary would have disregarded the proposal, but Pollux
analyzed it from top to bottom with a kind of cruel, hungry curiosity.
Ruhn grunted, saying the words he had not dared to utter until then:
"I'm going to kill you all," Pollux shot angrily, with the handsome
face contorting in fury.
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“Nothing,” replied Ruhn. —To touch her or the boys, you'll have to divide
your attention, and if you do that, it'll give me the opening I need to send you
straight to Hell.
He should have seized the moment when Tharion attacked.
He had wasted the merman's blow... and now Tharion was lying on the
ground, alarmingly still, with blood dripping from a hole in his chest.
Ruhn couldn't look away. I didn't want to watch, and yet I knew I needed
to witness that crime, that unforgivable atrocity...
But Lidia ran, as agile as the wind. More agile than a bullet.
Ruhn didn't understand what he saw next: how Lidia got to Brann in time,
how she threw herself on top of her son, taking him to the ground as he burst
into white-hot flames.
Flames erupted from it like sulfur missiles, knocking Pollux down. It wasn't
an accident or a bomb, but
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fire magic, gushing from her, scalding hot from inside Lidia.
— Brann — she said, gasping for her son, while the flames didn't even
touch him, and analyzed his shocked face as he ripped the gag out of the
boy's mouth. — Brannon.
She swallowed a sob as she uttered the boy's full name, but then
Actaeon appeared and pulled his brother away as quickly as he could, both
still limited by the handcuffs that held them.
— An ancient lineage.
It was Daybright, as Ruhn had seen her in his mind. She had been
showing herself, had been showing her true self to him all this time.
“Get them out of here,” Lidia said to Ruhn, her hair flying like a golden
halo, the embers swirling around her head. — Take the merman to a healer.
It was a miracle that Tharion wasn't dead, considering the hole that ran
through him.
Pollux stood up.
“You bitch,” he snapped. — What the fuck?
“Shapeshifters, like they used to be,” Lidia explained, fire rippling out of
her mouth. — As Danika Fendyr told me we were. Now free from the asteri
parasite.
Ruhn gaped. Had she gotten rid of the parasite? Should have
managed to get the antidote, somehow… from Tharion?
Lidia looked magnificent, enveloped in flame and burning with fury.
Pollux's power broke out again.
— I'll kill you anyway, you slut.
— Feel free to try — Lidia replied, smiling.
Pollux rushed at her, striking her with magic. O
corridor shook, debris collapsing…
A wall of blue fire leaped between the two. Pollux crashed into the
barrier, so he got stuck. A fly in a flaming web.
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Lidia went close to the angel while Pollux fought against the flames.
“You signed your death warrant when you touched my children,” she
announced, and then exhaled.
The flame rippled from her mouth into Pollux's skin. O
angel screamed… or tried to scream.
Freed from any secrets, or the need to keep them, Lidia seemed to
release everything that she was. Ruhn just watched as the fire went down
Pollux's throat, into his body, roasting him from the inside out until he was
nothing but smoldering ash, a column of inert sulfur, his mouth still open.
- Mother?
She looked over her shoulder at her son. The corner of her mouth turned
up… from what he'd called her, Ruhn guessed.
The palace shook again… whatever was happening outside, it was bad.
She looked back at her children, then disappeared through the palace. At
direction of the war-torn world that awaited them beyond.
***
Lidia had known, since she was a child, that she was made of pure power,
and had kept that power hidden in her own veins.
Not a witch's power. She knew her flames were… different. His father
didn't have them either.
She had kept them secret, even from the Asteri. Mainly the asteri. As far
as she knew, no other shapeshifter had them, and she understood what
revealing them would mean: becoming an experiment to be dissected by the
asteri.
Then he had bumped into Danika Fendyr, who had somehow discovered
things about Lidia's paternal lineage, and wanted to know if Lidia had any
strange gifts. Fae type, elemental gifts.
She had considered killing Danika outright to keep the gift a secret. And
what else did Danika know… Could she know about her children?
That confirmed what Lidia had suspected for a long time. Why she had
named Brannon after the oldest legends in her family lineage: of an
otherworldly fae king, with fire in his veins, who created deer with the power
of flame to be his sacred guards.
Lidia hadn't mentioned any of that while Danika told her how they had
become shapeshifters and that the asteri had experimented on them in
Midgard, which had ended up eliminating their pointy ears. He had been
happy when Danika died, taking all his questions with him.
No more.
After ingesting the antidote that her brilliant and courageous sister had
created, the fire rose so close to her skin that she could no longer control it.
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The feral wolves were the first to pick up her scent, no doubt thanks to
Mordoc's keen hound senses.
They identified her before she reached the gates to the city. They recognized
her, even with the fire, and ran towards her in humanoid form, teeth bared.
Mordoc led the pack, hatred practically radiating from him. Behind, as
always, came Gedred and Vespasian, with sniper rifles aimed.
But the fire was like a song in Lidia's blood, and she crossed the
battlefield on foot. The bullets melted before reaching her.
It was more natural than it had ever been. In the Cave of the Princes, it
had taken almost all of her concentration to extinguish the Autumn King's
flames around her companions. Just Morven
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he had seemed surprised... the others hadn't even questioned how the
flames had disappeared. The chaos had been too widespread for anyone
to put the pieces together.
At that moment, Lidia's fire flowed freely. Her truth was free.
She left the thought behind, of the fae prince she knew would keep her
children safe.
The war machines followed her movements with their launchers. They
would try to send her straight to Hell before she reached them. Emphasis
on would try.
It had been a short life, by Vanir standards, and a bad one, but there
had been moments of joy. Moments she remembered and cherished:
holding her newborn children, smelling their baby smell. Talking to Ruhn for
hours when she only knew him as Night. Lay down in his arms.
So few happy memories, but she wouldn't have traded them for anything.
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The war machines loomed, black and flaming. Ready for combat. The
launch cylinders stared down at her, sulfur missiles glowing gold in their
throats.
Lidia released her own fire, ready for the final incineration.
But before its flame touched those war machines, before the sulfur
missiles could be fired, the launch cylinders melted. The iron flowed out,
scalding the dry earth.
And those sulfur missiles, trapped in the machinery that
melted...
Explosions shook the world as missiles exploded, turning war
machines into death traps for the soldiers inside. They melted into nothing.
The heat scorched Lidia’s face, and amidst the burning and billowing
smoke…
— How did you know you were supposed to come today? — asked
Lidia, as Irithys joined them, a blue star among the three shining lights
of the others.
Irithys smiled, the first genuine smile Lidia had seen from the Goblin
Queen.
— We didn't know. They met me yesterday, and we talked until late
at night. — An affectionate smile was directed at the three elves, who
blushed a raspberry pink with satisfaction. — We were still awake when
the video of Bryce Quinlan and Hunt Athalar came out. We came
running from Ravilis, hoping we could help in some way.
Lidia bowed, but refrained from telling the queen about the antidote,
about how it would make Irithys' flame even more lethal. After… if they
survived. But at that moment, Lidia smiled at the queen and the enemies
who had gathered.
— Let's set everything on fire.
Because, in front of them, a force of dozens, an entire row of war
machines approached. Missile launchers
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they creaked, getting into position. Everyone was looking at Lidia and
the elves.
— With pleasure — agreed Irithys, and, even at her distance, Lidia's
skin singed with the heat of the queen's flame. — We will build a new
world on their ashes.
Rithi, Sasa and Malana turned blue, their fireworks matching the
queen's. The four fire elves released their power onto the war machines
and the Vanir that powered them. Lidia's white-hot flames joined theirs,
writhing and dancing, as if every moment of recognition thus far had
paved the way for this instant, as if her flames had known theirs for
millennia.
***
— I'm fine — assured Tharion, panting, with blood dripping from his
mouth. - I am fine.
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Ruhn exploded.
Starlight, two beams straight into the angels' eyes, blinding them.
Just like Bryce had done to the murderous twins. Two identical whips
from his shadows wrapped around each of the guards' necks and
began to tighten.
— What the fuck? Brann muttered, but Ruhn barely heard him.
There was only power, growing like never before. His mind was
fully focused as he commanded the shadows to begin cutting into the
angelic flesh.
Blood gushed out, bones cracked, two heads rolled to the ground.
— The merman — said the boy, turning to where Tharion had passed out
again.
“Shit,” Ruhn shouted, placing his hand on Tharion's chest.
to stop the bleeding...
A warm, intense magic responded. Healing magic, coming to
surface as if it had been inactive in his blood.
He had no idea how to use it, how to do anything he wanted.
If it weren't for launching a simple command: save it.
In response, light gushed from his hands, and he could feel Tharion's flesh
and bones knitting themselves back together, mending themselves, healing
themselves...
It had been a clear shot to the chest and came out the back. But this new
healing magic seemed to know what to do, how to close both the entrance and
exit holes. He couldn't replace the blood, but if Ketos's blood was no longer
draining from his body… he might survive.
Half of him wanted to throw the twins somewhere safe and run to wherever
Lidia was, but his partner had asked him to protect the two most precious
people in the world to her.
Ruhn would not betray such a great gesture of trust. For nothing in the
world.
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Ruhn and the boys arrived on the city streets, and he made to pick up
his cell phone to call Flynn, hoping that the male was nearby with the van.
Only then did he look at the battlefield beyond the city. The cloud of
darkness above the bright lights.
The darkness was pure abyss. The fires were burning on the other side of
the field… It could only be Lidia.
Spirit!
He knew that voice.
He turned, with Tharion a dead weight on his shoulder, and saw Ithan
Holstrom running toward them, a rifle slung over his shoulder.
Ruhn also knew that rifle. The Godslayer Rifle.
Ithan's face was covered in dirt and blood, as if
I had literally fought to get there.
— Ketos is alive?
When Ruhn nodded, Ithan asked, "Where's
Bryce?"
As if in response, light shone overhead in the palace behind them.
Ruhn felt chills.
— We told her and Athalar to find us, but it was a
trap… Fuck.
“I need to get to Bryce,” Ithan said urgently.
Ruhn pointed toward the palace, and couldn't find the words, any
words, to tell the wolf that it might already be too late.
Bryce felt the air cutting into his lungs when he breathed, but he tried to do his
best. To the wind, to the movement and propulsion of her and Hunt across the
small space as Rigelus threw blow after blow.
She wasn't the terrified female she had been a week ago, running away
from him down the hallway. He knew that Theia's light gave her the advantage
to stay one step ahead of Rigelus as he teleported consecutively.
They just needed to deactivate the core, and then she would take her
sword and knife and go after the asteri. One by one.
Hunt's lightning kept crashing into the ground, but she and Hunt kept
moving, so fast that one bang didn't even end before another started. The
sound was monstrous, devouring, and it rained stones and crystals in the room.
But in the middle of the room, the warped and melted crystal tunnel
it was almost complete.
Minutes had passed, perhaps years. Continuing one step ahead of Rigelus
was like a dance, and she knew that it would all come to a destructive end very
soon.
Another bang, and the primalux core's glow intensified,
highlighting Rigelus' furious face with terrifying sharpness.
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“One more, Bryce,” Hunt repeated, panting. Blood was dripping from his
nose too. The cost of all that power, without ceasing. — Just one more blow,
I can feel it…
“Okay,” she agreed. - He is well.
Instead of hitting her with Hellfire, he pulled her over and kissed her.
Lightning flowed from him to her, a living river of music and power.
Bryce pulled away, panting, and it wasn't much power, but it was there, it was
enough...
“Stop,” said an exhausted male voice from the hallway.
And although she had leapt between worlds and put an end to archangels
and asteri, nothing had prepared her for seeing Ithan Holstrom racing down the
palace corridor with the Godslayer Rifle slung over his shoulder.
***
Hunt no longer had the energy to ponder the fact that Holstrom seemed…
evolved. Older, somehow more powerful, even though Hunt had just seen him.
He didn't care about it when the wolf approached and said: — I was sent to
deliver this to you.
Her words hit him hard, and Hunt snapped, “No fucking
way.” — He started to get excited. — No fucking way,
Bryce, let's send that monster to Hell...
— Leave the palace — warned Bryce, and teleported.
Alone.
Taking the Godslayer Rifle with him, and leaving the Mask in Hunt's
hand.
***
A shot, towards the tunnel that Hunt had opened, to destroy the
last crystal around the core and release all that primalux.
She knew that lining up the shot would be costly. She knew that in the
second it would take to adjust her aim, Rigelus would unleash his power
upon her, and there would be no wall of Hunt's lightning to contain him.
Bryce enjoyed the fierce wind that whipped around him as he
teleported… one last time, propelling himself through the world.
She raised the rifle to shoulder height, releasing the safety, and then
she was in the center of the room filled with debris and debris.
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crystals, with the rifle already aimed at the hole in the center.
But Rigelus wasn't alone. Three other remaining asteri had joined him,
and the four formed a solid wall between Bryce and the primalux core. At
least one more of them was dead, if the slowing of the world a few minutes
earlier was any indication. But there were still four left.
— Don't you want to know what you're risking before you act so
recklessly? asked Rigelus, smugly. He didn't wait for a response. — If you
destroy the primalux core, you will destroy Midgard itself.
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Bryce felt chills. I might have responded that that was nonsense,
if it weren't for Vesperus' claims regarding the Cauldron.
They were right... Bryce knew that if she lowered the gun, if she drew
the blades... Well, they would kill her so quickly that she probably wouldn't
be able to draw the blades in time.
“Think very carefully, Bryce Quinlan,” Rigelus advised, stepping
forward with his hands raised. — One bullet to the core, and this world
and all innocents will be sucked into an endless void.
The same Void that Apollion claimed allowed him to devour the
asteri? Polaris' body had been sucked into nothingness...
— You seemed so outraged in your little video, — commented
Rigelus, almost purring, — at the death of all those innocent people in
the Asphodel Meadows, but what are a few hundred children compared
to the millions you will condemn once you fire that bullet?
An endless void…
“Kill her, brother,” hissed the fourth asteri, Austrus, glowing with
power. — Kill her, and we'll fight the princes again before they find us
down here...
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— What will it be, Bryce Quinlan? asked Rigelus, extending his hand. —
You have my word that if you don't fire that bullet, you and yours will be able
to walk out of here free. And they will remain so.
***
The asteri screamed, and time lengthened as the bullet fired from the
rifle, slowly enough for Bryce to see what was written on the side of
the round: Memento Mori.
Powered by the souls of the dead, of Connor and the Pack of
Demons, and so many others... The dead sacrificing themselves in
favor of the living. The dead giving up eternity so that Midgard could
be free.
The bullet spiraled downward, toward the light, toward the
final crystal barrier.
Rigelus charged at Bryce, his hands ablaze with raw power. When
he touched her, she would die…
And perhaps that was what Danika had planned from the beginning
when she placed the Horn on her, when she wanted her to claim the
other piece of Theia's star for Avallen. Perhaps it had been what Urd
had planned for her, what he had whispered to her to do since she
had accessed the power, or what Hell had imagined she and Hunt
would do one day.
Bryce wished he had a little more time with Hunt. With parents and
friends. A little more time to enjoy the sun, the sky, the sea. To listen
to music, all the music I could listen to. To dance… just one more step
or a spin…
Rigelus was reaching out his shining hands for her arm; the
projectile continued to spiral. And as that secundalux bullet shattered
the last layer of crystal and descended further and further…
Bryce wished he had more time.
But he hadn't, and if that was all the time he had been given,
She… would make it worth it.
I believe everything happened for a reason. I don't believe it was in vain.
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In the distance, the words he had said at the Gate, the previous spring,
echoed.
All of that had happened because of that. Not for her, but
by Midgard. For the safety and future of all the worlds.
And as the bullet penetrated the primalux's core, as Rigelus's hand wrapped
around Bryce's wrist and the pure acid burned his skin and bones wherever it
touched...
Like the battery it was, it took his power and sucked it away.
Light found light, but... Rigelus's starlight was not light.
It was power, yes, but it was primalux. It was the power of Midgard. Of the
people.
It flowed into her, so much power it almost took her breath away. Time
slowed down even more. However, she took more of Rigelus' power.
Without the primalux, without the people of Midgard and all the other planets
they had sucked until there was nothing left... without the power of the people,
the damned asteri were nothing.
And with that understanding, the undeniable truth, Bryce channeled all that
power through the Horn on his back.
Right when the core exploded.
Midgard's emergency button has been triggered. Just inches away from
her, the world began to collapse, sucking itself in, obliterating everything…
Because there, among the bright lights of the asteri… was Bryce's
starlight.
And she was being sucked into the black hole too.
***
Bryce knew she should be dead. There was no air there, no heat.
Maybe it was the Horn in her skin, the Made essence, that kept her
alive… just enough.
It had been a gamble, but she had seen what Aster and the Truth Teller
had done to Polaris. They had created a vacuum that sucked the asteri
inside... the only kind of prison that could destroy a being of light. The only
force in the universe that ate light, so strong that no light could escape. A
portal to nowhere.
To a black hole.
Wasn't that the unholy power Apollion possessed? The power of the
Void. The antithesis of light.
The only thing that could kill a planet with a
mordida. Destruir os asteri, e Midgard junto.
The asteri also knew that... forever, and used it as an emergency
button, to be activated upon the destruction of the primalux core.
So she had breasted their black hole with her own. A bigger one. A
black hole, a void, to eat the other black holes.
Because Bryce couldn't let that happen to Midgard. He had opened his
own portal to the black hole, which was just the right size so that only those
who were very close to the core would be sucked in.
And now she was there, floating through space with the asteri.
Light poured from the glowing beings around them, their screams
silenced by the absence of air. Behind her, the only light that filtered
through the crack she had left behind... a crack that still needed
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to close. A little window into Midgard. She couldn't bring herself to close it. Not
yet.
Bryce allowed himself to look at the sliver of light, the blue sky. The last
vestige of home.
I believe everything happened for a reason. I don't believe it was in vain.
In front of the asteri was the shining mass that was the nucleus of the
primalux, the growing black hole at the heart of it…
The light expanded and curved as it was pulled down the throat of the larger
black hole. And then it disappeared.
There was no beam left. No emergency button, no primalux. Midgard was
free of them.
That crack of light became thinner and thinner. It was too far for her to reach.
It was not possible to return to the portal. There was no way to propel yourself
there. There was only the slow flow towards the black hole's event horizon. The
inevitable and crushing end. Ahead, the first two asteri, Hesperus and Eosphoros,
approached
the point of no return. They tried to hold on to nothingness, looking for a way
to cling to the emptiness of space to move them away from the gaping mouth of
the black hole...
Rigelus was saying something, shouting in her face, but there was
no sound. There was no sound in the space. Just his face contorted in
contempt, and she knew he saw the same expression on her face as
Bryce inhaled. The last inspiration, she knew. It would make that worth
it too.
Bryce held his thin torso and hugged him, then wrapped him
with the legs too.
Rigelus had a one-way ticket to that black hole…
and she would make sure of it.
Even if, to do so, I had to go along.
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With the Umbra Mortis helmet thrown into the rubble at his side, Hunt
watched the giant, dark thing that had appeared in the center of the
city and, little by little, devoured everything.
Bryce was in that hole. A dark wind ruffled the hair
of Hunt, and he didn't need to look to know who had arrived.
— I told her to choose to live — Aidas murmured, sadly, looking
at the starry black opening.
“She wouldn't be Bryce if she'd chosen herself,” Hunt said
hoarsely. He wouldn't love her so much if she weren't the kind of
person who would have jumped into that hole. — We have to help
her — he added, with a grunt, his wings struggling against the pull of
the black hole that was trying to suck all of Midgard into itself.
— We can't do anything — countered Aidas, his voice filled with
anguish.
— I have to try.
Hunt bent his knees and spread his wings, preparing for that leap
into space. For Bryce. And to that eternal wall of black where his
partner shone.
“If you go in there, you'll die,” Aidas replied. “There's no air to
propel your wings, nothing to help propel them so you can get to
Bryce. You will be adrift, and even then
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she will end up going with Rigelus to the Void. After a few minutes, you
follow helplessly.
—But she left the portal open. To Midgard,” said Hunt.
Aidas turned exhausted eyes to him.
— I believe it will close when it and the Horn are obliterated.
Just as he should have jumped into the portal with the suspicion that he
would never return.
Demons spread through the streets, and the Asterian Guard still
fights, unaware that their remaining masters are on their way to
annihilation. The Fallen mechsuits and enemies collided.
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Bryce had walked into his own death for him that spring day.
Their wings wouldn't work in space, but the propulsion of the suit's
weapons would.
Hunt didn't hesitate. He entered, squeezing his wings into the small
space inside, and closed the metal door.
“Thank you,” Hunt said to the archangel, to the Fallen who now felt
pressed around him.
He had previously been forced to dismember mech-suits on the
battlefield to help Shahar's sister destroy humans. But at that moment,
the suit would help him save a life. The most important life in the world for
him.
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Hunt didn't look at Aidas, at the ruined palace sending debris toward
the portal, or at the black hole so enormous that the pull threatened to suck
everything in. He just stared into the void and ran, the suit rumbling around,
straight to the portal.
Then he jumped after his partner.
***
To escape death, he would wear the artifact. The real Umbra Mortis.
The ghostly hand squeezed (gently, as if that was all she could do) his
hand. On the button.
As if to say: Shoot.
The gods had never done him any favors, Urd had certainly never
helped him, but still…
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Bryce had given him a life, a beautiful life. He didn't need all the visual
evidence that had flashed before his face when he'd been in the Comitium cell to
realize. She had given joy, laughter and love, freed Hunt from a cold, dark
existence and led him toward the light. From her light.
And Hunt knew that it was Shahar, along with each of the Fallen and everyone
who fought against the Asteri, who guided the missile to hit Rigelus square in the
face.
It didn't explode. He pulled it away from Bryce, and the Radiant Hand
staggered to the point of no return, the missile with it…
And Bryce was free. To drift.
But still too close to the edge of the void.
Using his precious store of firepower as momentum, Hunt propelled himself
forward, hurtling through space to his partner, his wife, his love…
Apollion, once again in his humanoid form, grabbed the rope and pulled.
Aidas lit up with black light, struggling against the closing portal, against Urd's
will. Hunt could already make out the princes' tense faces, Apollion's teeth
clenched with the effort of pulling him through the lightning, inch by inch, closer
and closer. Aidas sweated, panting, as he struggled to keep the portal open…
“It took too long,” Declan said as Hunt tried to revive Bryce's heart,
the lightning hitting her again and again and again. — She spent too
long without oxygen, even though she was Vanir. There's nothing my
healing magic can do if it's already…
***
His sister had died. Ruhn looked at Bryce's face and knew she was dead.
More than dead.
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Ruhn's mind was silent. Lidia stood beside him, holding his hand, with her
children at her back. It was the boys who convinced him to return… they had
refused to move forward until they had helped in some way.
But it hadn't made the slightest difference. Not even Athalar's lightning could
revive Bryce.
And then Hypaxia had stepped forward, wearing that crown of bones.
Somehow, she had transformed into the Head of the House of Flame and
Shadow. And he offered help.
“She'll never forgive me if you resurrect her as a shadow of herself,” Hunt
replied, his voice weak with tears, with screams.
— Please… help her — said Ruhn, desperately. — Help her if you can.
***
Hunt stared at the sorceress, but Roga didn't take his eyes off Bryce.
“Ah, Quinlan,” Roga murmured, tears gathering on her eyelashes.
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Perhaps for the first time in his entire existence, Apollion looked surprised.
Jesiba raised her eyebrows, and some of the irritable sorceress he knew
returned. — Obviously she
does. Do you know how difficult it is to find a competent assistant?
Jesiba's smile lit up her face, and it was perhaps the first real smile he had
ever seen her give.
— I already found it, Athalar. Thanks to both of you. — After nodding to
him and Bryce, she walked back to Hypaxia and offered her hand. — Guide
the House of Flame and Shadow back to the light
— she said to the witch, who bowed her head.
None of them dared to speak as Hypaxia began to chant.
***
That place was the opposite of where she had gone during the Descent.
Instead of the infinite abyss, it was just… light. A soft, golden light. Gentle and
pleasing to the eye.
It was warm and relaxing, and she didn't want to be anywhere else, except
for…
Except for…
Bryce looked back. There was more light shining in that direction.
— Looking for the exit? — asked a dry female voice. — It's that way.
The golden light rippled and faded, and then the two were on a green
hill in a lush and pleasant terrain. The land Bryce had seen that day after
the attack in the spring… when he had believed Connor and the Pack of
Demons had been safe and secure in the Bone Quarter.
It was real.
— Quinlan.
She turned to Jesiba.
— Are we dead?
- We are.
— The others…
— They are alive, although the asteri are not. — And he nodded
ironically. - Thanks to you.
Bryce smiled, and allowed the sensation to course through his body.
- Good good.
She inhaled some of the fresh, sweet air, noted the hint of salt,
a hint of sea nearby…
— Quinlan, you have to go back — said Jesiba.
Bryce tilted his head.
- Like this?
— To life — said Jesiba, as irritable as usual. —
Why do you think I'm here, now? I traded my life for yours.
Bryce didn't react.
- What? Why?
— Holstrom can fill you in on the details of my existence, but let's just
say... — Jesiba approached and held his hand. — That Archesian amulet
isn't just for protection against my books or demons. It's a link to Midgard
itself.
Bryce looked down at his chest, at the thin gold chain and delicate
tangle of circles hanging there.
- I don't understand.
—The amulets belonged to the librarian-priestesses of Parthos. Each
was imbued with the innate magic of Midgard...
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older. The kind that all worlds have, for those who know where to look.
- And?
—So what if I think Midgard knows what you did, whatever way a planet
can be sentient. You know how you freed Avallen, not because you wanted
to claim the land, but because you believed it was the right thing to do.
—The books are yours — repeated Jesiba. — And the gallery collection
also. The paperwork is ready.
— But how did you know I would end up…?
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— I've never seen anyone sacrifice their own life as much as you did —
interrupted Jesiba. — I thought an intervention would be necessary today. —
She looked at the blue sky and smiled to herself.
— Go home, Bryce. All of this will be here when it's ready.
- My soul…
- It's free. The Sub-King died. I repeat: Holstrom will fill you in on everything.
Jesiba hugged her back… At first a little awkwardly, then willingly. And
during the hug, Bryce looked once again at the hill where Danika, Lehabah,
Connor, and the Pack of Demons had waved.
But they were gone. They returned to enjoy the wonders and peace of
the place. Knowing this filled her heart with joy.
Then Bryce turned his back on Jesiba. To what awaited them, all of
them, and returned to the archway.
Towards life.
Towards Hunt.
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She knew there were others there. Ruhn, Lidia, Flynn, Dec, Tharion
and the Princes of Hell, but they all disappeared while looking at Hunt.
Bryce touched his cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb.
— Look at my big, tough, asshole alpha — she said softly, her voice
hoarse with tears.
— How can you play at a time like this? —
Hunt retorted, and Bryce leaned over and kissed him.
And it was light, love and life.
She had a faint sense of something stirring around them and Ruhn
asking, "Does
anyone want to... um, put Jesiba's ashes in a... cup or something?"
***
Hunt allowed himself to take his eyes off Bryce for a few minutes so he
could complete the last task.
Wings of all colors and the carcasses of mechsuits still lay where
they had collapsed hours before, after falling as soon as the souls of the
Fallen had left them.
He didn't have a specific one in mind, but he walked through the field
full of mech-suits... skipping over the bodies of dead demons and asteri
angels, feathers scattered everywhere, until he finally stopped in front of
a heavy suit, his eyes blacked out. .
“Thank you,” he said to the Fallen, even though their souls were
gone. To the place Bryce claimed they would all go in the end. — For
supporting me one last time.
The battlefield beyond the city walls was eerily silent except for the
calls of the scavengers, but the city behind him was a symphony of
sirens, wails, and screams. In
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news helicopters circling, trying to find a way to convey what had happened.
Naomi had gone to find them to try and restore some semblance of
of order.
“We did it,” Hunt said, with a lump in his throat. — Finally, we did it. The
hierarchies are still here, I guess, but I promise…” He swallowed hard, analyzing all
the cold, empty metal littering the field around him. — From now on it will be different.
Wings fluttered above him, and then Isaiah was there, his wounds already healed
under the blood crusted on his dark skin. The forehead was smooth, wonderfully free
of the halo.
With empty eyes, Isaiah analyzed the mec-suits and bowed his head in silent
thanks.
“Wherever they went,” Isaiah commented, after
one moment —, I hope it’s the paradise they deserve.
“Yes,” Hunt agreed, and he knew in his heart that it was true. Then he observed
the angel. - What happened?
Isaiah gave a small smile.
“I heard you came here and I thought you might want to
company. You know, someone to sulk with.
Hunt laughs.
- Thanks. I'm always grateful to have a partner to sulk along with me.
Isaiah's smile widened, but his eyes shone as he spoke, "So, after all this time,
all this suffering...
finally the cause of the Fallen has been concluded."
— But what do we do from now on? I don't know shit about building a
government. You know?
“No. But I think we're going to get a crash course,” Isaiah confirmed.
It was the second time that angels had bowed to him. It was the second
time he had been granted recognition and permission. And, beauty, with
Hellfire in his veins, he could even be a leader. He could get any archangel
stronghold or faction to subordinate themselves to him.
But…
Hunt's cell phone vibrated, and he took the device out of his pocket.
Bryce makes me have magical orgasms (literally) had sent a message.
Where are you?? I have separation anxiety! Come back here now!!!
Another flutter, and she added, I mean, after you do what you need to do.
Like, I support you having the space you need to do what needs to be done.
Another vibe.
But still, come back here now.
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But Hunt already had the answer. He had already thought of one for
some time.
He patted Isaiah on the shoulder and said: — The
angels already have a leader to guide them in this process, Isaiah.
—Celestina…
— No Celestina. — He squeezed his friend's shoulder once, then moved
away, flapping his wings, ready for them to take him to his wife, his partner,
his best friend. To the future that awaited them. - You.
***
Bryce's soul was hers. She thought it had always been hers, but it had been
a… loan.
But it was hers again, completely, and there was a whole new world to
explore without the asteri lurking around. A whole new afterlife, when she
and Hunt were ready.
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new.
The Ocean Queen and the fleet had taken the witch there…
Hypaxia had intercepted the monarch on her way to beat up the Asteri for
kidnapping Lidia's two children. The Queen of the Ocean could be quite a figure,
but she stood her ground. And when the two children were kidnapped while in her
care, she had appeared prepared to flood the entire city in their defense.
She and her commanders continued into the Eternal City, the threat of the
tsunami she had kept under control around the perimeter was causing those loyal
to the Asteri to hold back. At least the ruler seemed too busy with the new world to
deal with the trivial nitpicking with Tharion. For now.
would tax the super powerful. Requesting that archangels, who had
plenty of power, donate part of their power to the network. The powerful
serving the weak.
Or anything else like that. Honestly, Bryce planned to leave the
solving to smarter minds than hers. Although he knew that he would end
up needing to intervene to give him some scratches before everything
was finished. At that moment… There was a capital in chaos. The world
turned upside down. Still, she focused her gaze towards the north.
He found Nesta in the same room the female had been in before.
With Ember, Randall, and a handsome, slightly familiar winged male
beside them who smelled like Nesta's partner. They were sitting at a
table talking while drinking tea and eating chocolate cake.
Bryce looked at Nesta, who was watching everything warily. Then Bryce
reached into his jacket and pulled out the Mask.
- Here. As promised.
Everyone was silent.
And then Bryce pulled out the Truth Teller, and Cassian looked
to be about to position himself between her and Nesta.
Hunt also took a fighting stance in response, but
Bryce just said:
— Asshole alphas.
And he placed the dagger on the table, among the tea dishes and
snacks.
— You brought them back. — Nesta's voice was low.
— Did you think I wouldn't bring it?
“I'm not sure what I thought,” Nesta replied, but she gave a small smile.
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— Poor Nesta got in trouble after you took their weapons and left
us here — Ember explained. — I tried to explain to Rhysand and Azriel
that there's no way to stop it when you put something in your head,
and I think Feyre, Rhysand's partner, believed it, but... — Ember looked
at Nesta and made a face. — I apologize again for my daughter's
behavior.
— I made the choice to give her the Mask — Nesta reminded
Ember. To Bryce, she said wryly, “Your mother, for some reason,
doesn't believe I gave up the weapons willingly.
Bryce rolled his eyes at his mother.
- Excellent. Thank you for that. — She gestured to the portal.
twinkling behind them. - We can?
Ember gave a slight smile.
—So they really died.
“They died, never to return,” confirmed Bryce,
feeling my heart rejoice with the words.
Ember's eyes glistened with tears, but she turned away,
holding Nesta's hands and squeezing firmly.
—Despite the fact that my daughter lied, conspired and
basically betrayed us…
— Wow, no need to mince words, Mom — murmured Bryce,
which made Nesta cast a sideways glance, amused.
But Ember continued, looking only at Nesta.
— I'm happy for one thing: having met you.
Nesta pursed her lips and looked down at their joined hands.
She had a lot of explaining to do about that. And what to apologize for too.
“Your mother loves you,” Nesta said softly, reading the expression on
Bryce's face. — Don't underestimate this for a second.
Ember really looked like she was going to burst into tears at any moment.
moment, especially when he turned to Nesta again and said:
— This time here with you has been a gift, Nesta. In truth.
And then she pulled Nesta into a tight hug, and Bryce could have sworn
he saw something like pain and longing cross Nesta's expression. As if he
hadn't received a hug from his mother in a long time.
Then Bryce offered the female some privacy to enjoy every second of
that maternal hug and turned to where Randall and Cassian were, behind
them. The males had linked arms in a friendly manner.
Ember finally moved away from Nesta, but placed her hand on her
The female's cheek gently and whispered: — You
will find your way.
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The Freighter of the Deep had anchored outside the dock because
the port closest to the Eternal City was too narrow to accommodate
the city ship. Beside Ruhn, Lidia watched her children wait on the
concrete pier as the transport capsule rose to the surface, water
dripping from the dome-shaped glass top.
When Renki and Davit were revealed, the two waved frantically
at the two boys next to Lidia.
To her children, who smiled at their parents, with Brann waving
back enthusiastically, Ace returning a shorter—but no less eager—
wave.
Ruhn placed his hand on Lidia's back, who leaned back into the
comforting, loving touch. Her partner. Yes, she was sure of that.
The capsule's glass top opened, and then Renki and Davit leapt
onto the pier gracefully, Brann and Ace running toward them...
The hugs that boys gave their parents. Tears of relief ran down
Renki's face, and Davit held the two boys as if he would never let go.
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But he let go. He approached Lidia in two steps and hugged her too.
“Thank you,” said the male, his voice hoarse from the
tears. - Thanks.
Renki appeared the moment Davit walked away, hugging her
very tight too.
Lidia found herself smiling, even though her heart had started to hurt
again, and walked away to watch her children.
They both looked at her. Brann looked worried, but the
Ace's expression was more indecipherable. It was Brann who asked, "So
this is goodbye?"
Lidia looked at Renki and Davit, who nodded. They had spoken on the
phone the day before to coordinate that meeting… and what would come
next.
— Until things calm down a little here. On the surface, that is,” Lidia
replied.
Because, even the day after the annihilation of the asteri, it was already
going to shit. The depletion of the primalux network would be a huge
problem, but the Queen of the Ocean had supplied all the city ships and
the various capsules without primalux. With your own power. Perhaps the
ruler had some idea about how they could adapt the technology to work
without consuming primalux.
The Queen of the Ocean, of course, was not happy when Lidia sent a
message to the Freighter of the Deep. It was a succinct and efficient
message:
I believe that my services are no longer needed, and I therefore inform you of
my termination.
Thankful for your
compassion,
Lidia Cervos An hour later, the Queen of the Ocean had sent the answer
—again on a piece of seaweed.
I have more to worry about than your loyalty, Lidia Cervos. I accept
your termination, but don't be fooled into thinking that our paths won't cross
again. For now, you can live life on the Surface.
It was the best Lidia could hope for.
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At that moment, Lidia looked from one son to the other and
added:
— But I want to see you again, if that's something you want too.
Brann nodded, and she was speechless as he came over and hugged
her.
The smell of her son, his warmth and his closeness almost made her
fall to her knees, but Lidia managed to stay standing, knowing that Ruhn
was by her side, that he would always be there, supporting her, when Brann
walked away, opening a smile.
— You're too brave — praised Brann and added: — Mom.
Even with her heart leaping with joy, Lidia dared to look over his
shoulder and saw Renki and Davit with smiles as wide as Brann's. Happy
for her… for all of them. Her children had a beautiful family, and maybe, if
everyone was cool with the idea, she could find a space there. Finding joy
in being part of it.
Brann leaned over and kissed Lidia on the cheek, and she knew she
would cherish that kiss for the rest of her existence. Then he went to Ruhn,
and Lidia could only watch as Brann hugged him in the same way, very
tightly.
“Thank you,” Brann said, “for what you were going to do. To save us…
and our mother.
Ruhn patted Brann on the back, and Lidia's chest filled with so much
light that she could barely hold it all inside.
- No problem. Just a normal day for us Aux soldiers,” Ruhn replied.
— Thank you for picking us up. — The corner of his mouth moved
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***
Bryce was completely fed up with Nena's coldness when she opened
the Northern Rift again. Not to the Fae homeworld, but to Hell.
There was only darkness waiting for the army that marched across.
Creatures, flying things and princes, who came one by one, Thanatos
giving her a look that said Bryce may have destroyed the asteri, but that
he was still hurt by what had happened to his dog, until only Apollion
and Aidas were left. before her in the ice and snow.
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They didn't need a coat, hat or gloves. They didn't even reach
shake.
—Hell does not have dominion over you, and you do not have
no obligation to us,” Apollion said to Hunt.
— Huh, thanks? replied Hunt. - I say the same.
Apollion gave him a half-smile, then looked at Bryce.
— You did better than I expected.
Bryce snapped his fingers, the sound muffled by his
gloves. — This is what I'm going to put on my new business cards: Bryce
Quinlan: better than expected.
Apollion just smiled and walked into the darkness.
“Hey,” Bryce called, behind the Moat Prince's back.
Apollion stopped and raised his eyebrow.
Bryce cracked a smile.
— Thank you for not giving up on Midgard.
She could have sworn she saw a grain of compassion cross his face.
Apollion before he looked at Aidas and said:
— I'll be happy to close the matter, and let my brother have peace.
to say that Theia's pride didn't mean shit to her. — I think I might hear it
directly from her one day.
Aidas tilted his head. Bryce had told them all about the
that Jesiba had alleged. What he had seen in that land of sparkling light.
—Do you think a Prince of Hell will be allowed in?
Bryce walked over to him and kissed his cheek. The skin his lips
touched was icy.
— I think a good male, regardless of where he comes from, will always
be allowed in.
Aidas' eyes glowed a vivid blue…whether with gratitude, longing, or
love, she couldn't tell. But the prince only nodded at her, and then at Hunt,
then crossed the Northern Rift into the darkness.
Apollion was waiting inside and took the place next to his brother. Bryce
took Hunt's hand and raised the other in farewell.
“Looks like your demon-hunting days are over,” she said to Hunt.
Her partner smiled and kissed her softly, and even the winds
Nena's cold eyes seemed to get hotter.
— I think I'll have to look for another job.
***
Tharion Ketos was on the edge of the Meat Market, looking for his wife.
Thanks to the water goblins in her service, Queen Viper had apparently
managed to extinguish the flames in the main building.
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before the fire spread, leaving most of the Meat Market's interconnected
warehouses intact.
In fact, it seemed like business was business as usual… even if
still adjusted to a new world. From the bed of the truck, grim-looking
soldiers unloaded cylinders shining with primalux. Already stocking up
on a product that would soon be in high demand.
Tharion was not sure why he had come here, when Sendes had
informed him that the Queen of the Ocean had forgiven his
disobedience. In fact, she had made a very good offer to him, to
become a commander in her armed forces and work aboard the Deep
Freighter, but he had ended up responding that he would need to do
something first.
And then he came back there.
The world was a mess. The Asteri were dead, but there was an
Imperial Senate to deal with, archangels, several Heads of Houses,
and… maybe he should have stayed on that ship.
I didn't know why I expected peace and comfort, why I thought
everyone would be happy and just… good. But there were a lot of
stupid and ambitious people around the world, taking the opportunity
to use restructuring as a way to gain power.
And Tharion knew it was likely that the asshole who dominated the
Meat Market was among those people. He would have to face her at
some point, probably soon.
But right now he needed to find his wife, just to make sure she was
okay. Then he would follow his own path. Would he go to the Deep
Freighter, or do something else, he didn't know. He imagined that
Ogenas would guide him at some point, perhaps help him sort out the
mess that was his life.
Tharion lifted the hood of his sweatshirt, checking to see if the
weapon hidden at his side was safe and ready, and entered the
labyrinth of the Meat Market. Towards whatever Urd had in store for
him.
He had only walked a block when a female voice said from the
shadows:
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— You must have joined the stupidity line many times to get back in there.
He stopped in place, peering into the alley where the voice had come from. Two
Crimson eyes burned amidst the darkness.
Tharion tilted his head.
— Hello, Ariadne.
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Bryce stood in the lobby of the Autumn King's mansion, watching a bunch
of cameras go off, the haughty fae nobility and the guards with confused
expressions alternating glances between her and the crowd.
For the occasion, she had chosen a pink dress that she knew would
take Hunt's concentration away. It would be either that or leggings and a t-
shirt, and considering she wanted to avoid any distractions from what she
would actually do, the female had opted for something formal.
Of course, choosing the pink dress had been a torment. There was
currently a huge pile of clothes in her room that she would need to deal
with when she got home, which was an incentive to linger there a lot.
But she looked at the mocking faces of Sathia and Flynn's parents,
Lord and Lady Hawthorne, who had recently returned from Avallen, and
decided that waiting might be to hell. All the rest of the fae nobility who
had gathered there that morning at his invitation could be damned.
He had set foot in the city late at night the day before, gone to the
ruins of the Asphodel Meadows and called the meeting for the following
day.
She would have met the night before, but Hunt had advised her to take
time to decide what she wanted to say. To let Mac prepare
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the paperwork.
At the moment, the leopard shifter and Declan were next to the
table that had been taken into the lobby, Ruhn and Flynn with them.
She looked at Hunt, and he nodded subtly. It was the moment.
Then Bryce went to the lectern and said to the cameras, to the fae
aristocrats: — I'll be brief and
succinct, just like the busy nobles here.
they can go back to their champagne lunches and spa days.
Silence, and a frantic noise from the cameras. The cameramen came
closer, positioning the microphones to capture even her breathing. One of
the guys, a draki male, was smiling.
But Bryce kept her gaze focused on the cameras, on the world listening
to her.
—This is my first and only decree as the Fae Queen of Valbara and
Avallen: the royal houses will be extinct. — She ignored the gasps and
complaints, and drummed her fingers on the paperwork on the table. — The
documents have already been issued. Let me be very transparent: I am not
abdicating either throne.
I am no longer queen, but with this document, no one will wear the crown
again. The fae monarchy is being abolished. Forever.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hunt crack a smile. She wanted
her mother to be there, but they had decided that Ember Quinlan's presence
might cause a lot of speculation about her human mother having pressured
her into making this decision.
— I will donate all of the Autumn King's residences in this city — Bryce
continued, gesturing to the elegant space around them — to house those
displaced by the attack on Asphodel Meadows. This specific mansion will
be used to house children who were orphaned after the massacre.
Bryce picked up the gold fountain pen he had stolen from the Autumn
King's office after throwing all of his prisms in the trash. He planned to dismantle
the planetarium and sell it for scrap.
He knew enough about how light traveled and formed…how it could separate
and come together again. She never wanted to learn anything about light
again, not even her own.
“The Asteri died,” Bryce declared to the listening world, “and the fae
kingdoms died with them. Instead of them, we will build a government based
on equality and equity. This document grants me the right to represent the Fae
in the construction of such a government, nothing more.
“Traitor,” hissed one of the fae nobility who Bryce could have sworn had
mocked her in a restaurant years ago.
Bryce muttered to herself, twirling the King's beloved pen
Autumnal between your fingers.
— You shouldn't have granted royalty such absolute power in an attempt
to keep the rest of the people in the mud. — She leaned over the documents.
— Maybe then they could have stopped me from doing this.
The golden pen touched the paper, the ink marking the parchment.
“But now you're in the mud with the rest of us,” Bryce concluded for the fae
as he signed his name, “so you'd better get used to the smell.
Ruhn turned on the lights in the apartment… for as long as the place still had
power.
— Bryce is going to throw a hissy fit, but I swear it was the only thing
furnished so last minute — he explained to Lidia as they entered the place that
was literally one floor below Bryce's.
Ruhn was sure that with Brann it would be easier. But Ace…
Ruhn smiled to himself at the memory of how Ace had looked Ruhn
up and down before leaving, his dark, intelligent eyes. Sharp. As if to
say: Take care of my mother.
Ruhn had responded in the boy's mind: She can take care of herself, but
I'm going to help.
Ace's eyes widened in shock and he stumbled, but, with an
analytical and impressed look at Ruhn, he continued towards the
transport pod.
Ruhn and Lidia spent a night at his screwed-up house, desperate
to have sex until they couldn't anymore, but very aware of their friends
just a thin wall away, until he called a real estate agent and asked him
to find an apartment. Immediately. With very few requirements.
That was the main demand Ruhn had made of the broker: find an
apartment with a guest room that had
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two beds.
— They can visit whenever they both, and you, want.
Lidia smiled so softly and hopefully that Ruhn felt his heart sink, but
then the female went to the couch in front of the television and sat down,
as if she were testing him. Experiencing that apartment, that life.
— I think their parents will want to keep them around for a while after
what happened — Lidia replied — but yes... I would love for them to come
here sometimes.
Ruhn sat next to her on the couch.
— They're going to raise hell when they grow up.
— That's fine with me, as long as it's not literally. Lidia sighed. — I've
had my share of demons for a while, even the friendly ones.
Ruhn laughed.
- Mine too.
For a few minutes, the two sat there in silence.
comfortable, watching the apartment, their apartment.
— I can't believe we're alive — Lidia finally commented.
— I can't believe the asteri died.
The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, and he hadn't
assimilated everything that had happened. Or the current state of the
world.
— Your sister and Athalar's intentions are good, but it's going to take
a lot more than a meeting with a bunch of world leaders to establish an
entire new system of government. Or end slavery — Lidia said carefully.
It had been incredible to witness the scene: Bryce in front of the throng
of cameras and nobles, ending monarchies with a scribble of a pen. Their
father's favorite pen, to boot.
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— I think so — replied the male, giving her a little push with his knee. - And
you?
- I don't know. I don't even know what normal is — admitted Lidia.
Ruhn held her hand, intertwining their fingers.
— What if we figure this out together, then?
—How to be normal?
— How to live a normal life. A normal, adult apartment is a good start. For
us both.
Enough of living in a republic.
But caution took over her gaze.
- My life is complicated.
— Who said normal isn't complicated? — he replied. — I just know that
whatever tomorrow, next year or the next millennia have in store for this world,
I want to face it by your side.
But Ruhn got up, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The
other requirement he had made to the broker: store a single thing in the
refrigerator.
Perhaps the republic would not be left aside completely. He returned to
the sofa and handed Lidia a beer.
“As promised, Day,” he said, opening the lid of his own
bottle. - One beer.
She looked down at her drink, and her face lit up. He took off the cap,
but stood up and tapped his bottle, toasting before drinking.
***
It would take a few days for the Lair wolves to return from where they were
hiding, but they were coming back, yes.
Ithan didn't know if it was on Amelie's orders or if Perry had asked, but
everyone was returning. Maybe just to see for himself what a shitty job the
new Primo would do at leading them.
Or to analyze the dynamics without the Fendyr.
Or to look for your own belongings before the power grid
primalux fell and chaos reigned.
Ithan was in the command center of Aux headquarters, with Flynn and
Dec on the other side, and the former was watching Perry with an interest
that Ithan didn't like.
Perry was blushing, and Ithan didn't like it either.
But Ruhn and Lidia walked in before Ithan could say anything.
stupid, and the former fae prince declared:
— So, before anything else: I think it's shit
this thing about saving the world and having to go back to work two days later.
Perry laughed, and… okay, maybe Ithan liked the sound of it.
But Lidia said, in a serious but calm voice:
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Celestina is still dealing with Ephraim, trying to get his support, but the other
archangels will start to compete for power. If we don't want to return to old habits, we
need a solid plan.
— Yes — Ithan confirmed, letting the word sink in, and for a moment he felt…
the urge to step onto the field, to catch the ball. A flash and it was gone, but… after
years of nothing, he felt it. And wanted. Then Ithan smiled and added: — I am.
***
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“It was Hypaxia on the phone,” Bryce announced, in the sunny, open atrium
of the elegant house that would soon be the new Griffin Antique Shop.
Hunt, who was taking a statue of Thurr out of a box, asked over his
winged shoulder, “What did
she say?”
— If we manage to find a way to stabilize the antidote, we can distribute
it to everyone by the Spring Equinox.
In other words: if we still have energy at that point. She wants more of your
lightning, by the way. This shipment of antidotes has already ended.
Bryce and Hunt had taken the dose. The resulting burst of magic had
been intense to the point that, it seemed, an entire new island had formed
on Avallen… as if it were now tied to her very soul. As if she and Midgard
were, as Jesiba had claimed, linked, Archesian amulet or not.
Good because she could see Cooper whenever she wanted, and steal
him out of town for some real fun. Bad because her parents expected her
and Hunt to go there for dinner every week. Bryce had negotiated the
meeting to once a month, but she knew Ember would put pressure on her to
go at least once every two weeks.
But it all depended on what they would do next… whether the primalux
electrical network would hold the line. If it would fall. If they had to start over,
crouched around fires in the dark. But she — they — would carry on as
always. May the geniuses and scientists find a way to save them that time.
They would never replace Lehabah, but Bryce was happy to see them. For
hearing Syrinx, snoring under the new table, in the little nest of blankets she
had made there. It was as if something finally fell into place. As if she knew
where she was supposed to be.
“So,” muttered Hunt, returning to emptying the boxes Hypaxia had sent
from the House of Flame and Shadow.
Apparently, Jesiba had been waiting for that transfer of
property…had made Ithan pack up most of the artifacts.
Bryce thought Jesiba would like the Godslayer Rifle fixed behind the desk.
Both as a warning to anyone who tried to steal the books and in honor of the
priestess who had kept them for so long. That is, if the fire goblins didn't roast
the would-be thief first.
She didn't know where Irithys had gone, and she still wanted to talk to the
queen, tell her about Lehabah, but from what Sasa had said, it seemed that
the Goblin Queen was traveling the world, intending to free all of her people.
Mainly those who were still being held by masters averse to the new global
ban on slavery.
“So… are you going to say something about the whole down-with-the-
Fae-Monarchy thing?”
—What has to be said? I issued the decree. He finished. It's not my
problem anymore,” Bryce asked.
— Maybe not everyone sees it that way. — That's why,
Athalar... — she began, putting away another book that tried to escape
from her hands. He pulled the copy back and stuck it on the shelf. — That's
why we're going to structure a faerie democracy. A senate, all that shit. That
way the fae can go and complain to them about their problems.
—A senate and all that shit, huh? — Hunt repeated. — It looks very
official.
She turned to the male.
a and the whole thing
- And you? Why can you say goodbye to 33
angels, but I, by chance, can't get rid of the faerie drama?
— It wasn't me who made magical islands sprout from the ocean and
I resurrected an entire territory.
“Well, Avallen is different,” she replied, sniffling.
“You just don't want to give up your summer home,” he teased, crossing
the room to Bryce.
She let him corner her against the bookshelf, loving it.
size, strength and wall of power that was pure Hunt.
— Maybe he doesn't really want to — replied the female, without shying
away. — But until the fae prove to me that they will share Avallen with
everyone, she is mine. — Bryce had considered sending Parthos's books
there, to the Avallen Archives, but she had wanted them nearby. I wanted
them to be accessible to everyone, not locked away on a remote island. —
Or, at least, it's my responsibility — he amended. — Yeah, well, Baxian is
thirsty to get off the island and get back
to
civilization, then you might need to hire a caretaker.
Fury and June had already returned to Crescent Moon City. Apparently
her friends had reached their limits when it came to living medieval style,
but Baxian had stayed.
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She grimaced. The angel had been keeping the fae in line since she
and Hunt left Avallen in his hands, taking good care of any refugees who
arrived there. Danika would have been proud. Bryce had made sure to tell
the Hellhound that… and he had made sure to tell him about seeing his
partner in the afterlife. He had been silent for a long time on the call, making
her realize he was crying, but all he had said to Bryce was "thank you."
She gestured to the gallery that would soon be open to the public.
— How about hiring a sexy assistant?
The warmth, the spark in his eyes did not go unnoticed.
Bryce bit his lip.
— Sexy assistant, huh? And is it okay for you to go from Umbra Mortis to
coffee boy for me?
— If among the benefits is the bonus of having really naughty sex
in the office, that's fine with me,” Hunt grunted and nibbled on her ear.
— Oh, the position certainly comes with the benefit of some pretty
naughty sex in the office — she assured, almost purring.
She felt his hard cock pressing against her hip before he
say, in a low and mischievous voice:
— Goblins… go find another place to stay for a while.
They grumbled, but hurried to the stairs, all blushing a deep pink. Syrinx
followed, barking.
Bryce didn't care where they were going. Not when
Hunt pressed his cock into her core, and she squirmed.
— Get on the table — he said, his voice thick.
Her blood quickened.
— We're already late for the meeting with Ruhn and the others at Aux.
It was the subtle tone of panic and urgency in the voice that made Hunt put
the phone on speaker and say:
— We're both here.
Baxian sighed shakily, and Bryce's arousal vanished, dread chilling his
insides. If something had already happened, an attack on Avallen...
you need to come here because it looks like the kind of thing that might belong
in Super Magical Chic Starry Princess...
Bryce looked at Hunt, admiration washing over her.
“There are flying horses in Avallen,” Hunt muttered, his hands
eyes as wide with joy as hers.
— In Silene's story — Bryce whispered — she told about her mother
having flying horses. And that some came here... and there were
representations of them in the Cave of the Princes and in the castle of Morven.
I thought they killed everyone, but maybe…” She shook her head. - It is
possible?
Had Helena somehow kept everyone alive, dormant, waiting until it was
safe again?
She didn't care. Not at that moment.
“There are flying horses in Avallen,” she repeated to Hunt. —
There are pegasi in Avallen.
— Please come and help — asked Baxian, begging.
— We'll arrive at dawn — assured Bryce and ended the call. She met her
partner's burning gaze. No shadows, no halo, no pain. Never. — Is sex in the
office coming next?
Thanks
Even after so many books, I still wake up every day grateful for the
incredible people I have the honor of meeting and working with. With
this in mind, my love and deep gratitude:
To the magnificent worldwide team at Bloomsbury: Noa Wheeler
(whose editorial genius is unprecedented!), Nigel Newton, Kathleen
Farrar, Adrienne Vaughan, Ian Hudson, Rebecca McNally, Valentina
Rice, Erica Barmash, Angela Craft, Nicola Hill, Amanda Shipp, Marie
Coolman, Lauren Ollerhead, Rebecca McGlynn, Grace McNamee,
Eleanor Willis, Katie Ager, Ben McCluskey, Holly Minter, Sam Payne,
Donna Mark, David Mann, John Candell, Donna Gauthier, Laura
Phillips, Jaclyn Sassa, Britt Hopkins, Claire Henry , Michael Young,
Nicholas Church, Brigid Nelson, Sarah McLean, Sarah Knight, Joe
Roche, Fabia Ma, Sally Wilks, Inês Figueira, Jack Birch, Fliss
Stevens, Claire Barker, Cristina Cappelluto, Genevieve Nelsson,
Adam Kirkman, Jennifer Gonzalez, Laura Pennock, Elizabeth Tzetzo,
Valerie Esposito and Meenakshi Singh. To Kaitlin
Severini, for preparing the manuscript, and Andrea Modica and
Hannah Bowe for reviewing. To Elizabeth Evans for the fantastic
audio adaptations, and to Carlos Quevedo for the stunning cover art.
RUHN IS LYDIA
The modern art gallery on Rua do Arqueiro was empty, except for the arrogant
draki receptionist who had opened the glass doors for them. Bryce had
recommended the place, and as Ruhn and Lidia looked through the many
paintings of bug-eyed cats and statues of rotting banana peels, he couldn't
help but wonder if his sister had used this opportunity to mess with him.
She shook her head, her long golden hair flowing with the
movement. She no longer wore the bun. He had spent hours with his
hands in the silky strands of her hair, learning what made her
voluptuous body literally burn with desire.
— I was educated to appreciate only classical and imperial art,
as would be appropriate for a female of my bloodline.
He shuddered. He thought his own childhood had been oppressive,
but at least his father, as much of a piece of shit as he was, hadn't
cut Ruhn's interests short.
— So no teenage years with a room full of band posters?
He couldn't get enough of her. Even after the last few weeks of
living together, working together almost every day at Aux... I couldn't
stop wanting her, needing her. But it wasn't just his body. It was Lidia
herself — so insightful, with her dry humor, so courageous, selfless
and empathetic.
It didn't matter how much Flynn and Dec teased him. He was
shamelessly, relentlessly in love with this female. Your partner.
— I never had the chance — said Lidia while analyzing the next
cat painting — to express myself through art. Not even the decoration.
Her golden eyes warmed, Lidia seemed to know what he was thinking. But
she said:
— I had some rooms on my father's property. It never crossed my mind,
not even when I was a child, to make the space mine in any way. The rooms
belonged to my father. They had to look the way he wanted, just as I also had
to look the way he wanted.
The heat in his eyes cooled and Ruhn approached, placing the
arm around her waist.
— And when you made Ophion crush him, he finally became the way you
wanted.
She choked.
— It's not funny at all.
Ruhn pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling her tempting scent.
- You laughed. Admit it: that sound was laughter.
She pushed him with her hips.
— You are a terrible influence.
— That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me.
Lidia walked away, and for a moment Ruhn allowed himself to admire her.
Your partner. Your brave, lovely, brilliant partner.
Somehow, they had managed it. Somehow, they were in this strange
gallery, buying art for their apartment. They were there, doing something
mundane together, and the asteri were dead. Pollux was dead. Mordoc was
dead.
His father was dead.
And Ruhn was no longer Crown Prince Ruhn, just Ruhn Danaan. Well, in
theory, he was now Commander Danaan of the Crescent City Aux, but he
only liked to use that card when the Aux foot soldiers were very responsive.
It was strange that life was normal and at the same time... not. How long
would this gallery last? Or the streetlights outside?
What about cars stuck in traffic? Or the cell phone ringing in your pocket...
Ruhn looked away from Lidia, realizing that he had been getting lost in
her eyes, and picked up his cell phone.
It was Flynn, who, in theory, was on duty at that moment. Ruhn's
instructions were for the asshole not to bother him in
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— As long as we can have sex for at least two hours straight, I'm
good.
It was Ruhn's turn to laugh, and as he led them toward the glass
door, leaving the horrible cat art behind, he knew that it didn't matter
what he did during the night as long as Lidia was by his side.
***
The traffic was so bad that they decided to walk to Cinco Rosas instead
of spending an hour in a taxi.
— I'm shocked at these people using their cars now — Lidia
murmured as they passed yet another crowded avenue. — Waste of
primalux.
— They must be the Primalux Zero deniers.
There was a growing group of people who refused to believe that
primalux would end at some point.
They believed it was all just a huge government conspiracy led by a
cabal of nefarious people, including Ruhn and Lidia, to switch to a
different energy source that they had a commercial stake in and could
profit from.
Traffic slowed down a bit in CiRo, mostly because the Fae had
instituted so many zoning laws and regulations against low-cost
restaurants, bars, and hotels that there wasn't much to attract tourists
and unwanted people to their prosperous paradise of mansions and
private homes after the sunset. A problem Ruhn promised himself he
would solve later; once they discovered the best way to prevent the
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technology was lost and they had to go back to reading by candlelight and
cooking by fireplaces.
Lidia slipped her slender hand into his as they reached a quiet block
surrounded by houses, the olive trees whispering in the cool autumn night.
Before he could grab her to explore her mouth better, Lidia pulled away,
running her fingers over the shaved side of his head.
— Before you distracted me with all this. — She ran her fingers over the
tattoos that ran up his neck.
Ruhn smiled. He had gotten some tattoos again—mostly new designs, but
he had also asked for some of the old ones to be recreated. The skin on one
of his hands was still a lighter shade compared to the other — a subtle
reminder of everything he had been through in the Asteri dungeons.
Lidia's hand stopped on the side of his neck. There was so much love, so
much joy and hope in her eyes that he could barely breathe. She smiled again,
as if she could feel it too. He looked at their joined hands.
He felt the ground disappear beneath his feet. The stars seemed to shine
more brightly, closer. Were his knees shaking?
She laughed again, and he took in the sound as he kissed her hard.
more intensity, for longer.
She wanted to marry him. She loved him enough to make their situation
permanent, to be more than partners. So that... they could become a family.
His eyes were full of tears. He had never realized how much he wanted a
family. Yes, Bryce was his sister and he had his mother, but somehow it
wasn't the same as what he and Lidia were about to start. It didn't matter if
they had children or if her children were enough; he and Lidia would be family.
She stepped back, analyzing his face, noticing the tears that were forming.
He gave one of them a kiss.
— I love you, you know?
Ruhn cupped her face gently with his hands.
- Are you sure? Do you want a marriage with everything it deserves?
- Whatever you want. I do not care. I mean... not that I don't care,
but I'll accept anything, as long as we get married on paper and
everything.
She smiled and held his hand again, leading him back.
to one of the paths.
“Good thing,” she said after a minute, as the sweet scent of
nighttime jasmine greeted them and the bioluminescent garden glowed
just a few steps away.
- Why? — They crossed the silent street, the smooth cobblestones
stained green and blue by the light of the bright plants and flowers.
It was the most romantic, insane thing Ruhn had ever done—and he
hadn't even planned it.
It was all Lidia's work: Flynn and Dec lured him there on her
instructions, with the vague information that they had a “problem”.
Without wanting to spend any extra primalux, Lidia chose the night
garden as a natural source of lighting. She asked Bryce and Athalar,
who had pretended to be summoned by the Ocean Queen, to stay
there all afternoon and evening, setting the long table under a huge
lunar magnolia tree. Ithan, Tharion and Isaiah smiled at him. Along
with Hypaxia and Brann and Actaeon, and...
It was at that moment that Ruhn began to cry. I hadn't noticed who
else was sitting there; All he knew was that everyone was there to
celebrate him — and Lidia.
Ruhn and Lidia's wedding was officiated by a black-robed High
Priestess of Cthona beneath the lunar magnolia, the large flowers
shining as brightly as the celestial orb after which they were named.
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He didn't need time to think, or prepare, or question. Nothing ever felt more
right. It didn't matter that they were both dressed casually, or that Ruhn hadn't
showered since the day before.
All that mattered was that Lidia was there with him under the lunar magnolia,
holding his hand, Ruhn slipping the titanium ring—which she had provided herself,
of course—on her finger.
***
"So that whole joke you came up with about going to the Deep Freighter," Ruhn
said to Bryce later, as they sat at one end of the long table, drinking sparkling
wine courtesy of the Autumn King's dwindling supply, and had boasted. the sister
— was it just to cover everything up?
Bryce, wearing a tight red dress that Ruhn had caught Athalar drooling over
at least twice, took a sip of the bubbly in her glass.
— Ah, we went to the Freighter of the Deep. — She pointed her thumb over
her shoulder, to where Lidia was with Brann and Ace, a few seats away. — We
went to look for them both. I think I could start a new company: Magical Starry
Princess Grumpy Teen Transportation Services.
Ruhn laughed.
— Where are Renki and Davit?
Bryce smiled.
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— Lidia also invited the two of them, but they thought this would be a
good time for the boys to travel alone. Let's take them both back tomorrow
morning.
Ruhn watched his partner, his wife, talking to the
children. The discreet, exultant happiness that radiated from her.
Whether she had introduced her children to Hypaxia—their aunt —,
Ruhn had not seen it. The new Master of the House of Flame and Shadow
had already left, no doubt to deal with yet another crisis in the House or in
the city.
“The boys are staying with us,” Bryce added, “so they don't have to listen
to you and Lidia being naughty all night.
— I'm happy for us too. — Brann said something that made Lidia
let out a laugh. Even Ace gave a small smile.
Ruhn looked at his sister, her eyes glowing silver.
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Ruhn found himself going from friend to friend over the next hour, losing sight of his wife for
a good while. When he finally got tired of being away from her, he found Lidia talking quietly
to Naomi Boreas.
— Are you talking about work? — asked Ruhn, sliding an arm around Lidia's shoulders.
— At our wedding?
Serious?
Naomi rolled her eyes.
— And what should we talk about? Our hair and nails?
Ruhn didn't dare answer the question, so he just smiled his most charming smile.
Naomi gave Lidia a wink before leaving. They had become good friends over the last few
weeks, and Ruhn was happy about that. She knew that Bryce was trying to get the two of
them — and Hypaxia — to join her, Fury and Juniper in some kind of group for Badass
Females, but the difficulty of fitting in their schedules and the need to solve constant
problems was getting in the way. But may the gods help everyone else when they finally
put them into practice.
Ruhn pulled Lidia a few feet deeper into the garden, the night crocuses glowing like a
deep amethyst at her feet.
— Lidia, I don’t even have words to express what happened that night. What is being.
What it meant to me.
Her discreet smile was incredibly beautiful.
— I was so afraid you'd say no.
— Deny me to marry you? Really?
She shrugged.
— I was hoping you'd say yes, but you have so many tattoos and that lip ring, and...
He laughed.
- Your sister. She told me that if I asked you to marry me, you would
cry like a little child and say yes. Lidia tilted her head. —And that's what
you did.
Ruhn glanced over her shoulder at Bryce, now sitting on Athalar's lap
and chatting excitedly with Fury and June.
— She knows me well, huh?
When he looked at Lidia, she was smiling again.
- This is music?
As if on cue, a trio of musicians appeared near the end of the table.
Real musicians, to avoid using the primalux of your speakers or your cell
phones. And when they started playing a slow, soft song...
“I'm very grateful,” Ruhn said, seeing her and only her. — I am
very grateful that Cormac gave me that crystal-com.
“Well, he blackmailed you until you accepted,” she replied.
dryly.
- True. — But Ruhn still offered a prayer of thanks to the late prince of
Avallen, wherever his soul now resided. With luck, he would finally be
reunited with Sofie Renast.
— I'm grateful too — Lidia added in a low voice. — For everything, the
good things and the bad. Because they brought me to you.
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The future was still so uncertain — he knew there were still many
difficult times to come. But there, at that moment, with Lidia in his
arms, surrounded by friends...
At that moment, for the first time in my life, everything was perfect.
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Yes, Margaret, the War in Israel is Fake
they all were
by Miles Mathis
Well, we knew they were going to start another war, and the timing of this one is perfect. Just as
Congress stops funding Ukraine, Hamas conveniently flies into Jerusalem on motorized kites. . .
because, you know, why not? The Gentiles will believe anything. They could have reported that
Hamas rode in on tricycles and no one would have questioned it. Or if anyone did question it, Google
would block them. That's what will happen to this paper. In the first minutes it will go to number one
and then it will be magically delisted, just like all my other papers.
[Added October 9: If you think I am delusional, I can prove it. Google did exactly that, and we know
they censored it because the other search engines didn't.
I am listed #9 on page one at Bing for the general search Israel War Fake, with no quotes and no
mention of me. I picked that search because it is a general search many would use and it is not a direct
quote from my title. So it is not skewed to my paper. And if we check page two we find I am
outranking MSN at #12. So I am beating MSN at Bing! Also outranking NBC, Yahoo News, AP,
CNN, Wikipedia, and the BBC. I am ranked #16 at Duck and #19 at Yahoo. At Yandex this paper
ranks #1.
[October 10: Bing was so embarrassed by my outranking of MSN, they immediately removed my
listing. Which is censorship. Which is of course illegal. These major search engines are not allowed
to simply remove results they don't like. We know my paper didn't fall off the charts overnight, since it
retained its rankings at Yahoo, Duck, and Yandex. For more proof of my high rankings and internet
censorship, you may visit this paper.]
[October 12: Bing has reinstated my listing at #14, perhaps in response to this. We will see how it
goes from here.]
Because, you know, you can't fake a smoke plume by burning a pile of wood or something. Or with
CGI. Mossad doesn't have that tech.
Yeah, that looks totally real. Totally not pasted together. And what horrible damage from a missile! It
destroyed two entire windows! I like the guy sitting there in the other window, hoping he can catch the
next one in his teeth.
Then we are shown video of some guys in a truck firing weapons. Yeah, so. Are the rounds live or
blanks? We don't know, but since this is Israel, Hollywood east, I assume this is the usual Jewish
theater.
But we knew this was theater without even studying the pictures, since we already know Hamas is
fake. Just like the PLO and all the other Arab organizations, it is a front for the Israeli army and was
created by Mossad just for times like this. As I say, Jews in turbans.
For more proof of that, I send you back to my 2021 article by my writer-on-the-ground in Tel Aviv,
Josh, who quotes mainstream Jewish sources admitting Hamas was created and funded by the Israeli
Defense. He reminds us of the alleged founder of Hamas, Sheik Yassin:
You have to laugh. A dead ringer for Jewish actor Christopher Lee. And remember what Gore Vidal
taught us: Lee=Levi.
Still don't believe me? Well try this: an article just out at the New York Post, admitting that Hamas is
represented by New York attorney Stanley Cohen. My readers will get a big kick out of that name, and
not just for the Cohen.
UPDATE, Next day: More information continues to arrive, confirming this was all staged. That
running girl in the last image was allegedly at a big peace party being held out in the desert—
conveniently right on the Gaza border—and the parasailers were attacking this peace concert. Another
prominent photo allegedly shows a girl dead in the back seat of a car, killed by a strawberry jam
grenade, by the looks of it.
Because that makes sense, right? If you were Hamas, itching for revenge against Israel, you would
target a bunch of kids at a peace party, and kill all their model girls:
That's another model girl allegedly killed. Here is what we are being told. See if you find it believable
at all.
Hamas raped her, broke her limbs, killed her, they paraded around her naked dead body as they
spat on her corpse and yelled "Allahu Akbar".
Yeah, I bet. That's the video from the back of the pickup truck. Except that we are already getting
confirmation this was all staged and that she was just an actress flown in for this part. To start with, we
find she has an extensive previous photo and video presence online, indicating she is an actress. She
has a bunch of spooky tattoos, including snakes, indicating she is bad news. I suspect her name given
in the press Shani Louk/Luk isn't her real name. It means “Red Comrade”, so figure it out yourself.
Within 24 hours the internet was littered with poorly written stories about her, like this. These stories
appear to have been prewritten by agents who don't know how to write, using AI for help. In these
stories, she is anywhere from 22 to 30. Her mother Ricarda Louk is quoted saying she was 22, while
her cousin Tom Weintraub is quoted saying she was 30. Weintraub is identified as both male and
female, as Tom and Tomasina.
And another problem. I have just looked at dozens of photos and videos of Shani Louk posted online,
and I don't see a match to the death photo. We are told friends and family identified her by the leg
tattoos, but Louk's leg tattoos go all the way around her leg, and are dark and obvious.
In the video, the tats looked CGI'ed in later, and they are blurry, light, and don't go all the way around
the leg. If you have the stomach to look more closely, you see why this is: that thing in the film isn't a
person, it is a dummy made to look like Louk with dreads. All the limbs are bent backwards like they
are rubber—which they are. As usual, we can't see her face, so there is no way to truly identify her.
To answer that, we are told all her limbs were broken by these guys, but that isn't how broken limbs
look. That is how rubber dummy limbs look. If these guys had completely broken her knee joints, you
would see bones poking out and bruises and blood. All you see is pristine rubber knees. If you don't
believe me, ask your surgeon if that looks real.
Plus, remember this recent paper, where I showed you how realistic these female mannequins/sex dolls
have become. In a blurry video like this, you literally could not tell the difference.
Here's another problem no one is mentioning. This video had to have been shot by Hamas, but there is
no way those guys are going to appear by face in video and then allow it to be posted online
worldwide. If any of this were real, it would just be asking Mossad to find you, torture you, and kill
your whole family, including all pets. So all these guys are also actors. This whole thing was staged.
Israel has now released the names of 42 of these young female models/actresses that are supposedly
missing:
Not surprisingly, several of them are Kohens. Even stranger, the site posting them, voiceofeurope.com,
has since scrubbed 9 of them, including the Kohens, taking us down to. . . 33. If that is because they
were already found safe, it means 1/6th were found safe in the first few hours, meaning they weren't too
careful compiling this list. What are the odds the others will be found safe in the next few hours, or be
found working for Mossad or Hollywood?
Olga Pilnik has since been removed as well. Possibly because we can translate her Hebrew name as
Shani Amin, which means “red shining one”. That is more indication Shani Louk's name is an alias as
well. These are stage names, not real names.
You do realize this makes absolutely no sense, right? A dozen bozos hang-glided over the border into
a kibbutz peace party and kidnapped 42 of the most beautiful women in Israel? So how did Hamas get
those girls out of there and back across the border? The border was tight on the way in, requiring they
come in silently by air, but then they could noisily drive their pickups full of dead girls back over the
border? Where did the pickups come from? Did they bring those in on kites, too? Anyone buying this
story is braindead.
Despite the obviousness of this fake, everyone on both sides in the US and worldwide is selling it as
real, including Trump, David Icke, RFK, Lara Logan, AOC, Alex Jones, and all the rest. No prominent
person is questioning it. None of them can spot moulage or a rubber girl. Perhaps most surprisingly,
the Dems are actually taking the side of Hamas. Why on earth would they do that? Because it is part
of the purposeful tanking of the Democratic Party, something I have been telling you about for years
now. The Dems are purposely doing everything wrong now, and this is just one more example.
Addendum October 10: reports from the mainstream press in France (LCI) are already confirming my
reading here:
That is yesterday, and it is saying “ 48 hours ago nobody knew the location of the Peace Party, it
seems that it is the Israeli army which organized the operation, it is staggering.” Anne Nivat, the
reporter, admits that the party was only organized the day before, so how did Hamas make these
complicated plans to attack it using parasails and so on?
She doesn't seem to be aware that the deaths were staged/faked, but she does seem to be realizing the
event was an inside job or a false flag. In the same report, we see this photo of cars attacked:
What's wrong there? Anyone? Why are all the cars white? It is the same problem we saw recently in
Hawaii, where everything went to white. The CGI program apparently goofed here, forgetting to apply
color to any of the fake cars it pasted in.
After three days of selling this as real and even amplifying it, a few places like Infowars are finally
reporting today on fake coverage. There we find Clarissa Ward at CNN getting caught faking
incoming missiles on the ground in Israel. They then remind this has happened many times before,
going back to the First Gulf War. Yes, but Infowars knew that three days ago: why didn't they question
any of this stuff to start with? Why are they still selling the main lines of the “war” in many other
stories? Same for Zerohedge, Breitbart, Gateway Pundit, NaturalNews, and all the alternative sites of
that sort. They know—and have reported themselves—that the mainstream has been caught hundreds
of times making up stories about babies killed, civilians decapitated, all the usual worst atrocities. But
then they all reported that in the last three days without questioning any of it. Just today there were
stories about Hamas decapitating babies, and these alternative sites printed it with no question, in
lockstep with the mainstream.
Breitbart is turning out to be the worst of those in this regard, and is again shooting itself in the foot. It
will lose many readers, since it assuming everyone on the right is a big supporter of Israel—something
that is simply not true. But readers there are seeing just how slanted their coverage is, proving who is
really running things over there: the Phoenician Navy, of course.
Same with Trump, who has previously commented on fake news. He is famous for promoting the idea.
But here he has been among the worst repeating this fake news and the fear and division that
accompanies it. Today he was giving speeches warning about WWIII, nukes, and “obliteration”. All
for political hay, so that the Pentagon can send aircraft carriers to fight guys on kites and request
billions more for “defense”, and so that he himself can claim none of this would have happened on his
watch. In other words, more of the worst kind of wag-the-dog propaganda and gaslighting. Really
putrid made-for-TV-and-internet theater.
But it continues to unwind on them, and we see proof of that straight from this paper of mine. The fact
it went superviral immediately, even above anything at the highly promoted Infowars, proves that
millions of people were searching on “Israel War Fake.” So many, as it turns out, the Pentagon and
Langley were forced into panic mode, being ordered to immediately manufacture a lot of fake news
items with those search terms, to misdirect and water down on that question. They desperately needed
to push my listing down. Finding that impossible on such short notice, Bing was forced to simply
delete it.
At many of those manufactured pages, they try to convince us that yes, false stories do get shared
online, photos get mixed up, mistakes are made, but that is mainly the fault of social media, and bad
actors probably sent in from Russia or China. It doesn't mean you should question this event as a
whole, or the news as a whole.
In other planted stories around the “fake” search, the mainstream sites are claiming that anyone that
disbelieves the mainstream stories is themselves spreading fake information or “hate”. Standing the
truth on its head, as usual. They want you to believe that those who refuse the propaganda are
propagandists. Those who refuse the hate are haters. Those who refuse the lies are liars. They even
want to seem to bluff you into believing it is illegal to question the news. If everyone assures you there
is a real war going on and you refuse to believe it, you are a criminal or terrorist. It isn't true. There
are no laws of that sort. You don't have to believe what the government reports, no matter how loudly
they report it.
Even some of my best readers can't seem to get the message here, even after all we have been through.
They are saying, yes, Miles, you have proved some fakery here, and others are showing other instances,
but that is no reason to jump to conclusions. That is no reason to write off the entire war as a fake.
Really? So exactly how many cases of fraud would I have to show you before this was not “jumping to
a conclusion”? What percentage of all events in history would I have to out as fakes before you got the
message that these people are inveterate fakers and pathological liars? Because the percentage is
getting up there. I have covered literally thousands of the top events and people in history, showing
you precisely none of them were what we have been sold. We have been sold a line of a million lies,
and yet when I tell you the next thing they say is a lie, you claim I am jumping to a conclusion? Where
is the jump? There is no jump, I am just arriving naturally and rationally at the logical conclusion,
after decades of research: it is a vast and audacious fraud, run on us all for profit and control. There is
no longer any least doubt of it, so there is no jump. The only jump would be coming to any other
conclusion, given what we have discovered.
Get this through your head once and for all, as a general rule of logic: once you have proven a person
or group is a liar, the default assumption is that everything important he says is a lie. All trust should
be gone. If, in an extended event, you discover sub-events are purposely falsified, the default
assumption is that all events are false. In other words, if we find—and we have found—that many
events in this Israel War are manufactured, staged, or purposely falsified, the logical assumption is that
the whole thing is fake. There is no reason to fake parts of a real event, since a real event has plenty of
real things to report on. Plus, we are not judging this event in isolation. We are not judging it only
upon its owns merits. It is one in a long line of similar events, put on by the same people. We have
already caught them lying about everything else in history, so of course they are lying about this, too.
Do you see how that works?
It isn't just my research, it is Lestrade's voluminous research on the Pacific Theater. It is Orwell,
promoted by the mainstream, who warned us of exactly this: staged wars in far off lands, faked by the
media. If you have read 1984, you know they didn't just have constant war to create hate and drive the
economy, they had constant fake war, manufactured by writers, with nothing real going on on the
ground. It is Hollywood, which has admitted this is what is going on in films like Wag the Dog.
Robert DeNiro told you to your face. They also admit it in films like The Truman Show and The
Matrix: the whole thing is a fake. Even George Bush admitted it, saying “if they knew what we were
doing they would hang us all from the nearest lamp post”. What was it they were doing? What did he
mean? He meant this. He meant that if we found out the Phoenicians were faking everything, and
always had, we would rise up, burn them all down to ash, and then launch the ash in a rocket to the
Sun, where it could never be reconstituted again.
Addendum October 12: You want more? I will keep giving you more. Readers are continuing to
send in fake photos from this fake war. They have more patience with this than I do. Here are two
more.
There are programs you can use to tell if a photo is real or not, so my reader fed that photo into it. It
read 4% real, 96% AI. Metadata on the photo indicates it was not taken with a camera, rather all done
in photoshop then compressed and downsized to hide the seams. That's pretty obvious at a glance, or
should be. Why? Well, remember what I have taught you: look at the photo as a background,
middleground, and foreground. In a real photo, that will be harder to do, since it will all blend in
together naturally, as it should. But in fake photos like this one, it is very easy to divide it into those
three parts. Often a middleground is filled with smoke, but we don't see that here. We see a confusing
middleground that seems to consist of a tank, one guy, and some trash in a land of dirt. The guy is way
too big, since he would match the size of the Jeep in the foreground. You could stand him beside that
Jeep and he would almost be large enough. But there is a little problem called perspective. He is
much further away than the Jeep, so he should look much smaller. These bozos who piece these photos
together always bungle perspective, which is why it is so easy for artists like me to catch them at it.
Same problem with the tanks in the background, which are the same size as the tank in the middle
ground. But since they are much further away, they should be much smaller than that. So I don't need
a computer program to tell me this is fake. I can tell just from its lack of perspective.
Next we have that one, supposed to be two Israeli soldiers protecting a cameraman. You have to laugh.
Looks like something completely different, don't it? But they forgot to protect the other cameraman.
What other cameraman? The one taking the picture. Also notice these guys appear to be from
different units, since their uniforms don't match. Different shoulder patches and helmets. But the
strangest thing is that we are supposed to believe soldiers protect the press, two soldiers assigned to
each cameraman as human shields. Again, you have to laugh. That isn't what we have seen in the past,
is it, especially from the Israeli Army, which hates real media people, who just get in the way and see
things they weren't supposed to see. They may take an unauthorized photo. The press is generally kept
out of all war zones now, and those allowed in are agents themselves, and are therefore left to fend for
themselves—if any real fending is required, which it isn't. Plus, if they are in such a dangerous zone,
why isn't the cameraman wearing a helmet to start with? We just saw this photo heading Lestrade's
new article, remember:
She has the press vest on and a helmet, but the guy above doesn't. Another continuity error. So many
questions, so few answers.
Three of the four guys are in sandals, and the fourth may be as well. So everyone over there wears
open-toed shoes to walk through war zones? Reminds us of Hawaii, where we saw the same thing.
You may want to ask yourself what miraculous path those guys took through that rubble behind them,
to get through without cutting up their toes or ankles. But obviously they didn't, since this is more
CGI. The computer doesn't understand things like shoes or walking.
After Lestrade's paper on Israel came out yesterday, I decided to dig a bit more on Nicole Zedeck,
bikini reporter for i24News.
Her father is listed at Instantcheckmate as David Zedeck of Florida and Newport Beach, CA. Is that
the same David Zedeck who is head of Global Music at United Talent Agency, one of the biggest in
Hollywood? Seems like more than a coincidence, since I am proving the Israel War is just a
Hollywood production, and the main scene in Act 1 has been at a music festival. Both David Zedecks
are 58. But Newport Beach is far to the south of Beverly Hills, where the music guy is listed. It is in
Orange County, which indicates our David Zedeck moved there with his daughter when she went to
college. Although not from there, she went to Chapman, graduating in 2021. So what does this tell us?
Well, it appears that despite having the same names and ages, they are not the same guy, since the
music producer's daughter is named Missy and works for AEG. She is dark-haired. Our David Zedeck
is listed as an attorney in Austin. He is also a company owner in Steamboat Springs. He has owned 11
companies, and is currently listed as the owner of Eretz Management, which sells properties in Israel. I
guess you see how that ties in here?
Before we move on, let's take a quick look at that Chapman University. Although often sold as a
Christian University, that is just a front. They admit it has had military connections since at least 1958,
and a big film school opened in 1996, when the spooks took over the university in toto. It now has
strong links to Hollywood and through them to the Pentagon and Langley. A few years later the
Rodgers Center for Holocaust Education was opened as well, telling you who took it over. Explaining
why Chapman was involved in this latest hoax. That was funded by Barry Rodgers of BFM
Aerospace, formerly Lear Siegler, the big defense contractor. Otherwise he is a ghost, with no
presence on the internet. Also interesting concerning Chapman is what I was told by other reader, who
informed me he had been at a big conference there in the early 1990s on psychedelics, led by the usual
cadre of spooks including Ram Dass, Tim Leary, and Dennis McKenna. So, just what I expected going
in.
But are the two David Zedecks related? It would explain the promotion of Nicole, wouldn't it? And it
would explain why she went to Los Angeles for school. As we dig on that, we find Nicole's
grandfather Murray Zedeck, and we can definitely link him through his locations to the Murray
Zedeck, retired COB of TransCapital Bank. Since bought out by Power Financial. So that's a palpable
hit. Nicole's aunt Gina is married to Shane Stansbury, who just happens to be a senior lecturer in law at
Duke University, previously a federal prosecutor. He is a distinguished fellow at their Center for Law,
Ethics, and National Security. So we are really getting somewhere now. I guess you see how that ties
in here? In his profile we find that among many others, he prosecuted
Minh Quang Pham, a former associate of Anwar al-Awlaki and key operative for al Qaeda in the Arabian
Peninsula, for terrorism offenses;
Oho, you mean the Anwar al-Awlaki I have proved was a big fake? [See p. 3, there] Remember this,
from that paper:
Al-Awlaki (real name Nasser) graduated from Colorado State University, which he illegally
attended on a foreign student's visa, claiming to have been born in Yemen. While still at CSU, he
(allegedly) went to Afghanistan to train with the mujahideen, where he was allegedly radicalized.
Seems like he would have needed to have been radicalized before he went, but we aren't told how
this rich boy was radicalized in Colorado. Despite being a radical, he then went to George
Washington University to work on his PhD in education. As radicals and imams do.
The usual BS we are sold by the Intel communities. This indicates Nicole's uncle Stansbury is a spook
working fake court cases, like many others we have blown the cover of.
Note the Arlington, VA, there, along with all the other locations.
But let's return to the Zedecks. The Hollywood David Zedeck's parents are listed as still alive in Islip, Jack and
Lorraine. . . Finally, I found a link. These Zedecks of Central Long Island (Islip, Babylon), related to the David
Zedeck of Beverly Hills, also have links to Parkland, FL. See for example Maurice Zedeck, 88. Well, Nicole
also has links to Parkland through her Zedecks, see her cousins Jordan and Benjamin. That's because her
(great?)uncle Leonard is from there, as well as Jupiter. We are told Leonard worked with Murray Zedeck the big
banker in a large real estate company in that area (or actually many of them). So we now have the two Zedecks
with family in the same town, strongly indicating they are related. Murray's father is given as Benjamin in one
of his bios, and we find a Benjamin Zedek, later Zedeck, in Albany, and his Geni page is managed by Murray.
Our Zedecks are also from Albany, with some of them having the locations of Ballston Lake and Clifton Park.
Benjamin is not listed with a son Murray, but that is because Murray is still alive. They don't list living relatives.
At any rate, these Zedeks of New York are not just Jewish, they are HaKohens. Of the high priestly class. So
that fits in here like buttered fingers in a glove. It also allows us to link Nicole's Zedecks back to New York, as
well as to give us a second town match with Albany. So we now have a probable match based on locations that
Nicole is related to the big talent agency/music festival guy in Hollywood. That would start to explain why they
used a music festival in this current fake event. Otherwise it is inexplicable. Now we just need to link to a
paragliding company, to explain that.
Speaking of which, one of my French readers just sent me this link, about EU Ambassador Sven Kuhn von
Burgsdorff, who paraglided in July in Gaza to “show the way” to the Palestinians. Remember, Kuhn=Kohen, so
we have the usual telegraphing of an event.
And in other news, it is being reported that the Red Cross is AWOL, refusing to check on the “hostages” in
Gaza. That just confirms again this is all a fraud, though nobody but me is reading it in the logical way. How
can the Red Cross check on hostages that don't exist? You would think the CIA would be able to bring the Red
Cross under the hoax umbrella, but I guess they forgot to write them into the script.
President of Israel Isaac Herzog is quoted today as saying all Palestinians are now war targets, “all responsible”,
but that somehow that is not against international laws of warfare. Israel is ordering the evacuation of huge areas
and cutting off their water and electricity and food supplies. UN High Commissioner Volker Turk has admitted
all that is strictly illegal, since a country cannot target civilian populations in that manner. All this has been
illegal since the time of the US Civil War and before, which is just one reason our treatment of the Natives was
seen as so heinous. So even if you believe the mainstream story of the “war” so far, you should be shocked at
Israel's response. They appear to be using it as an excuse for genocide.
And these people can't figure out why they aren't liked. The Jews seem to be trying to use this manufactured
conflict to generate sympathy for themselves, but as usual they are shooting themselves in the foot high caliber.
We are finding out the left in the US was already sympathetic to Palestine, and though places like Breitbart and
Gateway Pundit want you to believe Israel has strong support from the right, that isn't true, either. It has the
support of Republican political leaders and the military, but almost no support from voters on the right. The
only conservatives in the US who support Israel are conservative Jews and some fundamentalist Christian sects
who are philoSemitic. The rest of us are sick to death of the whole subject. We wish these people would
colonize the Moon and leave us be of their fake projects and conjobs.
So the timing and form of this latest fraud is the worst possible for them. It not only puts eyes on them,
generating more revolutionary fervor at the grassroots, it hurts the Republican party and these conservative
voices like Breitbart, Gateway Pundit, and all the rest. People are ditching those sites in droves, due to this
alone. And it undercuts support for Trump and any other conservative candidates talking about supporting the
new war in Israel. I have news for you: the American people don't support ANY new war. They are sick to
death of the Old World Order of constant fake wars, draining the treasuries and stealing taxes, and they do not
support a New World Order that does the same. They can see that as bad as the Old World was, the New World
is even worse.
The only good news, if you could call it that, is that Infowars has seen the writing on the wall here and is already
pulling back quickly from its early support of this narrative. Today it is leading with stories on the ADL using
this event to crack down on free speech, and the Isaac Herzog story—admitting that Israel's over-reaction is
shocking and even suspicious. Except that, in another lead story, they are still selling the Peace Party massacre
as real and selling newer fake films of Hamas taking hostages and setting houses on fire. So they have a long
way to go. This is to be expected, since Infowars' main job is to keep fear levels high. The manner isn't so
important, and they can even appear to be revolutionary as long as the message is fear and division. And if their
message is contradictory and garbled, both pro-Israel and con, so much the better: it keeps your mind properly
stirred, so you can't figure out anything and therefore cannot act.