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August 28 - September 3, 2025
In the shadow of a fallen kingdom, in the eye of the storm A daughter of darkness will wield a blade in one hand And rule death with the other When the skies are blackened, in the end of days The Veil will fall. The tide will turn when her blade is drawn. A dawn of fire and blood.
‘You were given an order, Alchemist,’ sounded a deep, commanding voice. Thea would have known that voice anywhere. It had pulled her back from the brink of death, had whispered her name against her lips, had broken her heart in more ways than one…
‘Death comes for us all, Princess. One way or another.
‘Then stop looking at me like that,’ she snapped. ‘Like what?’ ‘Like you’ve seen me naked.’
Furies save him. This. This was why he hadn’t slept in weeks. This was what he had imagined day after day since they’d parted.
‘In case I haven’t mentioned it recently… Your brother’s a complete arse, by the way.’ Malik looked delighted.
Let them see, Wilder thought irrationally. Let them see that she belongs with me.
How had he never felt power like this before? Magic rippled from each of the stars as one by one, his apprentice, a lost princess of Delmira, the woman he loved, plucked them from the wall, freeing him.
‘You have no idea how much I want you. How I burn for you. You lit an inferno within me and it won’t stop. I can’t stop —’
‘I have many regrets in this life,’ he murmured against her skin, kissing a path down to her navel. ‘But not tasting you that night in the woods is one of the biggest. I need to rectify that now. Let me show you how much I don’t want you, Thea.’
‘I knew you’d be my ruin,’ Wilder muttered
‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There’s no coming back from you, no end to this wanting…’
Althea Zoltaire had destroyed him. And it was the greatest privilege of his life.
‘I’m a fucking Warsword, Princess. I can stop whatever I damn well please.’
He was fucked. Well and truly fucked. Because the way he burned for her… No vows, no notion of duty – nothing – could stop it.
‘Glory in death, immortality in legend,’
Wilder Hawthorne had never begged for anything in his life, but for her… For her he would beg.
‘Because I fucking love you,’ he said.
‘When I was younger I didn’t know what it was to look at a woman and want to fall to my knees,’ he told her. ‘When I was younger I didn’t know a woman could make me feel powerful and powerless in the same breath. When I was younger, I didn’t know a woman could bring me back from the darkness.’
Thea exhaled shakily. ‘A woman can do all of that?’ ‘Not any woman. There is only one. There has only ever been one.’