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January 29 - January 31, 2024
“When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be,”
Bryce had twisted their rules against them at the Autumn Equinox to marry Hunt, but according to those same rules, she now technically belonged to him.
Might have felt something like a crown settle upon her head. Guiding her into the dark.
She could have sworn silver fire danced in Nesta’s eyes.
The Dread Trove, we called it in secret. The Mask, the Harp, the Crown, and the Horn.
The same thing Sofie Renast’s lightning was hunted for: to resurrect the dead.”
“To make these fuckers pay for what they’ve done.”
“I’m Bryce Danaan, Queen of the Valbaran Fae.”
“You’re my home, Hunt. Our love spans across stars and worlds, remember?” She smiled slightly. “I’ll always find you.”
“Because I’m yours, Day. I’m fucking yours.”
Ruhn said into his mind, into all their minds, I lied about what the Oracle said to me.
But I am going to live, he said to his father. And I am going to live well—without you.
“And I’m your motherfucking executioner.”
And Bryce said before she stepped into the light, “Through love, all is possible.”
“It took their power. But what is eternal, what is made of love … that can never be destroyed.”
