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“Welcome back to Midgard,” she said. “Hope you have a pleasant stay.”
“And she,” the Under-King went on, gesturing to that unusual depiction of Urd towering above him, “was not a goddess, but a force that governed worlds. A cauldron of life, brimming with the language of creation. Urd, they call her here—a bastardized version of her true name. Wyrd, we called her in that old world.”
With a face like stone, Hypaxia swung the dark metal. And the Under-King exploded into sparkling shards of ice.
“You kill it, you become it,” Jesiba said to Hypaxia. “You are now, for all intents and purposes, Head of the House of Flame and Shadow. And this place.”
“I’m already gone, Ithan,” Connor said gently. “And I can think of no better way to end my existence than by striking a blow for all our ancestors who’ve been trapped and consumed by the Asteri.”
Connor said to Ithan, “You do make me proud, you know. Every day before now, and every day after. Nothing you do will ever change that.”
“Power shift,” she murmured, pulling a cigarette from her jumpsuit pocket and putting it in her mouth. “Interesting.”
Home wasn’t a place or a thing, but him. Wherever Hunt was … that was where home was. She’d find him across galaxies, if need be.
And Bryce said before she stepped into the light, “Through love, all is possible.”
it was love in her face now as she said to him, “You brought so much joy into my life, too, Ruhn.”
Ruhn snarled, saying the words he hadn’t dared voice until now, “She’s my mate, you fucker.”
I love you. I fell in love with you in the depths of my soul, and it’s my soul that will find yours again in the next life.
It confirmed what Lidia had long guessed. Why she had named Brannon after the oldest legends from her family’s bloodline: of a Fae King from another world, fire in his veins, who had created stags with the power of flame to be his sacred guards.
And though she’d leapt between worlds and ended Archangels and Asteri, nothing had prepared her to see Ithan Holstrom racing down the palace hallway with the Godslayer Rifle slung over his shoulder.
“This will all be here when you’re ready,” Jesiba repeated, then motioned to the green hills beyond. “We’ll all be here when you’re ready.”
“I think that eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.”
“For Jelly Jubilee in the flesh?” Hunt grinned. “Anything.”
So Bryce and Hunt ran out to live it. Together.
