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October 8 - October 20, 2025
“You mean to tell me we’re going to do all our own cooking?”
“My only interest in you lies in the bloodline you stand to pass on.” “Too bad Hunt complicates that.” “More than you know.”
A few of them stepped back at the expression on his face. At the presence of the Umbra Mortis, still unbroken.
And Hunt knew he’d treasure this moment forever: the moment when Lidia Cervos pulled out her gun and fired it right between the Hawk’s eyes.
“This is Daybright. Blast it to Hel, Irithys.”
The world seemed to hold its breath as the elegant doe walked up to Ruhn and gently, lovingly, nuzzled his neck.
There’s an extra laptop on the credenza over there. Password JellyJubilee. Both words capitalized, no spaces. Don’t give me that look, Holstrom. Quinlan set it.”
He wished Bryce were with him. Not just to sleep beside him, and to remind him that he’d made it out, but … he needed his best friend.
It had pained him to see them gathered around the TV earlier. Lehabah would have loved them.
“I hope so. We need her.”
“To make these fuckers pay for what they’ve done.”
But the book just lay there. Dormant. Like any other book— It snapped for his fingers, and Ithan lunged again.
He shoved it back on the shelf before it could get away. Then gave it another shove as a fuck you.
As if in answer, the book again rattled on the shelf. Ithan flipped it off, then faced the sorceress.
Hunt Athalar, Ruhn Danaan, and Baxian Argos had escaped from the Asteri’s dungeons during a rescue operation that had incinerated the entirety of the Spine.
“Here’s the bargain: you don’t put up a fight, and I don’t impale you with these and experiment on how to open a portal to nowhere in your gut.”
She extended the Starsword toward his face. He didn’t dare move as she bopped him on the nose with its tip.
she teleported out of the villa to the place she wanted to be the most. Home. Wherever that was in Midgard.
And for Bryce, home was—and always would be—Hunt.
The Helhound gave him a look that pretty much said: Well, I’m shitting my pants.
“I have received reports that the Viper Queen of Lunathion has put a bounty on your head for three million gold marks.” Athalar, the bastard, let out a low whistle.
“You hand him over,” a female voice drawled from the open doorway, “and you’ll have a third queen pissed at you.”
“I’m Bryce Danaan, Queen of the Valbaran Fae.”
“Prince Hunt Athalar Danaan, at your service.
If Danika could not be here, it was only fitting that her mate stood here instead.
“Do you want to win this war or not?”
“Don’t forget ill qualified and always inappropriately dressed.” The female cut her a warning glare. Bryce held up her hands in mock surrender.
“You’re my home, Hunt. Our love spans across stars and worlds, remember?” She smiled slightly. “I’ll always find you.”
“I’m assuming you have some plan up your sleeve that you’re going to spring on us at the worst possible moment.” “I think you mean the coolest possible moment,”
“Note how she didn’t answer that,” Hunt said darkly to Baxian, who chuckled and said, “Danika was the same.”
“Archives,” Ruhn, Flynn, and Declan said, raising their hands.
“We will find Irithys.” The sprites burned to a deep, true blue. “And fight with her against the Asteri when the time comes.”
my only other bargaining chip with him is my breeding potential. And since you and I are married …” “Are you asking for a divorce?”
“No. I’m saying that I’ve got no worth to these shitheads. Since my uterus is … spoken for.”
“I suspect you’ll find out the answers in the most dramatic way possible.”
“Flynn and Dec discovered the waffle station in the mess hall and went crazy.”
“Welcome, Bryce Danaan. I’ve been expecting you.”
“You have no idea how many people I had to convince not to eat her carcass on her way down here,” Jesiba drawled as Ithan stared blankly at the shape of the body beneath the white sheet in the morgue.
“Where else are we supposed to raise dead bodies?”
But Bryce pointed to herself, then to Ruhn, the portrait of innocent confusion, and said, “Are you talking to me or him?”
“Telling her to shut up doesn’t end well for anyone. Trust me.”
“Okay, let’s do a head count. If you’re disowned, disgraced, or both, raise your hand.”
Bryce bared her teeth, and kept that shining wall in her mind. A second later, there was a polite tap against it and Ruhn said,
Not five minutes later, Tharion found himself with a wife.
“Bet you’re wishing you’d learned to read,”
“I can read!” Flynn sulked.
“I can’t believe you actually told us what you were thinking, for once.”
“At least we seem to be past ending up somewhere new every time we fuck.”
“It’s an attempt to be able to look at myself in the mirror again,” he said plainly. “To know I did something good, at some point, for someone else.”
Even Ravilis,
I will never not read this name as Raviolis
