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January 30 - February 3, 2024
This was not a male to be fucked with. None of these people were, but this one … Authority rippled off him. As if he was the entire axis of this place. A king of some sort, then.
“Remind me how it is that the three of you are considered some of the most feared warriors in this city?”
To Baxian’s credit, he stuck out his tongue toward the Hawk in invitation. Hunt smirked. Yeah—they were all in this together. To the bitter end.
“Those buffoons are my friends, and some of the best fighters I know,” Ithan warned, temper flaring. “Those buffoons risked their lives for you tonight—saved you tonight.”
Azriel said softly, voice tinged with pain, “She looks like Rhysand’s sister.”
“You hand him over,” a female voice drawled from the open doorway, “and you’ll have a third queen pissed at you.” Tharion’s stomach bottomed out. Bryce Quinlan swept through the doorway and winked at the Ocean Queen. “Tharion serves me.”
“I don’t suppose an eviction notice would do the trick?”
“You’re my home, Hunt. Our love spans across stars and worlds, remember?” She smiled slightly. “I’ll always find you.”
It was the Starsword. And it was Ruhn wielding it, standing behind him. Ruhn, who had driven the sword right through their father’s cold heart.
“The people of Midgard. United against the Asteri.”
“And I’m your motherfucking executioner.”
“To right an old wrong,” Ruhn said, “and on behalf of all the Starborn Princes before me. This is yours.”
Her brother only pressed a kiss to her brow and said, “Long live the queen.”
“Maybe that’s where you came from, Hunt,” she said, offering him a gentle smile, “but it’s not who you are—who you became.”
Make your brother proud. And as his howl finished echoing, he could have sworn he heard a male wolf’s cry float up from the Bone Quarter itself.
Bryce swung her arm out in a grand, sweeping gesture as the Prince of the Chasm stepped through the Northern Rift. “Welcome back to Midgard,” she said. “Hope you have a pleasant stay.”
“The last time I took a stand like this, with the Fallen … it cost me everything.” He swallowed hard, but he kept his gaze on her. She could have sworn lightning sparked along his wings. “But this time I have Bryce Adelaide Quinlan at my side.”
“You brought so much joy into my life, too, Ruhn.”
They’d killed a gods-damned Asteri.
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.
“We shall build a new world atop their ashes.”
The friends they’d made were what mattered in the end. Not the enemies. Through love, all is possible
“Of course she does. Do you know how hard it is to find a competent assistant?”
“The angel is waiting for you, Quinlan.”
She heard the words on the wind, carried from her friend’s soul to hers. Light it up, Bryce. And Bryce was laughing, laughing and sobbing as she yelled back across the lush plain and hills, “Light it up, Danika!”
“I think that eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.”
“That is what I want on my new business cards. Bryce Quinlan: Better than Expected
