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A long-ago teacher had told Rae stories were created by villains. Their desires and evil deeds ignited the plot, while the hero only wanted to stop them. At least to begin with, villains were in charge.
Except where was the hero? Where was the second leg of the love triangle? Nowhere, because this was a ladies’ only event!
Wait, had Octavian sworn vengeance against a lousy carriage driver? Also, should he be dropping tragic backstory to someone who wasn’t his true love? Rae guessed he could let Lia know later. She fixed an expression of extreme interest on her face, as if at a party with a college guy telling her about film studies.
“Out in the burning city is a large building full of vulnerable people under my protection. Will you help me?” Put that way, the matter required urgent attention. “I will.” “You will?” Eric repeated blankly. “I took vows,” Marius reminded him, vexed. “You were there. It just happened.”
Amelia shook her head. “He’s having the most flamboyant and prolonged descent into madness I ever saw. But it says a lot about a man, when the form his madness takes is saving lives.”
Marius understood Eric was frightened, but he didn’t feel it had been well judged to take actual hallucinogens to cope with the situation.
“You saw this horse born,” Marius reminded him. “I told you his bloodline could find their way anywhere. You named him.” “That was a joke,” said Eric. Marius didn’t see what was humorous. He’d thought it was a nice name. The Cobra stared at the expanse of the warhorse’s arched neck, up to the rolling eyes. “So this is my noble steed, Google Maps?”
The Emperor made a gesture of command to his ghouls. “I love you as a knife loves a throat,” he murmured as the dead overwhelmed her. “I crawled out of hell to fall at your feet.”
