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“We’re going to overthrow the king and make him live out his days in misery.”
“If he despised magic before, just wait until he meets us.”
“If you ever speak of my mate with such disrespect again, I will have no qualms about you losing your tongue.”
“You’d have to be a fool to watch that premonition and not be. But I’ll find a way to come back to you. I always will.”
“I’ll make a deal with you,” he says softly. “If we’re unable to stop it, stop them, I’ll come with you. I’ll float with you through the depthless pit of the universe. For eternity, for however long it consumes us. We’ll go together, as one.”
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“I will go to the end of the world for you, Angel. Don’t rob me of what I want. I’m not requesting, I’m vowing to follow you to the end of the universe.”
“You must be strong as you face this, but on the days where you cannot find the courage, I’ll be strong for the both of us.”
I am, and was, nothing more to the king than a chess piece on his board game, viewed as an object to manipulate and control at his will. I refuse for that to be my reality.
I am no longer his precious little doll he has control over. That man will never lay a finger on me again. And I’ll be damned if he tries to ruin this glorious kingdom any further. I helped the Fae; I was a key component in saving them. It’s not a feeble hope that I can save my people too.
“Your arrogance is going to get your men killed. I suggest you put an end to it before you’re the last one standing and cornered by six Fae all wanting to spill your blood.”
“Tell the king that his dearest daughter is back and ready to claim her payment… Retribution.”
“She might give you a run for your money on the title of most powerful Fae.”
There will be bloodshed, and, in the heat of the moment, it comes down to whether you choose yourself or if you allow others to choose your fate for you. My magic chose for me.
The twins may be identical but the tattoos, long black hair, and the way Axel carries himself differentiates himself from Ace, making the comparison between him and Easton astronomical.
Annie doesn’t move as tears roll freely down her cheeks, seeming to forget the rest of their presence. Her lips wobble with a strained smile. Easton was like a son to her; she would have felt the grief just as deeply as I had…perhaps more so. How would it feel to raise a child, only to outlive them and watch them die?
“Your father keeps his head as a trophy. A warning to all in the palace and capital of what is done to traitors.”
“He has him poised on a spike next to his throne.”
He kept his head as a trophy. He kept his head as a trophy. He kept his head as a trophy.
“My beautiful angel,”
Annie looks just as perplexed to be riding Henry as I was to see her on him. I wish these moments weren’t so painful. That the things that used to be so mundane and normal hadn’t turned into an act of grief-stricken responses. I suppose life will never be some semblance of what it used to be. I don’t know whether to be grateful or fearful for that.
“Your imperfections are beautiful, Delilah. They show not only me, but all those who cross your path, that scars are powerful.”
Love pours out of me with abandon. Love for the man on his knees in front of me, gluing back together the pieces of my heart with one beautiful word at a time.
“The Fae people cherish their stories and lineage because we believe truth can be found in all of them. Those that fabricate stories are frowned upon,”
The king has retaliated. The king knows I’m not dead. The king holds the power once again.
This is the break. This is the end of the dam. For I am not swimming I am drowning in its wreckage. Suffocating under the weight of my memories of what was done to me.
Wrath. Vengeful wrath. It twists and writhes through my body, and instead of trying to control it, to leash the fury demanding to escape, I allow it to run as wild as a wolf.
It demands justice. And for once, I feel it. The strength to fight back.
A home is a place, a person, a creature or a book, that makes you feel safe. Cared for and comfortable in your own skin. A home is something that simply makes your soul feel alive. A home is what your heart sings for. My home was Easton. My home is the stars that wink down upon me as we fly under the cover of darkness. Now, I’ve found a new home with Knox and his court.
“They’ve captured Hazel.”
Gold is the song she sings. The ones with scales see all. Black as night yet not alive. Busy, busy mutts. The truth will be set free.
All I need is enough to kill the king. Beyond that, I don’t care if I burn out like a shooting star.
The King will die tonight by the hands of his Heir. The one he brought into this world only to inflict suffering and the one he has spent years trying to destroy. This is my final act of rebellion.
“I must say, for a man so paranoid of death, your routinely nightcap of tea was surprisingly easy to poison.”
“That, my dearest father, are the effects of poison.”
And as my father sits before me, bleeding out, I know I am not losing a loved one, because you cannot lose what you never had.
“Fate, it seems, has a lot planned for you, my dear.”
Hazel was never the one who needed protection, but instead, the one we needed to be protected from.
“Dark magic is corruption at its core—it would alter her very soul. That’s if it was even able to bring her back which it can’t, not truly.”
Ace’s head separates from his body as he’s dropped onto the sword. The scream that rips from Axel is one I will hear for the rest of my life, one that I will feel for the rest of my days.
Axel runs to him, jaw hanging open on a scream. Tears run down his face as he tries put his brother back together. His hands shaking violently with the effort. Sweet, beautiful Ace, murdered in the same manner as Easton. I know it was on purpose, I know the king noticed his uncanny resemblance to him.
Kind and caring Ace, who saw a room full of people and knew how to soothe their hearts. Ace, who has a deep love and bond for Zephlyn, who would risk his own life for the creature. The one with the soft demeanor, so tender and kind to those around him. The one who brought me chocolates because he knew it reminded me of the good times with Easton.
“The king is not done playing with my fate.”
