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He looks…desperate. Distraught. Tears gather in his eyes as he takes a step forward. "All that I have done, I did to rescue my daughter from the Nether. Seven years ago, she was stolen away by shadow fiends, and I have been doing everything possible to try to get her back—"
"My little miracle of a daughter was just two years old when she was taken from me in the surge that destroyed my hometown. Please, I have to get her back. I know in my very bones that she is still alive in the Nether. I need to rescue her. Please," he begs raggedly. "You must believe me!"
"Even if I did believe that the Nether is spiriting away humans—which I don't, by the way…go on, amuse me. How could your little mortal runt have survived for seven years in that hell?"
Pietro looks at each council member and the unforgiving Immortal Quintet before straightening. Sudden confidence punctuates each of his words. "My daughter is far more precious than you can possibly imagine. I don't know how she has survived, but she has. And if I am not permitted to pass through the Divide and fight to get her back…the wrath of the gods will be upon you tenfold. They will smite your kind with fury unlike anything you have ever seen."
Pietro Amato's
Growing up in hell, I was taught to appreciate a beautifully broad spectrum of pain. I was conditioned to have a high tolerance for it and learned it can be a great distraction. A tool.
I process that without turning to face them. The Immortal Quintet is here? How…convenient. All my targets in one spot.
But it does complicate certain things. If we’re on magical lockdown, they must know that someone here killed their quintet member.
"Yeah, he was found burned to a crisp less than a month ago. Even though they weren't close, it's been pretty brutal on Luka. He's still in mourning." Well. This is awkward.
I'm not a necromancer. But apparently, all the rituals I had to go through to become this changed me in ways they never expected.
"You clearly intend to continue stalking me." "For the rest of this life and into the Beyond, yes."
For an incubus with a reputation for feeling nothing, he's so melodramatic around me. But the fact that he's here, shamelessly devouring me with his gaze, makes me wonder if his fascination with me was genuine after all.
I look heavenward, wondering if the gods are enjoying this shitshow they're putting me through. They're probably all laughing their godly asses off.
"You enjoying this, baby? Tell me, how wet does it make your panties knowing you're torturing us?" "Hard to tell when I'm not wearing any." Fuck. Me.
You guys have no fucking idea how bad it would be to be bound to me. I'm protecting you idiots. I refuse to drag you four down with me. I'm your enemy. All her past words swim in my head until I cover my face. "Holy shit." My mate is from the Nether.
"Absolutely. I'll gladly help you get to sleep, especially if you need to be worn out first." I open my mouth and then close it. Then I rub my face to hide the warmth blooming there. "That's not what I was talking about, and you know it." "Do I? You said it yourself that you want an orgasm or two. I'll give you plenty." Baelfire leans close to my ear to whisper. "I'll double whatever he's offering. All the orgasms you want, as long as you come on my face and make me beg for it."
"You did," I point out coldly. "Scútráche." That's a fae insult that Lillian accidentally taught me when she was ranting about my father one day. She was scandalized when I repeated it later. It's quite a severe insult regarding overdrinking and the size of one's penis, plus a sprinkling of family shame that the fae abhor.
"So vicious. Naen mahk.” In fae, that means good girl. I am most decidedly not a good girl.
"Eireach chial, thiga ais thu'ganh," I murmur in fae. Come back to me, handsome lunatic.
Damn it. First Luka, now this girl. I need to break this habit of killing off my peers' relatives.
Baelfire catches up to my side. "Damn. You're fucking hot when you're bossy. Do I need to step out of line to get my turn? You know I love being good for you, baby, but I can try being a brat."
Death is not your destiny. Everything you have gone through gives you a choice—the ultimate choice. Whenever you think of ending a life, remember how hard you have fought for your own. It's too precious to destroy so heartlessly. Rein it in, Little Raven.
shut my eyes and hold my breath, focusing entirely on the shadow heart in my chest. It magically keeps my blood running, but it doesn't beat. Amadeus crafted this heart for me to replace the one he ripped out. But even with all his foresight, he didn't realize that pouring his magic into this heart would give me the ability to tap into his precognitive abilities in a tight pinch.
I nod. Natalya is their keeper, and the Garnet Wizard cursed her name daily when I was under his tutelage. He made it no secret that he wanted the Immortal Quintet removed from power—but not killed. He never told me why leaving them alive was important, but he was very creative with his swearing when describing each of them.
But Pia must understand because she hums. "So loyal. Just as we had hoped."
With each member of the Four Houses you dispose of, our foothold in the mortal realm will grow. For it is their life force holding us back, nothing more. I will track your progress according to how weak their precious Divide becomes. End them. That is your purpose, my daughter. And when you have ended each of those fools…
I'm fast over short distances, even faster than shifters on a good day. That was something Amadeus's chief necromancer, Dagon, had insisted on perfecting when they were altering the fabric of my being. I'm patterned after a monster that existed long ago—only it was slower and less efficient.
"That explains why he popped into your dreams so damned much last night," he drawls. "I don't mind your sex dreams in the least, but I must say the collar and leash were an interesting addition."
send a devastating attack toward Engela. A solid slab of stone shoots up from the ground, shielding her from my magic, but it rebounds and hits another one of their hired hands.
If I survive this, I'll be a necromancer. If I die, I die saving my blood blossom. Either way, I regret nothing.
Unfortunately, I'm not so good at stopping myself from using my I'm going to kill you voice right now. "My bad," I smile dangerously. "Let me try that again. Come with me, now." I expect her to be annoyed, but the prophetess laughs softly. "I should have known you would take after her," she murmurs. …What?
