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Apparently, her maker, Kabitch—sorry, my pen slipped—Kaden had a plan far grander than any of us suspected, and none of us knew it wasn’t him at the helm.
“The World Ender had a lover and not just a fling like in his past. They say she is a beast made of flame and hate, and she followed you lot back. His beast. The female Ig’Morruthen.” Dianna. He meant Dianna.
“I hope their prison remains locked for eons.”
Jiraiya was the councilman who, like the others, tricked Samkiel into thinking they worked for him, but Nismera had ruled The Order since The Gods War. She had put her people in place, securing their seats one by one without being caught until only her sept held power.
Imogen was the only member of The Hand left here. Nismera had the others shipped off and sold to the highest bidder for battles or gods-knew-what.
We were no longer those scrawny teens with unkempt powers who so easily believed all of Unir’s lies.
We had grown up in the silver palaces, amongst the beauty and florals, but Yejedin, with its smoke and flame, shaped us.
“I have a blade,” I said, and Isaiah sat up straighter. “It has runes engraved on the sides. Think the words of Ezalan, but more. I could erase all her memories and replace them. She would want only to serve you, I swear it. Dianna is a weapon I crafted, and a damn good one. She slaughtered Tobias and Alistair with ease. We need her.” I need her, but I did not say that aloud.
How ironic was I? The boy who was so afraid of monsters in the dark that I became the very thing I feared.
Nismera said. “Isaiah was right, and I did miss you, and I need you for what’s coming.
The flowers along this corridor followed my movements as if watching me, and I had a sneaky suspicion they just might be.
“My name is Orym. I’m an ex-commander of Nismera’s Thirty-sixth Legion.”
where my Samkiel
But in the depths of my sleep, I dreamed of the orange-eyed man that beckoned for me.
I knew Dianna had lied to me.
I didn’t feel that aching yawning pit in my chest. I was fully and thoroughly satiated.
His head was bent, obscuring his face, and he appeared to be holding a spear. I glanced closer at the words etched deep into the plinth. The curves and slashes of the words predated even my knowledge of language. I studied the muscled figure, drawn to it for some reason. The way the artist had sculpted the face, body, and pose, it was obvious that whoever this man was, he’d been deeply loved.
My thigh still burned from the memory of when she stuck me, binding my will to hers. No longer was I just a celestial under her guard, but as she put it, her pet. I couldn’t break a command of hers even if I dared.
Unir had never cared and had used us as weapons until we’d outlived our usefulness.
Quill had outdone himself with the gauntlet, and he had accomplished it in very little time. It made me wonder what else he was capable of. How had he achieved such quick results? The stench of blood and death permeated his lab. Was he brilliant? Did he use blood magic? Or was it a combination of both?
guess we can add that to our list of goals, then. Try to suck your power out of the sky.”
He’d ripped his power from the very sky for her.
“The fractured thing it is. It’s a jagged, crushed thing, the remnants buried within him.”
have no power over Samkiel. I never did. Dianna brought him back. She didn’t know it at the time, but she used the power of that mark. Without even realizing what she was doing, she did the reverse of what Vvive did. She forfeited the mark for the power to split her soul, and then she tied it to his life. Dianna resurrected Samkiel. As much as I hated being bested, it was both terrifying and intriguing to witness something that has only happened once before. The love she has for him is a power.”

