The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

“I wanted you for so long after I met you, and then I had you for such a brief time. We could rule the skies together. Your storms and my ships. None could stop us. This is how it should be, Kiely. It’s destiny.” “It is not.” She leaned against me. “It is. I can see it, and you will, too.” “What is that supposed to mean?” The only answer I received was pain in my gut, sharp and blinding. I looked down, surprised to see the dagger she had driven into my body. The hilt shimmered, and I realized what she had and where she’d gotten it. “Nismera gave me a present,” she said. Milani twisted the dagger as if that would help the magic seep faster into my blood, and perhaps it did. My vision blurred as a deep, aching pain sliced through my head. She leaned forward as the poison continued to leach into my body. “You will love only me, want only me. For eternity.” My mind grew fuzzy, but I heard her whispered chant. She repeated it over and over as if she hoped that speaking the words at the right time would enslave me to her. Nismera had not just given her a present. She had given her the memory dagger Kaden had made to steal Dianna from me. Milani pulled back, taking the dagger with her. The hilt no longer shimmered or glowed, all the magic now inside me. Ennis chuckled behind us as the room grew dark. The last thing I saw was her cruel smile before something cold and malevolent slithered through me, searching for the one thing I cherished most. My memories of Dianna.

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