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October 28 - November 2, 2025
Death’s Maiden only smirked. “Do you remember exactly how you killed my mother? How you took her apart piece by piece? Because I do. I was hidden in a trash bin in that alley and saw the whole fucking thing.”
Three interlocked circles, side-by-side— the symbol of Falein, the goddess of cleverness and wisdom.
“Captain Renwell. He trains one of the units of the Lord’s armies.” He trains them? Interesting.
“I dare you,” the Captain smirked. “Shit,” Cassius muttered under his breath.
“My tongue is none of your concern.” “What if I wanted it to be?” Her mouth nearly fell open at his brashness. Cassius coughed,
He hadn’t expected her to last this long. He had thought she would have come crawling back by now. He had thought she would have broken by now. He thought wrong.
“It’s an escape. It gives me someplace to go when I have to stay where I am.”
“Yes, but you can be around people and still feel alone. You can feel alone in life, even when you have people you love and who love you in return."
“I know you will be just fine alone, Scarlett Monrhoe. You are strong and wicked and brilliant.”
Scarlett didn’t say a word, just stared at him. He seemed to be struggling to keep his breathing even, to leash his emotions. This was new. She’d never seen him so…close to losing control.
her. Her mind was racing. Semiria ring? Who was Azrael? And why did she keep calling him Sorin?
Female not woman. Because she was Fae, too, and apparently had no idea she was so.
She wasn’t mortal though. Not with that grace and scent and power he could sense all around her every time she was near. And not with that fire he had just pulled from her veins.
Every time he was with her, he found her more and more intriguing. He found himself wondering what she would say next, and he’d never admit it to her, but her cheeky attitude towards him was just as enthralling. She was smart. Arrogant as hell, but wicked smart.
A Semiria ring. One of two in existence. The Semiria rings had been crafted by the sister Fae Queens.
A phoenix. The bird of Anala, the goddess of the sun and fire.
He still hadn’t figured out who exactly the commander was to Scarlett. He had trained her, yes, but she insisted he wasn’t a lover, and he didn’t exactly act like a brother either.
“Let’s not play with fire until we’re sure we need the heat,” Scarlett answered,
Death’s Shadow and Death’s Maiden. Two sparks to set their world on fire.
Saylah? The goddess of shadows and night? Interesting choice of goddess to invoke.
It was also shirastone. How did they even have these weapons? They were extremely rare and very expensive here.
“I forgot how, even with everything I want to yell at you and demand from you, how even with all of that running through my mind, I would let you kill me, just to run my fingers through your hair one more time.”
Sorin knew how to play the piano. He could read sheet music and play songs, but Scarlett could play. Her eyes were closed and tears splashed onto her hands as her fingers flew over the keys of ivory and ebony, never missing another note.
Tonight I do not need to be reined in. Tonight I need to be let out.
Scarlett was Death’s Maiden? Scarlett was one of the Wraiths of Death?
Death’s Maiden was the most feared. Death’s Shadow tracked you, and Death Incarnate ended you, but in between those two things, you dealt with Death’s Maiden.
his mind was not on the vampyre feeding from his arm. It was on the female who had just played ancient songs of grief and sorrow on his piano for nearly three hours.
His scent of ashes, cloves, and cedar wrapped around her, and she had to work to not inhale deeply as well. Something deep in her soul opened an eye. A feeling she hadn’t felt since that night she had played the piano. The awakening of something she hadn’t realized she’d been so desperate for.
“So many options,” he purred back, “but which one do you choose, Love?” She stopped her prowling, going completely still. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped.
“Oh good, more secrets. Just the way I like it.
Suddenly Sorin’s hands were cupping her face, and his lips pressed to hers. They were warm and soft, and he tasted like cloves and honey.
These were lands that contained people many considered to be bedtime stories they told their children when they misbehaved. Witches. Shifters. Night Children.
Scarlett’s one demand was to know about the Fae Queen she had seen him with. Talwyn Semiria, Fae Queen of the East. Fae Queen of all the Courts now, he supposed.
Better question: Why hadn’t they killed her? Fae were not allowed to enter, let alone live in the human lands. If they were discovered, they were immediately hunted down and killed on site if caught.

