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In the heart of the Damned Forest, beyond the Waters of Depth and Purity, lies the Ever-Changing Winds of Sky and Spirit. The Endless Drop will take you through the Fires of the Abyss and beyond them, where the ether lies thickest, your answers await.
He jumped from Seth’s back and ran towards the fight between his dad and his girlfriend, a stray vine slapping his ass hard enough to make his knees buckle as he yelled at them to stop again.
“Take that, you cantankerous cretin!” Geraldine’s voice was accompanied by something splashing against my cheek and I forced myself to pull back, releasing Seth as I looked around to find Tiberius coated in mud from head to foot.
“Since when in the history of the stars themselves has a Capella ever been the Source of a Vampire? Oh heavens, I can see the headlines now. ‘Seth Capella, on his knees for an Altair.’ Think of the polls. The whole world is going to think you’ve bowed for him, and then they’ll question everything about the balance of power – as if Darius’s death hadn’t already thrown enough of a rotten egg into the mix.” “Mom, for fuck’s sake, stop it,” Seth barked. “You’re making it into a much bigger deal than it-”
“Where the fuck did you go?” Max half yelled as he stomped towards us. “Gerry has been having kittens. We didn’t know if you were dead or kidnapped or-” “Watch out, Max, or people might start to think you care about a Vega,” Tory taunted, and I was glad to see that she was still very much herself despite the state of her.
I tossed her down on the bed, making her bounce as she rolled over, the word asshole carrying back to me in a muffled voice as she faceplanted the pillows.
“Wow,” I said, not entirely sure what the hell I was supposed to say to that because it sounded seriously fucked up,
we’re going to need to focus on our plan to rescue Darcy, Orion, and Gabriel before we can do anything about it. The Hydra is still set to bellow at The Palace of Souls tomorrow, right?” “As clearly as a moonday maw, my lady,” Geraldine agreed, and Tory visibly relaxed. “Good. Because I am more than ready to get my fucking twin back.”
“Francesca, you are only as strong as you feel you are. Power is nothing without confidence.”
Lance Orion may have been mated to another woman, but I had loved him first, and I wasn’t going to let that love turn to bitterness. It may have been unrequited, but that didn’t make it invalid. Though that didn’t make it hurt any less.
He sacrificed himself for a Vega princess, a girl who he had spent months agonising over because of her threat to the Celestial Heirs, and in particular, Darius Acrux.
Finding him under the stars, newly mated to Darcy Vega, watching him kiss her like she was the lifeblood of his soul, like he could no longer see anyone or anything else. Yes, my heart had broken the moment his illegal affair had come to light, but it had been crushed and set on fire the night he had been mated to her.
“Regret is the enemy of the future.”
She wasn’t Fae. She wasn’t even Nymph. She was a weapon more powerful than anything I had encountered during my time in the FIB.
Darcy leapt to her feet too, and I took in the girl who had claimed the heart of the man I loved, finding her nothing like the one I remembered. Her eyes were inky black, no sign of a silver ring within them, and shadows clung to her body, her black hair shifting eerily in the way Lavinia’s did. I didn’t know what I was witnessing and had no time to ask as I pulled Orion into an embrace through the bars.
“You will do as I command,” Darcy barked and I flinched, the power in her words making something wholly Fae within me quake. I saw the Savage King in her eyes and felt his authority ringing through the air, but that authority belonged to her now, this princess whose bloodline once owned the intimidating throne at my back.
More and more of Lionel’s secrets sped through me, whispers into the ear of the Savage King, Dark Coercion flowing into the mind of our monarch and turning him into a puppet of wrath and violence, unable to see the traitor who hungered for his throne. It was shocking, this revelation rattling me to my core, but it all made so much sense too.
Such a powerful beast, my husband. And such a beast he had wed when he joined himself to me.
This was not the moment to take an army into battle. No, we could not risk such with cheeky Gabe, dear Darcy, and her Orry man in the path of violence.
So only I, my queen, the three mostly irrelevant Heirs to nothing, sweet, heartbroken, wingless Xavier, and the devilish Storm Dragon and his family of heathens were present.
“Who the hell was in this meeting then if it was only made up of A.S.S. members?” Maxy boy demanded. “I, of course, chaired the function; Tory, presiding as the only queen currently in residence. Then dastardly Dante, luscious Leon, and the rest of their closest famiglia-” “Wait, when did the Dragon and co bend the fucking knee?” Seth huffed,
“We were hardly going to bow to lame Lionel, were we doggy dude?” Leon said with a chuckle. “Lionel Acrux forced me to bow to him once through trickery and blackmail,” Dante said, his Faetalian accent as decadently delicious as always while his electricity made the air crackle in quite the scandalous way. “I figured it was time I got to choose my own monarchs.” “And did you simply forget that the three of us are still standing between the Vegas and the throne, even if Lionel dies today?” Max growled,
“We discussed it briefly,” Leon said with a shrug. “And we decided to bet on the savage horses. You guys just seem kinda flappy since the other one died. Didn’t seem like the right choice. No offence.” “His name was Darius,” Caleb snarled, and tension radiated through the room, but I wouldn’t be having that. “Enough!” I barked, my Cerberus form punching though on the word, making many of them flinch in their flans.
Juniper managed to send word to my cousin Fabrizio, and he got a message to Rosalie via one of her omegas. There’s no leaks in your security.”
“Maxy boy?” I asked, and that scoundrel of a sea lion looked my way with a frown on his brow. “If I were in mortal peril, would you risk all to save me, throw yourself between me and death, give up everything just to see me survive?” “Of course I would, Gerry,” he said, his eyes softening like the wet kipper I had suspected he was. “Thank you for admitting that most crippling weakness,” I replied.
“Once we get inside, me, Xavier, and Max will go for the throne room in search of Darcy and Orion. Geraldine, Caleb, and Seth will go after Gabriel,” Tory decided, and a quiver of anticipation warbled through me as we set our path at last. “So you’re just telling us what to do now, are you?” Seth demanded
“You could have attended the meeting where these things were discussed had you bent the knee,” I said, rolling my eyes at the irksome pup. Seth looked about ready to pop his long Sherman, but Caleb rested a hand over his and shook his head. “The plan seems solid to me, and the longer we wait, the more time there is for Lionel to see these decisions. Let’s just go with it,” he urged, and Seth narrowed his eyes.
“Oh sure, let’s just go with Tory’s plan. She’s so pretty and has such perfect hair and has magical tits that can-” “Dude, are you in love with your dead best friend’s widow?” Leon hissed in a whisper so loud even the clams in the distant sea could surely hear him. “’Cause that’s fucked up.” “No,” Seth blurted,
