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August 31 - September 4, 2025
Countless eyes turned our way as his power lashed from him, moans spilling from the lips of those who felt it and the writhing bodies on the beach growing in number as more and more Fae fell to the power of the Siren who rode me so skilfully, finding their own partners and joining us in our union.
I’ve reached my limit with this shit, so I’ve gone to take my destiny back from the stars. Gerry, I love you – lead the rebels against the Court of Solaria like you suggested. Make that scaley bastard pay. The rest of you, try not to cry too much if I don’t make it back, I was a mean bitch anyway.
I was his in that moment, utterly, undeniably, his.
Seth didn’t say anything for several seconds, his powerful body tense as he lay with his back to me, and I stared at the new tattoo decorating his skin. I reached out to brush my fingers over the ink and he released a long breath, relaxing into the pillows at last and letting me shift closer to him.
My heart lurched and a glint of gold made me fly that way, seeking out my brother in the clouds, breathing in the scent of smoke on the air, certain he was here. Maybe not in any corporeal way, but the ghost of him was present, I could sense him everywhere.
“Ew, are you hitting on us?” Sofia wrinkled her nose. “Stars, no,” Seth balked. “I’m in love with-” he half choked on those words. “The moon.” Well, that checked out.
“Behold! The Ring of Doom.” He opened his hand, revealing a plain circle of silver metal in the centre of his palm, looking unassuming and altogether uninteresting. “That’s it?” I frowned and Sofia reached out to prod it, but it didn’t do anything at her touch.
In the next second, shit was raining down on us, splattering me all over and slapping into Vard’s ugly face beneath me. I roared in fury, staggering to my feet, but the blast of it only increased, sending me tumbling head over heels through the room, flipping upside down over a couch and slamming into a wall.
“You can’t access your fucking magic in here,” I barked, and they took that as a command to shift, the two of them exploding into their huge Dragon forms and squeezing me between them. And not just anywhere between them, oh no, right between their fucking bare assholes, one on either side of my face as their tails swept through the space above me. “MOVE THIS INSTANT!” I bellowed, my voice muffled by the press of their scaly backsides, and they both reacted so quickly that I was sent flying down into a pile of shit again.
Ah fuck, am I really trying to look on the bright side? There is no star damned bright side. There’s just a shit fate or an even shitter one.
She was red in the face when she was finished, and I arched a brow at her. “Are you done?” “You know what, Lance?” “What, beautiful?” I asked. “Sometimes you’re an asshole.” “Don’t sell me short, I’m an asshole all the time.”
“How about you lie down and spread those pretty thighs for me like a good girl and I’ll use my tongue to make you like me again,” I offered. “How about get fucked,” she said airily, and I growled, my hold on her tightening. “How about you watch your mouth, or I’ll stop playing nice.”
I shot forward, decision made, trouble impending. I picked her up, flipping her upside down and making her squeak in alarm. I threaded her legs through the cage, bending them over the horizontal bar near the top of the cage so she hung from it before me, her mouth lined up perfectly with my cock.
“Happy,” she said through a cute smile, and her eyes flashed green as she gazed up at me, her silver rings shining bright around them, a mark of her bond to me. “Darcy,” I gasped, but then they became dark again and she frowned as my face fell. “What is it?” “Your eyes.” I brushed my thumb over her jaw, kissing her softly. “They were yours again. Just for a second, but your rings were there.”
I brushed my fingers against the ruby pendant I still wore, but for once the gemstone was almost cool to my touch, no lingering sense of him clinging to it all. A feeling of unease rolled down my spine and for a moment I thought I heard his voice caught on the wind, warning me not to risk this, not for him.
My eyes snapped open, and I found Stella walking away from me in a stone chamber I didn’t recognise, nothing but a huge, cylindrical glass tank of blood standing in the centre of the darkened room. The tank stood in an intricate silver base which formed two bird-like talons that grasped the sides of it, a tarnish to it that made me think it had to be old.
“Why?” I gasped as she angled it towards her own heart. “Because I am your mother. And I love you more than life itself,” she exhaled then drove the dagger into her chest, a scream leaving her as she used the strength of her Order to carve her heart from the cavity of her ribs and yanked it out of her own body, skewered on the blade as she held it before her.
“Darcy,” I gasped, looking down at her body, no sign of the shadows clinging to her at all. She was naked, drenched in blood, but wholly Fae. But then she screamed a horrible fucking scream, clutching her chest and crumpling beneath me. The shadows rushed out of her skin, snaring her limbs and she arched against the bloodied floor, not seeming to see me at all as some terrible pain took hold of her. Her screams were all I could hear, her agony the only thing in existence. And I was helpless to stop it.
“I’m all alone,” she sobbed, a shiver going through her small frame. “All alone and it’s all my fault.” “Why is it your fault?” I asked softly, dropping to one knee before her while keeping my sword in hand. “Because I wasn’t enough. I couldn’t give them enough, couldn’t keep them safe. They all left me because I’m toxic, poison, the last choice.”
“Would you carve the silver from her eyes?” the scarred me purred, and I could feel the emotions she was trying to lure from me, the jealousy she was trying to stoke. “Would you slip a knife between her mate’s ribs in the dark?” “Of course I wouldn’t,” I hissed, my grip on my sword tightening as she stepped closer still.