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The tall, silver-haired devil towers over me, blocking out the sight of anything else. For a moment, that surprise flickers in his gaze again as he takes in my face.
I’m going to kill you,I promise in my mind.
He strolls away and casually slips his hands into his coat pockets. I touch the pendant. At least he didn’t steal it.
A musical trumpet echoes through the vast arena. The turquoise dragon yawns. Another growls. I brave a glance at Geraldine. She’s within hearing distance.
“What did he do to me?” I ask, gesturing at my face.
Pity enters her eyes. “You look the same as you did before.”
He stripped me of Peablossom’s glamour. He wants me to be ugly.
Heat flames my cheeks. Hate is too little a word to describe my feelings for them. I want them dead. I want them obliterated from the face of this earth.
Chapter
Eleven
FOX
Varen was right. Our queen has come for us.
From the darkest recess of our private box, I tap my foot, my stomach knotting as I wait for Emrys to return.
It’s her.
It has to be.
Her unmistakable scent carried across the wind the instant she arrived in Avorlorna. I followed it and found her stealing a stone from a dream web in the city. It’s taken every ounce of self-control not to go down there, sink my fingers into her hair, and breathe her scent in deep. I want it inside me, want it curling around my organs until she is the sole reason for my existence.
Traitorous hope rises in my chest, soaring on the wings of that scent. I could spend all day pulling apart the bouquet, splitting the whole until each note has a name. She is the woods. She is the sweet willow tree. She is a tiara of flowers—lily and lavender. I close my eyes and inhale, taking her into my lungs. I’ve suffered in this existence for five years, alone in my knowledge of hers.
And now she is here, and we are not ready.
“Wait for her,” Varen urged. “Wait and prepare. She will come.”
“Our fated queen hates us,”I replied.“She called us monsters. What if Emrys is right, and she’s no better than the others?”
“She doesn’t know us.”
He blinked at me in that knowing way.
“When she comes,”he murmured softly into my mind.“When her heart opens to ours, we will walk in the sun for eternity. For this, I make the sacrifice.”
Wait.
Easier said than done when none from my hive remember her. None have been tasked with preparing for her arrival, dreaming of her sweet scent filling our lives.
Time has been torture.
Another whiff of her natural perfume pumps into my lungs. Fuck. My eyes flutter. My cock grows uncomfortably hard, demanding her fingers wrap around it, stroke it, make it hers. I pick up a note of heady, feminine musk and almost groan with anticipation. Will she smell like that everywhere? Will she taste like that?
As I exhale, I lose the battle with my voice. The agonized groan slips out. Legion glances at me, confused. His thoughts run circles of concern around me. He thinks I’m too distracted. He thinks only of rescuing Styx and finding a way to heal Varen.
If only they could remember her, it wouldn’t be like this. But I’ve learned my lesson in trying to force the memories on them. It doesn’t work. Titania’s spell is too strong, and with the Keeper’s seals holding their true selves at bay, they’re losing their minds and wasting away.
Legion’s hand lashes out to hold my bouncing knee. “Enough.”
