My elf.
Mine.
A maelstrom of possessiveness rose inside me, completely unwanted but unbound. I kept a boot on it, gesturing for Paris to follow Medusa through the portal, ordering Elio to then follow me.
Paris is mine.
Mine.
Mine.
How could I have ever loved that golden-haired deity? My skin itched with regret, sickening flashes of memories of kissing Aidan making my stomach roil.
He would die an agonizing death for this. One that would drag on for many, many months. After he told me what he’d stolen from me to enrage my sister.
My poor, mysterious sister. Probably dead because of him.
This mission to expand the song wasn’t enough. I needed to do more, to hit harder, to bring war to Aidan’s feet. Tear the world apart to find him, stop at nothing until he begged for his pathetic life.
He would pay in blood.
Soon.
Mark my words…
THE ART OF SORROW
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
PARIS
The luminous glass buildings really put the glimmer in Glimmer City.
Wow.
We arrived on South Point, the highest hill at the southern tip of the city. It offered an incredible view of the metropolis, even hinting at its heart-shaped design.
“So pretty,” I whispered, moving toward a fence at the edge of the steep hill.
An array of glass structures jutted from the earth. Tall, short, square, cylindrical, pointed. Gleaming, iridescent, nestled between a network of clean, white roads and pathways, some green spaces sprinkled between them.
Luckily for the folk here, the closest frostbrood nest was fifty miles away.
Thank fuck.
I couldn’t see the stars in the skies here, since the light was too overpowering. That was city living, I guess.
Silvanus came up beside me. “Isn’t it?”
I nodded, taking in the scene further.
Man, it felt good to be out of the Human Domain.
The tallest building, a glass tower spiraling into the sky, looked like it’d been cut from an orange peel. Three beams of light rotated from its tip, reminding me of windmill blades.
I’d seen windmills once when I’d been on the run. On the edge of some farm in the Human Domain we’d been forced to hide in.
Of course, this was only the south side of the city. It spread out to make the shape of a heart, ringed with hills and many patches of woodland. Some of those woods were home to the famous Glimmer Apples—the sweetest fruit in Quintrealm.
