This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
Hold on. It wouldn’t make any difference?
“For now, I’m going to play with your kin. But I’d like you to feel a few deaths along the way.”
A vampire died. Bobby. The Heart of All wept, and my fury screamed with the force of a thousand storms.
But the ice remained firm.
“Oh, and don’t worry about Paris. He’s in good hands.”
His laughter scorched my core, taking an age to fade away until there was just me with my raging thoughts.
I wouldn’t let this be the end.
I wouldn’t fail.
This isn’t the end…
I’d save them all. My people. Paris. The elf didn’t have to want me, and his rejection wouldn’t stop me from wanting to keep him safe. He deserved to live, to be happy, to have a future free from this mess.
I started this, I’d end it.
I’m coming for you, Aidan.
Be ready to scream.
Moonlight shimmered across my skin as it did on the hillside when I’d…I’d…
He doesn’t love you…
“Yes, Silvanus.”A woman’s voice entered my mind.“Yes.”
My thoughts stilled with surprise.
“Who are you?”I thought back.
The moonlight brightened.
“I am a gift, a delightful consequence.”
“Of what?”I returned haughtily.
“Manipulation. Be patient, give me some time. But know you will be free, and you will have your war with my power coursing through your veins.”
I hated this vague nonsense.“Just tell me who you are!”
The moonlight gleamed, my body warming.
“I am Selene, dear king. And soon I will help you cleanse Aidan’s rot once and for all.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
PARIS
Iwas home again.
Back in my flat in Oreflame City above the Aidan Temple, wrapped in chains and laid out on my sofa.
