Epilogue
Silva tapped on her spellphone, humming “System” by Chester Bennington. Goddess knew she loved his voice. The liquid pain and love intertwined just … spoke to her. The post she was making? A pretty epic photo of her covered in black Hollows blood goo, her smile bright and big, eyes cracking with I’ll-fuck-your-world-up challenge, and her hair wild around her face.
Seriously, Silva was one amazing freaking Fae Queen … Well—
You left, though, and now you have less than two weeks to make a decision.
Silva shook her head. She hadn’t left by choice. Even if she’d been an asshole so wrapped up in her own head, she couldn’t do the things she should have. She sighed, no longer interested in finding more hashtags after #SlayBetch and #SilvasComingForYou. Yeah, she was pretty badass, but it really didn’t matter if no one from Fae would ever really see it.
“Silva.”
She swallowed, cocking her hip and pointedly ignoring that deep voice that wrapped around her freaking insides and tugged with delicious craving. Unfortunately, it was attached to a douchecanoe she wasn’t interested in looking at right now. Not with her memories and what she’d lost so close to the surface.
She felt rather than heard Torin shift closer. He never made a sound.Little silent bastard.
“Silva.”
That was it; just her name. One fucking word that made the world blur and spin.
No.
“You have to go home. It’s the only way stop this.”
Sucking in a breath, Silva spun around. “What?”
Torin stood, larger than life, his runes dancing over his skin in a golden haze. Ancient magic, older than her, swirled under his skin until the runes bled to purple, a kaleidoscope of colors, and his eyes matched.
“Skuld came here … with Fae, Silva.”
I know.“But–”
He pulled her close, his large hands spanning her small waist. Her very soul vibrated.
No.
“Yes,” he whispered, answering her thoughts and lifting a brow. “I feel it. For now, we go to Fae lands. This,” he caressed the skin peeking out underneath her midriff, “neither of us can fight, but we can deal with it after the war.”
After the war.
Yeah, no. She didn’t care. She would belong tono oneever again.
War or not, Torin could shove it.
***
“You can’t run forever, witch.”
Zahara froze, curling her fingers into tight fists. He knew; healwaysknew. He was a wolf, for fuck’s sake. Still, she plastered on a blank face before turning to him. She’d been awake only a short time, and she seemed to have made the list on the ransom note for Encantado.
“We are ’mpossible.”
Arturo shook his head, stepping closer until he crowded her. Each inch she gained to separate them, he claimed with a growl until her back pressed into the wall of the meeting room. Her wild eyes searched for the elevator.
Too far. I’ll neva make it.
Arturo cupped her cheeks in his scalding-hot palms and swung her gaze back to meet his. His eyes were amber, the color of molten gold, and they glowed with promise.
“I have given you space and time, freedom, but I am not a patient man,notte.She can’t have you.”
