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“Stardust,” I whisper. “In my bag. Please.”
He searches my purse frantically and brings the powder to my nose. I inhale everything I have. The stardust hits like a mercy, dulling the pain enough for me to breathe. I curl on my side, shaking. My hands are covered in blood from my broken nails. I think it’s over.
Then another memory opens.
“Ok,” Julian says. “You’ve got to go. I’m meeting someone.”
Nero lounges on the sofa, amused. “You have that weird smile. Is it a woman?”
“Fuck off, wolf,” Julian says, and Nero just laughs. “She will be useful in the future. We will see. I just have to start slow with her. I don’t want to scare her off.”
“Is she hot?” Nero keeps asking.
“Stop it. You are not getting close to her.” Julian points at him with the glass. “She is family.”
“Family?!” Nero grins. “Introduce me then! Do I know her?”
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
“What if she wants to touch me?” Nero says.
Julian’s smile turns sharper, fangs flashing. “Get the fuck out. I was weak before, but now I’ll rip your head off.”
“I’d love to see it, baby prince. I see power’s getting to your head.”
They both laugh, and Nero walks out the room.
Julian pours himself more whiskey.
Later, I enter the suite.
The memory releases me. I open my eyes. I’m still lying on the concrete, and Nero is holding my head.
“You were there,” I whisper.
His face changes. “What?”
“The night he was taken. Just before I came. You were with him at the Crown.”
Shock cuts through him. “How do you know that?”
“I saw it. In his memories. What his soul left for me to read.”
Nero stares at me.
“Who are you?” he asks.
“What do you think?”
“It’s impossible.”
I grin. I wish he was right.
“There are no female necromancers,” he says, almost to himself.
“Well.” My voice comes out broken and dry. “You’re looking at one.”
“How?”
