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I couldn’t help but recall the dream I’d had, where there was a scar on Scion’s face. It was a far different scenario than we found ourselves in now, and the cut had looked long healed.
I had never been a patient person, but I supposed all I could do now was wait and see.
“You are all welcome to do whatever you like,” I said. “But I am going home to Aftermath.”
The silence that followed was thick, palpable.
“Why?” Scion asked finally—not judging, merely…curious.
I sucked in a breath. “I believe there is someone I may need to see or at least look for…” I paused. “Among other things.”
Other things, like get a better understanding of whatever powers I’d never been allowed to learn about. Like, see my birthplace and that of the rebellion. But most of all, if my mother still lived, I needed to find her.
My mother had lied every day of her life; including, it seemed, about her death—and I needed to know why before anything else.
Before chasing the crown, or worrying about any rebel trade with Underneath. Before worrying overlong about what magic I might have unleashed on the continent, and what that might mean in the future.
“What do you mean ‘home?’” Thalia asked. “There’s nothing in Aftermath. It’s a barren, toxic hell.”
My lips tipped up in a smile. “I would not say that.”
Bael reached out and ran a finger gently over the back of my neck. I leaned back against him, falling into the warmth of his chest, then looked up, my eyes finding Scion’s almost involuntarily. He glared back, as if he could not look away.
I had a feeling that, no matter where I went, both would follow. And, of course, Ambrose Dullahan would likely be right behind us.
Three Everlast princes.
One to each side, and one not too far behind—or perhaps ahead—always following, waiting, watching, in my dreams.
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