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“No. Only me and Randall,” Ember said. “And Danika. She and Bryce got into some serious trouble in college and it came out then. She blinded the males that time, too.”
Hunt remembered the photo on the guest room dresser—taken in the aftermath of that. Their closeness and exhaustion the result not just of a battle fought and won but of a deadly secret revealed at last.
“Her tests showed no power,” the Autumn King spat.
“Yes,” Ember said quietly. “They were correct.”
“Explain.”
“It is a gift of starlight. Light, and nothing more. It never meant anything to us, but to your people …” Ember paused. “When Bryce was thirteen, she agreed to visit you. To meet you—to see if you could be trusted to know what she possessed and not be threatened by it.”
To see if he could handle that such a gift had gone to a half-human bastard and not Ruhn.
Hunt saw no fear on the prince’s face, though. No envy or doubt. Only sorrow.
“But then she met your son. And she told me that when she saw his pride in his Chosen One status, she realized she couldn’t take it away from him. Not when she also saw that was the only value you placed in him. Even if it meant she would be denied everything she was due, even if revealing herself would have meant she could lord it over you, she wouldn’t do that to Ruhn. Because she loved him that much more than she hated you.”
Ruhn’s face crumpled.
Ember spat at the Autumn King, “And then you left her on the curb like garbage.” She let out another broken laugh. “I hope she finally returns the favor, you fucking asshole.” She hung up.
The Autumn King hurled a pitcher of water before him across the room, so hard it shattered against the wall.
Hunt’s blood thrummed through him as a conversation from weeks ago flitted back to him: how he’d spoken of having gifts he didn’t really want. Bryce had agreed, to his surprise, and then seemed to catch herself before joking about attracting assholes. Deflecting, hiding the truth.
A soft female hand landed atop Hunt’s. Queen Hypaxia. Her dark brown eyes glowed when he looked over in surprise. Her power was a song of warmth through him. It was a hammer to every wall and obstacle placed on him. And he felt that power focus on the halo’s spell upon his brow.
She’d asked him weeks ago what he’d do if she removed it. Whom he’d kill.
His first target was in this room with them. His eyes darted toward Sandriel, and Hypaxia’s chin dipped, as if in confirmation.
Still Bryce sat against the Gate. As if trying to rally herself. As if wondering how she could possibly do this six more times.
Demons in adjacent streets beheld the starlight still glowing from the Old Square Gate and stayed back. Yes, they remembered the Starborn. Or knew the myths.
Aidas had known. Had watched her all these years, waiting for her to reveal herself.
Hypaxia’s power flowed silently and unnoticed into Hunt.
Sandriel slid her phone into her pocket. As if she’d been using it under the table.
Ruhn saw it, too. The Crown Prince of the Fae asked with savage quiet, “What did you do?”
Sandriel smiled. “I took care of a problem.”
Hunt’s power growled within him. She’d have told the Asteri all she’d seen. Not only what glowed in Bryce’s veins—but about the Horn, too.
They were likely already moving on the information. Quickly. Before anyone else could ponder Bryce’s gifts. What it might mean to the people of the world if they knew a half-human female, heir to the Starborn line, now bore the Horn in her very body. Able to be used only by her—
The truth clicked into place.
It was why Danika had inked it on Bryce. Only the Starborn line could use the Horn.
Micah had believed the synth and Bryce’s bloodline would be enough to let him use the Horn, overriding the need for the true Starborn power. The Horn had indeed been healed—but it only worked because Bryce was heir to the Starborn line. Object and wielder had become one.
If Bryce willed it, the Horn could open a portal to any world, any realm. Just as Micah had wanted to do. But that kind of power—belonging to a half-human, no less—could endanger the sovereignty of the Asteri. And the Asteri would take out any threat to their authority.
A roar began building in Hunt’s bones.
