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“Drop the bounty,” Ithan ordered, pure Alpha echoing in his voice.
“I won’t forgive or forget what Ketos did to me and mine. But he’ll walk out of here today—I’ll allow that much.”
Hypaxia gave her a look dripping with disdain. “You will walk out of here today. We will allow that much.”
The Viper Queen took another long drag of her cigarette and blew the air toward Hypaxia. “Give a witch a scrap of true power and it goes right to her pretty little head.”
“Fuck you,” Ithan snarled.
But the Viper Queen stepped back into the alley, whistling sharply to her assassins before striding away. They turned as one and marched after her.
Colin McCarthy didn’t so much as look back.
“What the fuck?” Tharion exploded at Ithan, at Hypaxia. The Prime of the Valbaran Wolves and the Head of the House of Flame and Shadow. “What happened?”
“What happened to you?” Ithan countered. “Where are the others? Is Bryce here?”
“Bryce? No—she’s in Nena. She …” Now wasn’t the time for a catch-up.
But Ithan said, “Nena?” He dragged his hands through his hair. “Fuck.”
“Why?” Tharion asked.
Hypaxia said gravely, “We need to get to Bryce. Immediately.”
“Okay,” Tharion said. “I’ll see if I can reach her or Athalar.”
Hypaxia and Ithan began walking, and Tharion followed, Sathia a few feet behind. When the door to the House of Flame and Shadow loomed before them, Hypaxia lifted a hand and it swung open silently. Hers to command.
Ithan walked right in. But Tharion at last mastered his shock enough to ask Hypaxia, “How did you wind up—”
“It’s a long story,” she said, tucking a dark curl behind her ear. “But get inside first. It’s the only safe place in this city.”
Tharion glanced back at Sathia, who was pale-faced at the open door before them. “Give me a minute,” he said, and Hypaxia nodded and walked into the gloom.
“Hypaxia is a friend,” Tharion explained softly to Sathia. “No harm will come to you in there.”
Sathia lifted her gaze, bleak and despairing, to his face. Like she’d seen a ghost.
And maybe she had. “It was my Ordeal.” Her lips were so, so white. “I only realized it afterward,” she murmured. “After Colin … left. Losing him was my Ordeal.”
Tharion laid a gentle hand on her back, surprised by the strange tightness in his gut, and eased her toward the doorway. “I’m sorry,” he said, and led his wife into the gloom.
It was all he could offer her.
* * *
“The reception in Nena is shit—there’s some weird interference happening right now,” Tharion announced. They stood in Jesiba Roga’s office, of all places. “But from the few words I managed to make out, they’re heading for the Eternal City immediately.”
“Good,” Holstrom said, pacing in front of Roga’s desk. “That’s what Jesiba told me earlier. But where do we rendezvous?”
“That’s the tough part,” Tharion admitted, sliding into one of the chairs. Sathia sat quietly in the other one, lost in thought. “The reception cut off before we could get to that. I tried calling him back, and Quinlan, and her parents, but … nothing.”
“Maybe they got the Rift open,” Hypaxia mused. “Magic pouring into Midgard from Hel could be disrupting the connection. Demons cause power outages sometimes with their presence. Imagine what a lot of them all at once might do.”
“It’s possible, but doesn’t change the issue at hand,” Holstrom said. The wolf had changed—somehow, in the span of a day, he’d gone from lost to focused. From lone wolf to Prime. Tharion had gotten a vague story out of him about facing Sabine, and Hypaxia taking on the Under-King to become Head of the House of Flame and Shadow, but even beyond that, they seemed like they’d leveled up. Majorly.
Especially Ithan. Even the most powerful of wolves only had shifting abilities and super strength—not actual magic. And yet Holstrom, suddenly, had the ability to wield ice. Like the power had been locked in his bloodline all this time. But Tharion put aside the thought as Holstrom added, “We need to figure out how to link up with them.”
