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What does that mean for me? Who am I without her?
My wondering is cut off as all around us, a raging, sucking, crushing sound surges.
At first, I think that it’s simply Barnabas’s warped essence disintegrating, his horrible power and evil animus twisted and pulverized into nothing.
But then, I see a nearby building quake and fall, making the floor beneath my feet tremble. And I detect the distinctive rush of water.
I glance over at Uni, whose arms are lifted as he gazes out the window. Following his eyes, I see a muddy tide sweeping down the streets, spinning cars like children’s tops, collapsing old electric poles.
Looking at the tentacled monster in askance, I crook a brow.
“Your father had back-up forces coming,” the water monster confesses. “My girls spotted them. I’ve got them.”
I jolt as the building sways, and the crushing force of Uni’s summoned flood water fills the bottom floor.
My stained soul hopes that it brings this entire building down. Because I have no more reason to live.
Without Aliana, there’s no light.
And so I wish for darkness.
If I would’ve known the price of killing my father was my mate’s life, I never would have taken part in this senseless crusade. I’d rather hand him this world on a silver platter than live a single moment without Aliana.
Pivoting, I turn from my father’s body to face her. God, she looks so beautiful even when she’s broken and her soul has fled. Something about her still calls to me. Pulls at me. Reminds me how I failed her.
What a way to discover that kingdoms and power and armies… None of that matters. Not anymore. Only Aliana does. She’s my horizon, and nothing exists beyond it for me.
“The entire city’s destroyed,” Uni murmurs as he gazes out the window steadily, but I don’t tear my gaze away from a motionless Aliana.
Does it really matter that we took back our kingdom? Or that the kingdom itself has been wiped out?
No. No, it does not.
I once thought I wanted the world, but that was before I realizedmyworld is Aliana.
A tiny, tentative smile touches the corners of my lips when I think about the first time I saw her—a feisty, angry thing stuck on stage at the auction.
Who would’ve thought that the beautiful little warrior would come to mean everything to me?
Tesq whispers something to Aliana, but his voice is too low for me to hear. Behind me, Dev snarls and snaps at the white-haired monster.
I turn to look out the window, but my gaze lands on my father’s sleek black combat boots. Anger wars with my grief at the sight.
I wish I had taken my time killing him.
He died too quickly.
Funny, the first time I attempted to kill him, I was slow about it. Methodical. Dipped his tail in acid so he could feel what he’d done to me. I glance over at his tail, which looks the same as ever now, covered in new scales. I can’t even muster up the curiosity to wonder if there are scars beneath them.
This time, any grand fantasies I had went to shit.
The freight train of my rage collided with my grief, and there was only smashing chaos during the fight we just had. Panicked need. Not even desire, but something far more basic. The needto ensure the monster who was ultimately responsible for Aliana’s death died.
He wasn’t even my father to me any longer.
He was the orchestrator of my mate’s murder.
The conductor of her agony.
