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“Who is she?”
“Princess Thalia Attía of Ishra… She claims she was killed by your sister.”
Chapter
Sixty-Three
MORS
Just after I’d arrived inSosiadarap, andThalía had informed me that Keres had stolen theKassarmayafrom her family,the panic and rage of myPharalakifilled my mind as they’d fed me images of her breaking into my temple. I’d flown faster than I could remember in my eon of life. And the whole time, the merciless voice of my conscience chanted in my mind.
This is what happens when you try to take what doesn’t belong to you.
Dirt sprang from the ground as I landed in front of my house, leaving a small crater.
Push-kicking the front door open, the wood burst into splinters.
My voice came out a roar.
“Soteira!”
Even before I rushed through the empty house, I knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. I could feel it. She was gone. Our home bereft of her essence. Terror filled my veins like an ice colder than the Kurian Mountains.
An invisible fist gripped my throat as I burst back out of the house, eyes scanning the horizon. My gaze caught on the shattered ceramic pitcher on the ground beside the bed of poppy flowers. My breath caught in my throat.
No.
As if drawn purely by some inner knowing, my feet were carrying me through the tall grasses toward The River Oblivion. A gentle breeze parted a thicket along the river, and I caught a glimpse of pale flesh and midnight blue fabric.
I could have died right then and there if it weren’t for the hope that she was still alive.
A foolish hope indeed.
“No.”
My knees caught me as they buckled beside her unmoving form.
Shaking hands slipped over her smooth,coldflesh to gently roll her onto her back. Blood smeared her chest and the grass beneath. Her features suspended in a blissful expression.
“No… No. No. No. No… Soteira, please.”
A broken sob burst from me as I gathered her in my arms. My head tilted to the sky, and an inhuman roar tore from my chest. I clutched my wife against me, burying my face in her neck to fill my lungs with her scent for what would be the last time. Her blood smeared my face and chest in the process, but I was beyond caring. If anything, I wanted her blood on me.In me.
At least then, I’d still have part of her with me.
This was true hell.
Akashhad no need to create any hells because we had no problem creating them all on our fucking own.
You did this,that spiteful voice whispered in my mind.
“Mors,” a hoarse voice sounded softly behind me. My head snapped up so fast; if I’d been human, it would have given me whiplash.
Hatred like nothing I’d ever known burned through me swiftly and viciously. Carefully, I laid Soteira back on the ground and rose.
Keres stood only a couple dozen feet away. Her face swollen and puffy from weeping. Her hands and pale grey gown stained with my wife’s blood.
Wordlessly, I drew my sword,Charon, from thin air. The same one that Soteira had imbued with her magic.
