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Chapters (72)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. I
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. BEFORE
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  11. 7
  12. BEFORE
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  14. 9
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  18. 13
  19. BEFORE
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  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. BEFORE
  25. II
  26. 18
  27. 19
  28. 20
  29. 21
  30. 22
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  32. 24
  33. 25
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  35. 27
  36. 28
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  41. III
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  51. IV
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  68. 58
  69. AFTER
  70. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. Newsletter Sign-up

Beru took a breath and pushed to her feet. With a simple flick of her wrist, she snapped the others’ chains.

Pallas’s gaze tore back to them, and Beru thought she saw a hint of fear.

In a blink, Khepri and Hector had the two Witnesses beside them pinned to the ground. The others weren’t as quick to act—Ephyra and Hassan struggled against three other Witnesses in a flurry of movement. Two more advanced on the Wanderer in the threshold of the foyer.

“Kill them!” Pallas hissed. “If she will not obey me, then kill the others.”

No.

Without thinking, Beru threw out a hand. The god’s power surged. The Witnesses and Paladin froze, their limbs locking into place. Some of them toppled to the ground, unable to catch their forward movement. Beru realized she had frozen them.

Pallas’s eyes widened, his gaze locked on Beru. The god’s delight hummed through her. Finally, finally, they had the upper hand against Pallas. Finally, he was afraid of what they might do next.

A flash of movement caught her eye, and she spotted Anton breaking away from the frozen Paladin, turning on his heel to race away from the foyer and into the corridor.

“Where is he going?” she heard Ephyra ask.

“To find Jude,” Illya said from behind her.

Automatically, Beru found Hector’s gaze. Fear and ferocity drummed through her, and she knew what Hector wanted to do.

She gave him a slight nod. “Go.”

Hector nodded back before sprinting after Anton.

Beru refocused her attention on Pallas.

KILL HIM, the god demanded, its voice a roar in Beru’s ears.

She stared into Pallas’s cold, blue eyes and felt the god’s hatred well up inside her. With it came the desire to use the god’s power against Pallas, the way she’d been forced to use it for him so many times.

She could feel her control slipping. By the fear in his eyes, she knew Pallas could see it, too.

“Beru,” Illya said, his voice nervous behind her.

The wharf. The ship. She had to get everyone there. But inside her, the god’s will raged, flooding her with the crushing desire to break Pallas’s neck. It would be so easy.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Beru slackened her grip on the god’s power so it could not overwhelm her.

The Witnesses and Paladin broke free, suddenly able to move again.

“The Godfire chains!” Pallas barked. “Quickly!”

The Witnesses and Paladin leapt back into action, surrounding Beru and the others. They were weaponless. Defenseless.

Beru was their only chance of making it out.

You are Beru of Medea, she told herself, reaching for the god’s power again. The floodgates opened, the god’s will storming through her body. You are Beru of Medea.