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  1. Dedication
  2. Prologue
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  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. About the Author
  68. Books by Elle Cosimano
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  70. About the Publisher

“Where the hell is she?” I croak. “What has he done to her?” I jerk free of Kai and bend to pick up the lock of hair. To clean it off. I can’t catch my breath. Can’t drag my eyes from that small stained piece of Fleur as Kai takes me firmly by the arm. My stitches pull as she drags me out of the freezer and up against the wall, directly under the camera where Doug can’t see us. But it doesn’t matter. He’s seen enough. He saw that Boreas helped us. He saw that we were coming. Kai said it herself. He’s Inevitability. My inevitability.

I’ve been waiting for you.

Kai leads me back down the hall into the closet. She rips off her smock and slips on her bow. “Where do we go, Jack?” she asks, her movements quick, her voice frantic.

I shake my head and drag my fingers through my hair. Doug knows exactly where we are. What we’ll do next. He’s waiting for me to find him, like this is some kind of game.

“I have to find Fleur and Chill.” It’s what I’ve been telling myself since we got on that plane. And now we’re here. So close, I’d be able to smell them if I had any magic. But I have no idea where the hell they are. “We have to find them. We have to hunt them.”

“How?” She shakes me, leaning into my field of vision. “Think, Jack. Where do we go? Who else would know where to find them?”

“Lyon’s office,” I say, the closet coming into sudden sharp focus. “There’s something in Lyon’s office I need to pick up.”

32

Let Loose by the Devil

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FLEUR

Doug wants a lesson, so that’s exactly what I give him. With razor-sharp focus, I summon two roots from the oak. They surge toward his feet, but he rolls to avoid them. While his head’s down, I run. The Guards shout, boots pounding the grass from all sides. A red light flashes to my right. The second I’m within reach of a root, I call it to the surface, ensnaring the Guard. There’s a sickening snap and a brilliant flash as her magic is sucked into the ley lines below us.

A second red light blinks to my left, closing fast. I sling out my arm. The branches of a chestnut whip out as the Guard rushes past it. The Guard screams, and the sky brightens with the flare of her magic.

Another set of boots thunders behind me. My mind grabs a root, and a third flare ignites the park. In the fading glow, I spot the last Guard. He stands in the open clearing ahead, waiting to intercept me. My magic spirals through the earth ahead of me. The ground collapses under his feet, and the sinkhole devours him.