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Back Seasons of Chaos
Chapters (70)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prologue
  3. 1
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  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. About the Author
  68. Books by Elle Cosimano
  69. Back Ad
  70. About the Publisher

The worst part—the worst fucking part, worse than knowing she’ll spend another day trapped in there with him—is that she’s doing it because she thinks she’s protecting me. Because she’s afraid for me. I’m supposed to be her protector, her Handler, the one who guides her out of impossible situations like this one. And instead of following me out of that suite, she’s determined to stand her ground and be my personal tornado, to shield me from Doug. But she’s forgotten the most important lesson we’ve learned.

You can’t make the perfect storm alone.

I rub my eyes, replaying our conversation, reminding myself she’s not entirely alone. Knowing my smaze has come to visit her heartens my resolve to find it. If my smaze knows her—if it has any desire to protect her the way I do—then maybe it really is mine after all. Maybe Kai’s right, and the only thing holding me back from claiming it is my fear of actually facing it.

I pull my head from my hands and check the clock on the wall. I have a few hours before I’m scheduled to rendezvous with the others. Enough time to find the eye and hunt down my . . .

My gaze locks on the whiteboard. On the last notes Lyon wrote on it before he died.

ENTROPY: chaos, disorganization, the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system.

“Entropy is the general trend of the universe toward death and disorder.”—James R. Newman

I walk to the board and wipe the word entropy with a finger. It doesn’t smudge away. Below it, a permanent marker rests on the tray.

Lyon didn’t want this message erased.

I read it again. My mind hooks like a scythe around the single underlined word.

Chaos. It was what Chronos feared most. What he couldn’t predict. It was his reason for seeking balance and control. To keep chaos at bay. And then Fleur and I came along and toppled his entire world. We invited chaos. Unleashed it. And from the ashes of it all, Lyon and Gaia re-created our world. They made it better. Peaceful. They gave everyone here a reason to hope.

Everyone except Doug.

So he lost a war. We all lost something that day. Pieces of ourselves. People we loved. Fleur and I were no exception, but we moved on with our lives.