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  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

As the smoke settles, I see everyone hovering over Amber. Julio’s hands are on her face, his lips pressed to her forehead. She stirs, her eyelids heavy, but her wound is already healing.

Julio lifts his head, gaping at my bloody tourniquet and the jagged edges of my red-soaked shirt as if I’ve lost my mind.

“Anybody got a first-aid kit?” I ask raggedly, breaking the taut silence.

Chill, Poppy, and Marie all look up at me, their foreheads crushed with worry lines, as if they’re mourning my loss. And maybe they are. Maybe part of me is, too. But I don’t have time for that. I’ve got a plan to get Fleur back, and it’s going to take more than magic to pull it off.

48

Send More Sparks Up

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DOUG

The sleet sprays sideways, the sidewalks outside the portal covered in a thick layer of slush. Lightning flashes close. Thunder echoes off the brick buildings on either side of us as I direct Fleur toward Crowley’s Wharf. I can feel her rising discomfort as we near the shearing, icy wind coming off the Thames. She found a heavy wool coat and hat, a long cashmere scarf, and lined leather gloves in Gaia’s apartment. The base layers under her jeans and heavy sweater make her look stronger, more solid, but under it all, her magic is already shivering. I’ll have to be careful not to keep her out here too long.

The storms have been getting worse as rumors of Lyon’s and Gaia’s deaths are spreading. According to Lixue, Seasons have been pairing off, forming small groups and fleeing their regions rather than risking a trip back through the ley lines. For every freed Season we manage to hunt down and bring home, two more disappear from our system, creating new storms. Power grids have collapsed in dozens of cities, making it even harder to bring the connected Seasons home. My Guards are putting out fires everywhere, but no matter what we do, the sparks keep jumping.

There’s no more time for useless lessons with potted plants and battles of will in the park. No more time to waste searching for the eye. It’s time to come up with my own answers. I have control over Gaia’s magic; that’s all I need to create new Seasons—my own Seasons. If I can make enough of them, I can indoctrinate them myself and restore the balance Lyon ruined. Kai is certain to keep Jack occupied for a while, which means Fleur and I can get to the business of fixing this mess. If anyone is stubborn and altruistic enough to bring back the dead, it’s Fleur.