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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 simmering anger I’ve felt since I woke from stasis threatens to boil over. Now that I know for a fact that she’s under Lyon’s thumb, I should leave her here. She made her own bed, she’s tough enough to lie in it. But I can’t get past the idea that Lyon’s stripping away her magic from her for doing her job. For doing exactly what she was ordered to do. This isn’t a choice he’s giving Kai. Not if he’s holding her sister’s life over her head.

I lean down, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. We did nothing wrong. And we have nothing to feel guilty for. I’m not giving up my magic because Lyon decided I don’t deserve it anymore. And neither are you.”

Lyon made a horrible play using Kai as a pawn. If he thinks she’s working for him—if he thinks she’s succeeded in convincing me to give in—then that gives me an advantage. It’s not like he’s keeping tabs on his own future by looking in the eye. If Lyon’s offering Kai her sister’s life, then I’ll just have to promise her more.

“There is no way out of this,” she says with a resigned sniffle. “I can’t run. Not if my sister is trapped here.”

“We’re not going to run. We’re going to fight.”

She laughs, ducking under my arm. “You’re out of your mind. It’s impossible. We’re not strong enough.”

“Nothing is impossible,” I hiss as she wades away from me. “You said it yourself. He’s afraid I won’t cooperate with the Dismantling. That I’ll hurt someone. And believe me, I’d love nothing more than to knock him off his throne.”

“You can’t. He’s Chronos now.”

I shadow her through the water, careful to keep my voice low. “Yes, now, Kai. But whoever has the staff has control.” Lyon made the mistake of revealing that much to me when he showed me that vision of the battle beside the lake. Lyon only had to take Michael’s staff and use it to kill him. Lyon is soft—he’s a scholar, not a fighter. His Guards are new and inexperienced. All I need is a shot at disarming him. “The staff is the key to taking his power. He’ll have it with him at the Dismantling. I’m going to find a way to get it.”

“Lyon will know what you’re up to before you’ve even finished planning it. He probably already does.”