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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  60. EPILOGUE
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

<Zoe might not have a choice, but you fucking do!>

Nyx shifted closer to Eris. <Eris is right. Damocles will execute us if she doesn’t do this, and we’re all supposed to be programmed to feel nothing.>

<I don’t accept that,> Clo snarled.

<Listen to me,> Nyx said. <That Evoli was dead the moment he was captured. What do you think Damocles will do to him if we stop this? I’ve seen what he does to people. I’ve experienced it first fucking hand. At least this way it’ll be quick, almost a mercy. Pray to the God of Death if you need.>

<I don’t pray to your sick God,> Clo snapped. <I’ve seen how much He takes. I’ll pray to Soter if I have to.>

Eris’s voice was so quiet that Clo wondered if she were meant to hear it at all: <Salvation is too close to mercy,> she said. <And we have no God of Mercy.>

The prince fired at Eris. He’d used a bullet instead of a laser, and it exploded from the weapon with a crack, and then changed its course in midair and struck the Evoli.

The man didn’t even scream. He crumpled to the ground, dead from a single blow to the head.

Damocles tossed the weapon to his guard. “Good work, Zoe. Send over the schematics and I’ll have my engineers begin production. Maximus will negotiate your payment then.”

He’d just killed a man, and it didn’t even phase him. Clo averted her gaze from the dead Evoli. From the hole in the center of his forehead caused by a bullet from the weapon she’d made.

“If I might,” Eris said sweetly, as if she hadn’t just been shot at by her own fluming brother. “I’d like more time with the schematics. At the moment, it can only hold three samples at a time, and my own engineers may have a way to improve on that.”

Damocles scowled. “You’ll have eighteen days. The night before the truce ceremony. Whatever you have by then, it comes to use.”

“Of course.” Eris bowed.

Damocles studied the back of her exposed neck. “In the meantime, why don’t you and your assistants enjoy the rest of the ball? Tomorrow is the last night.”

Eris let out a small laugh. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the irony of an arms dealer at a peace celebration.”

“Here I thought you were a pirate.”

“A pirate, then,” she said with a charming smile that made Clo want to throttle her.

The general leaned in. “Then it’s our secret.”