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

Eris shoved Clo roughly aside. He was hers. Hers.

With renewed energy, Eris ran for one of the smaller hatches. Clo shouted her name, but she ignored it. Damocles had to die for what he had done. She didn’t care how many people would see her do it. He had already made her look like a villainess, a traitor. Let her be guilty for ending him. What would his death change? Nothing. Nothing.

Everything.

She opened the hatch and dropped to the ground, crawling forward on hands and knees with her blaster gripped in a sweaty palm. Damocles had almost reached his ship. She could see his feet. This was Eris’s last chance, and she wanted him to know it was her. Pain seared at the base of her tongue like Morsfire.

She emerged on the left side of the ship. As she broke cover, Eris screamed. It sounded almost strangled, her rage so thick she could have choked on it.

Damocles stopped and looked over his shoulder at her.

His mistake.

With the drug pulsing through Eris’s system, she could still feel him curled through the edges of her mind. She pushed back. Long ago, she had told him emotion was a weakness. But she was wrong. It made her stronger.

And he was no match.

Eris pointed her blaster and pulled the trigger.

The blast curved. It traveled through the air between them. On target. Perfect.

She shot Damocles right through the eye.

As Damocles fell, memories burst through Eris’s mind. Her brother’s face, younger, less twisted with hatred. His intense concentration as they played a game of war and he decided his next move on the board. She remembered his first kill, the one she took from him. She remembered being forced to take Xander, too. She remembered every brother she killed.

Damocles was the last name on her list.

Clo reached Eris, dragging her back toward the hatch as guards shot at them. Below the ship, Damocles’s body was still visible, his face toward them, his eye weeping crimson.

“You did it,” Clo said, breathless. “You fucking did it.”

Eris tried to pull away from Clo. She had to be sure. His mods could take so much damage—too much. His guards were already dragging him to safety. She had to finish him off, now. She had to.

Nyx roughly hauled her up through the hatch. “We have to go.”

Eris bucked against Nyx’s hold, but the other woman held tight. She let out a cry, strangled, but the drugs were still in her system. She wasn’t strong enough to overpower the larger woman as Nyx pulled her deeper into the hold.

She was already losing consciousness as Clo told everyone that Damocles was dead.

But Eris knew better. She could feel it in her bones.

Damocles was still alive, and he was going to make them all pay.

57.

NYX

Present day