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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One: Skra: Sixty Days Remain
  5. PART ONE SKRA SIXTY DAYS REMAIN
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  8. 3
  9. 4 Two weeks later
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  24. Part Two: Monster: Twenty-Five Days Remain
  25. PART TWO MONSTER TWENTY-FIVE DAYS REMAIN
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  39. Part Three: Butcher: Six Days Remain
  40. PART THREE BUTCHER SIX DAYS REMAIN
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  63. Part Four: Bloodwinn: Coup Successful
  64. PART FOUR BLOODWINN COUP SUCCESSFUL
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  91. 80 EPILOGUE Three months later
  92. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  93. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I’m sorry,” Ranka said, her voice gentle. And she was. Even now she cared for Tafa. She wanted a better world for both of them.

“You are weak,” the Murknen spat. “You are not worthy of your title, or the blood-magic in your veins.”

Funny thing, that.

Ranka tensed. The Murknen took a step forward—and Ranka hurled the knife.

Both Tafa and the Murknen jumped sideways. The knife clattered to the floor at Percy’s feet. Ranka hurtled forward, slamming into the Murknen’s legs. They hit the ground, the Murknen screaming in fury as Ranka sank her teeth into her wrist to wrestle her dagger away from her. More whistles pierced the air. Fire ripped across Ranka’s scalp as Tafa grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backward. Without her blood-magic, the pain left her breathless. Agony lanced down her leg as the Murknen bit her, and Ranka wrenched away, baring her teeth in frustration. She was so weak without her blood-magic. Was this how everyone else lived? How could anyone even fight like this?

Footsteps drew closer. Ranka twisted on the ground and slammed her elbow into the Murknen’s temple. Pain crackled up her arm, and her hand went numb, but the witch crumpled.

Ranka turned and found herself staring at Tafa.

Had it really only been a day since they’d faced off like this as Ranka tried to ferry Galen to safety?

“Tafa,” Ranka said softly. “What Ongrum is doing—”

“Don’t.” Tafa’s hand trembled.

“Have you seen them, Tafa? The sick ones?”

Did you know? Did you help her?

Tafa looked away. “It’s necessary.”

“Tell that to Yeva and Asyil.” Ranka swallowed. “What she’s doing is wrong. I think you know that. I think you’re scared too. If winalin gets out into the world, our entire coven is at risk.”

“Don’t talk about the coven. You have no right. You have no place—”

Tafa didn’t get to finish her sentence. She gasped, and then her eyes rolled back in her head as she crumpled to the floor.

Percy stood behind her, holding the hilt of the knife he’d just slammed into the pressure point of her neck. The voices drew closer, coupled with the crackling of the fires that were only now beginning to sputter out in the garden.

“Percy—” Ranka started.

He pointed his knife at her. “Why did you change your mind?”