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Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
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  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

Admon bows. “Of course, I’ll have him detained.” His eyes bore into me, fear written clearly across them. “Be careful, Laurel. I’m not sure we’ve discovered every facet of the situation yet. I fear there’s more to this that we’re not seeing.” I nod curtly, and he turns to leave, Lunaria tracking his every step with the focus of a feline.

“Where do you think they’ve taken them?” Thorne asks, his own worry apparent now that we’re alone. I squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“I recognized several of the fae from a tavern I visited on my way to the Forum meeting. In Echosa. There was open distaste for me when I walked through the tavern as well. They must have a second headquarters there.” Thorne’s eyes light up with knowing.

“The documents we went through in Krantz’s desk mentioned Echosa frequently,” he relays.

“Then let’s go find the Echosan rebel base and get our friends back,” I say with a menacing smile.

“You’re sexy when you’re angry,” he says, the words hollow with our family taken. “But we should wait until the morning.” I start to protest, but Thorne adds, his words firm, “It’s dark outside. I won’t be much use to you until daylight. I want to get them back as desperately as you do. I can barely stand the thought of leaving them there even a minute longer than necessary. But we need to be prepared, especially if it’s just going to be the two of us. Not to mention, I’m still sore from my wounds and you used a lot of magic during that attack. We should rest here for a few hours and let the thayar concentrate fully restore us, then depart as soon as the sun rises.”

Although I want to argue, I know he’s right. Plus, even though my magic is stronger with the concentrate running through my veins, it’s more unpredictable and harder to wield—not a great combination for stealth.

“Fine,” I relent. “But we’re leaving the moment the sun’s on the horizon.” He nods, and I take his hand to lead him to the bathroom. I gently wash the blood from his body, fussing over him as he protests. I wash myself quickly, then we both collapse into bed for a few hours of restless sleep.

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