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Chapters (39)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. Teaser chapter

Theo turned toward Jack. “I know the very best possible punishment for this slime.”

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-TWO

SARAFINA WIPED AWAY A TEAR, WATCHING ISABELLE stroke Micah’s hair. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose her power the way Micah had. Now so many of the Coven witches were dealing with it.

“Isabelle.”

Isabelle looked up from Micah’s side. “Mother?”

Catalina stood in the doorway, propped up by Thomas. Her normally tanned face was pale, and she looked her age for once.

“She was hit,” said Thomas tightly.

“Oh, no.” Isabelle rose and went to her mother, allowing her to lean against her as she led her to the couch against one wall. “Damn it,” she whispered.

Thomas stepped into the room. His clothes were ripped and blood marked him. He had some nasty acid burns along one arm, but he was alive and he still had his magick.

“It’s over,” Thomas said. “The Cae and the Ytrayi have defeated the Atrika and are now taking them back to Eudae.” He smiled faintly. “We won.”

But it had cost them all greatly. That was written all over his weary face. He didn’t need to say it.

“Where’s Theo?” Sarafina asked.

Thomas jerked his head toward the foyer. “You should all come.”

Isabelle helped Catalina from the room with Thomas.

Sarafina went to Micah. “Would you rather stay here?” she asked softly. “I’ll stay with you, if you like.”

Micah shook his head and rose. “I’m okay.”

That was a lie.

Yet he glanced at her and a smile flickered over his mouth. For a moment he almost looked like the Micah she’d come to know. “I lost my magick, but I still have my life. I still have my freedom. That’s enough.”

They walked side by side out to the foyer where the Atrika were being pushed and thrown unceremoniously through the doorway by very pissed-off Ytrayi. Thomas, Isabelle, and Catalina stood near them, watching. Some of the daaeman were unconscious, others dead. The rest wore collars around their necks. Sarafina guessed it was the same idea as hand-cuffs, since the Atrika who wore them looked utterly defeated.

It was a good look on them.

Theo stood near the doorway with Jack and Adam, a heap of something at his feet. It took her a moment to realize it was Stefan.

The last of the Atrika were sent through the doorway and the Ytrayi—some of them badly injured and others carrying unconscious or dead comrades—began to also step through.

Rue was across the room with Claire. Sarafina watched them hug, then come to stand near Thomas.

“Once I told you the day might come when we would need to form an alliance,” said the Cae.

Thomas nodded curtly. “You were right. That day did come.”

“It’s time we truly open up the pathways of communication, don’t you agree?”