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“I know.” We all pause, realizing that Maven is now watching us. Her dark gaze is steady, her dark hair a mess, and the straitjacket those assholes put her in is ripped and stained with blood—but gods, my mate is so strong and beautiful that it’s hard to breathe. Her scythe transforms into a clear…

Just like that, the dragon retreats to hide from the pain that it can’t shift to tolerate. I wrench back control and sit up, blinking at the chaos surrounding me. It looks like I was hit in the head by a chunk of Crypt’s bronze enclosure that somehow shattered, but besides that… Holy fucking fuck….

Crypt sees that and shouts in helpless rage. Silas starts screaming again nearby, and as the asshole releases my hair, I realize my blood fae is being tied to the stake beside me. Not- Baelfire is still a laughingstock, and somewhere high above, Everett is being forced to watch all of this. More holy power…

I did that. Did I? It was the ghost, but it took passing through me for her to interact with the living. She targeted him for what he was doing to me. Are my demigoddess abilities more ghost-oriented than I realized? Still reeling from the lingering horror of that touch, I’m forced to walk forward….

” he adds before leaving the room just as swiftly. Godsdamn it. He’s going to run. He knows this place is compromised since I’m about to rain down hell on the assholes living here when I figure out how to escape. With survival skills that good, Bertram will disappear long before I have the chance…

When Daphne sees my expression, she looks even more disgusted. “No surprise that you are enjoying this crude behavior. You’re clearly the one who taught it to him. Turned my beautiful, innocent son into a filthy, blasphemous deviant.” “Especially in bed,” I agree. Everett turns bright red at exactly the same time his mother does….

“Well, that’s creepy. Thanks for the reminder that we’re haunted.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay. If you get the chance, kill them. Getting out of here is much more important than whatever idiotic hangups I might still have about the executives. Gods, I should’ve known they would use the Upheaval as a damn power…

“Respectfully, I ask that you eyeball Miss Bailey’s cleavage later. You’re getting drool on my straitjacket.” Crypt snorts in amusement, but otherwise, my matches listen quietly to this circus. Thatcher’s face reddens, and the woman shuffles uncomfortably. Her body language screams guilty. Mr. Grant glances between them and makes a face before adjusting the documents…

Fucking. Cute. I bet you look like a queen while you’re reaping. My queen.” He kisses the tip of my nose, trailing more light kisses up and down my neck. Gods, I’ve missed him and his persistent flirtiness. But wait… I tense, straightening as much as I can in this stupid, chained-up straitjacket. “Fuck. Where’s…

Baelfire. His pupils are round as he adjusts to sit on the floor. Thick silver shackles immobilize his wrists and ankles. The collar I put on him is still there, as is the leash. His face is bruised, one eye blackened, nose quickly healing from an obvious break, and his ripped shorts are stained with…