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I hear an explosion of some kind nearby, but I can’t seem to look away from my gorgeous match’s face, contorted in agony as he bleeds too freely from too many places. I try to wipe the blood so it doesn’t drip into his squeezed-shut eyes, but I realize my hands are shaking. All of…

His crimson stare locks onto me. “Baelfire Finbar Decimus, if the doing something you’re suggesting involves harming Maven in any way, I will shred you to pieces, turn you into jerky, and feed you piece by piece to Everett’s pet dogs.” Seriously, why did my quintet have to be made up almost exclusively of violently…

But it’s hard to forget that I spilled my guts to him and Silas yesterday. They know more about my past than anyone else in the mortal world, and it feels fucking strange. What’s even stranger is that they have yet to kick me out of their quintet or report me to the Immortal Quintet….

The air is thick with tension. A fair few legacies died during combat training yesterday, so everyone is more on edge than ever. “Super cheery out here,” Baelfire says sarcastically. “It’s only going to get worse.” Silas shoots me a look. “There will be no repeats of what happened yesterday, ima sangfluir. Stay close to…

Gideon motherfucker.” “Now is not the fucking time for this,” Maven warns. That’s the wrong thing for her to say because Silas loses his patience and scoops up the changeling’s sword. Pressing the edge of it against the monster’s neck until it draws blood, he glares at Maven. “Enough games. Talk, or its head will…

Taking a deep breath, I step back and make a twisted symbol with my fingers, breathing out a short string of forbidden words. Dark, cruel magic surges to the surface, boiling in my veins as my fingertips blacken and tendrils of shadow swirl around my bare hands. Silas’s eyes widen infinitesimally, but I can tell…

It only stokes my curiosity about the Nightmare Prince. “Ready, baby?” Baelfire asks, cutting into my thoughts as he emerges from the hallway, his dirty blond hair even darker when wet. I nod, but when Silas joins us barely a second later, having also showered, I pause and tip my head, unable to keep the…

I can barely get the words out as I put the pieces together. “Who touched you?” She lets out a shaky breath and throws the steel wool to the ground, grabbing the soap instead and slathering it over her arms, neck, and stomach. They touched her stomach. Red creeps into my vision as my throat…

He kicks me under the table. “I was four, you motherfucker. When I saw your parents’ keeper reaching into that thing, I thought he was stuffing his hand up its butt. What kid wouldn’t find that shit appalling? But that was forever ago, and I can handle anything you can.” I look at my keeper…

“She’s a germaphobe,” Sierra says confidently, and fire flares to life in one of her hands. “Let’s see how well asscasters burn, huh?” Fire. Fuck. I’m going to actually die. Shit, shit, shit. But I can’t even formulate a plan of how to stop this from happening because this asshole is still touching my face,…