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der brother, and his mate were waiting in the grand

dn't hold much joy; instead, his eyes w

ore me, a sharp ache hit my nose, and I had to bite

ad led to all of them being slaughtered right in front of my eyes. This time, I

at the bottom of t

-shouldered, his golden hair catching the light, his features devastatingly han

e silver dagger strapped to my thigh and plunge it straight into his chest. It took e

intimate, husky register that used to make my he

out hi

sive. The touch made my stomach heave. It felt like a venomous snake coiling around my wrist. The memory of the freezin

nt. The smug satisfaction in his eyes deepened, and he ga

-gold spectacle, the seats lined with plush velvet, the air heavy wit

oved through the estate, he soaked up the cheers and praises of t

n!" "May the Moon Godd

ring crowd. My heart was a dead, quiet thing, and

reason Claire Bryant

and. It was a hastily drawn map detailing the estate and the surrounding

ifferent paths for the majority of the journey. But there was one

rtip against the m

t of convergence. My

re that both processions arrived at the Moon Temple at the

fening rumble s

nnatural, sudden darkness. Ominous, purple-black storm clouds rolled

against my ribs like a w

s rai