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Somehow my Protector always knew when I was struggling with control.

“We raided Lothaire’s secret stash,” a female voice said from the doorway. The assassin legion walked into the room, holding up bottles of demon brew. The leviathan legion followed behind them and cheered.

Zenith tapped the enchanted speaker, and the volume increased.

Bottles were passed around.

Orion took a long drink, then handed it to me. The glass was still heated from his mouth, and I savored the remnants of him.

He tasted warm and expensive.

Someday we’d find our fourth and I’d always have the flavor of my Revered on my lips.

I couldn’t wait to worship him. I’d consume him morning, day, and night.

He’d be mine.

Unequivocally.

For all of immortality.

I licked my lips and enjoyed the precious hint of what was to come. It tasted divine. Tonight was going to be a good night.

Chapter 30

Aran

THE PARTY

Metamorphosis—Day 42, hour 1

I yelled over the loud music, “You know, sometimes I get this weird crick in my back, and it’s like ‘ow.’ Then, just when I finally relax and think it’s over, it goes crack, crack, crack.”

I held my hands wide to emphasize how large the cracks were and said, “I think it’s my sleeping position.”

Sadie’s mate Ascher tilted his head as he listened to my story.

Firelight danced across his horns.

I was pretty sure he shifted into some type of barnyard animal, but I couldn’t remember exactly. Maybe a chicken? Or a sheep?

I sidestepped a flailing arm.

Around us dozens of limbs waved in the darkness, and the floor vibrated to the pounding pulse of the loud bass.

Someone had closed all the curtains, so the room was mostly black except for firelight. It cast warm shadows on the packed bodies that danced and did unmentionable things to one another.

A few hours ago, the party had started as an intimate get-together among competitors.

It was now a full-blown rager.

There were at least seventy people crammed into the small room, and hundreds more were partying in the hallway outside. Word had leaked to the academy, and the entire student body was partying.

“What do you mean by a crack?” Ascher shouted back at me over the music with a concerned expression.

I held my hands up. “Imagine a crack on a sidewalk.”

Ascher nodded.

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