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One thing was for sure.

Every person in the fae palace was dead.

Every. Single. One of them.

No exceptions.

They were all complicit.

A disturbing calmness washed over me as I stared down at my sweetheart. I had a new life purpose, and it was attainable.

Everyone would pay.

Brutally.

Just like my mates, I had no mercy.

They wouldn’t stand a chance against us.

Chapter 42

Scorpius

SCARS

Rebirth—Day 56, hour 6

Arabella whimpered.

A chair sizzled as it caught on fire, and then there was a loud cracking noise as Malum ripped the bathroom door off its frame.

Orion and John gasped shakily as they knelt beside her body. They were probably inspecting the letters that were carved into her skin.

The demons stumbled, their feet tripping over the carpet as they backed away from the center of the room.

Arabella screamed in pain and kicked the floor with her foot.

So many sounds.

Everywhere.

I dug my fingernails into my palms to ground myself, but the pinpricks of pain did nothing. Every interaction we’d had with her flashed through my mind. All with perfect clarity.

We’d called her a whore.

Shamed her for killing her mother.

Made fun of her for being a prude and changing in the bathroom.

I remembered all the times she’d forgotten to breathe. Had she been in pain? Had she been suffering? I’d never bothered to find out why.

She’d told Malum that she’d experienced much worse than him. Was this what she’d been referring to? Her mother had lit her on fire and carved her up.

My hands trembled at my sides.

Bile crawled up my throat as an abominable thought hit me—Lothaire was her father. He hadn’t protected her. He’d let this happen to her.

She’d said it like her mother had lit her on fire frequently.

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