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She was lying in my arms with a content little smile on her face, and that was where I was going to keep her.

A matching smile split Luka’s face, and I fell asleep beside my twin with my arms wrapped around the two best things that had ever happened in my life.

Chapter 51

Aran

WAR IS COMING

Rebirth—Day 65, hour 4

We filed into the war room.

The space was narrow, with no windows.

Strategizing boards covered the dark-blue wall, and thirteen ornate wooden chairs were positioned around an oval lacquered table. The gold insignia of the High Court was carved into the center of the table. It was also painted on the ceiling.

In front of each seat was a thick white binder.

I rubbed at my bleary eyes and leaned my head against John’s shoulder.

Our arms were draped across one another’s shoulders like usual. We might be at the High Court’s headquarters in an undisclosed location, but some things never changed.

Sex had changed nothing between us in the best way.

As we shuffled sleepily into the room, Luka rested his hand on the back of my neck and he massaged his fingers against the bottom of my skull.

The demons and kings entered behind us.

Flames danced along Malum’s arms as he stared at the twins.

Luka’s fingers tightened around the back of my neck in a possessive show of ownership.

I smirked at Malum, and his fingers cracked as he gripped the back of a chair.

Luka pressed a kiss to my forehead.

There was a crackling noise as the expensive-looking wooden chair went up in flames beneath Malum’s hands.

I slumped down into a seat with a heavy sigh.

It was four in the morning—too early to be dealing with Malum’s bullshit.

I rubbed my eyes until I saw stars.

Since the competition had ended and my food had stopped being poisoned, most of the bruises and cuts littering my flesh had healed up and disappeared.

Only one wound on my face had scarred over. It was probably because the cut had been deep and repeatedly reopened.

It was an angry red streak under my left eye.

My jaw dropped when I’d woken up to find the massive ugly mark on my face. Then the emotion set in.

I was ecstatic.

The scar was sexy yet understated; slutty yet slightly horrifying.

It made me feel dangerous.

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