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Shaking her head, Vee curled her lips in disgust. “I’m aWolf. Witches destroyed this city. Witches are the ones with their boots on our necks, holding us down while we starve. I’m not one of them. I’ll never be one of them.”

Kallista huffed a small laugh.

“What do you think that power is, that you tried wielding against me, hm?” she asked, quirking a brow.

If she was trying to get a rise out of her, it didn’t work. Vee simply smiled, all irritation gone from her voice in an instant.

“It’smine, is what it is. I don’t care where it came from. It’smine.”

A sound filled the air, like metal twisting. Someone was coming up the ladder. Alice and the last Queen’s Blade moved aside, careful not to move closer and risk Vee’s wrath, as someone emerged.

Someone with blood-red hair.

Vee threw back her head and laughed.

“Oh, you’re all really fucked, now, you know that?” she asked Kallista, grinning widely. “You might not be scared of me, Demon, but you should be scared of her.”

Amalia watched in horror as Fey, her mother’s murderer—her Broken Blade—stepped onto the roof.

Chapter 67

FEY

Fey took in the scene quickly as Jasper scrambled up the ladder behind her. Kallista and her sisters were already here, and thankfully, it looked like no one had been killed. Yet.

Her eyes narrowed when she looked across the roof and saw…

The princess?

What was she doing here?

“Fey,” Vivian said, excitedly, grinning at her. Fey’s heart sank as she stared across the roof at the young girl. A part of her had hoped she had been wrong. That they would find someone else,anyone elseon the rooftop waiting for them. “I knew you would come. I knew you’d help.”

“Took you long enough,” Alice grumbled. Joy reached out, fingers wrapping around Fey’s hand and giving her a comforting squeeze.

Vivian saw. Eyes locked on Joy’s hand, her face fell, that smile slipping away in horror.

“You came here with them,” she murmured, almost in disbelief, as her eyes drifted up to stare at Fey. “You didn’t come here to help me, did you? You came here to stop me.”

“I came here to stop you from making an even bigger mistake,” Fey insisted. “Listen to me, Vivian. You can let this go. Lethergo.”

Rage. Cold, dangerous rage flooded those green eyes. Those eyes so like Jasper’s.

“Let it go?” Vee asked, voice icy. “How… How can you take their side? After everything they’ve done?”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side?—”

A sharp scream burst from Amalia, and her back arched painfully as she twisted under Vee’s control.

“You are taking their side,” Vee shrieked. She didn’t even look at Amalia as she twisted her body unnaturally far, her eyes burning into Fey’s instead. “How could you? You were the one who took them down in the first place. We had a chance, Fey.You gave us a chance! A chance to make it all better, a chance to take power for those who’ve never had any. Those who have been left behind, who have been hurt for all these years under the Queen. To make it better.”

Her voice was breaking, pained. She sounded desperate. And desperation made people dangerous.

Fey tried again.

“The council is trying to make it better,” Fey started to tell her. “They’re?—”

Vee growled. “They’re nothing but puppets for the Witch Faction to control. What has changed? What has gotten better, for any of us?”

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