Page 83 of Premonition of Peace

Oh my gods. Was I having a heart attack? Sweat slicked my skin, mixing with the dirt and debris. I dropped to my knees, blinded by the pain.

But I felt it. The second Peace left us.

The moment The Morrigan killed her.

I don’t know how, but the pain that went through me at her loss . . . it was visceral. Somehow deeper than the others. It’s like each piece she took from me left my heart hollow and my mind splintered like the wood beneath my knees.

She was chipping away at my defenses. Taking us down one by one.

Pretty soon there would be nothing left.

Just shattered glass and an empty house of horrors.

My body seized. I fell sideways. My head cracked against the floor.

Stars danced in my vision.

Then it cleared and there she was, wiping her dirty foot across my cheek.

“Admit it, little witch. Try as you might, I will always win. It would be better if you surrendered. I could make it painless. The rest of you don’t have to suffer if you choose wisely.”

“Never,” I spat as best as I could between gritted teeth. Morgan Le Fay tutted like I was an errant child doing something naughty.

“Very well. Just remember, I gave you a choice. That’s more than either of your sister’s had.”

She lifted her hand, and I instinctively knew it was the end. She’d obliterate me. She would have full control of my body, and my magic. It was over.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I waited.

I silently said my goodbyes to the men I loved.

To Piper and the kids.

Ronan would save them. I took solace in that.

He would come through.

Then, so softly I almost missed it, a low chuckle sounded behind me.

My heart felt as though it had jumped into my throat.

The Morrigan cocked her head. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because,” Rage murmured, “it’s my turn.”

Glass lifted from the ground. A cold wind swept through the house. There was no sky above us. No demons or gods that could hear us. Yet, I felt a darkness within her—within me—that I’d never touched before.

They say you should never take blood from more than one demon. That the results could be catastrophic. Morgan Le Fay had defied that. But she wasn’t the only one.

Ronan. Piper. Lucifer.

I may have been born a witch with weak chaos magic.

But I was not weak.

Not anymore.

I just needed to hit rock bottom to see it. Seeher.

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