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I open my mouth to stammer some kind of apology, as if anything I can say would make up for the dire end she’s about to meet… and the whole world spins.
My vision grays. A whirl of images floods my consciousness.
Stone towers. Crumpled papers. Piles of books on a table.
Spinning dresses in a rainbow of colors. A reflection preening in a mirror.
Four men. Four men standing around a desk, each of them so striking I don’t know where to look first.
One impossibly tall and brawny, with hair the same dark red as the blood I’ve been trying to stanch.
Another warm and grinning wide as his tawny hair swoops over deep green eyes.
The third with a sharply bright gaze behind the polished mask that covers most of his bronze-brown face.
The last with a wry smirk curling his rosy lips beneath the fall of his sun-kissed waves.
All of them are gazing back at me, so avidly my nerves shiver as if a bolt of lightning has crackled through me.
The bolt blazes right through my skull, hazing my mind white and then black and then?—
I drag in a hitch of breath as I come back to myself, gaping down at the woman in the silk dress.
Her eyes have hazed. Her body lies motionless, her skin waxen. Even her eyelids have frozen in place.
What under the gods’ gaze just happened?
A shout travels from somewhere down the street. Footsteps pound toward me.
My pulse stutters. I glance over the noblewoman, but death emanates from every inch of her body.
She’s gone. There’s nothing I can do for her.
I can only make sure I don’t follow the same path.
I shove to my feet and run.
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What We Have
A Shadowblood Souls bonus epilogue
Riva
We’re lounging on the cozy sofas in our apartment’s living room after dinner when Dominic’s phone rings. None of us get calls all that often, so we all watch him answer with undisguised curiosity. Even Snowball, the cat who’s claimed us as hers over the past few years, lifts her furry white head from where she was cuddling on Griffin’s lap.
Dom clearly wasn’t expecting the call. There’s a puzzled note in his voice when he says, “Hello?”
As he responds to the person on the other end with a vague, “Oh,” “Yes,” and “Of course,” a furrow digs deeper into his forehead.
When he hangs up, Andreas has already arched his eyebrows. “What was that about?”
Dom looks at us, his expression somber. “Rollick is sending his jet for me. He wants me at the landing field in an hour. He didn’t say why.”
A thread of tension squeezes my chest. We’ve gotten all sorts of help from the demon, including this lovely apartment, but he doesn’t generally askusfor anything.
“Why just you?” Jacob demands, frowning.
