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The stone pulsed back to life in my palm, surprising me, as it’d been dead moments ago.
But it felt very much alive right now.
And it was trying to tell me something.
Energy hummed inside me. Energy I recognized. Energy that came from mymates.
Not the rock.
However, the stone shot a similar jolt up my arm to meet the power warming my being.
Vivaxia said something about giving it my best shot, but I ignored her and instead focused on the competing energies inside me.
My mates were empowering me. I could feel them deep inside. That pulse to my heart before had been them. And something about it had triggered Typhos’s memory.
Or… or maybe that had been the death stone.
It’s a siphon. Typhos is a siphon. I’m a siphon.
It was all related.
My mates were sending power into Typhos, and it was coming directly to me.Via the Source.
Such a convoluted mess of power, but it allowed me to see and feel so much. It granted me the keys to my kingdom. My realm.As the Hell Fae Queen.
Vivaxia sat on the throne, looking regal as fuck, likely feeling as though she’d already won. Because all these beings were under her spell, their souls tied to hers as she forced them to do her bidding.
But what happens when the strings are cut?I wondered, stroking her power.What happens when a siphon swallows the spell whole?
I canted my head, just like she’d done countless times in Typhos’s memories, and even in my own. “You made a mistake, Vivaxia,” I told her. “And that mistake is going to unravel thousands of years of planning.”
My words were intentional, my power already seeking out every strand she’d woven through this realm. Every hint of magic that didn’t belong. Every speck of vitality that belonged toher.
“Oh?” she asked, leaning forward. “Do share.”
“I’m not yours,” I said simply.
Then I yanked on her ribbons, my siphoning ability fully engaged.
Her enchantment began to fray at the edges.
And in a blink, her sinister web started tounravel.
CHAPTER 42
TYPHOS
My eyes flew open as power rippled all around me. Through me.Inside me.
“Camillia,” I breathed, sitting up and nearly knocking heads with Melek. He was quick, though, jumping back with Azazel and Ajax, the three of them kneeling around me. “What the fuck is going on?” The question came out as a rasp, one that had my brows drawing downward.
Then a pang went through my head as a screech rent the air.
A furious. Feminine.Screech.
“Fuck,” I muttered, grabbing my head. It sounded like a Banshee. Except it wasn’t. It wasVivaxia.
I could sense her everywhere. In my head. My soul. My heart.My realm.
