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My mates fell silent while I continued puzzling out her intentions and desires.
“She wanted me to push power to the funnel inside me. But in case I didn’t, she’d left me with another obvious option—Vita. A booksheintroduced me to. She might not have coaxed those figments, but she would have found a way to ensure that book ended up in my lap.”
Which explained why it was always showing up in unexpected places.
“She told the book which images to show me. Though, I think Vita had been trying to communicate with me, too. But Vivaxia orchestrated it all.”
Turning me into her own little puppet.
Her personal siphon.
“But I wasn’t the heart of her plan,” I went on. “I was simply one of her many layers.”
Just like Typhos had said—Vivaxia favoredlayers, her strategy superior because of it.
“Pushing all that energy into Vita overpowered the funnel she’d left inside of it, which was just one of the many facets in her overall endgame,” I concluded. “She played us all. But she lost because she lacked heart.” And as I now knew, that was the key to maintaining the Source’s light.
Caring for others was a pivotal part of ensuring that the power survived. Because souls and desires were what energized the core. One must love and be loved to manage such vitality.
That’d been Typhos’s greatest weakness on the opposite end of the spectrum. He was so cherished and admired that he had too many souls to care for on his own, his Source growing wildly out of control as a result.
Bringing the brides tipped him over, his spirit taking on more burden and responsibility than one heart could manage.
But now he had a circle. He hadme. And together, we would ensure his Source’s vitality and strength.
There might be more power-hungry fae in the future, beings like Vivaxia who desired to take rather than give. However, they wouldn’t stand a chance against us.
Because we ruled with love.
And love was the greatest power of all…
EPILOGUE
CAMI
One Month Later
Ichose a dark red dress.
With no undergarments.
Because I knew exactly what Melek wanted to do when this coronation ceremony ended. I’d heard him planning it for weeks, his mind weaving knots and ribbon all around me.
He fully intended to present me as a gift to Typhos tonight. And I was very much going to let him.
The prince in question came up behind me and placed a kiss against my neck as his arms encircled my waist. “Have I told you how beautiful you are, little angel?” he asked, his voice soft against my ear.
I smiled. “A few times tonight,” I replied. “But you can say it again.”
“You’re stunning,” he whispered, kissing me once more. “And you’re going to look even more stunning in about thirty minutes when I strip that dress off of you.”
A shiver traversed my spine. “You say the sweetest things to me.”
He chuckled, then moved to my side to survey the room with me. Ajax and Az were with Typhos, the three of them on a stage with several of Typhos’s lieutenants and a handful of Hellhounds.
One of those Hellhounds was Payan. He looked particularly uncomfortable, mostly because he’d fallen victim to Vivaxia’s control. And he’d nearly gotten Typhos killed as a result.
Fortunately for him, the Hell Fae King was understanding.
