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CHAPTER 14: THE BLOOD PRICE POV: Daemon | Dawn, Day 6 They were still tangled together when the door exploded inward. Daemon had perhaps three seconds of warning the scrape of a boot on stone that didn't match Cassian's breathing, the shift of air that meant someone had found the passage and then Rowan was there, sword drawn, face carved from ash and terrible knowledge. "Get up," Rowan said. No Your Majesty. No deference. Just the voice of a man who had seen too much and had no time left for performance. "Get dressed. Both of you. Now."

With those final words, I yanked the wedding ring off my finger and flung it at Nolan with all the force I could muster. "Hah. Alright, then," said Nolan, nodding. He tossed a check onto the coffee table like it was nothing. "Here's fifteen thousand. Take it and get out!" The moment my fingers brushed the check, Lena let out a sharp cry. "Ugh, my chest... It's so tight..." She crumpled, falling right into Nolan's arms. Nolan's face twisted with shock, and he swatted my hand away like I was a pest. The check drifted down, landing in an ashtray brimming with cigarette butts, instantly ruined.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

At the center, resting atop a stone pedestal, is a jagged crown—half bone, half scorched gold, smoldering with silent flame. Ceres (awestruck): "That's it…" Lady Ilven (reverently): "The Crown of Flame and Bone. Forged in dragonfire. Tempered with the blood of the first Umbra king. It can only be worn by a rightful heir." Guard (low voice): "It looks like it's… alive." Indeed, the crown pulses faintly as if breathing. Ceres: "Why bring me here?" I'm not here to rule. I want answers." Lady Ilven (approaching the pedestal):

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

Sephora squeezed his hand, "And if I'm to be stuck baby-sitting the Lords of Igritann, you're going down with me." A familiar face now walked up onto the wooden platform. His dark skin glowing in the sun, his kind eyes shining with pride, both at his new King and Queen and at the master-piece he now held in his hands. Mathew presented Ambrose and Sephora with a pair of crowns. One was gold with what looked like the peaks of a mountain, and the other, looked like the sweeping golden wings of a pheonix. Sephora had asked the blacksmith to make them a couple of hours after she'd sent the letter. Ambrose huffed a laugh at the sight of the crowns, resting his forehead against Sephora's with adora

The crowner walked towards us and bowed to both of us. "As of today, I have been invited by the Alpha to do what my ancestors have always done and has been passed down to me over the years." The crowner began and signaled to his servant to bring the crown which was made of raw gold and was glittering even in the dark while it rested on the pillow. "Finally, my girl is turning into a woman." Nolly laughed out loud. "And that is why I will ask this question to everyone standing right here." The crowner looked around.

There's been a lot of questions about the special edition books for the Buttons Series as well as the Barsetti Vineyards merch, so let me explain. I'll be launching a Kickstarter in July where you can get these sexy-as-fuck special edition, annotated paperbacks lined with foil, with monochrome chapter headings, and the things you want most of all -- bonus content. I've written 60k words of bonus content across these books. A long prologue that shows Crow's life before Vanessa died AND a new epilogue that follows Crow and Pearl when Tristan comes back for an unexpected visit. There's also my annotations, where I spill all the tea about writing these books. I know you guys have been in love wi