Christmas In Hell
This was a targeted, intelligent threat.
“We understand,” Damon said, his voice like flint. He pulled me closer, a silent promise of protection. “We will form the Triad.”
Lachesis gave a final, solemn nod. “Then go. The Loom frays with every moment you linger.”
In a heartbeat, the crushing pressure returned, and the Fates’ Realm dissolved. We were falling back into reality, the hum of a billion lives fading behind us. We landed softly on the plush carpet of our hotel suite in Paris, the mortal world blessedly, terrifyingly normal around us.
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