s*x in death
I could feel the King of Sorrows retreating, weakened by the Priest’s light, but I could also feel the Priest’s killing intent growing.
The Priest raised the mace for the final blow. The air around the weapon began to hum, the light turning a blinding, lethal violet.
But I didn't look at the Priest. I looked at the shadows behind him.
The nine other Elowens—the ghosts of my past lives—were no longer chanting. They were moving. They crawled out of the darkness, their broken limbs snapping and popping as they surrounded the Priest. They weren't the beautiful women they had once been; they were the versions of me that Julian had destroyed. One had a purple ring around her neck. Another had a ho