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Haunted. I could hear the rattle of the chains with every breath he took, the faint hiss where metal met magic and burned. Sweat slicked his brow, caught in the fur that lined his shoulders, and steam curled from his skin like he was some creature torn from the belly of the earth itself. And then, in the space where breath becomes prophecy, he spoke. "You smell like ruin."

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

"You have built a court from scraps and grief. I am proud." That hurt. The Gate Opener knew exactly where to press. "Release him," I said. My father's voice on every speaker was worse than possession. Possession had a face. Broadcast made him weather. I could hate weather, but I could not look it in the eye. "After the final opening, no one will need release. All gates will be one. No lost souls. No false shrines. No hungry gods fighting over candles." "No choice either." "Choice made this ruin."

The restaurant…The fire…Two years ago–the words clawed at my brain like ice picks. My knees couldn’t hold me anymore, they bucked and gave out under me. My hands, wet with sweat, slipped from the wall. I dropped to the ground. The shaky breath I had been struggling to maintain turned into silent sobs. I heard a car door slam shut some distance away, then footsteps nearing me. I didn’t bother to look up. “Well, well, well.” Sebastian cooed in a sickly sweet voice. “If it isn’t the Keira Pierre.”

I shift on my feet, my boots suddenly feeling uncomfortable. My throat dries. “I’m not asking for your life story or why you’re here,” he continues, every word coming from his mouth making me want to run. Making me want to give it all up. My heart pounds harder. How did he find out? “But I know this much,” he says. “Whatever you’re here for… it has something to do with the Dravens.” He straightens. “That means- helping me get the book from Xaden Draven shouldn’t be difficult.”

The fire has burned low in the room and the city is dark outside the window and somewhere in the merchant quarter a man with a scar is making his way through the streets toward wherever Caelan receives reports at the eleventh hour of the night. And in Riven's rooms the Goddess of Fate and the God of Sovereignty are sitting across from each other working out how to take apart something built to harm her by turning it into something that calls them both. "Show me," I say. He holds out his hand. Not for me to take. Just open. Palm up. An offering, not a demand. The God of Sovereignty showing the Goddess of Fate what his domain feels like from the inside. I put my hand over his without touching

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

she whispered, but her broken voice was still audible. “Don’t be fooled, boy,” Baron pressed. “She’s been practicing that trembling voice for years.” Hailey stared at both Alex's father and mother confused, 'what does he mean by she's a manipulator.' “ENOUGH!” The word ripped from Alex’s throat, shaking the room into silence. His fury was palpable, his presence suffocating. “How dare you,” he growled, stepping between Jenny and Baron. “How dare you speak like that, Baron Vanguard, when you yourself are the definition of a manipulator!”