HIS REJECTED GODDESS
But sitting on the stone steps of the palace, surrounded by hundreds of Keepers, was Valerius.
The old mapmaker stood up as I dismounted. The dark iron ring on his finger was glowing with a brilliant, steady blue light.
Valerius walked down the steps and grabbed my shoulders, his blue eyes searching my face.
"You didn't just turn the lights back on, Jace," Valerius whispered, his voice vibrating with absolute awe. "You changed the voltage."
"It's the magma, Valerius," I said, wincing as his grip pressed against my broken ribs. "The earth refused our peace. It demands a heartbeat."
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