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Despite my desperate brain wracking to the contrary, by the time I was led, head down, before the queen again, hating the sight of her ugly pavilion, her hideous throne, her smiling face, I had nothing new to try. No last-minute plan. No Syd to save the day. Nada. Zipperino. I was about to lose Shaylee and there was nothing I could do about it. "You've decided?" Aoilainn leaned forward in her throne, eager, a silken spider weaving threads of lies and falsehood around her. There was a time I thought the vampire Queens evil. They had nothing on the false beauty and deceit of the Seelie Queen. Sydlynn, Shaylee sent when I hesitated. Please, you must let me go.

My head shifts slightly, "Gather." Immediately the Black Death disentergrates into a cloud that rumbles like wind blowing past me and the shadow, whisking through the strands of my hair and robe, a deadly wind, but I stand still as it, even as with incredible speed it breaks out of the throne room, racing past the shadow of Shade who doesn't as much as blink as it storms past. It can not harm her.

I uncork it. The light leaps, not silver, not gold. Crimson. It spills like smoke into the air, forming the image of my mother. But she’s not alone, behind her stands a man in a black crown with eyes made of shadow. Cloak made of storm. And in her voice, faint, breaking, she whispers: “If they ever find her... tell her to run. Not from the Queen. Not from the wolves. But from him.” The shadow-king looks at me like he sees me and smiles.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“I can’t…I can’t quite promise that.” As Mahl turns back to him, confused and wary, Auden begins to explain what he can of what he has planned for this afternoon. Auden just hopes that, when the time comes, Everleigh will be able to adapt. _________________________________________ I groan and turn over in my bed when a knocking sound wakes me from a deep sleep. Blinking, not really comprehending what’s going on yet, I stare at the little inner door of the Queen’s chamber reserved for trusted servants. It creaks open suddenly, making me jump a little, and a young woman peeks her head inside.

" Alley whispered. Her eyes were wide and I looked to see what she was looking at and there stood a very broad man, long black hair greased back, black and red eyes, his skin was way too pale for the living. Standing next to him was a petite looking woman, she was more clean cut but still looked like she was going to croak at any minute. "That must be his king and queen." I whispered watching as the memory played on. There were hundreds of infected vampires standing around and he was yelling something. "How can we hear what he is saying?" I asked. "Let's get a little closer.'' Alley replied holding on to my hand tightly. The closer we got the more I could hear him, "The false queen has a new

“When I used the magic. Shadows with eyes like mirrors. They weren’t alive, Kael. They were bound and controlled.” He nodded grimly. “The Shadow doesn’t use wolves. It breaks them.” The truth in his tone chilled me. “So that’s what they want, to turn us like them.” “No,” Kael said quietly. “They want you.” The rain fell harder now, washing blood from the leaves. Lightning flared across the clouds, and for a moment, Kael’s face was illuminated in stark silver light. He looked almost otherworldly and maybe he was. “They think the queen’s return will end them,” he continued. “If you are her… then they’ll do everything to stop the prophecy before it completes.”

he said softly, “she’s awakened. The one you warned me about.” The shadows responded, coiling up from the cracks in the floor until they formed a faint silhouette — a woman’s shape, tall and regal, her eyes like twin eclipses. “Then the time draws near,” the voice whispered through his mind. “The Silver Queen rises, but she does not yet see. The bond you share is her weakness. Use it.” Lucian bowed his head, though his tone was edged with defiance. “And what happens if I fail?” The shadow’s smile was slow and merciless. “Then she will destroy you. And through you, all that remains of the night.”

The look in her eyes said everything—I was Ravencrest City's biggest joke. Everyone knew my story. The powerful Blackwood pack heiress who'd thrown herself at a man so completely that she bore his child without even receiving the basic respect of being marked as his mate. I snatched the guest list from her hands and tore it into confetti without bothering to read a single name. "I'm not a member of Shadow Pack, and Damien has never paid me a salary. Pack business should be handled by your precious Luna!" I needed air. I needed to escape the suffocating walls of this place that had never truly been my home.

Inside was another scrap of parchment, the ink faded but the words burning with a familiar fire. The King eats the light, but the Spire remembers the Queens. I am the third. He thinks the ritual is his, but the pleasure is the key. If you can hold your heart while your body burns, you can turn the siphon. Find the others. Find the Shadow in the walls. > The Shadow in the walls. I tucked the note into the bodice of the dress, the paper scratching against my skin. I wasn't just a prize. I was part of a lineage.