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"Let her watch the lowlands drown from her seat." ​The grand throne room is a landscape of humiliation. ​The high, cracked glass windows look out over a lower courtyard that is entirely consumed by fire and blood, the black liquid shadow of Clyde’s wolf-spirit thrashing against a sea of western iron below. I am shoved onto the cold obsidian throne, my silver-cuffed wrists resting heavily on the stone armrests, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the silver poison burns through my skin. ​Diana paces before the dais, her grey silk kirtle trailing in the dust, her eyes fixed on the low, beautiful curve of my stomach. Malakai’s spies were thorough; she knows exactly why my fire is broken

The glass turned to dust, falling through my fingers like sand. ​"They were the best we had," Victoria said from the doorway. She looked pale, her confidence finally starting to crack. "If they couldn't bring her back, then the stories are true. She’s changing too fast, Alaric. She’s becoming something we can't control." ​"She was never something we could control," I said. I turned to look at her, my eyes a dark, swirling amber. "She is a Sterling. And now she is a Thorne. She has the fire of both houses in her blood. Of course she is winning."

“That ends now.” She pointed to a northern ruin “The next god doesn’t rise from ash. It rises from glass.” Theron frowned. “And how do you know that?” Liora looked at her wrist, The mark shimmered again, And in her mind seven thrones flickered. Only one remained lit The Glass Crown. Suddenly A scout burst through the doors. “Report from Blackpine!” he gasped. “They’re under attack from within.” “By who?” Auren asked. The scout trembled. “By a woman with Kael’s eyes.”

Or smirk, I don’t know. Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking “my grandson is hot af, isn’t he?” kind of a smirk. Jane, the High Priestess and doggie’s grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show “Game of Thrones”. I haven’t yet watched the eighth season because I couldn’t find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge “Sex and the City”.

As she passed, the rotating shards of glass trailed her, a halo of lethal, reflective teeth. She stopped before the throne”the high, gothic seat of power where the Vampire Council had sat for centuries, orchestrating the slow, calculated harvest of the city. She reached out, her fingers elongating, the skin splitting to reveal the synthetic silver filaments that now pulsed with a rhythmic, heartbeat-like violet light. With a flick of her wrist, she tore the throne from its foundations.

“You did what?! Alex wouldn’t like this.” I nodded. “Hear me out.” She was already getting paranoid. She nodded. “Go on, I’m listening, even though I will never support the fact that you’re over meddling in these kids affairs– You have to understand that they are adults and can make decisions for themselves.” “Shit– hear me out, Vera.” I uttered. “This girl is a Thrones.” “What Thrones?” Vera asked, stepping closer to me. I shook my head. “The same Thrones. She is the late Alpha Throne’s only child.”

“And if you had, I would have ended you too. Don’t think for a second I would’ve mistaken you for anyone else, before I started harboring feelings.” I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze with a smirk tugging at my lips. “You still wouldn’t have. Katherine was ready to cover for me, as long as it gave her the chance to step into my place. Everyone wants a piece of my throne, Thorne. The only difference is I’ll burn them all before I give it up. I'm back for good.” Suddenly, the light flickered, first once, then again. A sharp crack of electricity sparked near the ceiling, and in the next breath, everything went black.

The sound of clinking glasses filled the room. “You’re all here! Welcome back, my princess and my lovely grandchildren,” said Vernon with a smile. “I have an important announcement to make regarding my decision to step down from the throne. It gives me great pleasure to congratulate my only grandson, who will take over my position when he comes of age.” He smiled again. “I must say, he possesses an exceptional intellect, surpassing even that of his mother and grandfathers.” They applauded and turned to Agustin, who was simply observing them. Vernon nodded at Agustin and raised his glass.