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I smirked up at him evilly and patted his arm. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks.”

He looked worried.

But Orion opened his mouth before he could argue, and together we unleashed our powers.

A blizzard rolled in.

Fae charged forward but ice spread through the halls and froze them in their tracks. Their eyes widened with surprise then went blank as I tapped my staff and ice cut them to pieces.

Word spread and the fae stopped running toward me, but away from me when they saw me coming down the hall.

I chucked my head back and laughed.

The power intoxicating as I tapped my staff and eviscerated them.

Five men walked behind me with knives drawn like avenging angels ready to protect their woman if I needed their help.

I didn’t.

Forty minutes later, I walked through the ice-coated atrium and collapsed onto the seat of death with a smirk.

I raised my staff and slotted it in the arm holder.

The skull on top matched the black skulls that covered the throne.

It was a perfect fit.

I exhaled as I took in the body parts of the slain challengers that covered the floor of the throne room.

I didn’t feel bad for them.

Okay, I felt a little bad, but I was really not trying to think about it.

Instead, I focused on the high of victory.

My mates kicked the downed bodies with vicious satisfaction as they walked toward me with proud smirks on their faces.

Palace aides filtered back inside the castle, staring at me in awe as they took in the carnage. An enchanted broadcast stone floated overhead.

The fae realm got the first glimpse at their new leader.

Days later, I found out that the broadcast had record turnout, and afterward they’d held a realm-wide poll. My approval rating was above one hundred percent because some people had voted multiple times.

The realm was delighted to see their favorite fae princess as a powerful queen. The pundits were quick to claim that they’d been the first to recognize my strength as a child. They wrote that I was the strongest water fae the realm had ever known. They speculated my half-angel heritage made me invincible.

I let them have their delusion because I was a merciful ruler.

Mother had been wrong—I was stronger than she could have ever imagined. Stronger than she ever was.

Because the seat of death was mine, and I didn’t want it.

Chapter 70

Jinx

SECRETS

Theomania (noun): religious madness in which the patient believes that he is the Deity.

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