Page 66 of Blood and Hexes

She closed her eyes. “Send everyone home. Wherever they belong.”

Belial tilted his head, considering the request. Then he shrugged. “Fine. Done.”

Again, he clapped his hands.

Every enemy around them was fading away, dissolving into nothing. Diana barely took the time to squeeze Belial’s hand in thanks before rushing into Skyhall.

An arrow was planted inside an old man’s throat. A young boy and two women—one ancient, one Beaufort she’d met in the past—were rushing toward the center of the room, where one woman stood, mouth gaping. She was dressed in fineries, her hair braided around her sweetheart face like a crown. Her resemblance to Eirikr was undeniable.

It had to be Aveka.

Her arms were pinned over her head by Chloe’s right hand, and her left fist was buried in the cavity of Aveka’s chest.

But just when she moved to rip it out, the self-appointed queen disappeared.

“No!” Chloe screamed.

Too late.

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