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That soft part of me throbbed, panging with loss.
This is why I don’t want to care. Why I don’t want to feel.
Yet I seemed incapable of achieving even that.
Because I’m a failure.
I always fail.
And now… now I’ve failed someone who could have meant something. Someone who deserved so much better.
I’m sorry, Camillia.“So fucking sorry.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
CAMI
A HALF HOUR EARLIER
Hell Fae Rule#7: When You Can’t Win a Fight, Run into the Shadows.
Except, as I quickly scanned the area, I didn’t see any sort of shadow or a single place to hide.
Only lava pits.
And the illuminated path.
And, of course, a scattering of enraged Centaurs trying to maul us all.
Running straight into the crowd of females, I opted for safety in numbers.
The Centaurs roared in unison as they kept on my tail. One glance over my shoulder assured me I wasn’t going to outrun these assholes.
Fuck, they’re fast.
I was stronger than my mortal counterparts, but I was still half-human. That meant I couldn’t keep up this burst of speed for very long.
Sucking in another gulp of stale, heated air, my lungs struggled to process the oxygen from the environment. What little there was of it.
I considered using one of Melek’s spells to alter the composition of the atmosphere around me but decided against it.
He was probably hoping I’d be desperate enough to make use of his help. He seemed to be using me as some sort of pawn in a game between him and the most powerful fae I’d ever met.
And Lucifer was not someone I wanted to piss off, something I had already somehow managed to do by just existing. Well, maybe because I’d seen through his mirage. But that had been a result of Melek’s interference.
I didn’t want to repeat that mistake now.
So no spells.
Just running.
Except… hmm… Is that…?
A shimmering magic hummed through the air, something similar to the one I’d noticed in the arena.A mirage…? What’s it hiding?
I started toward it on instinct, my feet moving across the jagged landscape as I tried not to stumble in my inappropriate running shoes. With my luck, the heel would wedge itself in the rocks and cause me to trip and fall.
But I couldn’t worry about that now. I had to push. To run. To escape the horde of snarling beasts behind me.
