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I stared at her. Studied her elegantly beautiful face. Her alluring features. Her familiarity.Her cruel eyes.
Vivaxia,I repeated to myself.Vivaxia… Vivaxia…My eyes widened. “Vivaxia.”
The Virtuous Fae who had caused Lucifer to fall.
The Virtuous Fae who had treated Az like apet.
I recognized her through my mate. Or perhaps both Az and the Hell Fae King. Maybe even through Lucifer’s book, Vita.
Regardless of the source, I knew exactly who this bitch was, my soul knowing her dark presence on nearness alone.
Oh, hell no.
“I’llneverfucking apologize to you,” I spat, furious as all the pieces finally clicked together. As all my memories hit me at once. As everything I’d just been through slammed into my mind and heart andsoul.
I wanted to kill this female instead.
Rip her apart.
Shred. Her. To. Fucking. Pieces.
I rushed her, my palms outstretched as I screamed in fury at everything she’d done to Az. At everything she’d done to Lucifer.
Only to hit an invisible wall.
She tsked. “That’s not polite, Camillia. I gave you life and purpose, and this is how you thank me?”
“Thank you?” I nearly laughed. “I want to fucking kill you.”
She rolled her eyes like I was an annoying gnat. Then she flicked her wrist and sent me sailing across the too-white road into the side of a building.
Silver ropes appeared, binding me before I could move.
Then the mirage around us faded to reveal the truth.
No more clean lines. No more blue sky. No more green grass.
Instead, all I saw was gray.
Smoke. Pollution. A world tinted by a blacked-out sun.
And before me was a woman with storm clouds for eyes, her turmoil a presence that existed all around us.
My mother cowered nearby, her expression oddly panicked.
But the female in front of me was all regal elegance, her features exuding boredom.
“All right, Camillia. I can see you require a lesson in respecting your elders.” A feather appeared in her hand, her manicured fingers stroking the golden edge. “So let’s begin, shall we?”
CHAPTER 16
MELEK
Unease wound through me as I stepped through the library’s double doors. I paused once inside, allowing the cooler air from the cathedral-like ceiling to drift down.
The lower temperatures were from the figments. They giggled and whispered but didn’t speak directly to me.
