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Ice cold, just like Vivaxia’s heart,I thought as my teeth chattered, and I glanced up at a broken sky while I stumbled into a run.
Literally broken, because cracks formed over the surface of the paradigm as if it was about to split apart.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I forced power into my legs and continued running, because the Nightmare Fae were still on my heels.
All of them.
I tried to shadow to put some distance between them, but my magic sputtered around me and vibrated like opposing magnets trapped inside an iron spindle.
The throb from the wound across my thigh burned like frost, making my extremities go numb.
This wasn’t like any Naga poison I’d ever encountered.
Because it’s not poison,I thought as my vision started to turn an odd shade of brilliant white.It’s her.
Vivaxia wasn’t just finding a way into the realm; she was digging into the minds of innocent Nightmare Fae and trying to break us all apart.
Starting with Cami and her mates. I suspected the rest was just a bonus.
Killing the brides would set Lucifer back centuries.
Undermining me as Warden would be an embarrassment and seed further distrust and chaos.
This was how she won, by dismantling everything Lucifer had built.
By attacking his heart.
I was a part of that heart now, whether I was ready for it or not. I was mated to Az, making me indirectly part of Lucifer’s inner circle.
I might not be able to feel Az, but he was still there. Just like Cami was on the other side of the invisible barrier that was choking the life out of this paradigm. It wanted to keep me apart from her, to suffocate me, but there was one problem with that.
You don’t understand the power of love, Vivaxia.
A strange sense of peace settled over me as I managed to summon one more defensive barrier. Even while Nightmare Fae corralled around me, hissing, and threatening to overcome me, nothing would take that truth away.
I thought I had understood love, experienced it, even, but it was nothing like the real thing.
Camillia was my heart and soul, and the entire power of Heaven and Hell couldn’t keep us apart.
I looked up as if drawn to the paradigm’s ceiling by instinct. The brilliant white light spreading across the sky wasn’t just the invading magic that seared through my veins.
It was love itself.
Glass and sizzling gold stars broke through the cage surrounding the paradigm, and beyond the chasm was Cami’s love radiating through.
Melek held her as he spread his impressive wings, making it seem like Camillia was the one who flew through the sky.
Like an angel.
My angel.
Our angel, a voice seemed to say as the vibrant sky slowly turned black.
And the feral fae attacked.
CHAPTER 22
CAMI
