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“He released them.”
“What?” Logan asked
“Kaden released the ones responsible with no protection. He wants her to kill, to feed until she is no more, and then I feel his hope is she will have no one to turn to but him—another sick way to have her back. He is hoping I will be the king of legends. The slayer of monsters and beasts, protector of realms and worlds, but she is my…” I stopped, unable to say the words.
“I know.”
Of course, Logan knew. He knew me better than most and was the closest thing I would ever have to a brother.
“If you knew there was even a slim chance of saving the one you cared for, you’d take it too, correct? Any means necessary? Regardless of title?”
Logan glanced at me as if what I’d said was absurd. “Of course. No second thought.”
“Vincent may agree now, but… No matter what happens, what I dictate, you have my back, correct?”
“You never have to ask. Never.”
I nodded once more.
“If there were even a fraction of a chance to save Neverra, I would take it.”
I swallowed, placing my hand on my forehead, a headache growing behind my eyes. “We will. We can do both. Save Neverra, Dianna, and the world.”
Logan managed to force a smile, even if I could not.
Eight
Dianna. One Month Later.
My thumb ran over the cold metal of the lock as it solidified in my hand. I glanced up as another row of chains scraped across the wood. The door bulged, loud thumps coming from the other side. I snapped the lock closed, wiped my hands on my pants, and turned away, heading down the hall. The murmurs behind the door grew quiet as I rounded the corner.
“You’re running out of time.” Gabby’s voice filtered through the living room.
I reached down and grabbed a brush from the rectangular bin on the floor. I dipped it into the paint before stepping up next to her.
“What?” I asked, sliding the brush against the wall, the thick white coat erasing the thin, torn wallpaper.
This house was older and definitely needed work, but it was ours. Our first real place since Eoria, and the first thing I spent money on after killing a syndicate Kaden needed gone.
“We don’t have long left to decorate.” She glanced at me with streaks of white paint on her face, hands, and clothes. She lowered her brush and smiled at me, her loose pigtails dancing around her shoulders, pieces of hair sticking out around the edge of her face. “You know those months when Onuna is farthest from the sun? It’s always been my favorite. I love the Celebration of the Fall.”
I snorted, rolling my eyes as I leaned down to add paint to my brush. We had already replaced the flooring and kitchen. Now, the last task was to paint the walls. The living room was the largest and the room we’d saved for last. “You would like the bitter cold.”
“Not just the cold, but I love the lights and the music.”
“Mm-hmm and it has nothing to do with the gifts?” I looked at her, raising a single brow.
Her grin reached her eyes as she shook her head, shrugging. “Okay, fine, I mean, I like that too, but it’s just the months of happiness for me.”
I bumped my shoulder against hers. “I know, I know. You know I just like giving you a hard time.”
She reached down and grabbed the paintbrush, preparing to paint the other end of the wall. “I can’t believe it. After this, we will be done. I feel like we have been working on this house forever, but at least it’s ours. Our first real home since... everything.” She shrugged, her eyes darting away.
“It’s ours.” I smiled back. “And I will make sure no one finds it or can take it away.”
She smiled, setting her brush down as I did mine. She placed her hands on her hips, staring at the part of the wall we had completed. I leaned closer to her and reached out to trace the letters into the wet paint.
“What are you doing?” Gabby asked.
