No matter how true the bitch’s words ring. Jett’s long gone and I’m still sitting there, staring at the place where she disappeared, my head pounding. My bride. It never occurred to me that the warning could have been about love as easily as death. I look down at the runes marked into my skin and curse, getting to my feet, pushing the ache in my chest aside. None of that matters. Seph is dead and so is any future we might have had. Jett is still the one who put a sword in her sister’s back. Which means I’m still going to kill her. Her and Cerunnos. I don’t know why the bastard has put off punishing me for my betrayal, but he’s made one hell of a critical error. I look in the mirror on the wall. Frost is creeping around its edges, turning my reflection to ice. I close my eyes, breathing deeply. When I open them again, the frost is gone and beads of water slide down the glass. It’s time.
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