The Immortal Circus: Final Act (Cirque Des Immortels) - Plot & Excerpts
I ask. “Kingston’s still alive? How is that possible? I saw him die. I drank his fucking blood!” She dismisses it all with a wave of her hand. “Immortal doesn’t mean always alive,” she says coolly. “It simply means we cannot die. There is a distinct difference.” But I don’t hear anything she’s saying. The world around me goes dark; my knees slam on the stone floor, but I don’t really feel it—I’m not even there. I’m back in the cell in Oberon’s dungeons, watching Oberon slit Kingston’s throat. I’m there, feeling Kingston’s warm blood spill across my hands. Feeling Melody tip the vial of his blood down my throat. There are tears in my eyes, and I don’t know if they’re memory or immediate, but the ache in my heart is all too real. I saw him die. I saw him die because of me. But it’s not just that; it’s all the rest—everything he said before he was killed, the admission that he had magically manipulated my feelings at first, the promise that his love for me was never an illusion.
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