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“I can’t let you do this alone,” Medusa protested.
What was I going to do? Fly across the world, scouring every inch of it until I found him?
Yes. Yes, I would. I had to. I needed him, and the world did too.
The future loomed as a curtain of doom, ready to fall, to smother me in sorrow. I couldn’t have that. Paris Raine had to live for me to kiss again. For me to hold, to smell, to be burned again and again by the beautiful ferocity of his spark.
My spark in the dark…
These feelings were a fool’s game for sure, but they were my feelings to bear, not for a monstrous deity to take away. He’d already stolen enough from me, broken my heart beyond measure. He wouldn’t have anything else. Not the world, not vampires, and not Paris.
Rage boiled inside me. The mere thought of losing anyone else tightened my muscles.
“Leave,” I demanded, voice throbbing with authority.
Medusa backed away. I didn’t mean to scare her, but time raced on ahead of us. This wasn’t up for debate.
She opened a portal.
“I will contact you once I find him.”
“Okay,” she answered, voice quavering.
Elio bowed his head in respect.
I watched them leave, letting wrath take me over while still granting me reasonable control.
Emergency services were almost here.
A guard approached me. “Majesty? Shouldn’t you be seeking shelter?”
Ignoring him, I took to the skies.
I will find you.
I will find you.
I will find you.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
PARIS
After I came back to life again, Aidan went for his next attempt at killing me for good.
Ugh.
My spine broke on an icy rock as I bounced down the mountainside, leaving me paralyzed.
But the head injury I also endured soon took me out.
I came back to life next to the rock, shivering on my back.
Fuck this.
“Still didn’t work?” Aidan bellowed from above me.
I glanced up and saw the fucker on a thin ledge, his long gray coat flapping in the wind.
