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The throbbing pain in my throat was fading, and I no longer felt the flames
of red-hot agony burning through my body.
Despite the warmth and humidity of Dalos, the City of the Gods, I was
now cold—colder than I’d ever been. I thought maybe I was fading because
my vision was flickering in and out. I tried to focus on the open doors of the
circular chamber I’d awakened in after the Shadowlands siege—in a cage
I had thought I’d seen a large wolf standing there. A wolf more silver
A wolf I’d known in my heart and soul was him: the Asher, the One
who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls, and the Primal God of Common
Men and Endings. The ruler of the Shadowlands.
He’d never confirmed that he could shift forms, but I knew it was my
Primal of Death. And when I saw the wolf, I’d thought he’d come for me.
That I would see him, touch him one last time, have the chance to tell him
once more that I loved him. That I’d get to say goodbye on my terms.
But I didn’t see him in the doorway now.
He wasn’t there.
What if he’d never been there?
The arms around me tightened, making my sluggish heart race. Kolis,
the false King of Gods, still held me, likely reeling from the realization of
who was in his embrace—who he’d fed on.
“Is it truly you?” Kolis’s voice was no louder than a sigh. Tears
dampened my cheeks. Were they mine? His? “My love?”
I shuddered. Gods, Ash had been wrong when he said I may feel fear
but am never afraid. Because the sound of Kolis simply speaking brought
an avalanche of terror. It didn’t matter that it was only Sotoria’s soul inside
me. That I wasn’t her, and she wasn’t me. He terrified both of us.
Two leather-clad legs suddenly appeared in my line of vision. My gaze
lifted, moving over the shadowstone daggers strapped to his hips. Light
brownish-blond hair brushed the collar of a black tunic. The Primal of War
and Accord had been facing the doors. The traitorous bastard who’d
brought me to Kolis must have seen Ash if he’d been there. Right? In his
wolf form, he was massive—larger than any wolf I’d ever seen.
Unless he’d never been there in the first place, and I’d hallucinated him.
My chest hollowed, and…oh, gods, the swell of sorrow was an
unbearable pressure, threatening to crush me.
“Your Majesty.” Attes twisted sharply toward us. “She’s not well,” he
said. “She’s close to death. You have to be able to feel that.”
“You need to take those embers before she passes,” another voice urged,
one that carried a soft lilt. The Revenant, Callum. One of Kolis’s works in
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