A look passed between them, something that indicated those words were more than a weighty vow. Aric’s defiant posture changed. Why?
What would he say? What would I say?
Silence stretched out—so many emotions played over Aric’s face—until finally he intoned, “As you wish, mortal.”
I was too stunned to speak.
Jack said, “Gimme a minute with her, guys.”
“Of course.” With a last look at me, Aric turned to go.
Gabriel followed, but paused a few steps away to say, “Empress, I once told you that I dearly wished you could end this game, but I don’t believe it’s possible anymore.”
“Why?”
Sadness filled his eyes. “Because we’re almost at the end of it.” With that, he left Jack and me alone out in the snowy night.
Gabriel would know about the end. He had the senses of both angel and animal. So how could I be separated from Aric when the game was spinning to its conclusion? Not to be able to watch over him?
But then, how could I live without Jack? Tears fell unchecked as I closed the distance between us. “I’m in love with you, and you’re going to leave me? What about the night we spent together?”
He swallowed hard. “Makes this all the more difficult.”
I waved at all the baby gear. “I think a part of you already loves this kid. Are you okay with never meeting him?”
“I’m okay with making sacrifices to keep you two protected.” He curled his finger under my chin. “Think about it: getting you safe to your destination was always on me. That was my job. I did it, Evie; you’re here. Let me have that.”
“Jack . . .”
“Now I’ll be goan back to where it all began. I’m goan home, me.”
Right when I was about to beg—Take me with you!—he said, “Let me go, bébé. I got a blade in my heart.”
Like a thorn in his skin? “I don’t even know if Death and I can come back from everything that’s happened.” I loved Aric, but we had so much pain between us. I didn’t believe he should be forever alone, but I also wasn’t optimistic about recovering what we’d shared.
“I know you can. I saw you two together. Your bond’s still there, busted up, but still there. Dust it off. Just hold off kicking his ass too bad. He’s had a hard time of this, too.”
“And the red witch? You’re supposed to be here to pull me back to safety.”
“If you get into trouble, I’ll come running, me,” Jack said with a sad smile. “But I trust you not to hurt anyone who doan have it coming—including the Reaper.”
I wasn’t convinced. Even now, the witch’s shrieks still echoed inside me, a bell tolled.
“Peekôn, it seems you’re forgiving everyone but Domīnija.”
“Gabriel and Lark didn’t kill me in the past. Twice.”
Jack gazed down at my face expectantly, as if waiting for me to realize something. What? I was too overwhelmed to make sense of this. I felt like I was disappointing him. “What am I missing? Just tell me. I’ve had a day, you know?”
“If you blame the Reaper for previous games, then you’re doing the same thing you accused him of: holding on to a bitter past, to unresolved anger.”
My lips parted. “Oh, my God.” Jack was right. I’d forgiven Lark, Gabriel, even Matthew to an extent. I’d forgiven Selena and Sol.
I’d been asking myself how I could ever repair things with Aric. Had he asked himself the same question about me? Somehow he’d worked past his mistrust—past my murder attempts—to love me. If not for a fiend like Paul, Aric never would have stopped.
Just as I’d never stopped loving him. Could I let go of my mistrust and our past? Didn’t I owe it to this kid to give it a try?
But where would that leave Jack?
“Answer me one question, Evie. You answer no, and you’re coming with me.”
What would he ask? I didn’t breathe.
“Does half your heart still belong to the Reaper?”
Though all of my heart was breaking, I whispered, “Yes.”
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The truck was running. Jack had his fingers on the door handle.
Gabriel was already inside the cab, wings folded as he waited. The back had a tarp holding down supplies. They’d even hitched a utility trailer for more cargo.
Because this was happening. Jack was leaving me. And I was allowing it?
I’d gone inside out of the cold as they’d packed. After Aric finished helping them, he’d retreated to his study to give me privacy to say good-bye for good.
As I walked out, he’d murmured, “Please, stem your tears. For him. I rode away from you once—I know from experience that he is going through unimaginable pain. Don’t make this harder on him.”
Somehow I’d stopped my tears, but now they were threatening again. I asked Jack, “Are you going to pull my thorn from your skin?”
He turned back to gaze down at me. “Jamais. Never. Not even goan to try.”
“You told me you had to feel me with your every step. You told me that.”
“I will. As long as you’re alive and safe.” His voice broke lower. “Got to go, me. ’Fore I lose it.” That muscle ticked in his jaw, the levee about to collapse.
“How can you leave after what we felt? I told you that being with you was like coming home.”
He leaned down and grazed his lips over mine. I reached for him to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back. “That’s the thing about home, bébé.” Gray eyes glinting, voice hoarse, he said, “It’ll always be there waiting for you.” He turned and climbed into the truck.
I gasped when he put it into gear and began driving away from me. I could still feel the heat of his lips on mine, yet I was letting him go.
His taillights grew fainter, the snow trying to block my view of him. Tears poured down my cheeks as I willed him to turn around.
I wanted to scream that this was a mistake. He seemed to think so. Halfway down the winding drive, his brake lights pierced the night. Twin beacons in a storm. I wanted to run for them.
The truck came to a stop on the bridge spanning Circe’s frozen moat. It sat idle, the exhaust smoking in the crisp air. Come back to me, Jack.
Maybe he’d found the gift I’d left tucked behind the truck’s sun visor: the red ribbon wrapped around a branch of honeysuckle. He’d once called it his porte-bonheur, his good-luck charm, saying it told him we’d be together again.
Had I chosen Jack over Aric? No. But the ribbon belonged with him all the same.
Tee began kicking up a storm. Sensing my desperation? I placed my hands on my belly and a strange warmth stole over me.
Jack was heading into danger, so why did I get the feeling that I’d see him again? Even amidst my panic, a glowing, welcome certainty banked inside me.
Jackson Daniel Deveaux and I would meet again.
Eventually, the truck continued on. Maybe Gabriel was telling him the same: You will see her once more, hunter. Believe in this.
I watched that truck until it disappeared into the curtain of white. Until the winds muffled the engine sound, wrapping it up.
Until the night stole him from me.
I watched long after there was no sign of him. Of Jack. The love of my life. I watched until my tears had frozen on my cheeks. I tightened the tourniquet once more, knowing that one day it would break, and I would bleed out in the snow.
Or worse.
But if he could sacrifice for Tee, so could I. Stemming my tears, I turned back toward the castle.
My soul mate, the father of my son, awaited me there. I had a relationship to repair, alliances to rebuild, and a home to defend.
As certain as I felt that I’d see Jack again, I was even more sure the game was spinning to a bloody end.
I’d be ready.
—Empresssss.— A whisper in my ear like a breath of frost. The Fool was contacting me through our mental link.
I drew up short. I’ve been waiting for you to answer me. I plumbed my emotions. H
ow did I feel about my former ally now?
Conflicted again. I’d missed him, and I owed him for saving Jack from those slavers. I owed him for helping Aric get free from Paul. But Matthew had also allowed awful things to happen to our friends.
To Finn . . .
—Do you know what you really want? I see far, Empress.—
Then tell me what’s to come.
—The gods vent their wrath. The Minors unite. Hell on earth. Quakes. They’ll all be coming for you.—
Out loud, I said, “Let them come.” My claws budded and sharpened. The scent of roses steeped the frigid air.
—Empress?—
“Matthew, I finally understand what you’ve wanted me to learn all along.” I glanced down at my marked hand, then back at the lonely road Jack now travelled. In that breathy, evil voice, I said, “For better or for worse, anyone who touches me pays a price.”
I headed inside.
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
I often get asked if I’m Team Jack or Team Aric. Like Evie, I think each is perfect for her in his own way.
And so writing this book was bittersweet. My eyes water every time I read Jack’s farewell or reflect on the pain lingering inside Aric.
The Flash is leaching away hope, and a perilous future lies ahead for the woman they love. But the pieces for the final showdown in the Arcana Chronicles are now in place. Everyone remaining has a part to play in the battle to save the world.
Evie can be a reckoning, but at what price? Has the seed of hope already been planted?
Thank you so much for continuing on this journey and for trusting me to shepherd these characters to a better tomorrow.
Stay tuned; the end is beginning. Warmest wishes,
KC
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Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Immortals After Dark paranormal series and the young adult Arcana Chronicles. Her books have been translated into many foreign languages, garnered three RITA Awards, and consistently appear on the bestseller lists in the United States and abroad. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com and TheArcanaChronicles.com. Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways.
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