Outside of Meliai’s perfumed room, he’d tried to catch Josephine’s scent. And failed. “Where the fuck is she?”

Whatever Dalli saw in his bearing made her nervous. “I tried to stop her, but she left.”

His lungs constricted. “She left me.”

Dalli frowned. “That’s what I just said.”

“No, Josephine left me. She ended this.” She’d warned him she would kick his ass to the curb.

“She gave me a message for you.”

He straightened. “Talk.”

“She wasn’t quite . . . alone.” Dalli fidgeted with the sash of her skirt. “She said she’d be thinking of you the entire time.”

Having these words thrown back in his face made him realize how ridiculous they sounded. How hurtful. Hateful.

“Who took her away from me?” He’d accused Josephine of having jealousy issues? Rune was about to rip this place to the ground.

This godsdamned world.

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“What male?” Who was about to die?

“Fair’s fair, Rune. You were just with another.”

He bared his fangs at her. “What. Male?” With the different time flows, she could already be beneath another.

“A demon named Deshazior.”

Rune’s claws stabbed into his palms, spilling his poison. Would Josephine go with that demon to his home or to her motel?

“I heard them talk about Valkyries,” Dalli said.

Josephine couldn’t have gone to Val Hall on her own. He’d rather she be in a motel room with Desh.

“About her surrendering—”

“The baneblood broke our deal!” Meliai cried, storming into the barroom. The crowd began to quiet. “Instead of bartering, he robbed me of a treasured possession! He threatened me and the entire covey!”

“Is that true?” Dalli asked.

Nod. He unslung his bow and nocked an arrow, readying for a return to Val Hall.

Dalli raised her face to him. “You are yet again the coveys’ most wanted man—but for an entirely different reason.” Just before he traced, she mouthed, I am so proud of you.

SIXTY-THREE

As more and more power gathered inside Jo, low creatures in the surrounding swamps fled with whimpers.

They should flee. Nïx had compared Jo to a nuclear weapon.

Ah-ah, Valkyrie, try supernova. No longer did Jo wish for a power emergency brake; she let her telekinesis mount.

The force was as strong as steel, yet light as air. Just like her, it was hot and cold, alive and dead.

Black clouds gathered above that eerie red funnel, mushrooming. Lightning bombarded the property, striking the copper rods.

With a wave of her hand, she raised one rod and launched it at the wraiths. They shrieked even more piercingly, but repelled her javelin. With both hands, she telekinetically lifted all the rods, letting them hover menacingly. The wraiths tightened their ring, bracing for impact.

“How’s this for a white flag?” She hurled half of them at the wraiths. The red tempest jolted and recoiled with each hit, but managed to reform.

Hmm. All this pretty lightning . . . She brought the remaining rods to the very edge of the Scourge, positioning them just so—

BOOM! The first lightning bolt struck a rod; the metal channeled sizzling electricity straight to the wraiths.

Jo grinned. Fires had always been free fun, but this was so much better.

Rune didn’t know what shocked him more: the sight of his mate attacking Val Hall, or the presence of Blace, Sian, Darach, and Allixta with Curses. He’d spotted them watching from a distance.

Josephine had arranged copper rods in the air, using the Valkyries’ own lightning against them. She looked so small and delicate to be wielding such power. Those black tear tracks were like war paint against her ghostly white skin, highlighting her uncanny eyes. Her outline shimmered between bolts.

And I thought I would need to save her?

He wanted to trace to her side, but knew she’d unleash her fury on him. Though he deserved it, he needed to be in one piece once the Valkyries attacked.

Any second now, they’d spill out.

Seeming bored with the lightning, Josephine let fly all the rods, a volley of spears. The Scourge shrieked as one.

Then her attention fell on the closest oak tree. Immense, old. Probably filled to the brim with eavesdropping nymphs.

Josephine waved her hand, and the tree shot into the sky, roots exploding from the earth, like a rocket dusting off.

Nymphs within screamed, which she seemed to enjoy. When the tree plummeted, she batted it into the wraiths.

It connected in an explosion of groaning wood. She teed up another oak, then another, batting them one at a time, a barrage of cracking trunks and limbs.

Rune traced to the other Møriør. Never taking his eyes off her, he asked them, “What are you doing here?”

“We’re watching your mate,” Sian said. “Well done. She’s horrifyingly lovely.”

Rune slung his bow over his chest and returned his arrow. “How did you know Josephine’s mine?”

“Orion told us days ago she would be revealed this night at Val Hall,” Blace said. “He suggested you might need our assistance.”

Rune needed all the help he could get. On his own, he was fucking up the most important thing that had ever happened to him. It’d taken him this much anguish just to realize he could be the male his mate needed.

Sian scratched his head. “I can’t believe I asked how we would know her. I’d say one female is calling our attention.”




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