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  “That’s for my mother,” she said, hitting him again. “That’s for Kane. That’s for me. That’s for having a black heart. That’s for...my mother again.”

  His knees buckled. By the time he hit the ground, he was out.

  Panting, she peered down at him. She’d done it. She’d defeated him.

  She should have felt more triumphant, but the sadness she’d denied had found new life, filling her, spilling out. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She grabbed the king by the hair and dragged him to Leopold. Then, she searched the room for the queen...there! She was still prying at the seam in the doors, desperate to escape.

  Josephina simply stepped up behind her, joined her fists, and struck. The woman fell to her side and stayed down.

  William appeared just in front of the unconscious body. Red, Green, Black and White appeared just behind him, completely healed.

  “Looks like we arrived just in time, gang,” William said with a grin.

  The group rushed into the thick of battle, unsheathing swords along the way.

  “No!” Josephina cried out.

  But they didn’t attack Kane; they attacked the people around him.

  The black mist that usually accompanied the Rainbow Rejects remained at bay. Maybe it wasn’t needed. The boys never mutated into their other forms, and with only a few minutes of hacking at the opposition, William and his children had the rest of the crowd backing away in fear.

  “Knew you’d need us,” William said with a pat on Kane’s shoulder.

  A winded, blood-splattered Kane snapped his teeth. “I had the army right where I wanted it and was about to make my final move.”

  “Please. You were at the cliff, about to be kicked over.”

  “Whatever.” Kane stalked to Josephina’s side. Gently he cupped her jaw and tilted her head to the left, allowing light to fall over her wound. “That’s going to scar.”

  “Yes.” Unlike full-blooded immortals, she wore her injuries forever. “I’ll still be beautiful to you.” After everything this man had done for her, she wasn’t ever going to doubt his attraction to her.

  “More than beautiful. Exquisite.” He kissed her, soft and sweet. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “And I’m proud of you.”

  Black hoisted the queen over his shoulder, then wrapped an arm under Synda’s stomach and hung her at his side. “I’ll take these two.” His gaze moved to William and narrowed. “I deserve some sort of reward for vowing never to touch Kane or his woman.”

  “That vow saved you from my deathblow. That was reward enough. Now, you’ll put the females in the dungeon, or else,” William commanded.

  Kane grinned. To Josephina, he said, “I have a need to help take out the trash. There are a few words I’d like to say to your father. You’re good?”

  “I am.”

  Kane kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back.” He flung the prince over his shoulder, then grabbed the king by the hair. He motioned to Black with a nod of his chin. “Lead the way.”

  Black didn’t bother trying to open a door but crashed through, using the queen as a battering ram.

  Licking her lips, Josephina faced the crowd. Every eye was glued to her, wide, expectant and angry.

  “All right,” she called. “You saw my strength, my skill. You saw the strength and skill of my friends.” As she spoke, she could feel the rest of the energy leaving her, and within a few seconds, a strange heaviness was settling over her limbs. To mask the oncoming weakness, she eased onto the king’s throne and continued her speech. “There’s more where that came from if—”

  A shadow dropped from the ceiling, snagging her attention as it landed on White’s shoulders. The girl had no time to react. One second she stood proud, the next her head was on the floor—without her body.

  Josephina screamed.

  As the girl’s body flopped to the floor lifelessly, blood pouring from her severed neck, the person responsible landed on her feet and straightened.

  “I told you that you’d regret what you did to me,” the Phoenix said with a grin.

  Red realized what had happened to his sister and fell to his knees.

  Green released an agonized “Nooo!” The first word he’d ever spoken in Josephina’s presence.

  A pallid William clutched his heart.

  Shock slammed through Josephina. The horrific nature of what had just happened—

  Wasn’t even the worst part.

  As she reeled, White’s entire body changed. Her skin darkened, blackened...cracked, leaving thousands of tiny round pieces. Those pieces sprouted legs and broke away from each other. Bugs, she thought with a wave of revulsion. The creepy crawlers sped into action, sweeping through the room, covering the floor, the walls, chasing the Fae and trying to burrow under their skin.

  Shrieks and panicked footfalls erupted. Fists banged at the closed doors. People were stampeded as others struggled to push their way out of the only opening. Someone must have found a key to another realm, because a new doorway was created at the back of the room. A few of the Fae managed to race through it—but so did some of the bugs.

  The bugs. Oh, sweet mercy.

  Where were they headed?

  Amid the chaos, the Phoenix circled Josephina. “You have only yourself to blame for this. Well, yourself and your man. He crossed the Moirai. They said he changed their fate, and so, they changed his. They were only too happy to use me to punish him—and what better way to punish him than to destroy his darling wife?”

  “Leave Kane out of this. It’s between you and me.”

  “The Moirai dropped me in your life at the perfect time. You’re finally without your protector—and I’m without patience. This battle has been too long coming.”

  The Phoenix launched at her.

  Josephina spun out of the way, and the girl soared past her, dang it. Instincts, she thought—she needed to override them. She needed contact, even if it hurt.

  The Phoenix quickly gained her footing and turned, swiping out a hand covered with metal claws. Josephina twisted to the side, taking the nails in her forearm, even while sucking a little of the girl’s strength. The Phoenix didn’t seem to notice—yet. As warm blood trickled down Josephina’s arm, the girl came at her again, and this time, her thigh took the brunt of the abuse. This injury proved worse, but she was able to suck in even more strength.

  A fist into her heart. Hissing, Josephina wrapped her fingers around the girl’s wrists at the moment of contact. She was swept forward as the girl drew back for another strike, but managed to hold on, taking more and more energy.

  Strengthening.

  The Phoenix weakening.

  Realizing what she was doing, the girl jerked away, out of reach. “You dare try to thieve from me again!”

  “Try?” She forced a laugh.

  Growling, the Phoenix dove at her. Her arms crisscrossed as she attempted to slice Josephina into pieces, without allowing any prolonged contact. Josephina dodged, moving faster than she had a few minutes ago.

  “Someone’s been practicing. So, how about we take this up a notch?” Grinning now, the Phoenix walked a wide circle around her, flames shooting from her fingertips and onto the ground. Those flames grew, reaching toward the ceiling. Smoke billowed, making Josephina cough.

  Beyond the circle, she could hear Red cursing. What William and Green were doing, she wasn’t sure. The panicked murmurs and frantic footfalls of the Opulens had faded, but anyone remaining was still in danger. They were her people now, she thought. She’d left them without a leader, and they needed her. They were hers to protect.

  “Very well, then,” she said with a nod. “Let’s finish this.”

  Ding, ding.

  Josephina threw herself into round two, managing to land just as many blows as she took. When the Phoenix tripped over one of the cracks Kane had left behind, Josephina raced forward, dropped to her knees and skidded across the floor, stopping at the girl’s feet. She grabbed her ankle and jerk
ed her legs out from under her. As soon as the girl hit, she reached out to squeeze her arm, absorbing several more streams of energy.

  The Phoenix pushed her away, and jumped to her feet—only to stumble with weakness.

  “Kill you,” she gasped.

  Knowing she had to act now, even at the expense of her own life, Josephina barreled into her. They fell and smacked into the floor, the Phoenix taking the brunt of the impact—but not all of it. Though dizziness swamped her, she crawled up the girl’s body, straddled her waist and gripped her by the neck. Another stream of energy entered Josephina. Another and another. The Phoenix tried to bat her away, failed.

  “Tink!” she heard Kane shout, just before he ran through the flames.

  As he crouched beside her, blisters popped up on his face, arms and hands. The ends of his hair smoked. He didn’t waste time asking questions, but slammed his fist into the girl’s temple, knocking her out.

  Buzzing with energy and heat, so much heat, Josephina scooted away.

  He picked the girl up and tossed her out of the fiery circle, calling, “She’s all yours, William.”

  Even though she was overcome by a deluge of emotions—grief, relief, sadness, joy, fear, heartache—Josephina pushed to her feet. “I’ve got to put out the fire.”

  “Let me. I—”

  “No. It’s calling to me,” she interjected, and it was. She felt...connected to it, its warmth her warmth. “It wants to be with me.” She reached out and the flames instantly leaned in her direction. The moment the tips brushed against her skin, her pores opened up, as if she was drawing power from another person, and the flames were sucked into her body.

  “Tell me you’re okay,” Kane said, gathering her in his arms. He hissed, as if she was burning him, but didn’t release her.

  “I’m...uninjured. You?”

  “Same.”

  She scanned the throne room. Bodies littered the floor. Most were dead, some were writhing in pain. William, Red, Green and Black were gone—and so was the Phoenix.

  “What happened?” Kane croaked. “I came in, and William and Red were nutcases, muttering about defeat and death and destruction. As I jumped through the flames, William demanded I give him the Phoenix.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, and she explained as best she could about White. Kane paled, released her and fell back on his haunches.

  “I did it. My actions, my decisions, killed her. Unleashed her destruction. In this realm. In another realm. An apocalypse has come. And it’s my fault,” he said.

  “No, the Moirai are at fault. They sent the Phoenix.”

  “Because of me. Because I failed to heed their prediction. Because I attacked them in their home.”

  “Kane, no. The only reason the Phoenix came here in the first place was to get back at me. If you want to blame someone besides the Moirai, blame me.”

  “No,” he said with a shake of his head. “Never you. Petra’s hatred first brought her here. Her stubbornness.”

  “Well, then, you see. You’re not to blame.”

  His eyes narrowed. “And you’re not, either.”

  She patted his knee. “Okay, then. We’re agreed. The Moirai and Petra will carry this shame.”

  A pained look passed over his face, and she knew he wanted to agree with her, but was struggling with his acceptance. And she understood. The Moirai’s predictions had haunted him for so long, he’d just expected to carry the guilt.

  “Something will have to be done,” he said. “The threat will have to be contained.”

  “I happen to know the Lords of the Underworld are up for the challenge.”

  He nodded. “You’re right.”

  “Always.” If anyone could fight this new threat, it was the Lords—and one day, it would be contained.

  Kane placed a swift kiss on her lips, and the pain was still there, deep in his eyes, but now, there was also a measure of resolve. “I think you just manipulated me.”

  “Me?” she said innocently. “Never.”

  Another kiss. “Don’t ever change.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  JOSEPHINA AND KANE spent the rest of the night seeing to the defenses of the palace. The bugs had spread throughout the land, and the people were in revolt, fighting each other over the silliest things even while they attempted to storm the outer wall to get to Josephina.

  When the two of them finished, when they finally got everyone calm and the wounded tended, she was so exhausted she could barely hold up her head. So much blood...so much violence...

  Kane swept her into his arms and carried her to his old bedroom. “I’m sorry about what your father said to you. He was wrong, you know.”

  “I know that. Now.”

  “He never saw your worth, and that’s his disgrace, not yours.”

  Similar to the words she’d given him earlier. Smart man, using her methods against her, stopping her argument in its tracks.

  He kissed her temple. “You need a nap.”

  “Do not.”

  “Well, then, I need to clean up your wounds and I don’t want you aware of the pain.”

  “I’ll clean them.”

  “And you would still feel the pain. That’s what I’m trying to avoid.”

  “I can handle pain.”

  “But you shouldn’t have to.” He set her on her feet and pinched the artery running up her neck.

  “Don’t you dare—” Glaring, she collapsed on a cushioned settee.

  His determined face was the last thing she saw.

  When she came to however long later, he was still with her. He had a phone pressed to his ear. “Now you know as much as I do. And I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry this happened.” A pause. “I’d still really like you to come. The circumstances are the same in both realms, so the women won’t be in any more danger here.”

  “Kane,” she rasped.

  He spun to face her. “For me,” he said, and disconnected the call. Those hazel eyes filled with guilt. “I was just talking to Lucien. William and his children are unreachable. The bugs reached the human realm. No one knows exactly what harm they’ll cause.”

  As he spoke, he walked toward her and discarded his shirt. “The doors are locked. The soldiers I’m willing to trust are doing patrol.” He reached down to unbutton her shirt. “Are you mad at me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” A little mad would never mask the intensity of her desire for him.

  Pupils expanding, he eased on top of her. Warm skin and against warm skin, driving her wild.

  “Kane, I have a confession to make. I think I...love you,” she said, tangling her hands in his hair. “How do you feel about that?”

  He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of utter bliss consuming his beautiful features. “I don’t know how to express the pleasure the thought of your love gives me, but sweetheart, I want you sure. It’s wrong of me, but—”

  “Wrong of you how? We’re married.”

  A dark look shuttered over his features. Silent now, he bent his head and kissed the pulse hammering at the base of her neck, a strategic move meant to distract her from her question, but she...wouldn’t...oh!

  His tongue stroked over her collarbone, before delving lower and playing at her breasts. All the while, his hands expertly shucked the rest of her clothing, leaving her completely bare. And then, his hands were free to dabble elsewhere...everywhere.

  Every silken touch and wanton caress, soft here, harder there, reminded her of his inexorable power over her. He could take her to heights she’d never dreamed possible.

  “I won’t show you any mercy,” he vowed.

  “I don’t want your mercy.”

  “What do you want?”

  “You. Only you.”

  He was in the process of kissing her inner thigh. At her words, he looked up at her. Heat filled his eyes. “You have me.” He swooped back up, meshing his mouth into hers, his tongue sweeping inside, claiming, dominating.
“I’m yours.”

  After that, he lost his leisurely pace. He lost his gentleness, too.

  He fumbled with the waist of his pants; the very second the material gaped open, he was inside her, her back arching as pleasure speared her.

  “Tell me,” he commanded as he moved, lines of tension branching from his eyes.

  She knew what he wanted. “I love you.”

  “Sure?”

  “So sure.”

  “Again.”

  “Love you.”

  Her words were like fuel to an already raging fire. He became a man possessed by need, only need, rough and wonderful, driving her higher and higher, until all she could do was scream her pleasure.

  He roared with his.

  But even after he’d collapsed on top of her, he still wasn’t done with her. He rose up on his elbows and peered down at her. Need still blazed in his eyes. Panting, she watched as sweat trickled from his temples.

  “More,” he said, and stoked her desire all over again.

  * * *

  “I FOUND YOU a dress,” Kane said a long while later. He tugged on his pants. “Will you wear it for me?”

  Josephina watched him, her sated body still humming with pleasure. “Of course.”

  “Good. Meet me in the throne room in an hour.” He blew her a kiss before leaving her alone.

  Only then did she realize he’d never offered his own declaration of love. He loved her, though. She knew he did.

  But she wanted his admission. I’ll have to step up my game.

  Draped over the corner chair, she found a beautiful ball gown made of the most delicate blue fabric. Not even Synda had ever worn anything so fine. Josephina showered and brushed her teeth, then trembled as she dressed. She took special care with her hair, pinning the sides at the crown of her head.

  The only flaw to her appearance was the gash in her cheek. Kane had knocked her out and sewn it up himself, and though he’d placed a flesh-colored bandage over it, it was noticeable.

  Down the stairs she went, no guards or servants in sight. Only the leaders had been imprisoned in the dungeon with the royal family. The rest of the army and staff had sworn allegiance to Josephina last night.