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Madam Ares met up with Sera at the outdoor pavilion. Sera looked haggard and scrawny. The moment she saw Madam Ares, her eyes turned pink at once. She looked as though she had suffered a lot of grievances. She embraced Madam Ares and started bawling her eyes out. "Madam Ares." There was no denying that Sera was her daughter. Hence, when she heard Sera's heartbreaking cries, Madam Ares felt like a knife was being twisted in her heart. “What's wrong, Sera?"

Though the night air bit cold on her skin, her words burned the hush into memory. She swept her gaze across the circle: refugees with hollow eyes, witches draped in cloaks of midnight, hybrids whose fur bristled in the torchlight, soldiers bearing the scars of a hundred battles. Each face was a question, each soul a potential executioner or ally. “Vessa lied,” Seren continued. “She denied her bloodline. She concealed her mother’s designs. She stood beside me, while she sent our secrets to the Dust Queen.” A gust of wind flared the torches, and gasps rippled like sparks across the faces in the dark.

Her eyes were cold as her voice. “She arrives first, of course,” one villager muttered, clutching a charm in his pocket. Cassandra’s carriage, shaped like a coiled serpent with crystal windows, gleamed ominously as she stepped in, head held high. Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore.

“It’s not.” I shake my head. “You’re wrong,” I say. “I can stop it.” “And lose everything?” she asks. “I don’t care,” I say. She grips my wrist. Weak. But determined. “I do,” she says. Pain stabs my chest. “I will not lose you,” I say. “You won’t,” she answers. “Not like that.” Sera steps forward. “I’ll do it,” she blurts. We all turn to her. “I’ll take her place,” Sera says. “Let the chamber feed on me.”

I moved through the door. The scene stopped me. The back wall was cracked, wood splintered like something had exploded against it. Cassandra sat slumped beneath it, blood dripping from her nose. Elena was trying to approach someone, hands raised in a calming gesture, Other rogues crowded the doorway, their faces painted with fear and fascination. And in the center of it all was Sera. Silver light blazed around her like wildfire. Her eyes were pure silver, unseeing, lost. Her injured arm hung at her side, but her good hand was raised, power crackling between her fingers. She was shaking, her breath coming in short gasps.

I remained there, perfectly still, waiting for her next command. “This is where he’ll find you,” Sera explained, her voice taking on that religious quality that always preceded her most twisted pronouncements. “His mate, naked, broken and waiting. His queen, reduced to a puppet.” She reached out, one finger tracing the line of my jaw with awful tenderness. Sera stepped back, studying me with evident satisfaction. “Wait here,” she ordered. “Don’t move until he comes for you.”