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381 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 11, 2017
“Here's the thing,” I said, almost gently, pulling the silver-gold from me in a long banner of satin magic. “You were expecting me. Corrupted by power and rage. And that me, you knew how to conquer. But you didn't get that me. You got the me that is part of a bigger whole. You got us. And us doesn't just include Origin Mage powers. It includes Muses, and Bridges, and Mind Mages, it includes Sirens, and Scholars, and physical geniuses. It includes people who can manipulate frequencies, back door magics, and weaponry. And more importantly,” I leaned forward. “People who can put all of those things together into a very disruptive unit.”


“It’s okay. Your muse will be okay.” With his other fingers, he softly touched my hand that was gripped hard in his. “And forty-five hundred for one is a tolerable trade.”
“I am kept awake at night by the choices of the past,” he said. “The ones that have driven me to who I now am. I promised myself that I’d never let another be destroyed who could be saved—that I’d anticipate events before they happened so that promises sworn to in infancy could be kept intact. To hide a single ability so that I could walk among the public, so I could save all those who couldn’t save themselves. That is a test I take every time I go out.”
“Dare's going to bring you more trouble,” Olivia said, as if she too understood that volatility was more perilous than cold dislike.
“You know, Price,” Constantine said, leaning back even more, his roiling emotions calming more than they had in hours. “I think, someday, I might not dislike you.”
“Whatever, Leandred. If I could peel you away from Ren, you'd already be sticking to a waste receptacle somewhere.”
“Likewise.”
For a moment, they both felt oddly serene and in entire accord.
I could feel Axer doing the mental equivalent of an unamused eye roll, and I sent him a feeling of concordance.
He opened his eyes and looked into mine.
And his emotional connection opened cleanly, without the muddle he usually hid his true feelings within. And it was love, clear and without artifice, shining there. I stared at him, breath caught in my chest. “You—”
His emotions were wrapping around me, free and clear and relieved. Like honey and copper—sweet, tangy, and charged—gentle, consuming, warm, passionate, and resolute. “No tricks. No games. No expectations. No lies—not to you, not ever again.”
Stunned, I watched him pull away.
He looked at peace for the first time in weeks. Months . Then he looked down at our connection threads and I wondered what on earth he’d see.
He looked up, and a smile, brilliant and all-consuming split his face. He backed up slowly.
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I grabbed Constantine and my fingers scrabbled for any bare skin I could find, pushing cloak and shirt aside for unhampered touch, face digging into a warm throat like I was going to nest there.
The he looked down at our connections and I wondered what on earth he'd see.
He looked up, and a smile, brilliant and all-consuming split his face.
He touched my cheek and wiped the silver-gold tear there. Mindful of the crowd, I pulled fingers through my tangled hair and checked our spells for something to do that didn't include responding to that touch. I could feel Constantine smiling.