![]() ![]() His damp hair, blue-black in the Atlantian sunlight, curled against the sandy-hued skin of his forehead. He remained on one knee, staring up at me from between the vee of the swords he’d crossed over his chest. I didn’t look at that or anyone else-every part of my being focused on him. ![]() I’d done that to them, adding their blood to what had fallen from the sky, filling the thin fissures in the marble. ![]() My gaze skipped over the terrible, broken things scattered about the once pristine, white floors. Nothing like the gleaming, gilded one the Queen had placed at the feet of the statue of Nyktos. The crown was still upon the King’s golden-haired head, but the bones had remained a bleached white. Not her words or when she had removed her crown.Ī too-thin breath scorched my throat as I looked at the man standing beside the Queen of Atlantia. The blood of the King of Gods? Your new Queen? None of that made sense. ![]() She who carries the blood of the King of Gods within her. “And bow before the…before the last descendant of the most ancient ones. It stretched out toward me, needling my skin and brushing against this…primal thing inside me. The raw emotion pouring out of her seeped into the Temple floors of the Chambers of Nyktos, bitter and hot, tasting of anguish and a helpless sort of anger. “Lower your swords,” Queen Eloana commanded, her hair shining a glossy onyx in the sun as she sank onto one knee. ![]()
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