Unleashed Witch (The Primordial Queen #3)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

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“ I ’m sorry, my liege,” the witch screams, his body convulsing against the floor like a dying insect.

Pathetic, how they all prove worthless in the end.

“That’s enough,” I command, and Finis nods, silencing the screams with a casual flick of his wrist

Another life disposed of, another piece removed from the board.

My plan failed. Rather than ending Elzora’s pathetic life and reclaiming the magicae she stole, I lost her.

She’s stronger than we anticipated—stronger than anyone could have imagined.

“Breathe, my love,” Finis murmurs, taking my hand in his. “You’re wearing yourself thin trying to find her. Rest, just for today.”

I snarl at my anima nexum , ice filling my veins, the familiar pulsing of my magicae burning as it does. “Don’t patronise me, Finis. Your weakness is part of why everything fell apart today.”

My water witch’s eyes darken, his aura thickening with destruction as his tone drops a few octaves. “Don’t you dare, Valea. I’m not weak—and Zohar? He means nothing to me. My brother is nothing but a pathetic fish—mediocre in a pond, but dead when he plays in the ocean with the big boys.”

My lips curl up, and I don’t know whether to laugh or lash out and kill another.

“That fish caught her today, Finis. After that dramatic light show that she dared unleash upon us, she collapsed like the weakling that she is. And who was there for her? Who swooped in to steal our prize right out from under us?”

“The cowardly limaxaqua .”

Finis lets out a roar that would terrify lesser beings, turning his rage on the remaining soldiers. They collapse one by one, choking on water pulled from their own blood. I watch with idle interest as my lover dispatches those who failed us, his power as beautiful as it is deadly.

He’s gorgeous when he truly lets go like this. Lethal, deadly, dangerous.

Finis is the perfect man for me.

“Calm yourself, dear,” I say, tapping my nails on the arm of the throne, eyeing his temper tantrum with an air of lust. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to make this up to me.”

Another snarl from him draws my lips into a smirk as my thoughts drift to the traitorous bitch who brought us here.

Once again, Elzora Myxere thought she could best me, thought she could ruin plans years in the making.

But in her desperation to escape, she gave me exactly what I needed to secure the winning move. By running, she allowed me to tell the world the truth—Elzora Myxere is a soul witch.

A dangerous, forbidden enemy. One who has lied to the world whilst working with the rebels to throw our government.

The people believe she’s going to harm them, that she’s going to kill them all.

Fools .

Elzora’s an idiot who would rather lay her life down in order to save a damn butterfly—never mind an entire species of witches.

The people of Mitagus now insist that she’s someone who should never be allowed near the throne—her or her worthless lovers.

“There you go, my love,” Finis says, his bright green eyes alight with malice as he approaches. “You’ve realised what I’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

My smirk widens. “And what is that?”

“That she’s just handed you the crown she stole. The citizens of Mitagus will never accept a soul witch as their Queen.”

“No,” I rise from my chair, my crimson dress trailing behind me as I approach the mirror on the wall. “They won’t.”

The mirror shifts immediately to show the vault where the crown sits, waiting, its jewels pulsing with a power that should have been mine from birth.

Some believe it belongs to Eirik Farglory. Others claim Elzora Myxere has the right to rule.

But now? Neither of them will ever touch the throne. Not after what I’ve revealed.

Just as I watched through these mirrors as they stole everything from me, now they’ll watch as I take it all back.

How curious that Mitagus should lose both potential heirs just as I step into the light to reveal my true heritage.

Elzora Myxere is nothing but a thief who stole more than just magicae. But Valea Myxere? I am the true heir, the rightful Queen, and, soon, all of Mitagus will know it.

The crown awaits in its vault, calling to the power in my blood. And, this time, when I claim what’s mine, there will be no one left to challenge my right to rule.

After all, a Primordial Queen bows to no one.