Epilogue
Aflora glaredat me with a hatred I felt to my very soul.
She thought we’d betrayed her. Yet everything we’d done was to save her.
If Zeph hadn’t gotten that collar around her neck in time, the Guardians would have sensed her additional bonds, which would have required me to kill them. Because I couldn’t risk them going back to the Council with those details.
Seeing Aflora’s expression now, it was clear Zeph hadn’t been given a chance to explain.
She appeared ready to kill me. I supposed that worked in our favor in terms of believability, but I could see the wheels turning in her head.
If she breathed a word of our bonds, we were all fucked.
Zeph and I shared a look, his expression telling me he’d caught her resulting animosity as well.
Aflora was a ticking time bomb in so many ways, both in what she could say and in her mounting powers. Not to mention Shade, the bastard who fucking betrayed us all.
Our first order of business would be to free her.
Then we’d deal with the Death Blood.
Preferably with a stake through his fucking heart.