Chapter 86
Chapter Eighty-Six
Roremar
Roremar didn’t dare look back as he and Emmeline crossed the veil into certain ruin.
He couldn’t or he’d only be torn to give Desmond last words that wouldn’t matter at fucking all if he couldn’t get his sister back.
He gripped Emmeline’s hand and ran, despite every part of him that was terrified to bring her here. Worried about how the Fates would manipulate her—if they’d be even worse than Valyn.
The realms shuddered as they ran through the veil and onto the glass bridge that stretched through an endless sea of stars, nothing but constellations and meteors and cosmos on every side.
The entire structure trembled beneath them, Cirre’s padding footfalls a welcomed comfort. Stars fell through rippling auroras. Constellations flickered and spun through the skies, creating great webs unlike any star map he’d ever seen, like it was mapping the entirety of existence.
And all of it was a revolt.
“We’re not supposed to be here,” Roremar called, over the calamitous shifting of the galaxies.
“Neither of our Fate ties are supposed to even exist,” Emmeline reminded him. “When has that stopped us?”
And in some Fateforsaken twisted moment, as they raced across realms, he actually found it in him to smile at his Huntress.
So many people had tried to manipulate them, tear them apart, and make them believe they didn’t deserve one another, and yet here they were, choosing each other and racing across realms—together.
The stars spun faster, twelve familiar constellations popping to life overhead.
It was uncanny, how they followed them everywhere.
With each pounding step, Roremar felt he was getting further from his sister, Dryvius not even visible ahead. Desperate, he reached out to his tie with the Fate, wrenched it up without incense, and planted his claws deep into Dryvius’s mind.
I’m going to fucking ruin you, he swore to the Fate, letting him feel the venom dripping from his words.
On the other end, there was nothing.
The bridge shuddered beneath them.
Emmeline nodded at him, and he knew she was watching her Fates, too. Together they’d find his sister before it was too late.
The glass beneath their feet trembled again.
Roremar swore—to himself, his family, and every fucking constellation above, “I will find you, Lola.”
He’d vowed in those tunnels to fight, had clawed his way back from his own nightmares. He wouldn’t stop now.
And that was the only thought he had as the skies went dark, nothing but those twelve constellations remaining lit above, and the bridge shattered entirely.