Chapter 83 Luka
LUKA
The next several weeks passed in a blur.
Who knew the aftermath of a war would take so much time and attention?
All we wanted to do was go home and rest. But there were so many meetings for me and Lennox to attend to.
We needed to secure Lethenia’s future and ensure nothing like this would happen again. Ensure anyone loyal to the Vanir and Panateia would be dealt with accordingly.
We had to put safeguards in place to make sure they never rose up again.
Each soldier in Adreona’s army was put in front of Endora and other witches with her magic—forcing the truth to spill from their lips. They confessed their crimes to her, and they were recorded and dealt with according to the system the council had put in place.
There would be time served for certain crimes, but those who only followed out of fear would be let free. Trials were set for those with more severe crimes, from both the Vanir and the Panateia.
It took time, but once the system was in place and people were put in charge, it was one less thing Lennox and I had to worry about.
A group had volunteered to help round up the remaining Dhampirs that had dispersed themselves across the continent after Adreona died.
Luce and some other witches created a potion that was embedded into the group’s weapons.
When the Dhampirs were impaled by the potion, it would render them unconscious while they were transported back to the Mystic Court, where they would be held until Luce and her witches came up with a way to reverse their condition.
Or until they died. Whichever came first.
Tomorrow, we’d finally head back home, to Alethens, as everything we could settle now was finished.
Anything else we could do from home.
From Alethens.
“Have you heard much from your cousin?” Lennox asked as she stood by the dresser and began removing her weapons.
Even though the war was over, we didn’t stop our routines. We were still armed to the teeth every day.
It was hard to reconcile this was all over. That we didn’t need to be looking over our shoulders at every turn. Now that death and war didn’t loom over us.
“Not much. I think she’s been overwhelmed by everything.
” My cousin Isolde’s new title as Queen of the Blood Court had come as a shock to her when we’d sent her the letter all those weeks ago.
She was so far removed she never thought she’d be queen, let alone a queen of a court who had been usurped and its people used against one another.
The Blood Court had a lot of rebuilding to do, and although she might be overwhelmed now, I think she’s the perfect person to breathe new life into the court.
A fresh start is exactly what the Blood Court needed.
“It is too bad we couldn’t meet her, that she couldn’t come to the court meetings with everything going on.” Lennox toed off her boots. “We’ll have to pay her a visit once everything is settled.”
She made her way toward me on the bed, where I lay with my arms behind my head. “Later, not anytime soon,” I told her as she crawled onto the bed and straddled me, placing her thighs on either side of my hips.
“Once we get home, I’m locking you away for a week, at least.” I braced my hands on her hips, letting my fingers drift under her shirt to the soft skin beneath.
“A week, huh? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk if you hold me up for a week.”
“That’s the point, Sweetheart.” She shifted as I sat up to meet her gaze.
“Maybe we should get started now.” She dusted her lips over my jaw before tugging my earlobe between her teeth.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”