Epilogue
I DIG THROUGH CORPSES AND debris until I find what I am searching for.
Then, it’s only a matter of patience.
Some hours after Osiron and Nolan disappear, Morgan wakes, deathly still one second, gasping back into the living world the next.
She draws one desperate breath after another, as if unconsciousness had been some sort of drowning.
Finally, she gathers herself enough to take in her surroundings and spot me waiting nearby, settled upon the toppled statue of one of my chil—of one of our honored blood brethren.
“Hey,” I say. “Knew you were too fucking stubborn to die.”
Her mouth gapes open. Closes. Which is so satisfying, because I catch the moment she sees—really sees—who is sitting in front of her. I’ve been looking forward to it for hours.
“So,” we say, because in this we are in agreement, “still interested in being Executrix?”