“I am dead because of you,” Connall
breathed. “I suffered because of you. And I
will never forget it.”
Please. The word burned on his tongue.
Please—
She couldn’t endure it.
Rowan kneeling there, screaming.
Fenrys sobbing toward the darkened skies.
And Lorcan—Lorcan in utter silence, eyes
unseeing as some untold horror played out.
Maeve hummed to herself. “Do you see
what I can do? What they are powerless
against?”
Rowan screamed louder, the tendons in his
neck bulging. Fighting Maeve with all he had.
She couldn’t endure it. Couldn’t stand it.
This was no illusion, no spun dream. This,
their pain—this was real.
Maeve’s Valg powers, at last revealed. The