same hellish power that the Valg princes
possessed. The same power she’d endured.
Defeated with flame.
But she had no flame to help them. Nothing
at all.
“There’s indeed nothing left for you to
bargain with,” Maeve said simply. “But
yourself.”
Anything but this. Anything but this—
“You are nothing.”
Elide stood before him, the lofty towers of
a city Lorcan had never seen, the city that
should have been his home, beckoning on the
horizon. The wind whipped her dark hair, as
cold as the light in her eyes.
“A bastard-born nobody,” she went on.
“Did you think I’d sully myself with you?”
“I think you might be my mate,” he rasped.
Elide snickered. “Mate? Why would you