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    I glare over at the old hag with her dowager’s hump riding high over her shoulders.
    “Now, now, Rina,” Marshall chides. “You were present during the Salem witch trials. You, yourself, witnessed a kangaroo court. Sometimes justice needs another way to prevail.”
    Gage surges in my heart, in my thoughts as though he were right here with me.
    I can hear him whispering—shouting , whatever you do, don’t kill Chloe .
    “I hate you, Chloe,” I hiss, wielding the syringe high above her chest. “I hope you rot in hell one day.” I plunge the needle straight into her heart and mercilessly push the toxin into her body.
    I had better find out sooner than later why the heck I so desperately wanted her alive because God knows Chloe Bishop’s days are numbered.
     

 
4
Morning Angel
    Rain pounds over my bedroom window like a heartbeat. It comforts me with its nonstop rhythm. Paragon groans and creeks, moans and gasps for breath just this side of midnight as Logan holds me beneath the covers.
    “Will Emma and Barron ever stop hating me?” I whisper. We decided not to head back to the hospital since Barron is standing guard over his son’s body like some night watchmen. Report from Emma was that Gage is already on the mend.
    “Neither Emma nor Barron hate you.” He pushes a kiss into the back of my head. Logan warms me as he tightens his grip around my waist. “Trust me, they have other things on their mind like the state of their only son, not to mention a few issues with me in general.” He nestles his head against mine as we lay spooning, listening to the storm rage against the world as if God himself were roaring over the sorry state of humanity.
    “We were in heaven,” I whisper. “Can you believe it? We saw everything.”
    “I want to hear all about it. Tell it to me like you’re telling a story.”
    “Are you nuts?” I twist and catch a glimpse of his pale blue features. The moon sprays the room just enough to offer Logan a wash of midnight resplendence. “It was indescribable, and you know it.”
    “Then tell me about the war,” he mumbles as if I were about to tell him some kickass, rather violent, bedtime story.
    “You were there.” I nestle my bottom into his stomach, and everything in me roars to life.
    “I want to hear your version.” He gives a soft groan as he pushes me deeper into his hips. “What did you see? How did you feel? This was everything we were working toward, and now it’s over.”
    “You sound disappointed.”
    “No, quite the opposite. I’m fucking thrilled. Excuse my language.” His hand slides over my stomach. “You’ll get the sword. And it will all be finished.” He gives my ribs a little tickle. “Now tell me the story. Start from the party. You were talking to Gage and then what?”
    I start in on how it all went down tonight, artfully avoiding any lip lock that may have occurred with his raven-haired nephew. I recant every last detail of the battle. Gage with his neck severed, Chloe fleeing the scene like a coward.
    “And then we went to the Elysian Fields. You know the rest, the cave, Chloe, the fiery tornado. Then she hurt you.” My voice breaks, and I take a deep breath. “Anyway, Gage came back with these incredible blue wings and touched you—then the two of you disappeared. After that, Marshall showed, and he’s the one that walked me through the fire. It was weird. My entire life flashed before my eyes. You were in it.” I spin around to face him. “Remember that time in Ellis’s pool house? It was our first kiss. I wanted to give you everything that night. That was one of the memories.”
    “I remember.” He rubs his thumb over the side of my cheek. “And I’m glad you didn’t give me everything that night. It wouldn’t have been right.”
    “I’m glad, too.” I turn my head and bury a kiss in the palm of his hand. “I guess that’s a strange thing to say.”
    “No, not at all. Go on.”
    “Then we were in the throne