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CHAPTER 328: THE GIANT SUNDIAL

EMBER’S POV

“He’s going to divorce me.

“You’re not married.”

“He’s going to divorce me preemptively.” I’m losing a war with six shopping bags in the back of the car while Daxon and Reyes unload the rest in a haunted silence that says they’ve seen more today than they have in their entire jobs. “He’s going to invent a brand-new kind of divorce specifically for this.”

“Ember, breathe,” Queenie says, practically vibrating with glee. “The damage is already dorre. It’s set in

stone. Literally.”

She clutches a spool of ribbon to her chest like a religious artefact.

“Do you understand the sheer poetry of this? Just picture it. The most terrifying Lycan on the continent is

going to walk out his front door in a perfectly tailored suit to survey his estate, and he is going to make

direct eye contact with six feet of-”

“Don’t.”

“-premium, monumental yard-p***s-”

“Queenie, I swear-”

“-and I want front-row seats.” She’s radiant. “I want to see the exact moment his soul leaves his body. I’d

pay a fortune to watch it. Wait, no, I wouldn’t, because we used his money! He bought his own yard-p***s. Do you realise how brilliant we are?”

I couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter, shooting Queenie a conspiratorial nod.

And the horrible thing, the genuinely unhinged thing, is that today was a success.

I drank poison from two impossible tricksters this morning and did not die.

I have a small black bag on my wrist that is going to end my fiancé’s entire existence in the most

spectacular way a man has ever been ended.

And I am so drunk on survival and other people’s money that I shoulder through my own front door mid-cackle, arms full, mouth open, absolutely feral–

And walk directly into a tiny old woman standing in the middle of the entrance hall.

The laugh dies in my throat like it’s been shot in the street.

Because I know her. You do not forget the face of the one person who stood up for you in the room where everyone else had already picked out your coffin.

Elder Catherine.

CHAPTER 320HE CIANT SUNDIAL

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The single elder on that entire ancient council who looked at me across a chamber built to bury me and decided, against every colleague and every odd, to fight.

And I am standing in front of her with six shopping bags cutting off the circulation in my arms, a face still bright with laughter, and the fresh, screaming memory of the six-foot marble p***s I had installed at the front gate she has just driven through.

“Elder Catherine.” My voice comes out tight. “Hi. Hello. We – I didn’t know you were-”

“Coming?” Her pale eyes take a slow, unbothered lap around me. The bags. The flush. The ribbon still strangling Queenie’s fist behind me. There is a beat. “No. I don’t suppose you did.” Another beat, longer, and something wicked flickers behind all that composure. “You’d have moved the statue.”

The floor drops out from under me, and I go into freefall.

“… The what,” I say.

“Mm.” And she lets it sit. She lets it sit like a woman who has waited eighty years for exactly this moment

and intends to savour every drop. “The commemorative statue. At the gate. It’s quite imposing.”

Behind me, Queenie makes a sound like a kettle reaching the boil.

“That’s a garden feature,” I say. My mouth is operating with no supervision from my brain whatsoever. “A

sundial.”

“Is it?”

“It’s very abstract.”

“Oh, it’s deeply abstract.” Catherine folds her hands in front of her, serene as an oil portrait. “I sat in the car and studied the aggressive vein work for quite some time. At first, I assumed it was a tribute to the Lycan King. A celebration of his… formidable authority.” She tilts her head a fraction, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Though I did eventually arrive at a more anatomical theory. I’ll refrain from stating it aloud. It felt entirely beneath the dignity of my office.”

1 am going to die.

I am being bullied by an elder in my own entrance hall, and I have earned every last second of it, and there is nothing I can do but stand here and take it with six bags cutting off my arms.

“Ember.” Knox’s voice comes from the top of the stairs, and thank the Goddess, rescue, the King has arrived, the King will fix this-

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