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Instead of wondering about the inner workings of deranged men, I took a deep breath and focused on unused muscles.

Appendages exploded from my back.

Blue crystal feathers clattered together in my peripheral vision, and I twisted my torso back and forth, making them shimmer in the sunlight.

They were stunning.

The beauty lost its appeal ten seconds later as I panted and struggled to stand up straight under their weight. The wings were heavy, and it felt like someone had tied boulders to my shoulder blades.

I leaned forward to stop myself from tipping backward.

Sweat dripped uncomfortably down my sides from the strain even though it was freezing.

“Now what?” I asked.

Molten silver eyes melted me where I stood. “Now you stop us.” Malum nodded to his mates.

Orion opened his mouth.

And we walked together into hell.

Chapter 19

Aran

DEVILS UNLEASHED

Igneous (adjective): of, relating to, or resembling fire.

DAY 10, HOUR 10

Click. Click. Click.

The gold hardware on the kings’ ears levitated upward and separated into shards. Three gold crowns floated above their heads.

Snow whipped around them in a frenzy as the icy wind shrieked. The storm picked up, and the sky darkened.

Rocks groaned under the onslaught.

I bent my knees and leaned further forward as I tried to alleviate the weight on my back muscles. A part of me was shocked that we were really doing this right now. No preamble.

The wind and ice slammed against me, and I cursed the mercurial weather.

Silver, brown, and milky white eyes darkened to black, and talons lengthened on their hands, eerily similar to the serrated ice talons I’d donned when I killed my mother.

Gore in my mouth, blood dripping down my chin, Mother howling as I consumed her heart and stole her crown.

Malum’s baritone voice dragged me out of the memories as he proclaimed, “As the Ignis from the illustrious House of Malum, I invoke the power of my mates.”

He pulled the silver dagger from his throat and said, “As the crowned King of the Sun God, I invoke the power of my mates.”

“Venimus! We came,” Orion sang loudly as he triggered the sequence that unleashed their powers. The three of them went unnaturally still. They became mindless.

My eyes widened at the sheer beauty of his voice.

A petal slapped against my face as cherry blossoms mixed with snow in a swirling vortex of white.

It was magnificent.