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Luka’s expression was hard as he said, “Our aunt discovered that there was a second enchantment in the blade.”

“What?” I asked numbly.

“The enchantment restricted your ability to fly.” He shook his head and frowned. “Your mother was a heinous bitch. We didn’t want to tell you until our wounds had healed because we wanted to make sure the process worked.”

I asked cautiously, “Did it work?”

Luka nodded and said gravely, “It did”—everything tunneled out, and his lips moved in slow motion—“you should be able to fly now.”

This time…

I passed out.

Chapter 63

Corvus Malum

HOARDING

Pulchritudinous (noun): physically beautiful.

I carried my sleeping Revered against my chest. Her curls were disheveled, pink lips pursed, and brow furrowed like she was thinking hard.

We shouldn’t have brought her to the woods so soon after the war.

We should have given her more time to recover.

It had been stupid, but we’d been eager to show off. Even Sadie had thought it was a good idea. We’d been stupid.

Arabella was powerful, but not innately vicious.

I stroked my thumb gently over the purple bruises smudged beneath her eyes. She said she would have hunted the fae down herself, but I’d come to know her over the last few months.

She wouldn’t have killed them.

That was why we’d done it—so she wouldn’t have to. It was time for us to take care of her. Really pamper her.

I thought about the second promise I’d made to her back at Elite Academy. I’d whispered to her, “I’m the Ignis of the illustrious House of Malum. I’m the twenty-seventh immortal king to serve the sun god since the dawn of time. I don’t deal in shades of gray. I hurt those who hurt what’s mine.”

I squeezed her tighter against my chest and bent my head toward her, inhaling her intoxicating scent—danger and frost.

It mimicked the duality of her personality.

The woman in my arms was both fierce and mellow.

She was a survivor.

In her sleep, she nuzzled her face against my chest, and I swallowed a groan at the feeling of her rubbing against me.

It was divine torture to hold her, the woman of my every fantasy.

She shifted again, and I frowned at how easy it was to readjust her in my arms. She’d lost weight and was too light.

The war had taken its toll.

I mentally made a note to feed her rich cheeses and fruits as much as possible.

My mate would never be malnourished another day in her life. I’d spend my immortal days making sure of it.