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Dinner was a momentous affair,but now it’s time for the meeting. Silver is talking with Clara and Jade as Kane appears through a portal with Winnie and her father.

Everyone quietens, and a few people gasp.

Tobias Blake scoffs, and Alara Bell steps forward to intervene. The fire rages high, and I notice that Jax Arrow leaves.

He’s been drinking all night, asking around about Donovan.

I should order him to stay, but it’s fine. I don’t need him here. This is Silver’s time to shine, so to speak.

“Let the coronation begin!” I shout and a few loyal supporters cheer. “You may be wondering why I have the Blackwells here, and I’d be happy to tell you. Little Devil, come here,” I say, then offer Silver my hand.

Although she’s hesitant she comes as instructed. I don’t blame her for being cautious.

“Luke, what’s going on?” she whispers, and I press a quick kiss to her temple.

“It seems we have traitors in our midst. Blackwell here has been conversing with the Hunters.” I pause for dramatic effect.

“No,” Alara gasps, looking over at Winnie and her father. Blackwell has his head lowered in shame, and Winnie is trying to speak through her gag.

“Yes, they had plans to drug and kidnap your queen. So you may not understand, but you will respect my decision to wipe the Blackwell name from the grimoire.” I allow my beast to shine through my eyes, turning them blood red as smoke flares from my nostrils.

Silver moves closer to me, rubbing her hand along my back, calming me. She’s so fucking adorable at times. I love that she’s not scared of my darkness, when the others are cowering and lowering their eyes to the ground in an act of submission.

“Little Devil, now is the time to complete your transformation, and give yourself wholly to me, to become the Queen of Hell. You wouldn’t sacrifice your love, and for that, I commend you, but you will eliminate these traitors.”

Silver gasps as Kane hands her the sacrificial blade used for these types of coven meetings.

Usually, we just sacrifice a goat, but not tonight. No, tonight we are going to turn my Little Devil into the true queen she’s meant to be. One that is beautiful, strong, and willing to go to any lengths for her family and coven.

Turning to Winnie, Silver removes the gag from between her chapped lips.

“Why?” Silver asks her, and I watch as Winnie goes from a sobbing mess to the evil vindictive woman she’s always been.

“Why would you want to hurt me? I left. You could have had Donovan and been happy together,” she continues, and Winnie snorts.

“Donovan! You ruined my life! You not only stole my future, my own father turned against me. Well, until he decided youwere too much trouble. I was the one contacting the Hunters. My father only went along with it after the solstice, when you were awakened and showed how dangerous and powerful you really are!”

“I never knew I was a witch, Winnie! You think I wanted to knock all of you out?” Silver shouts, then shakes her head. “You brought this upon yourself. It never had to come to this,” she mutters, then takes the blade and slashes it across Winnie’s throat, slicing deep.

Gurgles and blood escape Winnie’s lips. Silver looks down at the blood covering her, and I’m waiting for her to panic… or something, but instead, she surprises me. With a smirk on her lips, she keeps slashing and stabbing, until finally tossing the blade aside and digging her red painted nails into her flesh, shredding her skin.

“She’s beautiful,” Kane comments, and I come back to what’s going on. I was in a trance watching my queen. Blackwell is sobbing and begging for his life, but I’ve heard enough.

Breathing in the metallic scent of his daughter’s blood, I let my beast shine through as my hand elongates as well as my nails. With a swipe of my hand, I decapitate him, and his head rolls over toward Blake and Alara.

Maybe that will teach them not to cross me. They have become too comfortable for my liking. I may need to appoint someone else as the Star Coven leader. Maybe Clara and Jade would be a better fit.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LUKE

Silver removes her bloody nails from the inside of Winnie’s chest, and looks at the gore dripping from her fingers. I know she never wanted to let the darkness in, allowing it to consume her, but it was inevitable.

Her coronation is now over, and she is the one and only Queen of Hell.

Kane drops to his knees in front of her, bowing his head. “All hail Silver Diavolo, Queen of Hell,” he shouts, and all the other members of our coven follow suit.

I kneel for my Little Devil, then stand and kiss her, not caring that we are both covered in the blood of our enemies.