Page 150 of Hell Fae King

My queen.

I… I…I started to shake. Everything was… was so fucking cold. Yet hot at the same time.

Hot because of Cami, I realized, her hands suddenly on my face.Cold because of Ty.

My angel wrapped herself around me, her eyes giant orbs of terror and concern. She must have felt what I’d felt. Knew… understood…

Except…

My brow furrowed.Why are her hands covered in blood?

Her hair, too.

I reached for her as horror ripped me to shreds. “You’re hurt,” I whispered, searching her for a cause.

But she shook her head. “No. It’s the rain.”

“The rain?” I blinked. “What…?” I glanced up, then winced as a glob hit my eye.

It… it wasn’t rain. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. Because that hadn’t been water.

With a flick of my hand, I pulled it away and found it smeared withblood.

Blood I knew.

Blood I recognized.

Blood I’dtasted.

“Ty,” I whispered, agony shredding me from the inside once more. “Ty!”

But I… I couldn’t run to him. I was glued to Cami, her warmth the only stable presence in my life. The only thing keeping me upright.

She grabbed my hand, her mouth moving with words I couldn’t understand. Because the rain—the blood—had turned into a downpour.

It was loud.

So. Fucking. Loud.

And it became all I could hear.

Yet somehow I started to run.Because of Cami. She had her hand in mine, her body pulling me toward a fate I didn’t want to face.

Not again. Fae, not again.

But it was inevitable.

I knew that. Sensed it.Feltit.

However, nothing could prepare me for the scene before us. The scene that had haunted my nightmares for eons…

Oh, the background had changed.

Instead of pristine palaces with too-perfect white sidings, I saw a gothic, cathedral-like palace instead. A courtyard sprawled out before it… just like the one in my memory. Except that one had been layered in flawless greens and pebbled with crystallized flowers.

This one wasdead.

Black.