Page 103 of The Jasad Crown (The Scorched Throne #2)

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

ARIN

A rin cradled her face as magic scoured through him, screaming as it tore out of Essiya.

His was an incomplete agony; a partial evisceration. Because on the other side of it was the gold and silver draining out of Essiya’s eyes, replaced by precious dark brown. On the other side was a beautifully human terror coloring them as she realized what he had done.

“Have you returned?” The echo of a conversation tucked away in a tunnel, hidden beneath the earth. A single bolt of time. An eternity.

Chin trembling, she said, “I never left.”

“Yes, you did.”

And he would never allow it to happen again.

Arin kissed her.