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But something… something isn’t right.

It’s an intrinsic itch inside my mind that keeps me from thoroughly enjoying the moment.I’m missing something.

No. Not something.

Someones.

My mates.My eyes fly open again, my sister’s light hair blending with the garden around us.I can’t feel my mates…

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

REAPER

What.The. Fuck?

Alina was right next to me. My hand was on her lower back. And now… now she’s gone. Vanished. Nowhere to be seen orfelt.

I spin around in a circle, searching for her, while Orcus’s growl shakes the entire damn tower. His anguish is a punch to the heart I don’t need right now. Not when Alina just crushed it with her disappearing act.

Where are you, pet?I demand, my soul threatening to kill everyone and everything in this realm in its pursuit for her.

Flame is just as furious beside me—in the space our mate just stood—his beast positively feral.

I’m only mildly aware of the alarms blaring overhead. Just as I barely notice the fact that the Monster City Queen has somehow come out of the screen and entered the room.

It’s chaos.

Everyone is shouting.

Orcus’s leather jacket and shirt are in tatters on the floor, his wings having exploded from his back.

Flame is about to rip out of his clothes as well to reveal his beast.

And I… I’m twirling a blade.

All while focusing on our mate. Her essence. But I can still smell her.Those delicious strawberries…It’s a thread in the air that I follow with my soul, causing me to go incorporeal as I wander the plane between life and death.

Where are you, pet?I wonder at her again.

She’s still in this dimension. Thisworld.

I float about the room, the knife still in my hand as I lurk in the shadows, utterly consumed by my mate’s lingering presence.

She’s not in this tower. Nor is she in the city. But there’s a piece of her being left behind, a piece connected to a strand coated in unique magic.

I cant my head to the side as I kneel to inspect the strange ropelike spell. It’s ethereal, like me. But definitely not Death Fae in nature.

Mythos Fae magic, I realize, recognizing the hint of a manifestation enchantment. It’s similar to Orcus’s portal magic, although it’s very specific. Tailored to reach certain spirits.Like Omega spirits.

My eyes narrow.What are you?I reach to tug on the cord, only for it to zap my spirit and shove me back against a nearby wall.

A crack follows.

No. Not a wall. A window.

AndI’m back in corporeal form.

Flame snarls, his beast shredding through his jeans and T-shirt as he takes on his jaguar form. The Strigoi beside me—Cage—ends up pinned beneath his massive claws.