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Chapter 1

A trail of smoke still sailed into the sky like the colorful tail of a kite It could be traced back down to the deci Center

Mina sat on the hill across the river and stared down at the dark, burned wreckage that had been the Godle fire rescue worker re ashes with a large rod to keep flare ups fro Yellow caution tape roped off the whole area

“Come on,” she mumbled under her breath

She tapped her closed fist against her bent knees She’d been sitting, watching, and guarding the building—waiting to see if any of the rescue team would discover what really lay only a few stories below them She could only hope that the Fae had covered their tracks well

The news had called the fire a rare accident, saying the explosion was caused by a ruptured gas line, but the Fae knew otherwise And Mina knew otherwise, but she suspected there was so used to cover up what really happened

The cause of this tragedy was the dark prince himself He’d sent his army to attack the Godo Last tiht off the attack, even trapping one of the trolls in stone But the prince, the Story, wasn’t as strong then

Now, Teague was nearly invincible Joined with the other half of his soul, Jared, he had fully coainst the Guild, against the huainst her

She let out a long sigh and dug her fingernails into her pal the river to an area that the Godmothers had warded and protected from the rescue team Even she wouldn’t have knohat to look for if she hadn’t been there when it happened

The river rock was slightly darker along the embankment, where Fae flame had devoured the bodies of the dead Of those who had died in the battle and fro, her faithful brownie Godmother

“Why?” Mina whispered, her voice hoarse froentle and kind You didn’t deserve this He did It’s his fault”

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to blink She let the pain well up inside of her Because although she tried to place the blaue, Mina knew deep down, he wasn’t the one who started it She was

She was the one who had gone back into the past and set all of this in motion It was her It had always been her She was the one who created the Griiven it to the Gri Ferah, who, in turn, stabbed the prince with an evil dagger, the tip of which remained inside him and poisoned his heart Of course he bla out the tip, he saw her only as another assassin and blasted her through the to

Trying to save herself, she had inadvertently opened up a gate between her world and his, and he’d been chasing her ever since He had to wait over a century for the timelines to catch up

But now they were on the sa field There were no more secrets She kneho he was, and he knew she knew She created the beast, and now she’d have to destroy him She knew that now