Shatter the Earth

It was why the glamouries hadn’t been working. Or, rather, they had; my power had just been outgrowing them. But I’d learned to control it now.

  I’d learned a lot of things.

  My body stayed behind on the sofa, sound asleep, but my spirit shifted—

  To a holding cell in HQ, where the Chimera copy of Jonathan lay on a narrow bunk. After Billy killed him, his soul had snapped back into the copy. Of course, that left him in jail, not roaming free, but still. He lived.

  He lived while Billy did not.

  I just stood there, over his body, for a long time. There were guards in the room, but of course, they couldn’t see me. But Jonathan could.

  Which was probably why he started a bit when he rolled over.

  But then the same old superior, slightly mad smile crept over his features. “Well. A visitor. How nice.”

  “Shut up,” one of the guards said, but Jonathan ignored him.

  “Come to question me?” he asked. “I’ve already given them all I know. Of course, how much they can rely on it is debatable.”

  “I said, shut up!” the guard told him.

  I didn’t say anything.

  It seemed to annoy Jonathan. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, more sharply. And then winced when the guard lost patience and cuffed him upside the head.

  I thought it showed remarkable restraint, considering how many of the man’s friends Jonathan was directly responsible for getting killed, but the mad mage didn’t seem to see it that way. He came off the bed, snarling, and was only prevented from doing any damage by the chains he wore.

  “I’m going to get out of here,” he told me. “I’m going to come after you. I meant what I said—I’ll destroy that damned court, and the fucking demon spawn you sleep with, and that vampire, too—”

  “We need a medic,” the so far silent guard said, into a mirror on the wall. “He’s having another fit—”

  “I’m not having a fit!” Jonathan snapped, and then he looked back at me. “I’m telling you what will happen.”

  “No,” I said. “It won’t.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because the little goddess is savage sometimes,” I whispered, quoting his own words back to him. I saw his eyes widen with understanding, right before my hand caught his throat.

  But not for long.

  And then I shifted.

  The End.

  Also by Karen Chance

  The Cassie Palmer Series

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  Hunt the Moon

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  Reap the Wind

  Ride the Storm

  Brave the Tempest

  The Midnight’s Daughter Series

  Midnight’s Daughter

  Death’s Mistress

  Fury’s Kiss

  Shadow’s Bane

  Standalones

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