“I can’t do that,” Nemini said, her voice shaking as she stared at her sister. “If I leave, you’ll face Gilgamesh alone.”
“That’s the idea,” Bex told her. “You’re my backup. If Adrian and I fail, I’m counting on you to restore our sisters and take up the fight. I don’t know if there’ll still be a world worth saving by that point, but if there is, I’m entrusting it to you. You’ve fought beside me since the very beginning. Do this for me as well. Be my hope so that I can face this last fight with everything I have.”
She reached up to touch Nemini’s face as she finished, but her sister smacked her hand away.
“No,” Nemini snarled, her whole body shaking in fury. “I know you, Bexa. You’re telling me to be your hope so you can die without guilt, but I’m not falling for it. I did all of this for you. Left the void foryou. If you’re gone, how am I supposed to endure?”
“The same way everything endures,” Bex replied as she pulled her sister into a hug. “You’re the one who told me we all become the same dust in the end. If we’re destined to crumble no matter what, then I want to go out fighting the fight I’ve lived all my lives for. That’s my choice, but you never cared about the war or Gilgamesh. My end has always been inevitable, but I promised you’d be free, and free demons don’t die fighting battles they have no stake in.”
“I’d fight for you,” Nemini whispered, clutching her hard. “I’ll always fight for you.”
“I don’t need you to fight,” Bex whispered back. “I need to you to live. That’s why I’m asking you to do this, because I can’t beat Gilgamesh if I’m weighed down by worries and regrets.” She hugged her sister tighter. “That’s the help I need from you, Nemini. Give me the security of knowing my family got out safe, and I swear I’ll tear Heaven down.”
Nemini was shaking by the time Bex finished. It was more emotion than Adrian had ever seen her show. He was sure she was going to refuse, but then, to his shock, Nemini nodded.
“I’m only doing this because you asked,” she said as she grudgingly started to collect the horns of the seven remaining demon queens from the basin. “For the record, I hate this plan, and I hate your decision, but if it will make you happy, I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Bex said, hugging her one last time before turning to Adrian. “Do you want to send Boston with her?”
“Absolutely not!” Boston cried, galloping over from where he’d been busily exploring the hidden chamber. “A witch going into battle without his familiar? He might as well be naked.”
“That would be a no,” Adrian agreed, reaching down to pet his loyal cat. “We’re in this together.”
Bex didn’t look like she liked that answer, but she didn’t push the issue, which proved she understood more about witchcraft than any other non-witch Adrian had ever met. Just thinking about that made his heart feel too big for his chest, which was nice because everything else was feeling pretty scary.
“This is it, then?” he asked nervously as Nemini finished gathering the queens’ horns and turned to leave the temple.
“It’d better be,” Bex said, washing her face and bloody hands with water from the basin, which shone with the same glittering blue light as the vials of deathly water she used to hoard. “We’ve beaten every prince and been all over this damn tower. If we haven’t made it to Gilgamesh yet, I’m calling foul.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s here,” Boston said as he scaled the back of Adrian’s coat with his claws to perch on his witch’s shoulder. “I don’t know what’s above us, but the magic coming down through the ceiling is incredible.”
It did feel pretty thick now that his familiar mentioned it. Ironically, the size of Adrian’s new forest made it harder for him to sense other magics. If he pushed past the deep pulse of his root-bound heart, though, he could feel hard, hot power beating down on them like the desert sun, even inside the cool dark of the cave.
He was also glad he could still feel his forest so strongly even in this other place. Ironically, that was probably because of the chains. Thanks to their need for an uninterrupted path, this place was the closest to the living world that Heaven got outside of his new tree’s roots. That was good news for Adrian since witches drew their power from the Great Cycles of life. Whetherit’d be enough to actually beat Gilgamesh was another matter, but at least he wasn’t alone this time. Boston was right there on his shoulder, and Bex was by his side, shaking the sparkling blue water out of her hair before she held out her hand.
“Ready to end this?”
“Ready to start something new with you,” Adrian replied, leaning down to press a kiss against the back of her fingers as he took her hand. “Shall we go kick out the tyrant and win ourselves a better world?”
He was trying to make her smile, but Bex’s expression was something else entirely when he glanced up again. She didn’t look happy or sad or even worried. She looked absolutely determined, like she was ready to claw Gilgamesh to atoms with her fingernails.
“We’ll do it,” she promised, squeezing his fingers tight. “We’ll beat him and make a better life for everyone. One where no one has to be a slave and where I’m free to be with you.”
Those final words made Adrian’s heart skip half a dozen beats. Other than a few wild brunch plans made in the heat of battle, Bex had never said anything about their future before. Now, though, she was smiling at Adrian with that same beautifully shy hopefulness he’d treasured on their one and only date.
It was the look that had made him want to kiss her every second they were sitting next to each other during the stakeout. He had the same reaction now, only this time, there was nothing in his way. Adrian only hesitated long enough for Boston to jump off his shoulder before he picked Bex bodily up off the ground and kissed her, squeezing her against him until every doubt was buried under the glorious mountain that was their future together.
“Right,” he said breathlessly when he finally let her go. “Let’s go ruin a king’s day.”
Bex grinned back and grabbed his hand, pulling Adrian across the shady, quiet cavern toward the staircase drenched in harsh white light on the other side.
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From her shadow in the corner, Nemini watched her beloved sister run up the stairs with the witch who’d earned her affection. The kiss had been a good one, especially for the current Bexa, who was the shy type. Nemini still wasn’t sure what made one reincarnation more bashful than others, but her little sister was clearly very happy. If she hadn’t been running off to die, Nemini would’ve had nothing to complain about, but even for someone who’d built her life around the fact that nothing mattered, that was a hard pill to swallow.
She still wanted to go after them. The only reason she didn’t was because she knew it wouldn’t help. Even now that her horns were back, Nemini had never been one of the combat queens. Her strength and speed were both mediocre at best, and her regeneration was abysmal. She used to win by bringing her enemies to their knees before they could swing, but that power was gone now, along with her sword, which meant she was more likely to be a liability than an asset.
Nemini knew that was the real reason Bexa had sent her away. Fortunately, she no longer had an ego to be bruised by such an honest assessment. Gilgamesh might have enough pride to sink him like a battleship if she ever got her hands on him, but he might also be so convinced of his power that not even the void could suck him down. Either way, Nemini would have to get within touching range to try, which would most likely end with her getting hurt and distracting Bex, defeating the entire plan. Her heart still dragged at the thought of leaving, but not as much as it did at the thought of getting Bex killed.
