Epilogue
Felicity stood in the middle of an ornate room. The floor was stone, an iridescent opal crossed with bright lights and colours. Seven doors stood in front of her, all with Greek words written on their fronts. She didn’t know what all of them said, only the first. That one was hope.
Inside would be her kingdom, she knew. The others places and locations, she’d learn in time.
She looked behind her and saw Dakota in the shadows. She wore dark clothing that clung to her ample chest and legs. Her lock and key tattoos were visible on her forearms, but also seemed to glow in silver, as if they had been mixed with metal while they had been stitched on.
“Come on,” Felicity said. She extended her hand for Dakota. A ring on her finger—blue like sapphire—glowed under the lights. When Da
