Chapter 12
I sank onto the couch, staring up at the woman who had stolen Emily’s body.
Malia. The Tr’lirian whose actions sparked a war among her own kind and whose remains hung around my neck.
She smirked at me. ‘I should probably thank you for providing me with this new body, and the knowledge of how to get into it. Without you and your little cousin, I would have remained trapped in the Underworld with Grimm.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Of course not, you thought you were talking to your mother. Poor Grace, begging to be freed, imploring her beloved daughter to come up with a way for her to escape Grimm’s evil clutches.’ Malia wore a cruel smile. ‘Grimm never had your mother’s soul. It was me all along.’
I shook my head, hands gripping the cushion beneath me. ‘That’s not possible.’
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