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Gia rose from the depths, shaking off her encounter with John. In her mind, the punishment fit the crime, but a tiny part of her regretted not lopping off his head. That would have made Alec happy.
The remnants of John’s ragtag army had run away—those who could. The rest, mostly humans, were being treated by the Maitland pack medics. The black shifters were mostly dead, along with one of Douglas’ own, an older wolf she’d met years ago but couldn’t name. No doubt there has been other losses, but she would seek that knowledge and get a true accounting later.
She had no idea what happened to the black Fae, but it had been messy.
Dalasini and Caiman floated through the litters that held the human mercenaries, wrapping whatever limbs were free with their special memory-altering bracelets
