Chapter 22:
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The bar went silent.
Not the normal kind of silent—not the quiet after a joke or the pause before a fight—but the wrong kind of silent. The kind that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I looked at Marcus.
His hands were shaking. His beer was untouched. His eyes were wide and terrified.
"What do you mean, something else?" I asked.
"I don't know." He shook his head. "I don't know what it is. She showed me things—visions, dreams, memories—and they weren't hers. They were older. Much older. Like something that had been alive for centuries, wearing different faces, different bodies, different queens."
"That's not possible."
"It's what she told me." He leaned forward. "She said the real Queen—the original Queen—died a thousand years ago. But something kept
