CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: CLARK ENDLESS
There was a celebration happening. A celebration of my demise, no doubt. Summer and Winter courtiers filled the hall, making it hot and warm all at once. Winter fae made swirls of snow dance overhead. Summer fae had flowers blooming. They were dancing together, creating a strange ballet that left me feeling unsettled.
As I entered the room, I saw Thaddeus. He stood off to the side watching everything with a look of disgust on his face. He looked over at me, a smile on his face. Then he crossed the room over to me.
“You escaped,” he said.
I grinned. “I did.”
“You’ve found your true match.” His eyes darted from me, to Ben, who colored bright red under his gaze. “A lot can happen once you embrace your inner self. You’ll need a weapon.”
I shook my
