Eighteen
“Cain is dead. That was supposed to be something we could celebrate.
But now I’m holding a bag that contains his soggy head, wondering what the hell just happened.” ~Lizzy
“It’s been three hours.” Lizzy walked past Finn, who was sitting on one of the long benches in the great hall. Other sprites and supernaturals were scattered around the room, most of them looking as if they were awaiting instructions. They stood in groups, speaking in low voices and glancing around nervously. Lizzy had asked about Maxim’s pack as soon as the others had left, and he said they’d chosen to stay where they were to keep fighting hybrids. Adam would send another fae to them. So here they were—Lizzy, Finn, Maxim, and Alice—still standing where they’d been left when Fane and all his allies, including
