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She is lost

Riordan staggered a step, watching that cursed collar snap around her throat.

“No!” He yelled but he was too late. Her face became blank and her fiery grey eyes slowly became a solid black, identical to the other warriors. She was lost.

His roar of pain shook the hall and several warriors staggered back in shock. Something powerful and unholy simmered and roiled under his skin, pushing to be let out in an unstoppable tide.

“You will die a painful death.” He promised the king and let the rage burn.

Fire ignited his skin and burned to the roof, spreading to encircle the room in a flaming wall of red hot flames.

The warriors shrieked and staggered back, repelled by his light. The fire engulfed the first of them and she dropped to the ground, screeching with pain.

He stared at what used to be Freya and her alien gaze met his. Once, he would have celebrated her end. Guinevere’s collar was clamped around her throat and the only way it would be coming off is from her dead severed neck
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