Ari’s eyes turned to the television

screen where tear-streaked children clung to sobbing parents. “The earthquake?”

“The result of Azazil’s will

breaking under White’s command. Remember I told you Azazil was like a bridge between my brothers, my brothers and I the roads that connect the pathways in the mortal realm and all the others? This bend in his will broke a thread. It caused a crack in your world.”

“Oh, God.” She felt sick as she

gripped the back of the couch. “What the hell have I done?”

***

She stood before him, waves of great power pulsing from her as it did from her twin, Asmodeus. It was a power almost as great as Azazil’s.

This moment should’ve been the most

glorious of White’s life, gazing upon his beautiful mother as she promised to right all the wrongs of the Jinn world. Instead, he felt only complete and utter despair. This was not the Lilif he remembered. The Lilif he remembered had been a soft-spoken, quietly commanding, ethereal beauty with a wealth of wisdom and experience in her eyes.

This … this Lilif was just as the

paintings had depicted her. Paintings White had declared slanderous in their wrongful portrayal of her as a selfish seductress.

This Lilif … this Lilif was exactly

as his brothers, even Ari, had described. Silken fabric wrapped around her youthful body showing far more skin than White could ever remember. Her dark curls fell down her back in a riot of black magic; rubies glittered from her ears and throat. From her deep red lips fell words of insanity, of destruction, and of The After. Red had attempted to tell him this was Lilif’s plan. To bring forth the legendary After—it was what would happen if balance was destroyed completely. The realms would collide and cause desolation to all. In its place would exist The After, and only those powerful enough would survive. They would find themselves alone in a brave new world.

Despair kept White on his knees;

self-derision kept his head bowed. He’d been so blinded by his love for his mother, so blinded by the falsities she’d shown him, the need to resurrect her had become irrational and illogical. It had taken her less than an hour to gather her strength after he’d punched the ring into her chest to awaken her.

And here she was …

“For centuries, White,” she spat in

outrage, “I have waited for my time. Trapped by Azazil’s making and forced to live in darkness until Ari.” She shot him a look. “You created something remarkable in that one, son. Very clever of you. My time inside her was most edifying. I have seen what has become of you all, what has become of this world. Of Asmodeus, even.” Lilif shook her head in disgust. “My poor brother has lost all the meaning in his life. You all have. But I can return it, just as you wished me to.”

She bent down on one knee to gently

lift White’s chin, tilting his head so he had to meet her unbalanced gaze. “I will keep you alive, son, in compensation for your service to me. You were always my most faithful.” She stroked his cheek tenderly before pinching his skin with her harsh grip. “But your brothers must die. It is the only way to continue to break the threads. It is the only way to welcome our souls into The After. And now that I have the powers of the Seal at my command, nothing will stop me.”

Despite the disbelief coursing through his veins, White managed to keep his expression blank as he nodded in acquiescence to his mother. While she offered him a smug smile, he did the only thing he could. He began telepathing as loudly as possible to the one brother who might be smart enough to save them all.

***

Red gritted his teeth, the blast from White’s telepathy taking him to his knees as he clutched his head, trying to breathe through the pain and listen to the message.

Lilif has awakened! I’m

sorry, Brother. You were right. Worse, the power of the Seal remains within her. She’s coming for you all. I will warn Gleaming and Shadow. You warn the others.

“Red?” Ari’s concerned voice drew his watery gaze from the floor. He turned to find her kneeling beside him, her hand anxiously clutching his arm. When their eyes met, he saw her genuine worry for him and felt a wave of fierce protection grip him. With a reassuring nod at Ari, he glanced up at his brother who seemed to sense the news before he’d even heard it.

Red rose to his feet, bringing Ari with him. “That was the White King.”

“Telepathing you?” Ari asked him, confusion in every syllable.

“It seems Lilif wasted no time in revealing her true nature to him. He was calling to warn us. She is keeping to the old plan.”

Glass’s eyes narrowed. “To kill

us.”

Red nodded grimly. “Yes. And worse, she has the power of the Seal at her command. White is warning Gleaming and Shadow. We will warn Lucky and Gilder and have them meet us at Father’s. If we combine our power, we should be able to keep her out of the palace until Father regains his strength. We will strategize where to go from there.”

“You’re leaving?” Trey took a step toward them but his anguished eyes were on Glass.

Red sighed, watching his brother’s expression tighten as he realized he’d have to leave the young Hunter here.

When he shot a look at Red, he didn’t even have to telepath the question. Can I bring him?

Red looked at Ari, wishing he could bring her also. But they couldn’t. It would be far safer to be away from them while they were Lilif’s targets. As if Glass realized this at the same time, he clasped Trey’s face in his hands. Watching the tenderness in his brother’s eyes sent a wave of grief over Red. But at least Glass had the reassurance of knowing that since the incident in Rancocas Park, Trey would be safe, as long as Lilif never laid a hand upon Glass.

“Look after Ari,” Glass told him

softly. “And yourself. I’ll come back when this business with Lilif is resolved.”

“I want to fight with you.” Trey

shook his head stubbornly. “If she … if something happens to you …”

And from that point on, their

conversation was silent. Red assumed love words were being exchanged using the privacy of telepathy, so he turned to his beautiful niece and laid an affectionate touch upon her shoulder, drawing her gaze from the lovers.

Her soulful eyes, the exact image of her mother’s, pierced him. He found himself telling her fiercely, “No matter what, you must protect yourself. It would be prudent for you and Jai to go into hiding until I give the all-clear.”