Green flames blazed from the pyre and reality divided and opened, curtain-like, to reveal a ghostly vision of Anastasia. She was sobbing and her voice, echoing eerily, came to him.
He fell to his knees in despair, reaching toward the flames as if he could pull her spirit to him, and cried:
The apparition was fading, but her voice drifted over the crackle of the fire:
As his hungry eyes stared at her, Anastasia, still weeping, turned from the rent in reality and stepped into the arms of Nyx. The Goddess pressed a palm to her forehead and light cascaded into the priestess’s soul.
“Nyx!” Dragon cried. “Let her remain with me!”
The Goddess’s gaze was infinitely sad.
The curtain to the Otherworld shivered and closed, cutting off Dragon’s vision of his mate and the Goddess.
“Brave!” he shouted. “That is your only answer for me before you steal away my mate? How can you be so cruel? I deny you, Nyx! I found Anastasia once on my own. I’ll do so again, but only after I have exacted revenge for her untimely death.
Dragon stalked away into the darkness, and the sickly white flanks of an enormous bull caught the reflection of the moon as the beast, pleased, turned away to pursue other pleasures.
In the Otherworld, Nyx gazed down at Anastasia’s fallen Warrior and wept.
ALSO BY P. C. CAST and KRISTIN CAST