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We thought we hatched the perfect plan. Instead of perfection, Caine was trapped with the enemy and months later I'm no closer to knowing if he or anyone else survived. One life-altering mission is, apparently, not enough. Tearing down the Sovereignty is also on the docket. This is Vincent's priority, but when Donovan's dark-souled mother proposes a truce to save her son and reveals Vincent's dirty little secrets, everyone questions Vincent's. Distracting me from continued failure to reopen the Creation is my all-consuming connection with Donovan. One dampened by a nagging conscious as not even he knows my most dangerous plans. Of all the victims in this growing war, a little boy has lost everything. And since I can't save everyone, I have to save what I can of his innocence.

I hate him. Every ounce of me wants to rip apart our connection like an old love letter and burn the pieces. Why can't everyone see Donovan for what he is? A liar, forcing me to do what he wants. Missions with the Tactical Team retain my sanity while I ignore others' distracted libidos and insistence on fixing our broken Soul Magic. No matter if it means it continues to poison us, I can't forgive. Give me a target and let me loose. If only. In typical Loring fashion, he makes a scene, one the world cannot ignore. We can't let him enlighten the Blind of his Tainted ways or Magics of all kinds will be seen as evil and hunted into extinction. All I want is to kill Loring, pluck Vincent far away from his father, and live my life free of anyone else's influence. What's so wrong with that?