A year after the events in Yemen and Ethiopia, Sauda and her team face a new threat on their home soil. Someone is mad at Sauda, someone with a twenty-year-old grievance, and they're taking it out on the people closest to her.

Between budding relationships, power boost, and new enemies, who will destroy whom first?

Demon's Reign

There’s a breath of stillness as La Muerte’s voice echoes and then fades out of the air. Neither side moves in that small second. 


“Jinn. Elaheh. You have control of the Army. Take care of the traitors, while I take care of the Shades.” 


“Yes, my Queen,” come their voices in unison through her head piece. 


She can feel the twins flank her after they speak and though Andras says nothing, she can feel her father’s power at her back. 


Sauda takes her head piece out and walks forward towards the sand and the other side of the arena and her albatross sitting on its throne. 


A fleeting caress warms her arm, and she knows it’s Kang Dae, but doesn’t look back, just as she knows he won’t wait to comfort her, but moves to the back of the Army to keep an eagle eye on the fight. That one touch, a “good luck” on its own. 


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