It’s an excerpt of Darkest Day, right here!! Read all about it! (Or read the first 500 words at least)
Before you read this, I have to say this was a seriously emotional book for me to write. And I hope that it shows. As I close this chapter, this series, this trilogy, I hope ‘The End’ is as good as I believe it is and that you feel what I felt in writing it.
About the Book
Mac Thorne’s time as a Changeling is coming to an end.
It may have taken eighteen years, but Mac did finally manage to do what the Council wanted: she chose a teacher and renounced the in-between.
There’s just one last step. She must say goodbye to her human. Forever.
After being challenged in every way possible, Mac leaves what she thought would be the easiest task for the last possible moment. As midnight on July fourth draws near, though, she hasn’t found a way to give up Winn Thomas.
Nor does she want to.
With time running out, Mac stands at a literal crossroads. Choose Winn, and she’ll be stripped of the only family she’s ever known — vampires, dragons, and her favorite demon. Even her own mother. Accept her position on the Council and rule as an equal to her twelve peers, and she’ll forget Winn ever existed.
Independence and freedom have never before been so limiting.
In this final chapter of the 19th Year Trilogy, it’s time for Mac to decide.
Responsibility? Or Love?
And now … for our featured presentation …
“If you touch him, I will kill you.” I meant it, too, and forced myself not to crumble the orange juice cup I’d been sent out to get.
Ridge, standing in front of Winn’s hospital bed, raised his hands. “Whoa, what gives, Mackenzie?”
I stepped farther into Winn’s private room, the door closing behind me. “Get away from Winn.”
Ridge backed up toward the far wall, across from where Winn had lay for the previous twelve hours. “Seriously, girl, what’s going on?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
He shook his short blond hair, hands still in the air, blue eyes boring into mine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His gaze shifted to Winn, but I didn’t follow.
I kept my eyes focused on Ridge, expecting that, if I even glanced at Winn, Ridge would attack or poof his way to obliv- ion. No one had given me any answers on what magic he could do since the last unexpected event at our party months before. Not to mention, I didn’t understand why Ridge would want or need to visit Winn. “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting a friend.” He pointed toward where Winn slept. “I don’t believe you. Spill it, baseball boy, or I’ll make you.” Ridge huffed a laugh. “Like you could.” One hand started down.
“Get it back up, or I call security, and I don’t mean the police.”
Ridge cocked his head in my direction. “Who else would you call?”
For a moment, I wondered if he didn’t understand, or if he’d started a game of chicken and egg and just waited for one of us to spill our magical secrets to the other.
“C’mon, Mackenzie. I came to see how Winn was. I heard he was in a car accident and today was the first day we could visit.”
“At six a.m.?” I snorted. “Right, and I’m a monkey’s uncle.”
“Wouldn’t . . .” The sound came from Winn, still in bed and barely awake, but I forced myself to keep my eyes trained in Ridge’s direction. “. . . that be . . .”
The desire to turn, to check on Winn had me clenching my hands and tightening my muscles.
“. . . a monkey’s aunt?”
He would try to make a joke.
I let my gaze travel to him and found his big brown eyes blinking at me. Even just ten minutes before, he’d barely been able to open them.
Winn. I love—
His eyes darted to the left.
I spun back to Ridge, and as his lips moved in a near-silent cadence, the room burst into light and wind that couldn’t exist blew through my hair.
“Spirit guides, I ask you, lend me focus and clarity.” Ridge’s voice held a mystical quality—almost feminine.
No! That’s the spell to go to the in-between. “Mayday, Suze!”
If he finishes, and sends Winn in, Winn’ll die.