Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Transformation into what?”
“Something new. Something unprecedented. A consciousness that exists independent of physical form, that accumulates power and knowledge across multiple incarnations, that can manipulate the fundamental forces governing life and death themselves.” The fae moved closer, his voice carrying weight of absolute certainty. “She was chosen for this long before you ever fell from grace, Bastien. The only question remaining is whether you’ll help her achieve apotheosis or become another obstacle she has to overcome.”
The ultimatum was elegant in its simplicity, wrapped in reasonable language that made cosmic violation sound like natural progression. Support Delphine’s transformation into something beyond human comprehension, or risk watching forces beyond his control eliminate what remained of the woman he’d loved across lifetimes.
“And if she chooses to remain as she is? If she wants nothing to do with transcendence or cosmic evolution?”
“Then entities whose job it is to maintain universal balance will ensure this becomes her final incarnation. No more rebirths, no more opportunities for love or growth or any of the experiences that make existence worthwhile.” Maestro returned to his chair, settling back with obvious satisfaction at having delivered his message clearly. “The catalytic echo building around her presence is drawing attention from cosmic authorities who don’t appreciate mortals attempting to rewrite fundamental laws. They’ll be sending representatives soon to restore proper order.”
“What kind of representatives?”
“Collectors, most likely. Beings whose function is to harvest souls that have grown too powerful for their designated place in the cosmic hierarchy.” The fae’s smile turned sharp as broken glass. “They’re quite efficient at their work. Very thorough as you well know. Absolutely final in their decisions.”
The threat hung in the air between them like smoke from a funeral pyre. Bastien understood now why the supernatural community had grown cautious, why territorial boundaries were failing, why everyone sensed approaching change. Delphine’s mere existence was destabilizing the cosmic order, drawing attention from entities whose solutions tended toward permanent elimination of problems.
“How long do we have?”
“Long enough for her to begin understanding what’s at stake. Long enough for you to decide whether you’ll guide her toward the transformation she was born to achieve or spend eternity mourning what might have been.” Maestro’s expression grew thoughtful, almost philosophical. “This was always her destiny, you know. Your role is simply to ensure she reaches it intact.”
Bastien moved toward the library door, but the fae’s voice followed him with casual precision.
“One more thing. That keepsake locket you carry—such a romantic gesture from Charlotte, binding her essence to a physical object so you could find her across lifetimes. But it’s not just responding to Delphine’s presence anymore. It’s counting down to the moment when she’ll have to choose between transformation and final dissolution. I do hope you’ll use the remaining time wisely.”
The mansion’s foyer was different as Bastien left the library, atmosphere shifting from elegant social gathering to theater where actors awaited their entrance cues. The supernatural guests watched him pass with obvious interest, conversations pausing as enhanced senses evaluated his emotional state for clues about whatever had transpired in private conference.
A vampire noblewoman raised her champagne glass in mock salute, her smile revealing fangs that gleamed like pearls. Two fae courtiers whispered behind fans that cast shadows in impossible directions, their musical laughter carrying undertones of cosmic amusement. A werewolf pack leader nodded acknowledgment, his amber eyes reflecting light that hadn’t been present moments before.
They all knew. Whatever game Maestro was playing, whatever cosmic drama was unfolding around Delphine’s existence, New Orleans’ supernatural community was aware that critical moments approached.
The front door closed behind him with finality that suggested invitation withdrawal—whatever welcome had been extended was now rescinded. As Bastien descended the mansion’s front steps, the building itself began to fade, lights dimming as glamour that sustained its existence drew power from his departure.
By the time he reached the street, the Rothschild Mansion had returned to its mundane appearance—dark windows, overgrown gardens, the kind of historical property that changed hands frequently among preservationist organizations but never quite managed to find permanent occupants.
But the invitation’s message remained burned into his memory, along with revelations that reframed everything he’d believed about love, destiny, and the price of defying cosmic law.
St. Charles Avenue stretched empty under streetlights that cast shadows in all the wrong directions. The locket pulsed against his chest with rhythm that felt like countdown, like heartbeat, like the ticking of a mechanism designed to measure time in lifetimes rather than minutes.
As he walked toward the Quarter through streets that seemed charged with potential energy, Bastien understood that everything had changed. Not just his knowledge of current events, but his understanding of the past two centuries. Charlotte hadn’t been a young woman experimenting with forces beyond her comprehension. She’d been preparing for transformation across multiple lifetimes, guided by a fae who viewed mortal existence as raw material for grander designs.