In the seventh and final installment of the series, Daisy Lynn, Celeste and Augustus must face off with Giovanna and her followers over the fate of all of mankind, human and Unknown alike. Facing an enemy rivaled only by the Supreme herself, success...
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Mood Board: Augustus Augustus POV
Philomene, Delaney and I were all trapped within Giovanna's illusion. Both Philomene and I knew that without telepathic powers, we'd never get out, but Delaney was hopeful. I didn't have it in me to crush her hope, so we'd come up with a tentative plan on the infinitesimal chance we escaped. Philomene and Delaney's abilities were best suited for combat. Delaney's force field was protective against the aura, but the downside was that if she faltered even once, everyone under her umbrella would be sucked back into Giovanna's illusion again.
Giovanna had us all tucked away in the same pocket of her power. It likely made it easier for her to keep an eye on us, but we had the benefit of being able to brainstorm. Our minds weren't completely lost to the aura, but I thought that was largely because Giovanna was confident that we were powerless rather than a slip up on her part.
I roamed through the haze, checking to see if there was some sort of gap or opening to take advantage. My hands sifted through the violet air, hoping to create a break. When I found none, I sighed. It was futile to begin with. We were trapped. Giovanna's hold was absolute.
"If I ever see that bitch again I won't hesitate to use my breath of death," Philomene said, emerging from the haze to walk up beside me.
"Giovanna knows that. She'll keep you locked away in here for the rest of her days if she has to," I said, turning to make eye contact.
The tips of her fingers were jet black matching the color of her hair and eyes as she brought her powers to the surface. I was certain she'd done the same, hoping to find Giovanna in the aura although we both knew she wasn't here. There was a tightness in the corners of her mouth. Undoubtedly part of it was stress, but she looked older at that moment, which was unusual for her. When we were on the Court, no one really showed their age despite being advanced in years. Philomene was easily a hundred years old, if not more and most days she didn't look older than thirty. Right now, she could pass for forty. It was a sign of the pressure we were under.
"There has to be a way out of this place. This can't be how this ends. Not after everything we've been through," she said.
"Well, we just have to hope that the elementals, Jason and everyone else can handle Giovanna. If they can take her out, this illusion will disappear. If not..."
"If not, we'll have to break our way out without them," a voice said behind me.
I twirled around and saw a young man with a head full of red hair and freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. He was several paces away, but I could easily see that his brown eyes had a glow to them. Despite his boyish face there were patches of stubble that would likely grow into a full beard in a few years. The resemblance between him and the shapeshifter, Celeste was unmistakable. This was her younger brother, Timothy.
Philomene made a sound in the back of her throat beside me. She was frowning at him, but I knew it wasn't really her disapproving. I could tell she was thinking, wanting to hope, but still feeling skeptical.
